18. Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen
Byron
T he message left for me in the latest victim—one Mr. Dirk Wallace—is even more fucked up than the previous one.
Nothing else has changed. He's been tortured, brutalized, castrated, and silenced. He, too, was killed exactly in the same way Aaron Butler was.
From the note left by The Cat, our newest victim has been stealing from the non-profit organizations he heads up.
The crime scene is exactly like the previous one. On the surface, everything looks the same as all the ones before that, but once again, something feels off. I still need to figure out what about Aaron Butler's house doesn't match up, but considering the change in MO I'm sure that there is something different. I just need to find it.
Chief Hinds also phoned again to let me know Jones will be arriving later today, and as relieved as I am for the backup and extra set of eyes, I wish he hadn't sent Jones.
It's taken me a long time to find my place in the bureau and even longer to settle in with my unit. I work hard and pull my weight—more in some cases—but no matter how hard I try, there is always some level of skepticism when it comes to some of the agents due to my past. And with Jones, that level is pretty high. He's old school, and to add to the mistrust, he had a hand in some of my past.
More than anything, though, even though I've been upfront with Chief Hinds about Lily and even went so far as to disclose a physical relationship with her, I know Jones will have an issue with that, too. Especially considering the stalker’s note on her door. He's just the kind of guy to go and blather about everything in my history to her. Obviously, I plan on telling her everything, but this thing between us is new, and I don't want to scare her away so soon.
Jones's plane arrives at eight tonight, and he will grab a cab to the hotel. He'll either head straight to my room or crash for the night.
Please, can he just crash? One more Jones free night would be perfect.
"Case giving you trouble?" Lily asks from her spot on the bed. She's working through the last of the autopsies I'd sent her, and the cute glasses perched on her nose has me smiling with fondness at her. "Yeah. But my current frown is for the agent showing up tonight to help me with it."
She shuts her laptop and places it on the bedside table before crawling over to me, her new position allowing her shirt to gape open, gifting me the most delicious view.
"You don't like him?" she asks, her words laced with worry. "Is he a bad guy?"
She gets off the bed, and I pat my lap in my chair at the small table we've been using for our meals. Lily chooses to straddle my lap, her soft, warm core matching up with my hardness perfectly.
"No," I say, shaking my head as my fingers dig into her hips, holding her still. "He's a good agent. One of our best. But he doesn't like me and doesn't mind letting me know every step of the way."
Lily leans closer, her chest pressing against mine and wraps her arms around my neck before nibbling on my bottom lip.
"Well, I didn't like you in the beginning," she whispers before rocking her hips, grinding herself against me, causing me to groan. "And now, I like you just fine; in fact, I think I like you quite a bit."
Chuckling, I dig my fingers into her soft, lush ass, encouraging the slow, steady grinding. "I think you just like certain parts of me," I tease before sticking out my tongue to trace the line of her lips. She surprises me by sucking it into her mouth and deepening our kiss as she continues to ride me. She holds onto my head, using her grip as leverage as she chases her pleasure while making love to my mouth.
It doesn't take long for her to get wound tight, and I enjoy the sight of her head thrown back, the long dark curls falling down her back as she cries out.
I'm tasting the long, delicious column of her neck when she lets out a soft giggle.
"While I might like that particular part of you, Agent Scott, I like the rest of you just fine, too. Now take me to bed and show me a good time, will you?"
Eager to please and all thoughts of Jones forgotten, I stand up from the chair, enjoying the surprised squeal Lily lets out as I keep her in my arms.
She's wearing a pencil skirt today, and she'd already taken off her shoes and pantyhose when we got back to the room, so it didn't take me long to push up the skirt and expose her purple lace thong.
"Holy hell, Lily. Each time I see your underwear, you take my breath away. You're sexy as sin." I growl as I dive for the apex of her thighs, inhaling her essence before dragging the scrap of lace down her legs.
She's bare and glistening, and I feel the responding pounding against my zipper.
"You can taste all you want later, Byron. But if you don't get inside me now, I'll help myself," she warns me before my mouth can descend on her.
"I don't think that's the threat you want it to be, beautiful," I warn with a chuckle as I quickly take off my clothes and grab protection so I can join her on the bed. Her thighs open wide in an invitation, and when I settle between them, she wraps them around me before lifting her hips from the bed to press herself against me.
"Needy minx. I should make you help yourself." She shivers at my threat, her breath hitching.
"Do you like that, baby? Want me to watch you pleasure yourself?" I ask as I line up and enter her with one swift thrust. Crying out in pleasure, she pushes up to meet my hips.
I lean over her, my mouth kissing and nipping at her nape before biting down on her earlobe so I can whisper to her. "Do you like being watched, beautiful Lily?"
Her body reacts with an eager shiver as she tightens around me. Her fingers claw at my back, her nails digging into the muscles. Fucking hell, she's a wild cat, and I love it.
"How about being somewhere public, baby? Want me to fuck you somewhere we can get caught?"
At my question, her release roars through her, and the tight grip she has on me pulls me over the edge with her.
"Holy shit," she whispers, still breathless.
"You can say that again," I respond, trying to get my heartbeat to calm down. "We're going to have to try that, baby."
"Uh-huh," she mumbles as she pulls me down next to her so she can cuddle into my chest. I should get up to get rid of the condom, but for now, I don't want to do anything but hold Lily in my arms.
So that's what I do.
Until she opens her mouth and rocks my world.