Chapter 7 Bianca
BIANCA
He’s so beautiful.
Never has there been a more beautiful man than Harrison O’Rourke.
And he thinks I’m just as beautiful.
We complete each other.
This time is different. We’re not pawing at each other like wild animals. There’s a caress to every move, a gentleness lining the firmness.
His finger in me felt like heaven. I can’t wait to get his cock.
But before that, I want to treat him like the man he is.
I move down his body, slowly pull down his boxer briefs, unsheathe his cock.
I’ve seen it several times at this point, but I’m still stunned at its length and girth.
Magnificent doesn’t do it justice.
His cock is superhuman.
I run my tongue up his shaft, making him shake. Finally, once I’ve teased him enough, I bring the tip into my mouth and lick his soft head.
“Fuck, Bianca…”
So easy to please this man. So easy to want to please this man.
I cup his balls as I move my mouth up and down his length. He’s long, so I can’t get all of him down my throat. But I can sure as hell try.
I’m moving fast. Up and down, up and down.
His balls start to scrunch up in my hand. He’s getting close.
But he’s not coming in my mouth.
I’d gladly swallow every drop, but I want him inside me.
I release his cock, and he quickly gets to his feet.
“Lie back on the bed,” he commands.
I’m happy to obey.
He stands over me, raking his gaze over my body. “Damn it, Bianca.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong at all. You’re just so…fucking…beautiful.”
I smile. “Thank you.”
He gives his cock a few pumps and then enters me, filling me to the brim. He moves slowly at first, leaning down to kiss me again as he drives himself into me.
His kisses grow deeper. More tongue, more collisions between our teeth.
He’s plowing me, going faster and faster. His eyes roll back in his head as he reaches the brink. A millisecond before he does, I reach the peak myself.
I feel his warm come spill into me, his pulses syncing with mine in an earthshaking orgasm. He stays inside me for a few endless minutes.
Then we sleep.
* * *
I wake to birdsong. Harrison must have cracked a window during the night.
I never missed the suburbs during my time in New York and then downtown Chicago, but now that I’m waking to such serenity, I wonder if I should consider a move to this part of town. Being in the middle of everything is convenient, but it’s also loud and unyielding.
Harrison’s home in Oak Park is a haven away from all that.
I crack a small smile. This is the first time Harrison and I have ever slept together.
In the literal sense, that is. We’ve had sex several times, but this was the first night I spent in his arms.
And there’s no place I’d rather be.
I sit up, rub my eyes. Harrison is still asleep next to me, snoring softly.
He’s instinctively placed himself on the side of the bed closest to the door. I read somewhere that when a man does that, he’s subconsciously being protective of his mate. Any intruder would have to go through him first to get to me.
It’s a small gesture, but despite everything that’s gone on the last few days, despite the ticking time bomb that could go off at any minute, I’ve never felt more safe and secure.
* * *
Harrison wakes up an hour or so later. I’ve gotten up and prepared a light breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage patties. He walks into the room in a robe and looks absolutely luscious with his exposed chest hair and bedhead.
“You made breakfast?” he asks.
“Surprised?”
He smirks. “Of course not. It was just nice of you to do.”
“I should thank you for having such an organized kitchen.” I grin. “Very intuitive. Everything was where I expected it to be.”
He shrugs. “Guess I’m full of surprises.”
We sit down and enjoy the breakfast, washing it down with two glasses of fresh-squeezed orange juice.
I have a change of clothes in my car—workout clothes I haven’t used in forever.
I change into them after breakfast and then we head to the hospital to meet up with Alissa and Maddox, our music box in tow.
The hospital isn’t too busy, and we’re able to walk in discreetly, heading to the empty wing where Alissa and Maddox are being kept. When we get there, Dinah is just closing the door to Alissa’s ICU room. She smiles as we approach.
“Dr. O’Rourke. Bianca. I’m so glad you’re both okay.”
“You and me both, Dinah,” Harrison replies. “How are our special guests?”
“Better and better. They’re both such troupers. Maddox is still a little out of it, but Alissa is pretty alert.”
I swallow. “How alert? Can she stomach some…troubling news?”
Dinah widens her eyes. “Oh, God. What is it now?”
“We’ll tell you,” Harrison says. “But answer Bianca’s question. Is she stable enough that some shocking news won’t sent her into a panic?”
Dinah bites her lip. “I think so. You’ll have to see for yourself, Doctor.”
We walk into Alissa’s room, and she waves as we enter. “Good morning! Thank heavens you two are okay. I’ve been worried all night.”
“You don’t need to worry about us,” I tell Alissa. “How are you feeling?”
“Not too shabby,” Alissa replies. “I’ve been better, of course. But I’m feeling stronger. Dinah suggested we call in a physical therapist later today to start getting my body moving. I just had some scrambled eggs, and those stayed down. They’re going to try something more substantial for lunch.”
“That’s great,” I say. “I’m so happy you’re feeling better.”
“You and me both.” She looks us both over. “How about you two?”
Harrison inhales deeply and sighs it out. “There’s been…a development.”
Alissa widens her eyes. “What?”
I sit at her bedside, squeeze her hand. “Are you sure you can handle it? You won’t freak out?”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m a lot sturdier than people seem to think. Need I remind you I was the one who discovered May’s severed head in that hatbox?”
I sigh. “This is about the same level of gruesomeness.”
“I can handle it,” she says. “Tell me what you found.”
Harrison and I recount our evening at Aces.
How we disguised Harrison as the Ace of Clubs, complete with the branded shoulders and tight shorts, how we figured out the meaning of the “writing raven” in the locks on the ladies’ room stalls, and how we revealed the secret compartment. And finally…what I found in the cooler.
She drops her jaw. “No. It can’t be.”
I pat her arm. “Are you okay? I don’t want this to upset you.”
“Who wouldn’t be upset about this?” Alissa asks, the color draining from her face.
“But if you’re worried I’m going to go into some sort of catatonic shock, I can take it.
” She closes her eyes, steadies her breathing.
“It does make a certain sort of sense. That’s why they removed May’s head.
They’d have no need for it, since the brain can’t be—” She gasps. “My God! Lou and Carol!”
Harrison nods. “I’m afraid what you’re thinking might be right. Their donations might have come from May.”
“And if not from May, then some other poor innocent that Rouge killed in cold blood.” Alissa buries her head in her hands. “I might be sick.”
I quickly grab a nearby bedpan and give it to Alissa, but she waves it away.
“No. I’m just starting on solid foods. I’m not going backwards. I’ll keep it down.” She raises her head, wipes a tear from her cheek. “How are we going to stop this?”
“We aren’t doing anything,” Harrison says. “You need your rest, Alissa. You and Maddox both. You can leave this to me and Bianca.”
“But how?” she asks. “Do you have any leads from here? It’s not as if you can tell the police what you saw. They’d never believe you in a million years. And knowing Rouge, she’d sock away the evidence the moment she got any whiff of cops on Aces property.”
“You’re right. Which is why we have to be careful.” Harrison reaches into a small tote bag and produces the teapot-shaped music box. “This might be a clue. Since you’re our resident music expert, we thought you might be able to interpret the message in this music box.”
“Message? What message?” she asks.
“I’m not sure. But you might be able to figure it out.” Harrison winds up the key and places the music box in Alissa’s trembling hands.
The first four notes—the discordant ones that don’t match the rest of the tune—ping out of the little teapot.
And Alissa’s jaw drops.