Chapter 34
Koen
Iurge Greer to her knees, hating the way her mouth pulls away from mine. I’m breathless, senseless in the wake of the force that is her coming in here and putting her foot down in a show of support for me and my trauma that I refuse to work on, let alone speak to life.
“Koen,” she whines, looking up at me through heady eyes filled with everything I need to know.
My girl loves me, and it’s killing me slowly.
She thinks I’m the threat to her; little does she know, she’s the fucking threat.
She’s the cruel joke in my life.
She’s the justice that’s come for me after years of living my life carefree and under the radar.
Now, I owe it to the universe to right the wrongs Helms has done, with me as his weapon.
When Greer opens my pants and slides down my zipper, I’m wondering if she’s my penance; the thing I must endure to get back into fate’s good graces.
Her lips wrap around my cock, pulling it into her mouth in one deep drawl that has my hands fisting in her hair, my body rocking on my feet with an unsteady yield in her direction.
“That’s my good girl. Deeper,” I coax, and she moans around me, vibrating my length, which only feeds my delusional soul and turns it a darker shade of black.
The deeper she takes me, the more she fucks me with her expert mouth, the more convinced I grow that she’s not my penance, but she’s my reward.
She has to be.
Nothing as sweet as her could be bad.
Curling my hands tighter in her hair, I lift her to her feet.
The precum leaking from my cock argues with me that it was the wrong move, but I ignore my body’s needs to look at her.
She opens her glassy, gray eyes and takes me in, her pupils blown wide. Her hands wrap around my wrists, paling in comparison. Spit runs down her chin, glistening as proof of a job well done.
Leaning forward, I lick up every drop.
She mewls, her eyes rolling back before her lids droop closed again.
“You’re my perfect, pretty poison.”
“Yes,” she breathes, not arguing for once that she’s not poisonous.
My, how the tables have turned.
My left hand slides out of her hair and down her pants, finding her sopping wet for me before plunging into her depths to hear her scream for me.
I’m desperate for it.
I need it.
“Oh fuck!” she cries, and I’m animated in the way I snarl, my lips curling back before taking hers in a damning kiss.
She opens without any prodding, kissing me back with a ferocity that, if we’re not careful, could start a fire.
Our tongues collide, our teeth clash, and her pussy flutters around my fingers before I remove them and step back, breathing heavier now that I’ve had a hefty dose of her.
“Take off your clothes. I want you on all fours. Now!”
She doesn’t hesitate to listen, stripping before dropping onto all fours, her ass toward me as if my greedy little fiend wants to coax me inside of her depths more than she wants to face me.
I hiss, dropping behind her and running my hands over each side of her bruised ass before slapping the wounds.
She moans, wiggling against the pain. “Koen!”
“I know, pretty poison, but you look too good with my marks not to give them any attention.”
I don’t waste time once I’m notched at her entrance. One thrust forward takes me home, and then we’re both swimming in the euphoria we can only reach together, while connected.
My hands wrap around her hips, hanging on as she moves with me, riding out her pleasure as I’m but a bystander, mouth dropped open in awe of how she grips me, how I disappear inside her flawless center.
My right hand slides over her back into her hair, gripping tight and snapping her head back toward me.
“You’re too perfect,” I grit out, impending release threatening to cut off all communication I attempt. “Too goddamned perfect.”
“Koen!” she screams, coming and convulsing around me.
My eyes cross, my toes curling against the rubber floor mats as I thrust forward and empty inside her.
“Greer!” I squelch, out of control of my reaction to her and ready to admit it, if only inwardly.
An hour later, we’re showered and sitting around the table with Chase, he’s looking between the two of us as if there’s some unspoken joke fluttering about, and I’m about to slap him when my phone rings.
Pulling it out from my pocket, I smack the table to silence their banter.
“Yeah?” I answer.
The voice on the other end is Agent Lasko’s. “We’re a go from Director Raymond.”
“Any notes from our fearless leader?” I ask, wondering if there’s anything Raymond said pertinent to the rabbit hole we’re about to fall into and get lost inside of.
“No. Nothing more than do what’s necessary to bring his daughter home.”
“Of course. Talk soon. Oh, and Lasko?”
“Yeah?”
“Burn the phone.”
The call cuts off with a click.
“We’re on?” Chase asks, dropping his piece of frozen pizza onto his plate after taking a bite.
“We are.”
We spend the next two hours letting Greer in on what’s been going on in my investigation into Director Helms and how hairy things are about to get with this retrieval of Raymond’s daughter.
