Chad touched her breast and pinched her nipple. Pleasure rippled from her feet to her pussy and upward. Her body bucked under his.
“Give me your all.” His look was galvanizing and her wildly beating heart threatened to explode with excitement. He’d stopped moving and her pussy tingled around his hard cock.
Leaning forward, he kissed her mouth and whispered, “I love you.”
Heat like hot lava sizzled along her nerve endings. The impact of his words both pleasured her and frightened her.
“Let go, sweetheart,” Chad sensuous voice curled around her heart.
Without thought her body moved against his, and something in her heart shifted. The sensation of his touch heightened. A thin thread of acute awareness held her as she stared into his silver-gray eyes filled with tenderness and passion.
Chad moved his cock in and out in a sensuous dance of giving and taking. She saw the flash of light in his eyes and his body stiffened as her orgasm filled her with joy and delight. They slid over the top together.
He held her in his arms until their breath slowed. When he slid to her side, he kept his arm around her. Tor moved behind her and rubbed her back.
“Go to sleep, darlin’. Tomorrow’s another day,” Tor said softly.
She moved onto her back and touched the side of his face. “What about you?”
“I’m fine. You need to rest.”
Amy stared into his blue eyes. She didn’t see any anger or frustration.
“I know you’re puzzled, but you’ll learn. I enjoyed watching the two of you, and my time will come.”
Chapter Twelve
The killer paced in front of the television in his motel room. He’d stopped on his way back from Pittsburgh. It was a lucky decision for him. They’d found his apartment, all his things, and had a much too good drawing done by a forensic artist.
Anger built into a fierce fury. It was her fault. I should have taken her out first. She’s smart, but not as clever as I am. She will be my next victim. I’ll think of a way to find her and get to her.
He smashed his fist into the wall. The Sheetrock gave way, giving him some relief from his pent-up rage. He had to find a computer. But libraries were not available to him. The risk of him being recognized had risen too high. Hell, the clerk at the front desk might remember him. They’d have a computer in the back room.
Quickly, he gathered his things and drove behind the office and parked. When he walked in the front door, the television showed his picture. The clerk looked from it to him and grabbed for the phone.
He pulled out his gun. “I wouldn’t do that if I was you. Turn off your lights, and put up the no-vacancy sign.”
The clerk hesitated. A bullet flew just above his head. The silencer deadened the sound, but the man jumped.
“The next one will be aimed at your heart.”
“Please don’t kill me. I’ll do what you say.”
“Then douse the lights and take me to your computer.”
He did as told, and then led the killer to the back room. A computer sat in the corner.
The killer looked around. There wasn’t any rope. “Has that closet got a key?”
“Yes.” The worker held out his key ring and pointed to a small key. He opened the door. A broom, mop, and pail were setting on the floor.
“Get in there.” Once the door was shut and locked, the killer turned to the computer. When he’d spied on her in Boston, he’d recognized one of the men with the woman prosecutor. His face had been on television at the start of the case. He remembered his name, a detective, Davidssons. Lucky I have a good memory, and the name stuck.
He got to work and looked up the name. It took time, but finally he found what he wanted. A clip about the detective when he and his partner caught a serial killer wanted all over the country.
The article mentioned Torrad Davidssons had been in the same unit with Kel Reardon while serving in the military overseas. Reardon had been well-known in the Pittsburgh area as the man who’d shot and killed the son of a prominent Pittsburgh family. Reardon had killed the son when he went berserk overseas, while in the military.
This information would help locate Amy Gresham. He’d already called and asked for the detective as soon as he’d seen Davidssons with Amy going in and out of the Boston hospital. Someone at the police station had said the detective was not available.
Maybe he was guarding Amy. But where would they be? Perhaps he’d taken her to visit an old friend. The killer put Reardon’s name in the computer. Now to find him, and he suspected he’d find his quarry.
* * * *
Tor and Chad carefully got out of bed so as to not wake Amy. Tor went to his room to shower and dress. When he joined Chad in the kitchen the television was on.
“You’d better see this. I just got a call from headquarters a few minutes ago.”
The announcer stood in front of an old motel. “Inside this motel, the morning clerk found the desk unattended. When she checked the back office, blood had seeped from under the closet door. After her 911 call the police arrived and have been inside for thirty minutes. We have no information about what happened to the night clerk.”
“The FBI is headed to the crime scene,” Chad said. “My gut says this is our boy’s work. The clerk may have seen his picture on television, and the killer took him out to keep him quiet. The motel is situated between Boston and Pittsburgh. He’ll know not to return to his apartment, so where he’ll go, no one knows.”
“Are we going to tell Amy?” Tor asked.
“We have to or she’ll lose trust in us.”
“I agree. But I hate seeing her get so anxious again.”
“She’ll be that way most of the time until we get this guy.” Chad went to the stove. “I’ll cook breakfast, but later we’ll take her to town. She’ll enjoy seeing the shops, and we’ll eat a late lunch at Sister’s Café.”
“I’ll go wake her,” Tor said.
Chad grinned. “Then I’ll have a cup of coffee and wait a while before starting to cook.”
