Chapter 13
My phone rang before even fucking sunrise, and that shrill, insistent tone was still ringing in my aching head. I had ignored it, if nothing, just to piss off Hale more. He could wait until I showered this hangover away.
“Ow. Son of a bitch.”
In retrospect, maybe breaking my body in the gym wasn’t the wisest idea.
Especially considering that now I needed to get my ass up and go to the old nine-to-five.
My body was doing more than protest. And the hot water was doing nothing to soothe the irritation coiling in my muscles at the volume in the room next door—Xanthy’s room.
“Oh fuck, Shiloh! Yes, Baby, right there. Don’t stop.”
“So much for sleeping in you fucking bunny rabbits,” I grumbled to myself, the heat of the water sprayed down on my head.
Shiloh could play house with his girlfriend all he wanted today, because I had my work to do. If the number of ignored calls were anything to base the severity of the case on, it would be a big one.
“Mmm. That’s right, Baby. Take my fucking cock before I strangle it inside your tight fucking ass.”
Their stupid moans and wall banging were as annoying as the throbbing in my temples.
Why the fuck had I pounded that whole fucking bottle of vodka?
I didn’t even like alcohol. It made people stupid and was like a truth bomb of word vomit.
I didn’t want the weakness that was taking over my damn body right now.
“Who controls this fucking cunt, Xanthy? Tell me. Tell me you’re mine.”
Gag.
I noticed a pain in my mouth and was interested to see blood dripping from it onto my hands. I needed to watch how hard I clenched my jaw. The inside of my cheeks was paying the price.
Narrowing my eyes, I got a wicked idea that may just shut them the fuck up. I leaned forward, sticking my head in the corner of the shower, the opposite side of Xanthy’s wall. I inhaled deeply and let out the loudest and most fake moan I could muster.
It was followed shortly after by my laughter, as the groans stopped instantly amid their frantic whispered curses. Just because I was a total asshole and wanted to sell it well, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my phone.
These were waterproof, right?
Scrolling past the forty notifications of missed calls, I typed in a known porn site and clicked on a random, heavy moaning video, cranking that shit up to the loudest volume available.
The shower acted as a funnel, and the sounds ricocheted around me.
Nothing was like that beautiful, strangled whimper from Shiloh.
These idiots didn’t do a thing to my dick, not even a twitch.
I chucked my phone on the soap dispenser, keeping it loud, while I finished washing my body, and got to work with the shampoo. Shiloh liked the one I used yesterday, based on his not-so-discreet sniffing around my hair.
I needed to switch it up to keep him wondering if his mind was creating shit that wasn’t real. The only thing he knew for certain was that no matter how hard he punished my throat, I could take him in kind. I devoured every fucking brutal thrust, and that surprised the fuck out of us both.
The thoughts of the night wrapped around me, like the steam fogging the mirrors by the sink.
My blurry reflection had a hand wrapped around my cock, the length thick and fucking demanding.
Not from the porn still playing, but for him.
I intended to turn off the video, but a notification popped up on my screen, and my smile rose.
I had linked my phone to the security cameras at my family’s house. When I was here, I needed to keep tabs on the shit these idiots did, especially my fucking father.
Right now, the hallway cameras flashed with movement, and I pulled up the feed. Shiloh was standing by the bathroom door. His body seemed stuck in a space of hesitation about moving forward. But he wasn’t just hesitating.
He’s listening. You want to hear me moan, Sunshine? I mused to myself. Then fucking work for it.
I didn’t turn the shower off when I finished rinsing. Instead, I left it on and the phone. I didn’t bother putting on a towel as I walked the short distance to the bathroom door. I simply opened the door and watched him fall forward into my body.
It was hard to refrain from laughing. It took him a minute for his mind to catch up to the change in environment. My skin prickled with goosebumps from the chilled air hitting my wet skin and from him being pressed against my body.
“Careful, Sunshine. Your silence screams subtitles,” I said, Shiloh finally ripping away with a growl.
I didn’t miss the fact that he glanced at my body.
His dark gaze lingered a second too long on my cock piercing, and I made no attempts to hide how hard I was for him.
My dick danced, and the metal balls glinted in the light.
I wanted him to see. Let him assume what he wanted.
Let his mind spin with the possibilities.
Was it him fucking Xanthy? Was it the porn still blasting from the phone’s speakers? Or was it something in my mind?
