7. Detective Keehn McCoy, Port Wylde PD
SEVEN
DETECTIVE KEEHN MCCOY, PORT WYLDE PD
The fucking bitch had some nerve, that was for sure. She'd escaped me, pretending she didn't feel the underlying arousal for me I knew still simmered in her blood. She'd always wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
I couldn't tell her the truth, though. If I exposed myself, there'd be hell to pay, and I'd be lucky to make it through the night in this town.
I lived as I always did here in Port Wylde—like an invisible man, under an alias older than my time on the force.
I'd always been Keehn McCoy, but before I picked up that dead man's ID in the alley behind the low-rent apartments on the East End at fifteen years old, I'd been someone else. Someone I hardly remembered.
I'd been Danny Mistwood, son of the disgraced oil mogul who'd lost it all in the divorce with his second wife, my stepmother and former tormentor, Francesca Hale.
She'd had one of those piercing voices and an annoying habit of running her fingers down my arm like she was scoping out my interest. She'd never been a mother, and had I stayed in her house any longer after she poisoned my father, I knew I'd have faced worse than just some minor molestation.
So I ran.
Just like Lilly St. Clair had. Except I'd fallen into some good fortune and been reborn as a new man, one who didn't have a past trailing him. And I'd risen from the dirt, leaving behind all the people who'd kept me safe before I lucked into a new world.
Including the girl who'd saved me from freezing to death my first night on the streets.
Lilly.
The girl I'd been in love with since I knew what unconditional love was.
The girl with a toy I'd bought her shoved up her cunt, in a room full of people, wearing nothing underneath that dress, if I was a betting man.
And I certainly was.
I'd spotted the forgotten remote when she fled and decided if she planned to spurn me, I could have a little fun before I slipped out of her den of demons.
She might feel at home in the midst of these fucking killers, but I wasn't as keen on people who would just as soon slit your throat as shake your hand.
The room was packed; for just a moment, I scanned the room, realizing there hadn't been this many people in her guild the last time I stopped by unannounced.
Had she been recruiting?
I'd have to tell the Chief about it. He wouldn't likely do anything useful, but apprising him of the situation was still my job.
But right now, I had only one thing on my mind—finding her. So I could turn this thing on and watch her fight the waves of pleasure I knew would flow over her like a tsunami. I knew her inside and out like the back of my hand, and we'd played this game many times before.
I liked to call it Timer.
Mostly because we'd always place bets on how long she could last before she came. And I usually won.
She put a hand on the table in front of her, turning to talk to a man in grey sweats and a loose tee with holes all over it, and I took the opportunity fate had given me, flicking my finger over the familiar switch on the side of the sleek remote.
A feral grin spread over my face as she jolted like she'd stuck her finger in a light socket, her smile faltering for the briefest second before she plastered that fucker back on and cast her eyes discreetly around, no doubt looking for me.
Unfortunately for her, my hiding spot was well-chosen.
The brute to my left and the slender woman to my right were easy to blend with, and if I shifted in one direction or the other, I disappeared like that, no sign of me anywhere.
Sure enough, her eyes glazed right over me, and my grin widened as frustration crept into her expression.
Fight it though she might, she was fast losing the battle, and it was only a matter of time before she'd slip away and try to take care of it discreetly, and when she did?
I'd be there waiting.
Just like always.
She marched around the room, talking to this person and that, always managing to cover up the awkward way her body reacted when I turned the vibrator in her tight little pussy higher, relishing the pain and pleasure it caused her in equal measures.
She writhed against the table when she managed to slip away from the rest of her entourage, and I had to bite back a laugh as I watched her hand descend to her stomach, clutching it like she could will away the need for release building there.
By my watch, if memory served, she was less than five minutes away from falling apart. And when she fell, and fall she would, I'd be there waiting to remind her of what she left behind.
She hunched over, one hand plastered to the wall, the other slipping lower, hovering over her sex as she searched the crowd once more.
