I nodded my head. That made sense. Sometimes following the rules too closely could look almost as weird as breaking them.
I looked down at my lap, at the thick file folder resting there, and opened the cover again. Easton had agreed to let me page through it while we waited, although I had resisted getting too deep into it. I felt strange reading about his life right next to him, especially about such a difficult thing.
“You know,” I said after some time, “you never did explain to me why Seed screwed up on that body you found.”
He shrugged. “You never got a chance to ask.”
“But you have a theory?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Let’s hear it.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re the budding detective; you can figure it out.”
“Come on, Easton. You had months to get into this guy’s head. I can’t do it in a few minutes.”
“Maybe not,” he said, “but what’s the fun in me just telling you?”
I sighed. “Don’t be a jerk.”
“How about this: You can ask me one question and I will answer it honestly, but in exchange, you have to take off an article of clothing.”
I raised an eyebrow, my heart suddenly beating fast in my chest. He had spoken in such a matter-of-fact way, almost like he were describing a crime scene to me. But he was suggesting that I got naked in exchange for information, right there in the car while we were out on a job.
“You’ll answer honestly? One question for one piece of clothing?”
He nodded. “That’s the deal.”
I bit my lower lip. “What if someone comes by?”
He shrugged, looking around. “That’s not happening anytime soon.”
I nodded. “Okay. Fine.”
The smirk that played on his lips drove me absolutely crazy. “Clothes first.”
I could feel myself get absolutely wet as I slowly slid my shirt up off my head and tossed it into the backseat. Fortunately, I was wearing a tank top underneath.
“Why did Seed mess up his early crime?”
His eyes looked at my body in an intense and hungry way. I could see what he was thinking: He wanted my body, wanted to fuck me. That was exactly what I wanted him to think about.
“That body was very, very old. I think Seed was around twenty when he killed for the first time. It was probably just a mistake.”
I frowned. “That’s not exactly a great answer.”
“Okay. I also think he wanted to get caught one day. Imagine you’re a twenty-year-old kid with an urge to kill, but you still haven’t embraced it yet.” He paused, scanning the area, and then continued.
“You’re smart enough to get away with it and you’re motivated, but you’ve never done it before. You’re conflicted. I think Seed wanted to get caught one day, wanted to be punished. After the excitement of his first kill, and the ones that followed, I’m betting he forgot all about his early mistake.”
That made sense to me, and it fit his profile. At least from what I could tell. “What did your partner think?” I asked.
He grinned at me. “Clothes first.”
“Fine.” I unzipped my skirt and wiggled out of it, letting it drop onto the ground in front of me.
Easton’s eyes roamed up and down my body, looking at my long legs. I could feel my pussy was soaking through, and the cool air in the car only made me more excited. I switched on the heat to a low setting.
“Martin was old school,” he said. “Truthfully, he didn’t much care why Seed had messed up. His mind only worked with facts and theories that directly impacted the case, and anything else was cast aside.”
“Really? That’s such a lame answer. Give me something else.”
“It isn’t my fault you’re choosing bad questions.”
“Do you want me to take off more clothes?” I asked him.
He paused for a second, a grin playing up his face. “Yes.”
“Give me something more then.”
“Not happening. Those are the rules.”
I gave him a look and then quickly pulled my tank top off. I was wearing a black bra that barely fit anymore, and my tits were pressed up tight against it. I tossed the tank top into the backseat.
“What was your partner like?” I asked him.
His eyes roamed my body again, staring with a hungry intensity at my breasts. I could feel the excitement pulsing through my body, and I knew that it was becoming less about our little question and answer game and more about wanting him to make me feel what I’d felt earlier again.
“He was intense,” Easton said. “Serious and single-minded. He hated killers more than anyone else I knew, I think because his cousin had been murdered when they were kids. He was absolutely and blindly driven.” He paused, glancing around the area again. “He was a good man. A family man.”
I reached back and quickly unhooked my bra. I slipped it off and tossed it into the back. “Why did you go in that day without waiting for backup? It doesn’t seem like you.”
His face clouded for a moment. “It wasn’t me.”
“What?”
He moved closed to me, and I felt my heart flutter with excitement. “I can’t answer you anymore.”
“I’m naked for you.”
He was so close, his lips against my ear. “I know.”
“I think I’m entitled to my answer.”
“Sorry, sis.” His hands cupped my breasts, and I took a sharp breath. “You’re only entitled to one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“My fat cock between your legs.”
“What if I’d rather have the answers?”
His hand roamed down my body and slipped between my legs. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I know you’re soaked again. I know you’ve been thinking about sliding along my cock all day long.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. All of the pressure had built up inside me over the past two weeks. Since the first moment I’d seen him, I’d known what I wanted. True, he was a cocky asshole, but he had every reason to be.
I crushed my mouth against his, kissing him hard. He returned my kiss with as much passion as his fingers found my clit, sending electricity pulsing through my veins.
“We can’t,” I gasped. “Not here.”
He looked around. “We’re alone.”
“But someone can come by.”
“You’re not afraid, are you, Laney?”
His fingers rolled along my soaked clit, playing with my body. “No,” I groaned. “I’m not afraid.”
“I know you’re not,” he whispered hot in my ear, teasing my pussy. “You’ll let me fuck you wherever I want, won’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “God, I need your cock.”
He kissed me hard, fingers sliding inside me. I gripped his arms as he worked me, thrusting inside my tight pussy.
I grabbed the end of his shirt and began to unbutton it. I slipped it off his muscular chest a minute later. We broke apart to pull his undershirt over his head, revealing his ripped and tattooed body. I ran my fingers down his chest and along his abs, loving that he teased me all the while, his eyes roaming my body.