by Ally Vance
“You said she pulled a gun. She didn’t already have it out? Or maybe she took it from him?”
Shaking his head, he waggles a finger at me. “No. She pulled it from her purse.”
“You’re certain?” I urge.
“You need me to write this down or something? I’ll make a statement, but you have to get me some food or cash.”
Motherfucker. The gun was registered to Reese. This guy had to be mistaken or he’s making shit up, either way he’s going to make life very difficult for both Lola and me.
Lola took the gun from Reese, she was defending herself from a sicko and this drunken, disgusting, lying bastard is going to fuck everything up.
“Well?” he asks. My palm covers his whole face and I back him up, smashing his skull against a cupboard door. It’s fast—too fast for him to react. Twice, I plow his head into the wood panel until his legs give out beneath him and he falls to the floor. Adrenaline mixed with an overwhelming rush of sickness courses through my body. I know I’ve fucked up, but I can’t have this guy talking these lies to Snow or writing a false statement just to get free food or a cash reward. It makes Lola look guilty of murder. After learning about her self-defense classes, knowing she can defend herself will be the catalyst that puts her in prison if this goes to court.
I check his pulse, my heart roaring in my chest. He’s still alive. Blood leaks from a cut on the back of his head. Grabbing a cloth, I wipe down the cupboard and back out of the trailer, wiping down the door handle but leaving the door wide open.
Exiting the gate, I pull it closed, wipe my prints from it, and open my trunk, rummaging through a tool bag I keep back there. Pulling out a pair of pliers, I check around to make sure no one has come this way, then make my way over to the barking dog, managing to cut his chain from the safety of the other side of the fence. He tries jumping over it, but it’s too high. He paces the perimeter of the trailer, growling and foaming at the mouth before noticing the door to the trailer is open.
Starve a dog long enough and they’ll eat anything. Acid scratches at the back of my throat when the sounds of the dog chowing down reaches my ears.
Fast and in silence, I race back inside the gate and slam the door to the trailer shut locking them both inside. It will look like he fell while drunk and his starving pet ate him. I shoot Snow a text.
“No answer at the witness’s house. I’ll try again tonight.”
I need to shower and wipe the sounds from my memory. Once again, I’ve killed a man for my Lola, my sweet little lamb.
Chapter Eight
Lola
Simon is dodging my calls. I hate that he feels awkward about being so vulnerable with me, but decide to give him the time he needs. I enter his old surname into Google and bring up the case to gather as much information about his stepfather as I can. I’m going to go over to Simon’s childhood home and see if the evil scum had the balls to return to the scene of the crime. The internet tells me his mother stayed there, living at the scene of such brutal suffering. She should have gone to prison along with him. The house should burn, be turned to ash.
Writing down the address, I grab my purse, stuff my gun inside, slip on a hoodie, and step out onto the street.
Hairs raise on the back of my neck and a knot forms in my stomach as I pick up my pace. I’m going to need to take a bus and then walk the rest of the way. Fidgeting, I check the bus schedule and raise my hood over my head, concealing my hair, before slipping on a pair of shades. The sun is losing its battle with the night, the orange glow slipping away from view. A sense of being watched prickles my skin. There was someone in the locker rooms today. Were they there for me? My heart booms loud in warning. Who would be watching me? The police?
Did they find the witness? Did he not tell the same story? I’m so lost in my chaotic thoughts, I almost miss the bus. I find a seat at the very back so there’s nothing but the wall behind me and keep my eye on everything in front of me.
It takes over an hour to reach my stop. Stepping out into the night, I get my bearings and head off in the direction of the street the horror house is built upon, patting my purse to make sure my gun is inside. Would I get away with another self-defense situation? Have I gotten away with the first one? Fear creeps up my spine, tightening a hand around my throat. I’m on borrowed time if the witness comes forward.
The house comes into view, standing out from the rest. The lawn is overgrown, and the worn paint makes it looks derelict. Keeping to the shadows, I watch for signs of someone living there. There are no cars out front or lights on. A shiver moves through me like the wind. The tremor in my hands is back. I check my surroundings, the dark shadows moving, taunting. My eyes scan every movement, every car. My heart sinks.
