“I never knew anyone who had such a fancy shower.”
“It’s one of my few extravagant purchases. I’m usually more conservative.”
The three jets pulsed around them. His soapy hands caressed her neck, along her shoulders, and gave special attention to her breasts.
Amy reached between them and grasped his already hard cock.
She gently rubbed one hand up and down his length, and cupped his sac in her other hand.
“Oh baby, a shot of pleasure just about blew my head off.”
“Shall I stop?” She looked up at him and grinned.
“Hell no. Jets go to very slow pressure.” The water trickled out. “I don’t want you to drown.”
Amy slid down in front of his cock. She rubbed the smooth, soft skinned crown along her cheek and across her lips. Then she licked the shiny drop of liquid seeping from the slit.
“You taste salty and tangy.” Her mouth went around his cock and she moved her mouth along his length. Her tongue slid around his cock and up the vein on the underside. His groan of satisfaction pleased her.
Chad’s fingers caressed her head and tightened when she sucked on his cock. “I can’t hold off much longer.”
“Then don’t.” Her fingers gently moved his balls, and she took him in as far as she could. When his orgasm hit, she tasted his salty flavor and licked his juices.
He pulled her up close to his body and cradled her head against his neck. “You have me speechless.” He tipped her head and kissed her lips.
Her heart lurched madly as his gaze met and held hers. Two times they’d made love, and she wanted more. As though he read her mind, he had the jets come on heavier. The warm water rushed across her body. They quickly bathed, and he dried her with a heated towel. Then he carried her to bed and sank into her wet pussy.
They didn’t speak, but stared into each other’s eyes as his cock pounded into her. A surge of elation cascaded throughout her body.
His eyes heated to smoldering silver and something intense flared between them. She tried to look away and couldn’t. The feelings he’d aroused were pulling her deeper and deeper toward an unknown place. Part of her wanted to jerk back from the precipice, but the fascination and desire held her bound.
* * * *
Chad’s mother’s words sounded in his head as he stared into Amy’s golden-brown eyes. Shortly before his mother’s death, she’d asked him to sit by her, and using her gift of clairvoyance she had told him.
There is a special woman for you. Your heart will recognize her. Her mind will fight against the attraction, but her body will know you. You must break through her walls and conquer her, but not break her spirit. I see you and your best friend will feel the same draw to her. Let her know the two of you. She will come to recognize what is gold and what isn’t.
He hadn’t been speechless when Amy made love to him in the shower. He’d wanted to tell her he loved her. It didn’t take him days or months to know. But she would have drawn away and reinforced her determination to return to the city. He had held his words inside, and staring into her eyes he had sent the message silently.
Her body trembled, and the bond of attraction had strengthened. He felt it and from the startled expression in her eyes, she did, too.
* * * *
The fool had refused protection. She deserved to die. Being the foreman of the jury there was no doubt the woman had influenced the others to convict his father.
“Hello,” he sat at the bar beside her.
“I haven’t seen you here before,” she said.
“I’m new in town. A neighbor said this was the place to go to start making friends.” He let his eyes roam over her curvy body. Too buxom for him, but he was sure there were other men who liked her type. Her blonde hair had been fluffed out around her face. It softened her pointed chin.
While he’d been eyeing her, she’d done the same to him. Her finger circled the rim of her almost empty martini glass.
“May I buy you a drink?”
“Sure. Where are you from?”
“I’m from a small town in Ohio. This sure is a big city.”
He kept the conversation going through two more drinks for her, one for him. They danced a few times, and then he said he’d better go.
“I’m not much of a drinker.” He smiled at her.
“I’ve had my limit. I’m leaving, too.”
“My car’s out front. I can give you a ride.”
She hesitated for a second. Tonight, he’d dressed as what he was, an earnest college student. The lights were low and he took a chance the other drinkers wouldn’t remember what he looked like.
She must be bumping forty. The opportunity to have a young man in her bed would hopefully be tempting.
“I usually take a taxi home. I never accept rides from strangers. But what the heck, we’ve been talking for two hours. We know each other by now.” She fluffed her hair with her hand, and then turned to pay the bartender.
“Let me.” He paid and left a good tip, but not enough for the bartender to give him a closer look. Outside, he opened his car door and helped her in. Then they headed to her house. She gave him directions, but he already knew the way. He had to be careful he didn’t let her see he predicted each turn.
When they’d parked in her driveway, she turned in the seat and faced him. “Thanks for the ride. Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?”
“I’d appreciate it. It’ll help keep me alert on my way home.” He walked around to the passenger side and opened her door. What little anxiety she’d had had disappeared with his continued politeness.
Inside the coffee was forgotten when she put her body against his and kissed him. He carried her to her pink bedroom and stripped her. Then he asked her to lie on the bed.
She was pathetic in her eagerness. He stripped and straddled her body. Then he held her arms down and said, “Do you remember having jury duty in the past?”
Her eyes went wide.
When she didn’t answer, he leaned down closer and bit the lobe of her ear. She shivered.
