Model Investigator (Haven Investigations Book 3)

by Lissa Kasey

  He finally released my lips, and with a strong hand on my shoulder, pushed me to my knees in front of him. Instantly I was hard. He leaned against the wall, relaxing into it and taking some of the weight off his shoulder and the right crutch.

  “Suck me,” Kade demanded in a tone he rarely used with me outside of our dominance games in his bedroom back home. I shivered and reached for his cock. “No.” He stopped me. “Your mouth only.”

  I glanced up at him, let my hands fall away, parted my lips, and darted out my tongue to taste the tip of him. He was only partially hard, but I could fix that. It was a short chase, not unlike trying to put a straw in your mouth without looking at it. I was trying to be funny, cute, and sexy all at once. My eyes were locked with Kade’s, watching him watch me. When my mouth slid over his thick length, enveloping him in my wet heat, he shuddered. His cock grew fully erect in my mouth, pushing to the back of my throat as I swallowed around him, lapping at the underside and beginning a rhythm.

  He didn’t look away from my gaze, but again his eyes were half-lidded, head partially thrown back. He rested his left hand on the top of my head, not pushing, though his hips began a slow movement to match my own, drawing a wet sound from my throat each time he hit the back of it and I tried to swallow around him.

  I longed to touch myself, but he hadn’t said I could yet. And the idea that he was going to drag this out made me shiver in anticipation.

  His grip in my hair tightened, and his hips thrust harder. I held still for him, letting him use me if that’s what he needed, and savoring the taste of him leaking into my mouth. “You’re mine,” he muttered, accentuating his words with his thrust.

  I nodded as much as I could, still keeping my eyes locked with his. He was on the verge of coming again, I could tell in the way the muscles in his stomach tightened, and I prepared for it, ready to drink him down. Only he pulled away.

  “Kade,” I whined.

  “Up,” he commanded. “Face the wall.” He reached for the conditioner. Lube. I nearly came just from the image in my head. “Ollie,” he prodded when I didn’t move.

  I scrambled to my feet and turned toward the wall, while I would rather have watched him slick up his thick length. I spread my legs wide, leaning forward just a little to give him full access.

  “Holy…,” he swore. “You’re so sexy, spread wide….” He reached around and slid hot fingers over me. He cursed as he had to readjust the crutch, but was back in seconds.

  “Fuck,” I whispered. He found a slow and somewhat torturous rhythm with his hand, and behind me he slid his cock up and down my cleft, pressing, teasing at my hole but not entering. “Kade,” I begged.

  “Bare okay, baby? Or do you need me to find a condom?”

  I cursed him for suggesting he’d leave me right now.

  He laughed and pressed his chest to my back, lips finding my shoulder as he continued to stroke me. He leaned a lot of his weight against me, and I took it all, willing to be crushed by him. “Not yet,” he said when my shoulders tensed, but I wasn’t sure if I could hold it back. He nipped my shoulder, applying enough teeth to hurt and drag me back from the edge of orgasm. “Ready for me?” he asked, his cock again pressing against my hole. “Unstretched, unused….” Which meant I was going to be tight and he was going to feel huge.

  “Please.”

  “Slow,” he answered and licked up my neck. I didn’t want slow. I wanted him in control, telling me what to do and fucking me into the wall.

  I whined in protest.

  He squeezed my cock, dragging a gasp from me. His left hand wasn’t as practiced as his right, but damn it was good. “Who’s in charge right now?” he demanded.

  “You,” I whispered breathily. “Please.”

  “Mhmm.” He nuzzled my ear with his lips and pressed the tip of his cock into me.

  It burned so good, and I was sure I was begging him for something, but none of the words made sense as he continued to push forward. I tried several times to sink back onto him, but he wasn’t having that. Finally, he was all the way in, stretching me impossibly large and filling me full it seemed. Two months was far too long. I growled when he didn’t move. But he held me. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, the rise and fall of his chest, which told me his heart was pounding too, and all the way down our bodies to where they were merged. We were plastered to the wall, most of his weight on his left side and me, the crutch just giving him enough balance to keep me pinned.