Adams’ car.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Parked down the street not twenty feet away.
He’s following me.
I take off in the opposite direction and dip down a side road, my eyes landing on a park. His engine taunts me as I try to lose him. Going through the park will force him to follow on foot or meet me at the other end. I’ll have to cut through the brush and hop a fence to avoid capture.
Shit.
How is this happening?
Footsteps fall in line behind me, and my stomach bottoms out. It’s over. Turning abruptly, I throw my hood down and swallow my fear. The figure is about fifteen feet from me, but I know it’s him, I sense him. “Why are you following me?” I call out. Silence hangs between us. It’s eerie being in a park after dark. There’s no one else around, just the moon and treeline for company. And him.
He begins moving toward me, sending a wave of anxiety and heat rolling over me. When his face becomes visible, a weird sense of peace settles through me.
“Was it you in the locker room today?” I find myself asking. His jaw is like steel. “Answer me,” I demand.
“Yes.”
“Like what you saw, Detective?” I hold his gaze, my chest heaving with nerves and excitement. He was watching me shower.
Taking another step toward me, closing the gap, he shuts his eyes, his brow collapsing. “I’m sorry about that.”
“Oh, don’t be weak now, Detective. Own your perversions,” I goad.
“I’m not a pervert—and why are you calling me that?” he snaps, his posture rigid.
“It’s what you are.” I sigh, my chest deflating.
“Not to you.” Another step. “To you, I’m Adams.”
“Are you? Why are you following me, Adams?” My voice is hoarse with this insane lust. Danger.
“Because you’re consuming me.” He shakes his head. “I can’t think about anything fucking else,” he growls. “If you even knew the shit I’ve done.” He jabs out a pointed finger, dropping eye contact.
“What do you mean?”
Looking around, he asks, “What the hell are you doing out here?”
“It’s complicated.” I bite my lip, crossing my arms, the cold breeze doing nothing to cool my fever.
“Uncomplicate it,” he rumbles, taking another step. We’re almost touching. His frame is so big, intense. No one would even know if he were to take me into the trees and have his way with me. There’s an energy barely contained between us.
“Take me home?” I ask.
Cupping my cheek, his brow pinches and a frown borders his lips. Storm clouds rage in his eyes. “Why do I want you so bad, Lola?”
All the air flees my lungs as need pools between my thighs. Placing my hand over his, I drag it from my cheek to my lips and kiss his palm before sucking his middle finger into my mouth. He gasps, his breathing accelerating. Slipping it free, I move it down my body.
“Maybe because you can sense how bad I want you too,” I murmur, pushing his hand into the waistband of my jeans.
Like a mad man taking over, he grabs me by the back of my neck, forcing me against him. A hunger inside him spills free. He eats me alive. Lips crashing down on mine, tasting, biting, sucking while his finger slide
s through my folds and pushes inside me, stilling my breath.
Fingers fuck me hard, relentlessly taking me over the edge. “Adams,” I moan, almost crying at the need to come.
“Fuck, I need to taste you.” He places his forehead against mine and pulls free from my body, inhaling his fingers. An inhuman growl rips from his lungs. Laughter rings out from the other end of the park, a couple walking in the distance.
“I need you to fuck me,” I beg him. The pain in his eyes almost buckles my knees.
“Fuck,” he barks out, dragging me into the small gathering of trees. Pinning me against a trunk, he yanks my jeans down my thighs and I kick them away. My panties tear with a quick jerk of his fist. Balling them up, he shoves them in my mouth.
“You’re going to need to bite down, little lamb.” My eyes widen, and my mouth floods with saliva. Panting heavily, he jerks his slacks down, lifts me, then lowers me onto his hard, bulging cock. His mushroom head pushes inside me, stretching my pussy. My wet juices coat him with every inch he thrusts. I’ve never taken a dick this big before. It hurts in the most delicious of burns. Once I’m seated to the hilt, my stomach aches and legs shake. I moan around the gag.