“You fucking asshole. You know you jacking off in the bathroom was so loud it woke us up, right?” he groused, getting further away from me, leaning against the wall across from the bathroom.
“Hmm. Funny, I wouldn’t have considered the noises in there, lullaby material.”
“What the fuck do you mean? Were you listening to us? Really, Carrington? Are you that deprived? You have to spy on your own sister?”
I smiled and walked closer to him, my body locking him against the wall, caged in by my dripping arms. “Take my fucking cock before I strangle it inside your tight fucking ass.”
His deep ocean blue eyes widened, framed by those thick ass black eyelashes. This close, I was breathing in his gasp, consuming him and owning him.
“Wh-What?”
I locked my gaze with his, letting the intensity of my desire make him fucking shiver. His cock thickened, hitting me in my upper thigh. “Your words, Sunshine. Tell me, is my sister really that much into anal play, or were you daydreaming about this?”
I stroked my dick in front of him, letting out a real moan.
For a second, he froze again, his eyes bouncing from the piercings to the beaded pre-come at the tip.
He licked his bottom lip like he wanted to taste it, and I just about made him, but then he shoved at my chest, and I stepped back, twirling away with a chuckle.
“What does it matter to you anyway what I do alone in a room with my dick?”
He stiffened. “It doesn’t, asshole. Just…fuck you. Enjoy your work today. I am sure it’ll prove to be eventful.”
I cocked a brow at that. Something about the way the smile in his voice said those words caught my attention, but he was already walking back to my fucking sister before I could focus on his toying tone, and my damn phone rang again.
With a sigh, I walked back to the bathroom and picked up my cell, punching the answer key and clicking the speaker button. The sex sounds were still playing, and I didn’t bother shutting them off. I liked that they seemed to bother Shiloh.
I answered without enthusiasm. “Yeah.”
“Carrington. There you are, you fucking degenerate.” Hale’s voice was clipped and gruff.
Good old lumberjack detective that he was. He didn’t like being ignored like a side whore. I made a mental note to do it more often.
“We’ve got a cleanup for you, asshole. Woods. On Gemstone trail, close to your moneybag parent’s place. Because your daddy has my entire department in his back pocket, chief wants this discreet and fast—”
He stopped and huffed. “Are you listening to fucking porn? You know what, don’t answer that. Just get your ass to the damn coordinates, Harding. Now.”
Click.
No loving goodbye? How rude.
I got dressed in the usual garb and screenshotted the text of the location details. I felt naked as fuck without my knife, and reminded myself to rip it from Shiloh’s hands when I was done with work.
My work bag was still packed from the other day, and I slung it over my shoulder and left the mansion, looking for my truck in the slew of flashy, stupid cars owned by my family. This was my routine. It was clean and professional. Really, it was muscle memory, more than anything else.
By the time I hit the narrow road leading to the wooded area that was uncomfortably close to my ‘rents’ castle, the mist hung low, clinging to the trees like unsettled ghosts. My truck bounced over the gravel and roots, while the suspension bitched and knocked my ass around in the process.
This was the calm I needed after the chaos I usually craved. My skin prickled with the heated anger that some fucking hunter was near my grounds.
Nonchalantly leaving bodies, no less.
Detective Hale was hovering over the crime scene photographer.
I could see the bloated motherfucker as I arrived at the yellow-taped area.
He always had to tag along like a massive shadow, complete with bad breath, shit timing, and a worse attitude.
One of his hands was gripped around a dessert, and the other was fiddling with his badge, like he owned the morning air.
“Nice of you to show up, Harding,” he said as I walked up to the scene. His smirk was fat and annoying, like him. “With your Daddy’s corrupt hands in this, I knew I needed to keep my fucking eye on you.”
I whistled through my teeth, making sure the noise was extra agitating. “I’m just here to make everything spick and span, Hale. That’s my job, not my ‘Daddy’s.’ You just gonna stand there pounding those donuts like I did your mom last night?”
He choked on the sugary confection, and I smiled.
“Someone has to make sure you don’t fuck up something, Harding. I happen to be that unlucky someone. You know, quality control.”
I rolled my eyes.
Quality control.
The man would sniff a corpse and write a review if you let him. So quality control meant he didn’t want me to mess up, and my father fired his ass.