  “Please,” I begged him again, wanting him to move, trying to wriggle in his hold for some friction, but even with Kade recovering, his left arm around me was like being held in an iron grip.

  “Can’t have you coherent,” Kade breathed into my ear. Then he pulled his hips back, just far enough to leave the tip inside, and then slammed forward again. He set a fast and hard pace, pressing my hips forward with his thrusts and my cock through his fist. The wet slap of flesh on flesh added to the soundtrack of incoherent curses falling from my lips.

  He rolled his hips, teasing my gland with each near painful thrust. I let myself feel him, clenched down on him to try to keep him inside, and hissed at the fire that seemed to be pooling in my groin, ready to erupt at any moment. It wasn’t slow and sensual, but it wasn’t brutal either. It was almost a dance, the slide of flesh and chase for the peak.

  “Love you,” he panted out, lips and teeth again at my shoulder. “Love you so fucking much.”

  And I couldn’t take anymore. Come spurted from me like a geyser had burst, painting the wall and his hand in the sticky warmth. My body went limp against the wall, his left arm still wrapped around me, while his hips still snapped against mine, his body driving into me hard enough to lift me off the ground a few inches. And with one final hard upward thrust and a little circle, he came, his heat filling me. I couldn’t recall us ever going bare before, but it felt amazing, different, hot, like every bit of me could connect with every bit of him. His movements stuttered while he released, plunging in and out of me erratically until he was just sliding his cock against my taint and cleft again, while I dripped his come.

  He held me steady, like it wasn’t a strain. He swayed lightly on the crutch, still balanced partially on it, his left leg, and the wall. I tried to move and take some of my weight off of him, but he pressed me forward into the wall, not easing his grip at all. He kissed my shoulder blades and the spot where my spine met my neck, breath coming in pants. “You’re so beautiful.”

  “Mmm…” was all I could manage.

  “Naked, ass clenching, dripping with my come.”

  My hips jerked when my cock threatened to fill again. “Fuck.”

  “And so eloquent when thoroughly fucked.” He rubbed his beard over my shoulder, making me shudder. Too much stimulation. My whole body pulsed, and I swore I could still feel him inside me. He reached over and turned up the spray, but only slightly. He licked at a sore spot on my shoulder where I was sure he’d caused a hickey with all his nips.

  “I need to work out,” he said. “I’m out of shape. Need to strengthen my left leg and balance. It’s hard to fuck you into the wall on one leg. I wanted to touch you more.” He sounded frustrated.

  “If that was out of shape….”

  “Thank you,” he whispered.

  “For what,” I finally said after a few tries.

  “Loving me.”

  “Not a hardship.” I turned my head to capture his lips with mine. Not a hardship at all.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  CLEAN AGAIN. Dressed again, this time in shorts and a tee, I repacked the bag while Kade made calls. He was checking in with James, even though it was barely after eleven, and on my car to make sure it’d be ready by this afternoon.

  Technically James should have been back already if he was just seeing Sophia and Micah out of town. He’d been gone almost four hours. They’d be halfway to San Francisco by now.

  I scanned the monitors by the door, wondering if maybe James had come back, but th
ought better of coming in when he found our clothes lying across the room.

  The parking lot was empty except for one older model, tan Chevy Malibu. A sizable African-American man stood really close to the gate, almost like he was trying to pick the lock on it, though it was electronic. I growled, grabbed up the new Taser, and stalked out the door.

  Kade shouted at me, but I couldn’t help the red haze that clouded my sight. Whoever this bastard was that was stalking Kade and me, he was going to regret it.