“Do that.” Tor waved and headed to Chad’s bedroom.
Amy had started to stir when he opened the door. Tor knelt at her bedside. “Good morning, it’s time to wake up, gorgeous.” He ran his hand across her luscious, thick hair.
She groaned and stretched. “Is it really morning already?”
“Yep. Chad’s going to cook, and then we’ll ride to town for an outing.”
“Whoopee,” she teased.
“I know it’s not Pittsburgh. It’s better. The shops are quaint.”
“You’re right, and I haven’t had a chance to visit this time. It sounds like fun.”
“After you’ve explored all you want, we’ll eat lunch at Sister’s Café.”
Amy sat up. “You two are trying to keep me entertained and my mind off of the guy wanting to kill me. Looking at quaint shops will be boring for you all.”
“Nothing is boring if we’re with you.” She gave him a sideways glance. “Well, not as boring.”
She giggled. “I have to shower and dress.”
“Do you have a problem with having company in the shower?”
“No, but I don’t have clothes in this room.”
“You can run naked down the hall afterward. No one will see you but Chad and me.”
“Or I might have you look in my drawers and closet and choose something for me.” Her laughter pealed out. He was certain his face had turned red.
“I don’t think so. You women have all those frilly, silky panties and such.”
Laughing still, she went into the bathroom. Tor followed and turned on the shower. He went back out for a second and returned with a condom package in his hand. He sat it on the shelf right outside the shower.
His cock hardened with his desire to touch her and have her hands on his body. Amy tested the water and stepped inside. Tor placed his body close behind hers. His soapy hands caressed her breasts, and then he ran the palm of his hand across her peaked
nipples. She moaned and leaned closer into him.
When he kissed her neck, she angled her head and lifted her chin to give him better access. “I love the feel of you and the taste of you,” Tor whispered. Her body shivered against his.
“Are you cold?”
“You know I’m not. Your touch makes my body ache and hunger for more.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve just started.” One hand moved down over her soft belly and cupped her mound. He surrounded her and exquisite pleasure spiraled up his spine. His cock was so hard it hurt.
Amy heightened his desire by trying to close all the gaps between them. His need to touch and explore her body was insatiable. She made him forget everyone but her. His determination increased to have her for their wife.
Tor breathed in her sweet scent mingling with the musky scent of their arousal. His fingers separated her lower lips and he touched her small bundle of nerves. Then he turned her to face him and slid down to taste her sweet juices.
When he got to her pussy opening, he put two fingers inside her wet, hot pussy. Tor kissed her soft abdomen as he caressed the satin- smooth walls of her pussy.
“Take me, Tor.”
He started back up and kissed her body as he moved. His hand cupped her breast and his tongue and teeth teased her nipple. Her heart beat fast under the breast he held. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around his fingers.
He leaned her back against the tile wall and reached for the condom outside the shower. “Don’t move.”
Tor tore open the condom package and sheathed his cock. When he turned to her again, he kissed her lips. “Hold onto my neck. I’m going to lift your legs.”
After he wrapped them around his hips, his cock found her opening and surged inside. Sinking into her sweet pussy was sheer bliss.
A glint of wonder shone in her golden-brown eyes, warming him and filling his body with satisfaction. She tightened her arms around his neck.
“I love you, too,” Tor said.
* * * *
Amy had been floating on a cloud. Tor’s touch and kisses had swept her into an awareness of only him and her. But his words of love shook her. He and Chad had both said the same. And she feared if she didn’t already love them, she was very close.
“Don’t tense up on me, baby. You don’t have to say anything. But it’s good you know how we both feel about you.”
She bent her head against his chest. “I don’t want to hurt the two of you, but when this is over I will probably want to return to my job. It won’t work for us.”
“Give yourself time to know. How many times have you repeated the mantra of having to return to work and having to be a success? Open yourself to us. See all your options.”
Tor’s deep, sensual voice brought her back to the awareness of being held in his strong arms. His cock filled her pussy, and his eyes were surprisingly soothing. They didn’t show anger nor did his voice sound demanding.
Amy kissed him. Her tongue slid in and wrapped around his. She sucked on it and felt his cock jerk inside her super sensitive pussy. Tor took her hint and started moving slow and seductively in and out of her body. Each time he thrust in faster and harder. He kissed her lips and then bent his head. He took her breast into his warm mouth and licked around the peaked nipple. When he sucked, a jolt of electricity ran up her spine. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around his cock and she moved, taking him in deeper.
Her spirits soared as Tor took control. His cock stroked her pussy with each of his movements. He bombarded all her senses with his musky, spicy scent, his stimulating touch, the taste of his kiss, and the sound of his groan when she clamped his cock tighter. A wave of euphoria swept up and over her and she yelled out her release.
Tor pumped in and out a few more times, keeping her orgasm going, then he yelled her name, pushed hard, and held his body still.
His cock pulsed along her pussy walls and their orgasms sent ripples of delight through them both. Tor kissed her mouth and gently lowered her legs.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” He stood, holding her and letting the water run down their bodies. “I’d better finish and get out of here. Chad will be waiting for us.”