“You’re going to learn to take my fat cock, little lamb. You’re mine. You’re fucking mine, and you’re going to gag for me.” His lips devour my neck as his hips buck forward like a rodeo horse. I hold on for dear life, squeezing my walls around him, jerking and rotating my hips, riding his shaft. His girth spreads me wide open, and I look down, needing to see us. Watching as he enters me, fucks my tight hole, claims me, sends me over the edge. Lips kiss and bite at the flesh of my neck. One hand holds my ass, his other wraps around my throat.
“Mine, mine, mine,” he cries into the night as his hot cum floods my insides. I follow him over, my pussy spasming, milking him. When our breathing slows, he lowers me down, rummages for my jeans, and slips them up my thighs before taking the panties from my mouth and using them to wipe the cum dripping from his tip. My back burns from the trunk of the tree rubbing against it. My insides feel swollen. The ache in my pussy makes me crave more. It’s hard to walk on weak legs, but we make it to his car without words.
What happens now?
Chapter Nine
Adams
Driving an hour back to Lola’s place with her scent coated on my fingers and cock is a form of torture. My cock is already hard again and straining against my slacks. I can’t look at her without wanting to pull over and eat her pussy. I want to suffocate in her juices. She felt better than any fantasy I could conjure up. Her tight cunt squeezing me, taking everything I had to give.
“Are you going to tell me what you’re doing way out here?” I finally ask, gripping the steering wheel, trying to focus on something else.
“I was here for Simon.” She sighs, looking out the window.
His name on her lips sends a wave of rage sweeping through me. “You can’t fuck him anymore. Not if you want him breathing,” I grind out. The thought of him taking her explodes in my brain, making me want to take a gun to my skull.
“What?” She snorts, her head spinning in my direction. “No. We don’t do that. He’s a friend. A good one.” She chuckles, shaking her head like I said something ridiculous.
“You haven’t fucked?” I turn to her, seeing amusement in her eyes.
“No. He admires the female form and will kiss and play, but he prefers the male variety.”
Well, that makes my rage unwarranted. Shit.
“He’s gay?” I ask to make sure.
“He’s…” she waves a hand at me dismissively, “complicated.”
“Does he live out there?” I frown, still unclear what’s she was doing out there but glad I followed her here.
“No.” She shakes her head, sadness taking over her features. “His stepfather did terrible things to him and was recently released from prison.”
The trauma I sensed on him. Fuck. I’m an asshole.
“Wait, his stepfather lives there, and you were going there?”
“I wanted to see if he’d returned there. Simon has been a wreck.” She folds her arms—the tell-tale sign of her feeling worried, fearful. What was her plan if she did find his stepfather?
“Lola, I spoke with the witness.” I glimpse at her to see her reaction.
She fidgets, drumming her fingers against her thigh. “Oh?”
“I took care of him,” I tell her honestly. I don’t want secrets between us.
Her small gasp has me turning my head to her before moving my eyes back to the road. “What does that mean?”
“It means I will close the case. I promised to keep you safe, and I will. You were attacked, and you defended yourself. You just went beyond defense, but with your past, it’s understandable to me.”
“You love me,” she exhales out of nowhere, bewildered.
Pulling up to her apartment, I cut the engine and turn to lift her chin with my hand.
“What I feel for you surpasses love, reason. It’s binding, uncontrollable, part of me. I don’t understand it, but it drives me.” I know it shouldn’t be possible, it’s madness, but if this is crazy, I don’t want to be sane.
Her eyes glisten with unshed tears. “How? How can that be?”
“It just is.” I drop my forehead to hers. I can’t pretend to understand it. It doesn’t make sense. But fate brought us together. “It was inevitable, little lamb.”
Her lips, soft and gentle, kiss mine. “Take me inside.”