  The man stepped back from the gate as I opened it, surprised I think, that it opened at all. It was the same guy I’d run into at the cheap hotel the day before. This time I didn’t let him say anything. Just stepped into his space, pressed the nose of the weapon into the bare space between his neck and shoulder, pulled the trigger, and held it.

  He went down like a tree, stiffening first, before his eyes rolled back in his head. He hit the ground pretty hard, shook a little, but didn’t start foaming at the mouth or anything. Which I figured was good, as I didn’t really want to kill him. Kade was cursing up a storm behind me and just coming through the gate teetering on both of his crutches as I leaned over the man.

  “Ollie, what the fuck?” He blinked down at the man who lay prone beside the car that had been following us for weeks. “Skyler?”

  I frowned at Kade, careful to keep an arm’s reach away from the man as I searched him for weapons. Nothing but a phone and the keys to said Malibu. “Skyler? Like your fucking older brother Skyler?”

  The man on the ground tried to speak but couldn’t yet form words. I pointed the Taser at him…. Stun gun, not Taser. I’d never used one before, but I kind of liked it. “Not afraid to zap you again,” I told him. To Kade I said, “This is the car you sent me a picture of months ago. When Jacob first showed up. Remember you thought it was one of his guards following me?” I hadn’t paid much attention at the time because Kade had brushed it off.

  Kade’s scowl deepened.

  “I’ve been catching him following us ever since you got back. Ran into him at the hotel you checked us out of yesterday. Funny coincidence that he ends up here trying to pick the lock to the gate of our private villa.”

  “I don’t understand,” Kade said, looking down at his brother lying prone on the pavement.

  “Was it you who planted all this shit? Blamed Kade for all these horrible things? Was it you who tried to kill Tony?” I kicked him in the leg, unable to stop myself. I wanted to beat him until he was bloody like Tony had been, just for putting Kade through all this. Kade wrapped an arm around my waist and tugged me away. I had to reach for him to keep him from toppling.

  “Ollie, stop.”

  James’s SUV turned into the lot and eased around us to park. He got out, looking confused but sporting several bags of what appeared to be food. He put the food on the hood of the SUV and came around the vehicle to stare at the man on the ground.

  “It’s Kade’s brother Skyler. He’s been following us,” I told him.

  James pulled his weapon to aim it at Skyler. I’d never been so happy with someone in my life. James looked to Kade. Kade shook his head. “I’m about as confused as you probably are. Ollie, put down the stun gun please. I think we have some questions to ask him, and we can’t do that when he’s still twitching.”

  My fingers itched to zap him again, but I lowered the weapon, purposely standing between him and his car. Plus I still had his phone and keys. It took me all of ten seconds to figure out his passcode for the phone. His birthdate, which I’d memorized from his file. How unoriginal. He grumbled but still couldn’t form full words.

  His phone was filled with pictures of Kade and me together, both back home in San Francisco and here. There were some from before Kade lost his leg, pictures of us at the grocery store with Newt, at the tattoo parlor, and our favorite tea shop. There were even pictures of Kade when he was obviously out on cases, because it was late at night or very early in the morning, and he had my camera with a long-range lens in his hand. “What the fuck?”

  Kade leaned over to look at the screen, his expression growing dark and tight.

  “Fuck,” Skyler finally said coherently.

  “I think you and I need to talk,” Kade told him.

  “Have your boyfriend put the stun gun away, and sure.” He glanced at James, who hadn’t put his up either.

  “This is a real gun, and I am pretty sure it will hurt more than Oliver hitting you with another jolt,” James said. “You better not try any shit.”

  “James,” Kade said in warning.

  “Sorry, boss. Gotta agree with Oliver on this one. I’ve seen the car several times, including yesterday when you were at the dealership. He better have a damn good explanation.”

  Skyler slowly eased himself up. Kade took the stun gun from me, kissed me on the cheek, and muttered into my ear, “You’re going to give me a heart attack.”

  “Not a princess in need of rescue,” I reminded him.

  “But still my princess, and I need you.”