“You must recall the time I’m speaking about. You and several of the other members on the jury spoke on television. You were righteous regarding the verdict,” he spoke in a calm voice.
She swallowed and he saw the fear in her eyes. “What are you afraid of? Did you do something wrong, like encouraging the others to vote him guilty? You were the foreman, weren’t you?”
“Why do you care?” Her voice trembled.
“Because he was my father. You and your jury started his downfall with the guilty verdict.”
“Please don’t hurt me. I didn’t know he’d die in prison. We were doing our civic duty.” She bucked her hips ineffectually under him.
“Why didn’t you go into hiding with most of the other jurors?”
She’d realized who he was, he’d seen it in her eyes, but she showed spunk. She raised her pointed chin. “We did our duty. There was no reason to hide. The facts showed your dad was involved in insider trading. It’s not my fault the jail had a riot. We did not give him a life sentence.”
“Hmmm, perhaps you’re right. I’ll have to check and see how the riot got started.”
“Then you’ll let me go?” she asked hopefully.
“Sorry, I can’t. I’m on a mission to avenge my father’s death. Anyway you’ve seen me, and you had a chance to save yourself. Stupid bitch.” He grabbed a pillow and placed it across her face. She fought him and managed to scratch his arms. But in the end she died.
He checked the sheets for blood from the marks she’d made and found none. He grabbed rubber gloves from his pants pocket, then he yanked out drawers until he found her fingernail box. He scraped any evidence from under her nails. Afterward, he washed the tip of the file and poured alcohol over it.
He dressed, gave the room another check, and left. The car was a rental. He’d turn it in at a car rental business fifty miles north of here.
Later, at his apartme
nt, he added her name and her picture, which he’d found and printed from an old newspaper online. His list was getting shorter. His next victim would be the chief prosecutor and then sweet Amy.
She was beautiful with her luscious curves, deep, dark-red hair, and golden eyes. He might take the time to enjoy her body before killing her.
He closed his album and hid it in a hole he’d made under the tile floor in his closet. It was his one weakness. He wanted to look at his victims and remember the satisfaction of revenge.
Chapter Seven
Chad took Amy for a longer horseback ride this time. They’d just returned to the house when his cell rang. “Hello, Tor. How’s the case going?”
“Not good. He hit again last night and killed the woman who led the jury. Her mother was worried this morning when her daughter didn’t answer the phone. She had a key and went to her house. The poor woman will have nightmares the rest of her life.”
“Did you visit the grandparents?”
“Yes. They’re bent over with grief and sadness. They lost their daughter and grandson. No word from him since her death. They don’t know whether to hope the killer took him somewhere and killed him, too, or if they have to believe he was evil enough to have killed his mother. Neither choice is good.
“I’ll tell you more when I get there tomorrow. I’ve asked to move my vacation up. I want to help protect Amy from this very shrewd killer.”
“I’ll be glad to see you, and I think Amy will also.”
“Is her aunt staying with you?”
“No. She’s hiding somewhere else. We got a call before we went riding that she’d arrived safely.”
“Then we have our lady all to ourselves.”
Chad had walked out on the porch when Amy went to her bedroom. He lowered his voice and said, “We have to be patient. If we push hard, she’ll back up and reinforce her defenses.”
“I’m not a patient man.”
“That’s why I’m warning you.”
“This ought to be an interesting vacation. If we get this guy quickly, then we can all three relax and have fun.”
“Do you think she’ll be the next targeted victim?”
“Not if he can find the chief prosecutor first. But he’s hidden so well we haven’t even had contact with him. The one person who knows where he’s staying was put in protective custody.”
“Then we’d better be ready for anything,” Chad said.
“See you sometime tomorrow.” Tor hung up.
Chad found Amy in the living room. She’d changed and had curled up in the big lounge chair.
“Scoot over.” He wiggled in beside her, and then lifted her onto his lap. There was a shimmer of concern in her eyes.
“You have more bad news.”
He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close. She leaned into him and burrowed her head against his shoulder. His chin rubbed across the top of her head.
“He’s struck again.”
“Who did he kill?”
“Last night he found the head juror at the trial. She didn’t take the chance to hide and it cost her, her life.”
“He’s not going to stop until he gets to me.”
“The good news is Tor will be arriving tomorrow. Between the two of us, we’ll keep you safe.”
She looked at his face. “You can’t be with me every second. He’s clever. How did her kill this woman?”
Reluctantly, Chad told her. “But there must be at least one person in that bar who will remember him. He made a mistake last night and showed himself. They’ll get him, soon.”
Her tense muscles relaxed only a fraction, and he felt the tremor she couldn’t hide. “I have an idea.” He sat her on her feet. “Go in the piano room. I’ll make you a cup of tea and be right there.”
He watched until she’d gone inside and shut the door. Then Chad went to the kitchen and put the teapot on the stove. He prepared a tray with a cup and saucer and a small plate filled with an assortment of cookies. When the water boiled, he put in the tea and placed the teapot on the tray. Then he went to join Amy.
She stood at the floor-length windows, looking out. He sat the tray by the white lounge chair she’d favored when they’d sat in here last night. Chad poured her tea.
