Chapter 44 – Phoenix #2
Her fingernails dig into the arm I have wrapped around her waist as her climax finally begins to ebb. I uncover her mouth and kiss the side of her face, which is now damp with perspiration.
“Is that what you wanted, baby?” I ask.
“That was better than I even imagined,” she pants. “Holy hell, what a rush.”
I feel about forty feet tall. And my cock feels about forty feet long, needy and throbbing.
Jordie turns her face to look at me and whispers, “Use me.”
I chuckle. “I thought that’s what I was doing.”
She reaches a hand up and strokes my rough jaw. “I’ve never come that hard before. I want to return the favor. Use me however you want.”
I stare into her guileless gaze, but she doesn’t waver. So I roll us until she’s on her belly. Then I part her knees wide and straddle her thighs, my cock still inside her. Reaching for a pillow, I wedge it beneath her hips to raise her to the perfect angle.
With my hands gripping her waist, I pull out and slam back in. Her body slides up the bed as her fingers clench the sheets to try and steady herself. I pull her back into position and lean over her.
“Hands above your head,” I demand on a growl. She does it immediately, and I take one wrist in each hand and hold them down. Then I fuck her. It’s fast and hard, and she buries her face in the covers to muffle the little grunts she lets out with every shove of my cock into her dripping cunt.
The room is filled with the sounds of sex. Box springs are creaking. The headboard is hitting the wall. My hips are slapping against her perfect apple ass.
I do exactly as she asked. I use her, feeling myself beginning to soar as I take my pleasure from her body. When my orgasm is imminent, I release her hands, pull my cock out, and jerk off on Jordie’s ass. Dark spots dance before my eyes as I watch the jets of my release land on her ass and back.
Then I collapse onto her body, making an absolute mess of both of us.
She turns her face. I kiss her and murmur, “Congratulations, baby. I think you just made your fantasy mine.”
January is utter bliss. The press coverage of Jordie and I has blown over, and they rarely follow her anymore. Apparently, our relationship is old news now.
Delphine and Willie are still in jail. We recently learned a man she’d been seeing died under mysterious circumstances a week after changing his will to include her, and now the police are investigating the matter. I hope they both rot in jail forever.
Lorraine is doing well after her surgery. She’s back in her own home, but my mother takes her to all her physical therapy sessions, and we visit her several times a week. She should be back to her nannying position by the time Jordie starts spring training.
But the best part is Jordie’s decided to move in with me and Reece permanently. Oh, and also the sex. Lots and lots of sex. Like I said, utter bliss.
February though? Not so much. Things at home are still fine, great even, but Hale Cosmetics is thrown into a tailspin when a formula is stolen from Helix’s office.
He and Nicolette had developed a groundbreaking new fragrance that’s worth millions, and when our competitor, Aquarius Cosmetics, applied for a patent for the exact same formula, my brother freaked the fuck out after he checked his safe and found it empty.
We have tons of cameras in the laboratory building, but the problem is the thief somehow disabled them.
Everyone is perplexed because our system is supposedly state-of-the-art and unbeatable.
But someone out there managed to beat it.
It seems someone pulled off the perfect crime, and our security team is stumped.
I’m sitting in my office when the door bursts open and Helix rushes in, waving his laptop and babbling about proof and a video. Apparently, he somehow got footage we thought was lost forever.
“I’ve watched it about fifty times, and the woman looks familiar to me somehow,” he pants. “Not her face, but there’s something niggling in the back of my mind.” He places the device on my desk and opens it. “Will you watch it with me and give me your thoughts?”
“Of course,” I say soothingly as he takes a seat on the edge of my desk. I can feel his anxiety as if it were my own. I ask about Nicolette while he’s setting it up. Their relationship is currently struggling, and that breaks my heart because everyone thought they were the perfect couple.
Helix clicks on an MP4 file and directs my attention to the screen. “Watch.”
The screen is filled with a view of the hallway outside Helix’s office in the laboratory building.
We’re both silent as a woman in all black approaches the camera with her head tilted down.
Helix is right; there’s something familiar about the way she moves.
She’s short, and despite her bulky clothing, I can see she’s quite thin.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention, though I can’t quite place why.
The woman enters the office, and I stay silent as Helix fast forwards through seven minutes of nothing. When the figure emerges, she’s holding a thick manila envelope, which she stuffs beneath her sweatshirt. A sliver of skin is revealed, and my blood cells all seem to pause mid-flow.
When a bit of platinum hair slips from her hood, she quickly hides it and jogs off toward the exit as I sit there trying to get my circulatory system to come back to life.
“Back it up,” I say around a dry tongue. “To where she puts the envelope under her shirt.”
Helix looks at me curiously and slides the little bar back a bit. “Here?”
I nod dumbly and point. “Can you zoom in right there?”
“Whoa, I didn’t even notice the tattoo,” he murmurs when the patch of skin fills the screen. “Let me see if I can clear it up a bit.”
It seems like it takes him forever, but in actuality, it’s probably only a few seconds before the ink comes into focus and I see my own name in a cursive script. I recognize it instantly because I had a similar one once, though I had it removed years ago.
“Phoenix?” my brother calls, and it sounds like his voice is coming from the bottom of a well. Or maybe I’m the one in the well and he’s trying to save me.
I manage to drag myself to the surface and look at the face that matches my own. Helix looks concerned, and I can only imagine the expression on my face right now.
“Phoenix,” he says again, “are you all right? What’s happening here?”
“I know who it is,” I tell him, my eyes going back and forth from the image to my twin.
His hand is warm on my shoulder, and I close my eyes to absorb the comfort. Because inside, my organs are hosting a rave.
“Can you tell me who it is?”
I can, but I don’t want to, though I open my mouth to say it anyway as my gaze once again focuses on the tattoo.
“That’s the woman I was going to marry,” I tell Helix, bringing my eyes back to his widening ones. “That’s Beatrice fucking Bettencourt.”