  I sighed because I really couldn’t dispute that.

  Skyler held his hands up in front of him and was careful to keep a distance between us. “Maybe we can all sit down and talk about this like normal people?”

  I snorted. “You’ve been following us for months! How is that normal?”

  “Ollie,” Kade said, “open the gate. Let’s go sit down. Besides, you need to eat lunch.”

  “We just had breakfast,” I pointed out.

  “Over three hours ago.” He waved at the gate. “Please?”

  “Fine,” I grumbled and stalked to the gate to open it and hold it while James and Kade shuffled Skyler inside. If anyone was watching the monitors for this villa, we’d have the police descend on us soon. I really hoped Jacob’s promises of security and privacy here were accurate.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  ONCE INSIDE, Kade motioned for Skyler to sit in the chair. My hands itched to tie him down and beat some answers from him, but James continuing to point his weapon at him was almost as satisfying. James had brought Thai food for lunch, which I knew had to be Kade’s idea since he knew I couldn’t resist Thai food.

  Kade spread out the food on a towel placed on the bed and filled a plastic tray before handing it to me. “Eat.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him.

  “I’ll be eating too in a minute.”

  Right.

  I picked up one of the fish rolls and nibbled, still glaring at Skyler.

  “Start talking, Sky,” Kade said, easing down on the bed beside me, facing Skyler. Kade rubbed his right thigh absently. I knew the compression sock bothered him, though he didn’t say anything. He just kept tugging on it. I’d offer him a massage later. “I’m trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, but this shit on your phone is unacceptable. If it were just me…. But me and Ollie, and just Ollie….”

  “It’s proof,” Skyler said.

  “Of what? That I’m gay? That’s not a secret.”

  “That you didn’t do shit.”

  Now Kade was squinting at him too. “What?”

  “Last year when pictures of Oliver showed up in the newspaper, looking all battered, Dad called everyone home. Claiming it was time to bring you back because you weren’t safe.”

  “Kade didn’t hurt me.”

  “I know.” Skyler threw me an annoyed look. “I looked up the story. Found out about your friend Donovan.”

  “He wasn’t my friend,” I grumbled.

  “I told my dad, and he said it was just a front. Said you got away with it in the military but couldn’t cover it up now that you were home. Which made no sense. He said you were an embarrassment to the family name. I told him he was an idiot.”

  “So you’re the good guy in all this?” I asked incredulously. “I find that hard to believe when you’ve been stalking us for months.”

  “Gathering proof. I have hundreds of pictures of you together, and nothing in any of them says he’s hurting you. Picture
s of him and the cat. Even him and the rock star.”

  “You’re the one who told your dad he was in the hospital,” I said, coming to the realization.

  Skyler flinched. “I actually told Peyton. She told Dad.”

  “And let them take him from me!” I grabbed for the stun gun again, but Kade pulled it out of my reach and wrapped me in his arms, holding me so tight, he had to feel my heart pounding, maybe even the anger that rolled in my gut.

  “Shh, baby. I’m right here.”

  “Two months, Kade….”

  “I’m right here,” he said. I trembled in his arms and rubbed my temple. “Headache?” he asked.

  Always. It never seemed to completely leave anymore. Each day was just a variance of severity. Though at least it was mild right now. “Don’t worry about me.”

  “I always worry about you. Now just sit with me and breathe for a minute, okay? I have more questions, but you need to calm down for me.” He rubbed my back and dragged his bearded cheek across mine. I sighed, relaxing a little into his arms. I tucked my face into the curve of his neck since it was easier to remain calm breathing in his scent than it was to look at his brother.

  “Madison and I would switch off with the car. Sometimes even Peyton. For a while it was fun, a game, not all that different from your job. We were looking for bad shit but only finding you doing normal stuff, like shopping with Ollie and following people with kink to take pictures of them. At first we thought we’d be building proof of your guilt so Dad could make sure you got help.”