The way she whispered in my ear. The way she begged for it. Her lips sucking me off. It was impossible not to think about her, not when she drove me so completely fucking crazy.
I clenched my jaw and went back to work. I had nothing to do that day except clear my mind. Later, once I felt like I could finally concentrate on my work, I’d throw myself into the case. First, though, I needed to do my little ritual.
Tire out the body so the mind could take over.
Hours slipped past that way. I would work out, take a short rest to watch the news, and then go back to it. Over and over again.
By the end, the sun had dipped down below the horizon and I was completely exhausted. It felt pretty good to be totally and absolutely wiped.
I stood up and stretched, looking up at the basement window. Shadows stretched across the yard and the sky was a deep, blood red.
“Easton.”
I looked up at the steps. Laney was standing there, looking down at me.
“What can I do for you?”
She bit her lip at my tone. I felt a short stab of regret but shoved it aside. I had to keep my mind right.
“I think I found something.”
I raised my eyebrow. “I thought I told you we weren’t working together anymore.”
“I know what you said,” she snapped, “but I don’t always listen.”
I sighed, sitting down and running a towel over my body. I caught her staring, but I refused to let myself understand what that meant.
“I don’t have time for this, Laney.”
She made a face. “Look, I get it. You’re this big asshole who is going to save everyone. But I think I noticed something important.”
She came down the steps, holding the case file. I stood up, suddenly annoyed. “Did you take that from my room?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“That’s not yours to touch.”
“Too bad.” She sat down on the couch and flipped open the cover. “Look at this.”
She began to take out crime scene pictures. Each photo was of a hand, the fingers missing in the usual way. She spread them all out on the ground in front of her.
“Hands,” I said.
“Be quiet for a second,” she said. I tried not to smile, but I didn’t say anything. “These are all of the original murders,” she went on. “I saw that the police never released this one small detail, that the pinky on the left hand was only ever clipped down to the second knuckle while the other fingers were all removed completely.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I remember that. They wanted to be able to verify it if we ever caught the guy.”
“You also said that you weren’t sure if we were dealing with someone who had actually worked with Seed or if we were dealing with a copycat, right?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out now.”
She stared at me for a second. “Don’t you see? Only the people most intimate with the killings would know this: the killer himself, plus the four other agents that worked on this file, including yourself.
I cocked my head at her, frowning. Her large eyes stared back at me, her face serious, her breath coming deeply. I felt my cock getting hard as I remembered those tits in my face, her body slamming down onto me.
And then it hit me. Of course. If the new murders had hands just like the old murders, then we could conclude that someone with inside information was doing the killings.
I looked at her for a long time. I knew I had reason to be impressed with her, but she had seen something so obvious that I had overlooked.
“You’re right,” I said simply.
Her face broke out into a proud grin. “Really? This is important?”
I nodded. “I need to call the sheriff.”
“Holy shit, Easton!”
I couldn’t help but smile back. She stood up, scattering the pictures across the floor, and threw her arms around me. She crushed her body against mine, hugging me tightly.
I felt a rush of excitement run through me as she pressed herself close, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. In that moment, I realized how close to everything I had become. I was so willing to push every single person away, but for what? Laney wanted to help, and she was good at it. Plus, she was in danger no matter what I did.
I pulled back and looked at her. “About earlier—”
“Unless you’re about to apologize, I don’t want to hear it.”
I grinned at her. “I don’t apologize.”
“That seems like a bad rule.”
I reached behind her and cupped her ass, pressing my crotch harder against her. “We work pretty good together.”
“That doesn’t sound like ‘I’m sorry, Laney; you were right, Laney.’”
“I said you were right.”
“True. You’re so close then.”
That teasing smile on her face was only driving me crazier. Despite having worked my body to exhaustion all day long, I was still rock hard for her, my cock straining against my workout shorts. I knew what I wanted: the only thing that could possibly clear my head.
I kissed her, pressing my mouth against hers. She let out a soft moan as my hands grabbed her ass, pulling her against me tighter. She returned my kiss, wrapping her arms around me.
I’d fucked up when I’d pushed her away. I’d fucked up when I’d thought I could take everything on myself.
But I wasn’t going to fuck up now.
19
Laney
Easton kissed me rough and hard, a hunger in him that surprised me.
I let out a soft moan as I felt his hard cock through his shorts, and that surprised me too.
“This is a weird way to apologize,” I whispered to him as he lifted my shirt over my head.
“I’m not apologizing,” he responded, pulling his own shirt off. “But I am going to get your fucking pussy off.”
“Easton,” I said, but he was already kissing my neck.
I couldn’t help myself. I reached down and grasped his hard dick, stroking him through his thin shorts, working his shaft. He unhooked my bra and I let it drop to the floor. He began to gently feel my breasts, my back, my skin. I loved the feeling of his hard cock in my hands and the soft grunts he made as I worked him.
He reached down and unzipped my pants, dropping down to his knees. I giggled as he pulled them off me, tossing them aside. He grabbed my ass and pulled me against his mouth as he kissed and licked my pussy over my panties.
“Careful,” I said, biting my lip. “You’ll ruin them.”
“They taste ruined already.”
He pulled them down off my ass and I ran my fingers through his hair. He began to nibble at my clit again, gently licking and sucking. He spread my legs a bit wider and grabbed my ass, pressing me harder against his mouth.
“Oh shit, Easton,” I moaned. “Holy shit that feels good.”
“Knowing how to work a pussy means I never have to say sorry,” he grunted.
I couldn’t help but laugh. I pulled his hair gently, and he responded by licking me harder and slipping a finger deep inside me.
My legs were shaking as he worked me. Suddenly he hooked his arms under my legs and stood up, lifting me into the air.
“Easton!” I gasped, surprised and a little afraid.