Chapter 21
Caught in the Act
WES
Her exposed tit is perfect, and my cock’s rock hard in my jeans, but before I go any further, I need to know what she wants from me. Can I touch her? Kiss her? Fuck her? Can I do more than that? Because I want all of it.
I am consumed by Callie.
And I’m on the edge of losing control. With every other woman I’ve had an interest in, it’s usually ruined by now. When they see a hint of the real me.
But with Callie? She almost seems to want me more.
She flirted with me when I made it clear I’d followed her home.
She complimented me on the pie I left her when I broke into her brother’s apartment.
She didn’t get that horrified, disgusted look on her face when I beat the shit out of Jones.
The real tragedy is that she doesn’t know the worst of it. She doesn’t know I’m a serial killer, and I’m pretty sure that’ll be a deal-breaker. I can’t let her find out.
“What is it?” she whispers. Her breath is coming fast, each intake moving her exposed nipple in a way that’s mesmerizing. “Why’d you stop?”
“What do you want from me, Calliope?” I say quietly, meeting her intense gaze.
“Right now, I want you to fuck me.”
I chuckle, partly relieved, partly disappointed. I guess I wanted her to tell me she wants me. All of me. That she likes me. Maybe even is a little bit obsessed with me, like I am of her.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you.” I lower my mouth to her tit again, kissing the perfect curve, circling her nipple with my mouth before sucking it in and flicking it with my tongue.
She gasps, so I do it again. Her husband might have called her a boring-ass good girl, and I can imagine calling her a good girl…
but it’d have a much different connotation.
“I—I don’t know. It’s been a long time since I had sex. A year, at least.”
I pause for a second as I digest that. Her fuckwit husband disappeared six weeks ago. He wasn’t sleeping with her for that long before that? He must be the stupidest man on the face of this planet.
“I’m probably going to come the second your dick touches me.”
My cock twitches in recognition of being named.
I let her nipple slide out of my mouth and look up at her. “Good. We’ll just have to make you come twice, at least.”
She huffs, and I shove her strapless top down to her waist so I can give her other tit attention, sucking and licking while my other hand squeezes the other nipple. I do it until she’s breathing hard and arching into me. It’s a beautiful sight.
“I don’t know how I want it. I just know I do,” Callie says in a breathy whisper.
I look up at her and suck her nipple harder. At some point, I’ll need her to tell me more. I want to know exactly what she likes and doesn’t like. But for now, I’ll do what she says. I stand upright and tug her off the counter.
“Take off your jeans, Calliope.”
She glances down the hallway. “What about—”
“He won’t come out. He’s probably got his earbuds in.
” I cup her breast and lightly sweep her nipple with my thumb.
She shivers and unbuttons her jeans, wiggling them down her thighs and off her body.
She’s wearing a scrap of fabric as underwear, barely covering her pussy.
I let my eyes rake down her body, not touching her for a long minute.
Then I reach down and touch her over her underwear, moaning when I find the material soaking wet.
“You’re wet for me already, sweetheart?” I croon, moving my finger slowly back and forth.
She leans her hands back on the counter and arches her back, pushing herself down on my hand and sticking her breasts out. It’s a beautiful sight.
I can’t hide how I feel about Callie any longer.
Not that I was doing a very good job before, but now that I’ve had a taste, there’s no way I can give her up.
And why should I? I might as well let myself fall into her while we’re on this hunt for her that fucker of a man.
And after we find him, I’ll have to restrain myself from burying a knife in his gut.
He deserves it after the way he treated Callie.
Never again, though. He’ll never get close to her again.
“Yes,” she says, eyes fluttering closed. I shift my finger to the edge of her underwear and slide along the outside of her folds, then against the wet warmth of her pussy. I moan and swear underneath my breath. She’s so hot and willing, it’s almost too much to handle.
All I want is to give this woman pleasure, and if I can get that done, I will. As long as she’ll let me. She’s slick and swollen underneath my touch, just fucking waiting for my cock.
