by K. R. Haynes
Just the sheer sight of watching Mary J in the heat of her passion had him wanting to taste her pussy all over again, just so he could witness her falling into ecstasy once again. What stopped him was the sight of red dots on the white bandage she had covering her neck wound. In the heat of her fervency, Mick realised that Mary J must have reopened the gash on her neck to cause it to bleed a little. Tapping her lightly on the thighs with an open hand, Mick then grasped both her hands within his and helped her to sit up carefully. He brushed the sweat-damp locks of hair from her face then dipped his head and took her lips with his in a searing kiss. He had been dying to kiss her lips again ever since that night in the hospital chapel months before.
His tongue forged its way into her mouth when she parted her lips for his inevitable invasion. Her taste surrounding him and her sweet surrender under his domination was like a balm to his soul. He kissed each corner of her mouth before sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. He nipped at her lip then caressed his tongue over the little bite mark he gave her. The feel of her breathless moan against his lips undid him and his tongue once again delved into her mouth to savour the taste of her. He tugged lightly on her hair before forcing himself to break away from their kiss.
Touching his forehead to hers, mindful of the bump she still had there, he whispered hoarsely to her, “Your pussy tasted as sweet as it looked, sugar.” He laughed lightly at the blush that quickly rose to her cheeks. Who knew his little spitfire was a shy one.
“I guess I should say thank you then,” Mary J uttered quietly to him.
“No need to thank me, sugar, it was my pleasure to give you what you needed.”
Mick watched her cock her head to the side as she regarded him for a second before saying to him, “But how did you know what I needed?”
Here she was questioning him while sitting on his bed half naked after he made her come and she wanted to know why?
“A man always knows what his woman always needs.”
She just humphed and said nothing else. Satisfied that her questioning him over his actions was over, Mick reached up and ran a fingertip across the pink blush on the bandage taped to her neck. “Sweetness, I think you opened the wound on your neck when you came for me. Where did you put the bandages and other stuff the ambos gave you last night, and I’ll fix it up for you.”
“I put it all in the bathroom.” As he moved to get them, she reached out for him with her small hand grasping his much larger one. “I can do it, Mick, you don’t need to.”
“It’s not a matter of needing to, Mary J. I want to do this for you.”
“Oh, okay then.”
Mick rose and grabbed the stuff he needed from the bathroom and came back out to her moments later. He wasn’t surprised to find that in the few seconds he had left her alone, Mary J had redressed and was sitting back down on the bed. Sneaky little minx. He had been more than happy to have her remain half naked while he tended to her wound. Obviously she had other plans. Shaking his head at her, he stood between her parted thighs and placed the goods in his hands down on the bed beside her. Tipping her head back slightly he couldn’t resist taking her lips again. His lips demanded a response from her and they received one hell of one back from her, one that pleased him to no end.
Releasing her lips from his, Mick carefully pulled the old bandage away from her neck and discarded it into the nearby bin. Then with gentle fingers he applied the ointment to the wound before covering it up with the new bandage. He dropped a kiss to the side of her neck to finish off a job well done. Sitting back down beside her, Mick pulled Mary J onto his lap and held her. The feel of her head resting on his shoulder was like nothing else he had ever experienced in his life. Here in his arms was everything he wanted in life and the woman he had always dreamt of.
As silence filled the room, only their slow breathing could be heard. The need to break the silence, so he could find out what had been troubling her when he found her almost in tears detangling her hair, tugged at him. He opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again, realising he couldn’t have this conversation in the same place he had given her the first of what he hoped were many more orgasms to come.
Shifting her weight slightly in his arms, he stood up and strolled out to the couch he had slept on for a few hours this morning. Settling down on the couch with Mary J still cradled close to his chest, Mick cleared his throat and then asked the question that had been playing on his mind since he saw her this morning. “Tell me, Mary J, what you were thinking about when you were combing out your hair earlier.”
She looked up at him quizzically. “I don’t remember.”
“Bullshit, Mary J, you do remember but you’re holding back your answer. Why? Don’t you trust me enough to tell me what worries you?”
He knew his answer startled her a little. However if that’s what it took to get her to answer him honestly then so be it.
“Of course I trust you…”
“Just not enough to tell me why you were so close to tears when I came and found you this morning.”
“No, it’s not like that, Mick.” She swore then and he hid his smug smile from her. He was getting to her, which was a good sign that she would be all right. “You don’t understand,” she whispered ever so quietly to him, and just like that, his smile turned into a frown.
“Help me understand then, sugar, so I can help you.”
“I’m afraid of going back to work today, okay.” And there you go, the honest answer he had been looking for.
“And?”
“And what?”
“I know there’s more so spill it.”
“What are you some type of mind reader or something?”
“No, if I were one I wouldn’t need to drag it out of you now would I?”
“Good point,” she huffed at him. “Fine, when I was in the bathroom I saw my reflection in the mirror and I was a little taken aback by what I saw. It wasn’t me that I saw and yet it was. Does that make any sense to you?”