“Come, sit, and enjoy. I’ll entertain you while you drink and eat some nourishment.”
As he’d expected she turned and studied him with a puzzled expression. “How will you distract me? That’s what I suspect you’re trying to do.”
“You’re a clever girl.” When she got close he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lightly on the mouth. Then he walked toward the piano. “I never told you, but my mother taught me how to play. As I got older and better, she let me accompany her here at the house.”
“I’d love to hear you perform.” Amy sat, poured her tea, and nibbled on a chocolate cookie.
Chad flexed his fingers and practiced a few scales before beginning. The music soared to the high ceiling. He glanced at Amy. She’d closed her eyes. He often played the piano for his own enjoyment and it pleased him to see the soft expression on her face. An hour later, after she’d drunk her tea and eaten half the cookies, he walked across the room and sank into the chair next to hers.
“Do you play often?”
“After dinner I frequently play for myself. It relaxes me.”
“Who has heard you perform?”
“My parents, and once I played for the town, to accompany my mother. I also performed at some of my friend’s weddings.”
“You’re so talented. People would love to hear you.”
“My gift is not something I want to advertise. Basically, I’m a private person. I have no use for the bright lights.”
“Your mother must have encouraged you to share your gift with the world.”
“She did, until she saw how much I was like my father. Then she knew it would make me unhappy, and she stopped making suggestions of that nature.”
“How old were you at the time?”
“I think I was around twelve or thirteen.”
“Wow, you’ve kept your secret a long time.”
“It’s not a secret to people I want to know. Only to the ones who’d push me in the wrong direction.”
“You trust me that much?”
“Yes. Whatever happens between us, I know you are a woman to be trusted and admired.”
* * * *
His words flattered her and warmed her heart, and his manner soothed her spirit. Nevertheless, she fought her desire to be closer to him. Then her insides melted at his tender glance.
Chad’s hand stroked her arm as a gently growing fire smoldered in her core. He turned the underside of her arm up and kissed the soft skin from her wrist, where her pulse pounded, up to her shoulder and neck.
“I want to make love to you.”
“This isn’t wise. I’ll break your heart, or you’ll break mine.”
“I’m willing to take a chance on love.”
He challenged her. Her body hummed when he came into a room. He drew her to him like a magnet, and her defenses were gone. She’d tried to resurrect them. But they crumbled when he touched her in any way. Who was she fooling? She wanted him and possibly Tor. Why not enjoy this crazy time off. Her head would quit spinning soon enough when she returned to reality.
Amy put her arms around his neck. “We’ll enjoy the day. No promises, no commitments, just two people hungry for each other.”
She saw a flickering flame deep in his eyes, but he quickly lowered his eyelids as he reached down and pulled her into his arms. His long, steady stride had them in his bedroom and on his bed in a few minutes.
“I guess you want to be paid for the concert,” she said and grinned.
“No teasing. This is serious. What I do for you is a gift and my loving you is also. It’s a gift from me to you and you to me. Whether it changes to a full-blown love, time will tell. But don’t lower the meaning of it by teasing.” He held her head and reclaimed her
lips. He kissed her hard and his tongue moved into the recesses of her mouth, demanding and taking.
The heat in the pit of her stomach flared into a fire of desire. She placed her arms around him and ground her hips against his hard cock. Even through their clothes, the heat of his body and pulse of his cock reached her.
Chad sat straight and undressed her hurriedly. She did the same to him. Clothes flew in all directions. He lay flat and shoved his jeans and undershorts off, and pulled a condom pack out of the bedside table and covered his cock. Then he reached for Amy’s jeans and panties and yanked them down and away.
His gaze moved from her face to her breasts, and then he straddled her body. “This is much better.” His hands cupped her breasts. He kissed her lips while his fingers brushed over her swollen nipples.
Spirals of ecstasy rushed through her veins when his kiss demanded more and more. Her eagerness to respond no longer surprised her. She liked all of him, his handsome good looks, his quiet demeanor and yet confident style, and his lovemaking.
His knees spread her legs and his cock rubbed against her hungry pussy. Her juices wet her lower lips and the scent of their arousal rose in the air.
With his cock at her pussy opening, he thrust inside while staring into her eyes. She couldn’t hide the sense of satisfaction when he filled her full and tight. This time there was no slow, seductive pace. He pounded into her, demanding and giving.
Her pussy rippled around him, and she met his every stroke. Their bodies got wet with perspiration and still they demanded more of each other. Just when she thought her heart would explode with the lust and need to have him completely, her body arched, and his cock pulsed rapidly against her pussy walls. A shot of electricity went up her spine and she screamed out her delight.
Chad followed her and held his cock tight against her womb as he found his relief. He rolled off of her and lay breathing in gasps.
Amy’s breasts tingled from the contact with his chest hair. Her heart beat a dance against her throat. He took her hand and the loving feeling calmed her racing heart. She closed her eyes, trying to deny how she felt about him. But it didn’t help. All her rational reasoning had no effect on her body’s responses.
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