Her perfect, white teeth, no doubt thanks to a hefty murder payoff, were gritted between tight lips, bared like the fangs she no doubt wished they were.
If I were within reach, I'd let her bury them in my throat like she used to.
Fuck, it always turned me on when she got rough and wild.
She was the only wild thing I never wanted to see tamed. I wanted her to always run free like the spirited filly she was. I needed to see her spread her wings and fly.
But right now, I just wanted to watch her fall apart again, just like all those times before.
Watching her orgasm was like fucking walking up to the pearly gates and being forced to stand at the fence as your dreams frolicked among the clouds, just out of reach.
I thirsted for her, ached to touch her again, to remember what it was to get swept up in her ecstasy.
She was a drug I couldn't quit, and the bitch knew it.
Gods, I fucking hated her. And I loved her in the same breath.
Lilly St. Clair would be my inevitable downfall.
But tonight, I would be hers.
Two more minutes and two more settings passed up on the toy.
I now stalked her as she crossed the room, practically salivating as I listened to her little whimpers as she waited just around the corner for someone to vacate the communal bathroom.
I peered over at her, thirsty for a taste of the slick heat between her legs, watching like a fucking creep as she pressed the heel of her palm against her hungry, throbbing cunt, and rubbed it through the silk of her dress.
The moans that slipped from her were two shades from carnally sinful and could easily put a porn star to shame.
I took a moment to taunt her, turning it back down to a manageable level, pleased when she tensed instead of relaxed.
She'd always been an excellent hunter and could practically smell me near.
But I wasn't done playing, and as she finally settled against the wall, tipping her head back in the false sense of calm I'd lulled her into, I jerked the button to the highest setting, revving it back to life within her like a fucking hellspawn borne of the fires of Hades himself.
Her eyes shot open, and she bit her lip just the way I remembered, fighting back the scream I knew was on the tip of her tongue.
I'd swallowed many such noises of hers as she fucked me like a wild mare.
I could practically hear it now, echoing in my mind like a form of torture.
She clutched the wall, panic setting in, nearly knocking over the man who slipped from the bathroom in her haste to get out of the public eye, and fast.
He paid me no mind as I slipped in behind her, pleased that she'd been in too much of a rush to lock the door.
Finding her after I'd locked it behind myself was easy. There was only one stall with a closed door, and I could see the point of her heels beneath the door, noticing the beautiful tips of her sharp talons as she clutched the top of the stall.
I didn't give her a second to breathe. I didn't bother to let her take that toy from her dripping cunt. I yanked the door wide open just as she sat on the lid of the toilet, watching as her eyes lifted to mine and realized who stood before her.
And instead of ripping out her claws and tearing into me like I'd expected, she lunged for me instead, yanking me down by the tie to fall to my knees before her.
She slid that perfect little ass of hers to the edge of the seat, moaned like a fucking cat in heat, and spread her pretty little legs, baring that naked pussy to me as it dripped between her legs.
"Fucking take care of it, you bastard," she snarled, her hand shoving my head down to the place I'd been born to have it.
I didn't speak a fucking word, just tugged the little handle on the toy until it slipped out of her soaked pussy, clearing the way for me to replace it with my fingers and mouth.
I thrust my tongue inside her, then brought it to the little bud of pleasure at the top of her folds, fucking her with three of my long digits like a man possessed.
Her moans were drowned out by the noises emanating from her womanhood, squelching and squirting and all sorts of carnal noises that did nothing to alleviate the raging fucking stiff cock in my pants.
I wanted to be inside her, but right now, I wanted to watch her come, and I'd get what I wanted.
I always did. It was the only thing she truly hated about me.
"Fuck, Keehn," she groaned, her hands fisting in my hair, tugging it at the roots as she rode my fucking lips like a wanton bitch. I redoubled my efforts and was rewarded with a loud moan that no doubt could carry into the hallway, if anyone were around to hear it. "I fucking hate you."
"Feeling's mutual, sugar tits," I gasped, nipping her clit with a knowing smirk.