“It makes perfect sense, sugar. You had a traumatic experience last night, one that you’re only just starting to deal with. It’s going to take time to heal from it, and there’s no doubt in my mind that you’ll get there sooner or later. In the meantime I’ll be here whenever you need me.”
She leaned her head against him and he simply held her closer to him. She whispered her thanks against his neck, and Mick found himself stilling the hardness growing between his thighs. Right now Mary J didn’t need to feel his stiff dick digging into her backside. What she needed from him was to be held and for him to show her his tender side. So that’s exactly what he planned on giving her, even if it gave him a bad case of blue balls. “What time does your next shift start down at the pub?”
“I usually head in around two o’clock in the afternoon when I’m on.”
“And you’re working this afternoon right?”
Mary J just nodded her head against his shoulder to answer him.
“Are you sure you want to go in today, sweetness? You know you’re entitled to take the day off. Nobody will judge you, if that’s what’s stopping you from doing so.”
“No, I want to go in. Plus, what the hell would I do if I took a day off anyway, sweetie? All I would do is worry about the pub and probably be thinking constantly about what happened last night which is probably the last thing I should be doing.”
“True, but if all you need is some company to keep your mind off of things, you could always hang out here with me and then join me down at the station when I head in later this afternoon?”
“Thanks for the offer, Mick, but I think it would be best if I do my shift down at the pub. I might even sneak out the back and get stuck into the paperwork that’s been building up out there over the last few days.”
“That’s my girl.” Mick stared speechlessly at her for a moment, seeing the tears brimming in her eyes before he worked up the nerve to ask her what was wrong. “What’s wrong, sugar?”
“You called
me your girl.”
“Yes, that’s because you are.” Then her tears fell hard and fast. Shit, he made her cry. That certainly hadn’t been his intention. “Shh, sweetness, it’s not a bad thing to be my girl, I promise.” She half cried and half laughed at his answer then. Unsure what to do with her, Mick kissed the top of her head and rocked her back and forth in his arms until she settled back down. He let out a huge sigh of relief when she snuggled closer to him. Christ, what would he have done if he lost her last night? Letting her go was so not happening now, not after tasting her sweetness on his tongue and holding her soft, warm curves against him. There was no way he would ever consider letting her go. Not now, not ever.
Chapter Ten
After receiving a strange call from Randall at the arse crack of dawn, Jake found himself standing out in the middle of a barren farm paddock. Actually, he was standing in the middle of what had now been declared a murder scene. And this morning’s crime scene had some similarities to that of Emily Townsend’s unsolved murder case he had worked on a couple of years back. Although with Emily’s death, the killer had planned her murder down to the exact time she would take her last breath. This crime scene, however, reflected a rather different story altogether. The death of this unknown female victim appeared to be more rushed, spontaneous even. It was like the killer sensed time was running out for him and he took that time restraint out on his unsuspecting victim.
The stab wounds to the victim’s torso appeared deeper too compared to those Emily had received. This also indicated to Jake the murderer’s need to hurry. The victim herself bore identical markings on her lifeless body as Emily had at her time of death, signifying that both victims had more than likely been killed by the same killer.
The two victims also looked similar in appearance as well. Both women were in their late twenties at the time of their deaths. Both victims had fair hair, but the unknown victim in this crime scene had curly hair that was splattered with her own blood and dirt. The clothing that she had worn, now torn to shreds and lying in a heap near her body, gave the impression she had been dressed to impress a lover or had been at a nightclub in town dancing up a storm prior to her death. The police working the investigation into her murder had already indicated to Jake that they suspected that she had been kidnapped and brought here to this out-of-the-way farming county, which was about a two-hour drive out of Kingston, to be killed.
Jake just shook his head at yet another innocent life taken before her time was meant to be up. He sombrely stepped away from the victim so the coroner and his assistant could bag the body up and take it back to the Kingston morgue so an autopsy could be performed to determine the time of death as well as what had killed her. Although it was pretty clear to Jake what killed her in the end. The deep laceration to both her wrists suggested that she bled to death, slowly and rather painfully too.
It was still unclear at this stage if the victim had been sexually assaulted. But, Jake had a sixth sense that the unsuspecting victim probably had. If this victim and Emily Townsend’s murder were even remotely connected, then history would repeat itself and this poor victim would have been severely sexually abused before she died. His stomach rolled at the thought of what both women would have had to endure to try and survive the onslaught being handed out to them. Only for them to lose all hope of living when their bodies could no longer take the physical torture being dealt to them, and welcome the black veil of death with open arms and sad hearts.
“What a needless way to end what would have been a promising life. Rest now, sweet angel, as heaven has you in its loving arms.” Jake whispered his sorrowful words under his breath, as he watched the body being loaded into the back of the white coroner’s van.
Seeing one of the officers in charge of investigating the victim’s murder looking through a discarded purse, Jake trudged his way over to him with a heavy heart.