We crash through the front door in a frenzied state of need. Her scent intoxicating, bewitching. Kicking the door closed, we both strip out of our clothes, hungry, fucking ravenous. She guides us to her bedroom, her hair wild from my hands running through it, lips bruised and swollen, chest heaving with need, pink, hard nipples begging for attention. I want to devour her whole.
Pushing her back on the bed makes her tits bounce. I’m on her in the next breath, casing them with the palms of my hands, squeezing, my tongue lapping at her fevered flesh. I grind my cock against her wet folds before kissing a path down her navel. Hooking her thighs over my shoulders, I tug her body against my face and swipe out to lick between the folds of her pretty pink lips. I eat her, kissing, sucking at her clit, fucking her hole with my tongue tasting myself there.
“Come on my face, Lola,” I plead, swirling my togue around her throbbing clit. She’s wild, bucking her hips, grinding on my face, her little fist balling the sheets as she gives herself over to me, her pussy throbbing, her release soaking her and my chin. She glorious.
Flipping her onto her stomach, I bite her ass cheek, leaving my mark before spreading her cheeks and licking her tight little knot with the tip of my tongue.
“Adams,” she begs.
Covering her body with mine, I slap her ass. “Spread your fucking legs, little lamb. I need to fuck you now.”
She parts her thighs, and I enter her with one swift thrust, causing us both to shout out in pleasure. We move in sync, our bodies entwined. I hold myself up on one arm to keep my weight from crushing her while the other pinches her nipple as my lips suck at her neck. I fuck her with everything I have, stretching her to the max, her walls strangling my cock.
Heat spasms up my spine, the need to come overpowering.
“Oh god, I’m coming, I’m coming,” she cries out, her body tensing beneath mine. I grind my hips, riding out her climax before pulling out, dropping to my back, and guiding her head down to my cock. “Taste what you do to me, little lamb,” I growl.
She’s thirsty, desperate to flood her mouth with my offering. Her juicy lips slip over my cock, her moan vibrating around my tip. Waves of release pump into her mouth, dripping from the corners of her lips. It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. Once she’s sucked me dry, she growls, swiping across her mouth with her forearm. “You taste like sin, detective,” she teases.
“You taste of heaven, little lamb.” I laugh, pulling her into my arms.
After a few minutes, she asks,
“Would you be able to find out where Simon’s stepfather is now?” Her small fingers dancing across my pecs, her thigh slung over my waist, the heat from her pussy making my cock twitch with life. I kind of owe Simon for scaring him off.
“I can and will.” I kiss her forehead, pulling her onto my chest. “Are you sore?” The blush on her cheeks is fucking adorable. Biting her lip, she jerks her head yes. “Too sore?” I taunt, rolling her onto her back.
“Maybe you should get some ice.” She licks her lips, mischief flashing in her eyes. Nuzzling her neck, I growl, “Ice for your pussy coming right up.”
Giggling, she watches me leave the room, calling out, “It’s on the top shelf of the freezer.”
A smile hooks my lips. I don’t think it will ever leave my face. She’s mine. Her scent coats every part of me, and I never want to leave her bedroom. I know I’ve crossed lines. I’m not even sure who I am anymore. But one thing is clear: I’m hers and will do what I need to keep her safe.
Pulling open the freezer, I grab the tray of ice and make my way back to the bedroom, visons of swirling the ice over her clit before pushing it up inside her and finger fucking her until she’s numb running rampant in my mind. As soon as I reach her bedroom door, rapping on the front door echoes through the apartment. Seeking out the clock on the wall, a frown tugs at my brows. It’s past midnight.
“Was that the door?” Lola calls out, but I’m already putting the ice tray down and slipping into my discarded slacks in her hallway. Another urgent knock sounds. Swinging the door open, a female stands there, her eyes wide.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I was looking for Lola?” She looks familiar, but it takes a second for me to place where I know her from. The photos.
“Mrs. Reese?” I shake my head in confusion. What the fuck is she doing at Lola’s apartment?
Lola’s footfalls sound behind me. “Amanda, what are you doing here?” She moves around my body, a sheet wrapped around her body.