Chapter Twenty-Four
June
The first thing I do when the girls leave is go to Theo’s room, lock the door, and open his bedside drawer.
A small soft bag sits in the center. I open it to find a LELO wave dual stimulation vibrator.
I pull the silky toy out of the bag and study it.
It’s like a rabbit vibrator but more of a U shape so the internal G-spot part and the clit suction nearly touch.
Grinning, I set up my phone against his headboard with the front-facing camera on.
Then I walk to the corner of the room where Theo’s camera is, drag a chair underneath, and stand so I’m inches from the lens.
“Watching me is a privilege, Theo. Maybe I’ll let you see my recording.
” I blow a kiss, pull off my shirt, and grab the tape from my back pocket.
Stretching up, I tape the shirt to the ceiling so it’s hanging in front of the camera.
I hop off the chair and take off all my clothes before climbing onto the bed. I sit on my heels once I’m in the phone’s camera frame, then start the recording. Even though Theo isn’t watching me right now, my pussy throbs with anticipation that he’ll eventually see this.
My need to get off has steadily grown every minute since his phone call two hours ago.
I’m so wet and ready that when I position the thicker end of the toy at my entrance, it easily slides in.
Even without turning it on, the pressure has my lips parting.
Once the toy is all the way in, I move the external stimulator until it's positioned over my clit.
Then I look straight into the camera and press the button to turn it on.
The vibration shoots up my spine, and my head drops back. I let out a moan and rock into my hand, imagining Theo beneath me.
My legs shake from the vibration abusing my G-spot while the suction pulls on my clit. I lean forward, pressing my palm into the mattress a foot from the phone and dropping my head between my shoulders.
The vibration grows more intense until my breaths come out short and staggered.
I sit back and reach up to squeeze my tit, rolling the nipple between my fingers.
A second later, an orgasm hits me with virtually no warning.
Instead of pulling the toy out, I turn it off long enough to move onto my back, feet on either side of the phone so the camera is facing the toy buried in my cunt.
With a breath, I turn it back on, and my hips instantly leave the bed.
It takes less than a minute to come again.
I don’t even turn it off, just let my body rock and chase another climax.
“Fuck, Theo!” I call, my legs shaking as the orgasms ripple through me.
The vibrations are painful now, so I turn off the toy and let my arms fall to the side, not bothering to even take it out.
Fully out of energy, it’s several moments before I’m able to turn enough to reach my phone.
I hold it above my face and give an exhausted smile to the camera.
“Just a reminder of what you missed.” I wink, then turn off the recording.
My chest rises with heavy breaths, and I know I should get up now, but I’m far too relaxed and comfortable.
I fall asleep with the toy still inside me, but wake up only fifteen minutes later, climb off the bed, and walk to the corner of the room.
After pulling my shirt down, I take the toy out and hold it and the phone up, screen paused on the first frame of the video.
“If you want the video, you’ll have to prove it when you get back.” Without cleaning it, I set the toy on top of Theo’s pillow, gather my clothes, and walk out. Still relaxed from the several orgasms and earlier margaritas, it doesn’t take long to fall asleep.
I wake up wet, needy, and moaning. The sound of a muffled happy hum comes from the foot of the bed, and I instinctively rock my hips up into the face between my legs. Two large, tattooed hands grip my hips, right near the lingering bruises from Theo’s fingers.
Sleep fades, and I focus fully on the tongue thrusting into my cunt and up my middle to slide over the bundle of nerves. My hands find their way to Theo’s head, and I grip his hair like it’s a handle. His thumbs rub in a circle, kneading under my hip bones.
“Fuck.” I press into his face, searching for more. “Harder.”
He groans, the sound a vibration at my core, and speeds up his licking, then sucks my clit between his teeth, working it lightly. My hips shake with an oncoming orgasm.
“Yes, Theo. More,” I moan. Keeping one hand gripping my hip, he moves the other down to shove two fingers inside, all the way to his knuckles.
He twists and crooks them, rubbing the spot the toy was pressed against earlier.
Black patches fill my vision when he flicks his tongue, and I pull on his hair so hard that strands come free.
I gasp as he coaxes me over the edge then works me through the orgasm.
When I relax into the mattress, he removes his fingers and presses a kiss on the inside of my thigh.