Still out of breath, Amy nodded. She put her back against the wall and watched the water cascade across his muscled chest and long legs. It didn’t take him long. He got out to dry off and she showered.
“See you in the kitchen,” he called out. She heard the bathroom door shut.
Wow, what have I gotten myself into? They are both fantastic men. Tor’s right, I’m not as sure about what I want as I had been. But I know going back to Pittsburgh won’t just hurt them. It’ll hurt me, too. Where did all my determination go to keep space between us?
She shut off the shower, dried, and then with the towel wrapped around her, she ran to her room. She heard their laughter from the end of the hall.
* * * *
Amy walked around the Western shop. She liked the smell of the leather items, and they had a nice collection of women’s shirts and jeans. Tor and Chad had seen as much as they could handle and presently stood outside the door. But they’d encouraged her to take her time.
The shop’s proprietor had just rung up her purchases when the bell above the door rang. A tall, blonde-haired woman walked in. She smiled at Amy in passing. Outside, Amy saw a tour bus with an open door.
Tor came in after the woman. “We’d better hurry on over to the restaurant before all the seats are taken.”
“I agree. I’ve paid for my things. Let’s go.”
Chad and Tor put her between them while they walked the two blocks west to Sister’s Café. Candy, one of the regular waitresses, greeted them.
“I haven’t seen you in a long time,” she said to Amy, and she gave Tor the once over.
“My work has kept me busy. I haven’t been able to visit my Aunt Janie as much as I’d wanted to.”
Candy walked them to a back table. “Who is this?” she asked Chad.
“He’s a friend of mine and Kel’s. Candy, this is Torrad Davidssons. I called Kel. He’ll be joining us. I’d appreciate it if you’d point him in our directions. This place is filling up fast.”
“Sure will. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Davidssons.”
“Call me Tor.”
“I will.” She winked and handed him his menu. She left three more and hurried off.
Amy kicked Tor under the table. “What’s that for?” he asked.
“You can at least wait until I’m not with you to flirt.”
“I wanted to see if it would bother you. It did. Good to know.”
She frowned at him and looked down at the menu. “What’s good, Chad?”
“Most all of their food is delicious home-cooking type. It’s according to how hungry you are. But since you didn’t eat much earlier and you’ve gotten lots of exercise from going through every shop in town, then you must be starved.”
“Are you complaining?” Amy raised her eyebrows at him. “You suggested this outing.”
“Nope, I’m not complaining, just explaining. When this is over, you can shop to your heart’s content. I’ll stay on the ranch and work.”
“Once you have the killer, I’ll most likely be back in Pittsburgh shopping.”
“I hope not.” In his dark gray eyes she detected a glint of pain. He held her gaze for several seconds.
When she looked away, a lump had formed in her throat. She’d hurt him, and she wasn’t being truthful. Part of her very much wanted to still be here when their lives returned to normal.
If only the monster would show himself. This could be over. She had no doubt that between Chad, Tor, and Kel they’d bring him to justice.
Kel came strolling across the room. “It’s good to see you three back and all in one piece.” He sat in the empty chair. “I was sorry to hear about your mother. How is she doing?”
“I called her this morning. She’s home, and she said she’d been driving them all crazy with her demands.” Amy laughed. “My
mother is a stronger woman than I thought. She has about five more weeks or so before she can get the wires off her teeth, but so far her attitude is upbeat.”
“I’m glad,” Kel said.
Candy came to their table. “You want your usual, Kel?”
“Yes.” She took the rest of their orders.
Because of the crowd it took a while for the meal to arrive. Amy drank two glasses of tea during the wait.
“Excuse me. I’m going to the ladies’ room. Be back in a minute.” Tor stood. “Sit, I don’t need an escort. This place is bubbling with people back and forth. He’d be a fool to try anything in the women’s room.”
Reluctantly, Tor sat down. “Darn, I thought it might be my only chance to see where you women disappear to for more than a few minutes.” His eyes glisten with humor.
Amy swatted his shoulder and walked around the edge of the room to the hallway leading to the restrooms. Surprisingly, the small bathroom was empty. There were three stalls. It didn’t take her long and she was drying her hands when the same tall, blonde-haired woman came in the door. She smiled, leaned back against the door, and locked it.
“We wouldn’t want to be disturbed.” Her wicked smile sent a sharp knife of fear into Amy’s chest.
“Don’t you recognize me, Amy?”
Chapter Thirteen
Amy looked closer at the woman’s face. “You’re the son, disguised.”
“A brilliant deduction. I think it was rather clever of me. I looked up a hair stylist and found her home address. She was more than willing to help me. Thanks to you, she recognized me. After she finished doing such a good job, I had to kill her.”
“You are insane. Your father told you a pack of lies. He was guilty.”
He jerked her to him and put the gun against her temple. “Shut up or my finger will pull the trigger and you won’t be here anymore. Bam,” he mimicked the sound of a gunshot.
“What do you want besides killing me?” Amy glared at him.
“I do like a smart woman and one with spirit.” With his free hand he ran his finger down the side of her face and across her lips.
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