But right as I’m pushing a finger inside, my brother walks in.
“Wes,” he says, as if he’s walking in on me reading a book. He’s got no shame, no normal sense of boundaries.
Callie’s eyes fly open and she gasps, an arm flying across her breasts, even though her back is to Noah. I sigh and regretfully pull my finger out of her, relishing how her eyes widen as I drag over her sensitive clit on the way out.
“Fuck, Noah, do you mind?”
“Nope, not at all.” My brother has the nerve to sound annoyed.
“Oh my god,” Callie whispers, her eyes locked on my face, frozen in terror. “Can he see my ass?”
“No,” I chuckle, although I’m not actually sure that’s true.
“Just stay how you are, and he won’t see anything,” I say to her.
But instead of listening, she slowly lowers herself down to a crouch so that only the top of her head is visible to Noah.
Her gorgeous mouth is at cock-level, and I almost forget that my brother is still standing there.
“Wes.” Noah sounds super serious.
“Seriously, what the fuck do you want?” I sigh. “We’re busy.”
“We’re a go for number one. He’s heading to Maple.”
Well, shit. I curse and glare at Noah.
“What is it?” Callie says, staring up at me.
“I have to go.” I clench my jaw. Why now? Noah and his fucking list.
“What? Go where?” Her brow furrows in surprise.
“We have an errand to run.”
“An errand? It’s two o’clock in the morning.” Now she looks annoyed.
“I’ll give you a minute.” Noah backs up down the hallway. When he turns, I pull Callie up to a standing position.
“There are t-shirts in the back bedroom.” I tug up Callie’s top, covering her tits with a sigh. My entire body aches at the idea of walking away from her. I adjust my disappointed cock.
“What the fuck.” She pushes me away and bends down to pull on her jeans.
“I’m so sorry. We’ve—we’ve gotta do this thing.”
“You’re seriously leaving?”
I nod, questioning all my life decisions.
“Wes.” She buttons her jeans and shakes her head.
“I know. I know.” I turn and stride down the hall, chickening out from discussing this further. In the bedroom, I pull out fresh black jeans and a plain black hoodie. When I walk back out, Callie’s interrogating Noah, who is not giving her anything.
“And why are you both in head to toe black?” She points at me and then Noah.
Callie’s chest is flushed and red from my mouth.
I’m going to fucking punch my brother later for interrupting us.
Because I have a feeling Callie and I won’t get to finish what we started.
If I had to guess, she won’t let me get away with not answering her questions, and I can’t do that.
Which means she’ll guess the worst, and she’ll basically be correct.
Noah fucked this up for me. My stomach clenches. Of course it’s fucked up for me. I am fucked up. I don’t deserve someone like Callie.
“We’ll be back in an hour. Two, tops.” I tuck my hands in my pockets.
Callie’s too smart. Too perceptive. Too inquisitive.
I love all those things, but it’s not helpful right now.
Although I guess it’s pretty obvious we’re up to no good if we’re dressed in black running an errand in the middle of the night.
“Let’s go, Wes.” Noah’s at the door, waiting impatiently, watching the app on his phone where he can see that Chad Smith is on the move. We’ve scouted him, we have a plan, and we are here. It still feels rushed, but at least I’ll have Noah’s back.
“Well I’m coming.” Callie tries to walk toward the front door where her impractical heels are lined up next to my shoes.
“Absolutely not,” Noah and I say at the same time.
“You are one hundred percent safe here,” I murmur, stepping close and slipping a hand along her jaw, then letting my hand slide to gently envelop her throat. She swallows, and I can feel it under my palm. “We’ll be back in a few hours.”
Maybe I can fix this later. Maybe there’s a chance.
Then her eyes narrow, and she swats my hand away. I consider pulling out the zip ties and making sure she stays put. She sighs and turns her back on us. I’ll take that as agreement.