“You found a name for our victim yet?” He called out to the officer to gain his attention.
“Our victim, I don’t think so, Jake. This is a police case, what the hell are you doing here anyway?”
“Got a call this morning to get my arse down here, not that it’s any business of yours why I’m here.”
The officer just grunted at Jake’s answer and mumbled something about damn nosy PIs before advising Jake of the victim’s identity.
“Hey, do you recognise this mobile number? It seems familiar to me for some reason,” the cop asked him.
Jake snatched the piece of paper the size of a business card from the officer’s outstretched hand. “Why would I recognise the number?” But when Jake glanced down at the phone number, he knew why the officer recognised the number, because he did too. “Fucking hell.” He handed back the piece of paper to the officer and then told him, “I’ve got to go, keep me posted. I want all the details and a copy of your report in my hand as soon as it’s typed up. I mean it.”
“I don’t take orders from you, Jake, you better remember that the next time you try to push them onto me.”
The officer took a tentative step back when Jake got right in his face. “You do now, Officer Malone,” he snarled at him before turning away to survey the scene one more time. Jumping back into his car, Jake wished for the first time this morning that he hadn’t received that damn phone call from Randall. This crime scene had the potential to incriminate a close friend of both of theirs and that was some messy shit he didn’t want to deal with today or any other day for that matter.
Turning the key in the ignition, he threw the gearshift into first and drove away, leaving a trail of dust in his wake. It was going to be a long drive back into Kingston, and the conversation he was going to have to have when he eventually arrived wasn’t something he was looking forward to either. As he cruised along the highway, he made sure he stuck to the speed limit. The last thing he needed was to be pulled over by some highway patrol officer for breaking the fucking law. He was a private investigator, which meant he had to keep a low profile at all times, something he was actually damn good at doing.
Blending into the shadows so he became invisible was actually one of his strengths. It was also one of the many things his late father, a corporal officer in the army, had taught him when Jake was just a boy. But that was a long time ago, when Jake had been young and innocent. Now, he wasn’t so innocent nor was he young. There was this darkness in him now that overtook that innocence of youth, and turned him into the hardcore Dom he was today. Fuck, he needed to get his playroom set up in his new place so he could get laid, and satiate the rising untamed beast within him by fucking a willing sub to completion.
Keep your head in the game, Jake, and stop thinking about flogging some poor willing sub then fucking her senseless with your goddamn cock.
* * * *
When it was time to leave his place, Mick drove Mary J back to her house so she could quickly change into her work clothes. While she was busy getting dressed he checked out her place and was only mildly satisfied with the level of security she had there. It was minimal at best. At least it was something he could work with though. He was busy jotting down some notes on his notepad when Mary J came out looking for him. Mick glanced up at her and held his breath. She was wearing a pair of those tight, ass-hugging denim shorts he loved seeing her in and a white shirt that stretched across the fullness of her tits. She looked so fucking gorgeous to him that he actually stopped breathing for a whole heartbeat. Clearing his throat a few times he finally managed to ask her if she was ready to leave.
“Yes, I’m ready to go, sweetie, if you are?”
Mick just nodded his head as he walked up to her and brushed his lips across her forehead and breathed in the scent of her perfume lingering on her skin. “Mmm, you smell good enough to eat all over again, sugar.” He received a playful whack on the arm from her for that little comment. Circling his arm around her waist he then guided her out of the kitchen and toward the front door.
“What were you writing down in that notepad of you
rs when I found you in the kitchen before?” Her quiet question to him only just managed to reach his ears.
“Oh, I was just taking notes of some stuff I’ll need that’s all, nothing for you to concern yourself with.”
“What kind of stuff do you need here exactly?”
“It’s nothing for you to worry about I promise, sugar.”
She stopped walking then and pulled away from him. With her hands on her hips, she glared up at him and Mick knew then that she wasn’t going to let this go without him telling her the truth. So he took the innocent approach to see if that would work. “What?” he asked her, all the while knowing exactly what she was after, the truth and nothing but the truth…
“Don’t you dare say ‘what’ to me, Mick Huon. I want some damn answers from you right now. Or…” She waved her hand in the space between them. “What happened between us this morning is never going to happen again. You got that, sport?”
Mick held his hands up to placate to her then. “Okay, okay no need to threaten me with never tasting that sweet treat of yours ever again, sugar.” He smirked at her then when she blushed profusely at his crass comment. “All I was doing was jotting down some notes about the security system I’m going to have to install in here for you.”
“You can’t just install a new security system in my place, Mick. Christ, have you lost your damn mind?”
“No, I haven’t lost my fucking mind. Why the fuck can’t I install a security system in here for you? God knows you need one.”
“For one thing, Mick, I’m only renting this place, so any permanent changes to the building structure have to be approved by the owner first. Secondly, I can’t afford the expense of having one installed either.”
“But—”
“But nothing, Mick, I mean what I say. There will be no new security system installed here, you got it?”