Chapter 14 #2
The corners of his mouth ticked upward as he picked up the pace.
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her thighs clenched his head, her heels dug into his back, and her body shook with an intense force as she screamed her release.
Rubbing her clit, he thrust the fingers of his other hand into her tight channel and prolonged her pleasure as best he could.
As she floated back to earth, she gasped for air. “Holy shit… that… that…”
Sean chuckled while reaching for the condom. “I’ll take that as meaning I left you speechless, which does wonders for my ego. But the night has just begun. Move back on the bed, sweetheart. Let’s see if I can get another one of those out of you.”
Crawling onto the bed until he hovered over her, he took her mouth with his, and their tongues danced together.
She sucked on his lips, and he realized she was enjoying the taste of herself on him.
Her legs wrapped around his hips as he lined his cock up with the slit of her pussy.
Her pelvis tilted, silently begging him to enter her.
He eased in as her body yielded to him, and then he saw stars.
Her wet heat drove him to near insanity, and he had to force himself not to rut her like a wild animal—at least not this first time.
With each thrust of his hips, he slid further into the tight channel until he was buried to the hilt.
Grace’s nails scratched his back, sending a shiver of ecstasy down his spine.
He loved being clawed by a woman during sex.
Why, he didn’t know, but it was a huge, fucking turn-on for him.
And tomorrow, he would revel in the marks she left on him.
Rising on his elbows, he pumped in and out of her while watching her expressions.
Her eyes were open but glazed over as she bit her bottom lip.
Her groans and gasps urged him on. Reaching down, he tucked his arm under her leg and bent it toward her chest, then shifted his hips to an angle that had them both moaning loudly.
The woman was going to be the death of him.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight, I won’t last much longer. ”
A tingling started at the base of his spine, and he leaned down, gently biting her nipple.
As he’d hoped, it sent her flying again.
Her walls spasmed around him, and white and black dots flashed before his eyes.
Pounding into her, he felt his balls draw up tight and roared his release.
Never in his life had he come so hard or so long.
He shook with the impact until he was spent, and it took everything in him not to collapse his full weight onto Grace’s body.
Dropping his head to her shoulder, he struggled to get some much-needed oxygen to his lungs.
“Damn… woman… and here I thought… it would be best… if I went home earlier… I hate to tell you this, but… I may never walk again… at least not until tomorrow… morning.”
Beneath him, Grace purred like a kitten. “Well, you won’t hear me complaining. Consider yourself invited to stay for the rest of the night, as long as we can do that again at some point.”
Lifting his head, he smirked at her. “Oh, we will. Scouts honor.”
“You were a Boy Scout?”
“Nope,” he said as his smile widened, “but it sounded better than a pinkie swear.”
Turning off the ignition of her BMW convertible, Jessica Daly stared at the decrepit tobacco factory on the outskirts of Elizabeth City.
It had been shut down for nearly three decades after the company’s cigarette manufacturing profits were eaten up by the larger, more popular brands.
It seemed no one wanted to purchase the three-hundred-acre property and pay to have the one-million-square-foot building demolished—especially since there was really nothing else of value in the area.
Grabbing her oversized purse and the portable video camera she’d brought along, Jessica climbed from the vehicle, then shut and locked the door.
It was a few minutes before 11:00 p.m., but the nearly full moon provided plenty of light.
There was no other vehicle in sight, but several bay doors where trucks used to enter the building were missing, so someone could easily have driven inside.
To her right, a beam of light skittered across the property toward her.
Someone was signaling her from inside the building.
Putting the straps of her purse and camera bag over her shoulder, she also made sure her gun was within reach at the small of her back—one could never be too careful.
She’d gotten a pistol permit months ago after another street reporter in Virginia and her cameraman were shot and killed on live TV while conducting an interview.
Making her way across the cracked pavement peppered with weeds and garbage, Jessica scanned the area as she tried not to trip and fall. Thankfully, she’d worn comfortable clothes and shoes that were still appropriate for the camera.
A lone figure stood in an open doorway and pointed his flashlight at her feet.
That was nice of him, giving her more light to see by.
As she neared the doorway, she took in his appearance.
He was a white male, probably in his mid to late thirties, and kind of cute.
His brown hair was neatly trimmed, and he wore jeans and a blue button-down shirt.
He stepped forward and extended his right hand. “Hi, Ms. Daly. The name’s George. Thanks for meeting me. I must admit, I wasn’t quite sure you’d come.”
Jessica gave him her thousand-watt smile. “And miss out on a great scoop like this, George? Never. Thanks for contacting me, and please call me Jessica.”
The man blushed. “Okay, Jessica it is. Come on inside. I have all the evidence you need to nail this bastard who’s killing all those women.”
Hesitating in the doorway, she surveyed the interior of the building.
It appeared this had been a reception area of sorts but had more recently been used by kids having parties.
There were empty beer cans and liquor bottles all over the place, and a couch had been brought in at some point for them to sit on.
The stained and ripped fabric had her immediately deciding she wouldn’t be using it at all.
The walls were covered with graffiti and holes that looked like they’d been made by a combination of fists, bullets, and who knew what else.
George gestured to the other side of the large room. “Here, I brought a folding table, two chairs, and a camping lantern for us.” After turning on the latter, which lit up the room, he switched off the flashlight and set it down on the table.
“Why are we meeting here? I mean, it is a bit out of the way. Why contact me instead of the police?” While she wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, she was still curious. And that curiosity was what made her good at her job.
When she stepped over to the table and placed both bags on it, George shrugged, and his expression was one of embarrassment.
“Well, truthfully, I didn’t want to be known as the person who turned my brother in to the police.
My family is quite close, and they stick together, even if it’s the wrong thing to do.
They’d ostracize me if they found out I was the one who gave him up. ”
“Your brother is killing these women?” Holy shit, this was going to be an incredible story!
Her mind flittered with how she would spin things in her newscast as she absentmindedly began to pull her pen, pad, and camera out of her bag.
“Wow. That must be awful for you. How did you find out it was your brother?”
George didn’t immediately answer her, and Jessica glanced up at him.
Excruciating pain shot through her face as his fist made contact with her cheek, dropping her to the floor.
Multi-colored lights flashed before her eyes, and bile burned her throat as she came close to vomiting from the shock.
Her head spun, and he was on her before she had a chance to recover.
She was vaguely aware of him tying her wrists together.
Terror and agony coursed through her body, and she suddenly needed to urinate.
Shivering, she tried to clear her mind and focus on what was happening.
Oh, God! What have you gotten yourself into? Scream! Do something!
But when she opened her mouth, a rag was shoved into it.
He brought his face within inches of hers and snarled, “You think I’m a savage?
A sadist? A fucking barbarian? Bitch, you have no fucking clue who you’re dealing with.
But you will—trust me, before you die, you’ll know exactly who you’re dealing with! ”