“Lock the deadbolt once we’re out.” I follow Noah through the door. I hate to leave her like this, but we’ve got a top-notch security system in the apartment, and she’s truly safe here. When I hear the bolt slide shut, we leave.
Half an hour later, we’re crouching in the shadows, watching Chad Smith fuck another sex worker from behind in an alleyway. She’s moaning, but definitely not in a good way, and maybe crying. I clench and unclench my fists to stop from going over there and beating the shit out of him.
I adjust my black balaclava, and Noah does the same. There are no security cameras around here because all the businesses are shuttered and the city doesn’t care about this poor-ass, broken-down neighborhood. But we still have to be careful.
Smith’s sad cock slides out of the sex worker, and he roughly smacks her ass.
He’s only half hard and tries to shove himself back into her.
I grunt in disgust. The poor woman, who looks very young but is possibly over eighteen, yelps and tries to get away, but he shoves her against the concrete wall, her head hitting hard as he pushes between her legs.
He holds her there, growls in frustration, and reaches down to pull on his dick.
“Get on your knees and turn around,” Smith says with fury in his voice. He pushes her to the ground. Like it’s her fault he’s soft? She braces herself on the ground but doesn’t turn. He’s going to hit her. Any second now.
“What the fuck are we waiting for?” I grind my teeth. Noah takes the lead when we’re out on a job, but I can’t just stand here.
“Hey!” Noah shouts, already in motion. Smith looks up and takes a step back from the young woman. She takes the opportunity to crawl away from him to the main road. Then she stands, pulls her dress down, and sprints away.
Chad is attempting to tuck his cock into his pants when we approach him. Struggling, it looks like, so he’s either high or drunk.
Noah’s eyes fall to Smith’s tiny, limp dick, and I know he’s thinking about cutting it off. But that would look too rough. Too targeted. Too… serial killery.
Then there’s a soft cry from further down the alleyway.
“What the fuck?” I squint and make out another person with her back pressed up against the wall, a woman who looks like she’s trying to melt into the cold brick wall. “Hey, are you okay?”
“No,” she whimpers and backs further into the shadows. Her voice is young. Way too young.
Right. The teenaged girlfriend.
“That’s my girl, stay the fuck away from her,” Smith has the nerve to shove me in the shoulder, and I fight the urge to punch him.
“Come here, baby.” He waves his hands, and out of the shadow a very young woman—no, definitely still a girl—walks.
She’s shivering in a tube top, short skirt, and open jacket.
The poor thing approaches Smith gingerly.
She’s a fucking child. I want to strip off my hoodie and give it to her, but my tattoos are too distinctive to reveal.
“Sorry, just so we understand, you were fucking a sex worker while your underage girlfriend watches?” Noah’s voice is soft and incredibly dangerous as he keeps a steady focus on our target. I know that voice. I’m guessing my brother is reconsidering cutting off this man’s dick.
“I don’t see what fucking business it is of yours.” He pulls the girl against his body, his arm tossed around her shoulders. “Who the fuck are you guys?”
She looks terrified, big dark eyes flitting from Smith to us to the alleyway exit. She’s scared of him. Of us. Of everything, probably.
“How old are you, young lady?” Noah asks, his voice suddenly soft and genuinely kind. He sounds like a kind grandpa calling her young lady, but her face relaxes a tad, so it’s working.
“Legal,” Smith says with confidence.
“I didn’t ask you, I asked her.” Noah doesn’t look away from the girl. She looks up at Smith with fear in her wide eyes. He nods at her.
“Eight—” she breathes deeply. “Eighteen.”
I scoff. No way in hell is this girl eighteen.
“Are you a sophomore?” Noah asks.
She nods, then her eyes widen, and she shakes her head.
Smith just rolls his eyes, not caring that she’s outed him for dating a sixteen-year-old child. My blood heats to a slow rolling boil, feeding the fury coursing through my veins.
The girl being here complicates things, but it also seals Chad Smith’s fate.
Our sister was fourteen.
I will never get over that.
Noah won’t, either.
We could never walk away from someone like this.