“Missed you, little reaper,” he whispers, sliding up my body until we’re face to face. He licks the seam of my lips, and when they part, he hooks his tongue on my teeth. I sigh into his mouth when he presses his lips to mine. Already, sleep is pulling me back under, and I don’t bother fighting it.
I’m alone when my alarm wakes me up what feels like five minutes later. I have four missed texts, three in the group chat from Rose and Sadie raving about Luna and telling Evelyn she missed a great night. The fourth text is from Luna, saying she’ll be here to pick me up by seven thirty.
Nothing from Theo. I’m not sure if I imagined his visit last night, but I know he’s back because his jacket and helmet are hanging up, and his bedroom door is shut. Unfortunately, work keeps me from barging into his room to wake him up and ask where he was last night.
The first half of my day is simple, though one of my clients tells me about recently learning her little brother was molested by their childhood pastor. I make a note to investigate him, thinking he may be my next target. Pastors who prey on children are my favorite kind to slice up.
During my lunch break, while I’m looking over my next client’s files, I realize Jennifer is coming in. She missed her last appointment, so I’ve only seen her once since meeting Theo. That was when I was still planning his murder.
Now I’ll have to look her in the face knowing I’ve been happily fucking the man who may be responsible for her niece’s death for almost a week.
“Jennifer, hey,” I greet, opening the door. She comes in with a soft smile and settles on the couch. “How have you been?”
She shrugs. “Since the cops refused to look into Amber’s disappearance, I’ve been asking her old friends, the people she hung out with before getting mixed up with that awful gang.”
An icy feeling fills my chest. What if she decided to confront Theo or the Saints? What if she showed up at the Iron Cage and saw me there, dancing with the people who ruined her niece’s life?
“And?”
“Most of them say they hadn’t seen her for a while. One said she was selling drugs. But I know she isn’t selling drugs. My baby would never do that. It must’ve been that gang banger.”
Theo doesn’t sell drugs, I think. Axel and Bella run all the drugs that go through the Saints’ territory, selling from the Iron Cage. They’re very particular about what drugs they’ll sell and who they’ll sell to.
“I can admit that she may have tried weed at parties,” Jennifer continues. “But she doesn’t do drugs, much less sell them.”
“ Amber betrayed him. She betrayed all of us, ” Luna had said. “ She was an addict and got in deep debt with the South Five. ”
“Have you heard from Amber since that text?”
Jennifer shakes her head. “Maybe he took her phone. My baby wouldn’t cut me out like this.
” With that, her carefully controlled demeanor shatters, and Jennifer starts sobbing.
I help work her through the breakdown and manage to get through the rest of the appointment without falling too far into my own mind.
But when she leaves, the guilt slams into me with the force of a dam breaking.
I’m betraying my client. Her life has been torn apart because her niece got involved with Theo and the Saints. And I have the audacity to sit here and tell her she’s going to be okay knowing full well that Theo will pick me up in a few hours just to take me back to his house and fuck me senseless.
It’s not just Theo. The club’s weekly church meeting is tonight, and I’m looking forward to going. I want to see Luna, James, Benny, Valor, Bonnie, and the others. Then tomorrow is the long ride with the entire crew, and I get excited bubbles in my stomach when I think about it.
This started because I had no other choice. Theo stopped me from killing him. It was either agree with his insane plan or put my fate in his hands, which meant death or prison.
But I can’t lie. That’s not what this is anymore. If it was, I never would’ve let Sadie and Rose into that house. I wouldn’t have been sad when Theo told me he wouldn’t be home last night. I wouldn’t be wet and needy at the thought of him.
I wouldn’t be avoiding thinking about the fact that our agreement is halfway over, and I have less than two weeks left with the Saints.
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Theo is leaning against his bike outside the office, ankles crossed and hands propped on the seat under him. He’s wearing his jacket and sunglasses, his long hair in a bun. He smiles at my approach.
“Little reaper.”
The guilt grows when my heart jumps at the sight of him. “Tink.”
He stands and holds out his hand for my bag. I hand it to him to store in the compartment. Then he wraps an arm around my waist and drags me closer to him until our chests press together. My breath hitches, and he captures it with his mouth.
I pull back, laying a hand on his chest. “What are you doing?”
His brows pull together. “Kissing you.”
“In public?”