“We have to do everything we can to get her back,” Greer says, as if it’s why I’m doing this. As if I’m a bleeding heart, out for justice.
“We will,” Chase says, eyeing me as if to silence me from putting my foot into my mouth, which I’m good at in moments like these.
I open my mouth to speak, and a knock at the door has Greer standing so fast from the table, I can’t fathom what’s happening.
In a flash, she’s up from her chair, the chair knocked backward, and she’s behind me, calling Bear to heel beside her as he snarls toward the door.
Chase grins. “At least she knows where to stand when danger’s afoot.”
I roll my eyes.
“Are we expecting someone?” Greer breathes, her voice shaky.
“We are,” I reply, liking more than I should that she’s included herself in this particular mission.
Not smart, but Helms has her in his sights, so there isn’t much I can do about her involvement now.
Standing, I give her a steadying kiss on the lips, hovering as I recall how she felt hours ago wrapped around me.
Chase clears his throat, as if we’ve forgotten his presence.
Greer smiles against my lips.
“You’re safe, pretty poison,” I whisper.
I stride to the door and fling it open, shaking hands with Brian before stepping aside to allow him to enter.
I should’ve warned Greer about this particular run-in, but I know that in the end, she’ll come around.
She always does.
“Oh hell no!” she squeals, stepping into the living room and crossing her arms. “Wait…”
Her eyes flick between Brian and me. “You fucking know him?”
I lick my lips, taunting her. “I do.”
Brian grins. “What, worried I can’t be professional because I have pictures of your ass?”
I slap him on the back of the head. “What Detective Fortescue meant was he’s sorry for how well he played his part in all of this, right?”
“Sure. Whatever you say.” Brian crosses his arms, mirroring Greer’s stance as she narrows her eyes.
“You told me I was crazy. That my stalker didn’t exist. That I was making it all up!”
Chase snorts, rolling into the room behind Greer with a shit-eating grin on his face.
He loves drama, so I know he’s eating up the one I’ve created here.
“Well, I knew your stalker existed, and I was working for him. What was I supposed to do? Bite the hand that feeds me to save some pretty girl?”
She bares her teeth like she’s about to square off with him, before I put an arm across Brian’s chest and push him backward.
“None of this is helping. Brian is an undercover government ops in the department to ensure I stay off their radar. I might’ve also had him put on your detail to give me a safe way into your house the night he was sitting on it with Shaw.”
“You mean the night you held me at gunpoint?” she tosses back.
Chase whistles. “You didn’t tell me that part of the story.”
I toss him a look to tell him to shut up because he’s really not helping my case.
I don’t know why, and I’ve never felt this way before, but I really want to de-escalate Greer’s mood before she goes off. I have a feeling being on the end of her ire isn’t something I ever want to experience.
Chase lifts his hands. “I was just saying. I’ll shut up.”
Greer steps closer, her eyes locked on me and completely ignoring Brian, who is no longer the target of her anger.
“You let me stand in the road, in the cold, with my ass cheeks out for them to photograph.”
I smirk. “I told you to call them off. That’s your fault. You got yourself in that position.”
“Excuse me?”
“Uh oh,” Chase sing-songs, “Mommy and Daddy are fighting.”
Brian snickers, but moves out of slapping range and rounds behind Greer, with an evident amusement on his face as he steps beside Chase and shakes his hand.
The two haven’t seen one another in quite some time, and I was worried about Brian coming here, but I need him in on this.
“You heard me,” I continue, ignoring the two idiots behind her making kissing faces and egging me on.
It’s hard not to feel like it’s another time, and I’m another version of myself with them reunited, but with Greer present, I’m faced with the reality of my situation and the threat looming.
“I know I heard you, but I can’t believe you’d blame me. I was your victim.”
“Hardly.”
This has her fuming, her arms un-crossing, and anger filling her eyes to a level I’ve yet to see.
Before I realize she has it on her, she pulls her gun and trains it on me.
My first instinct is to laugh, but Greer doesn’t break her stance.
Chase clears his throat. “Maybe we need to take a step back here.”
“You stalked me, made me fear for my life for two years, did unspeakable things to me in my sleep, held me at gunpoint, and had your friend here make me believe I was crazy and keep the police off your fucking trail!”
I have a feeling she’s not mad at me, but more mad at everything bearing down on us at once, and this is the way it’s all coming out of her, but I could be wrong.
She could pull that trigger and kill me.
“Pretty poison, listen... We can discuss this at length when things have calmed down, but now’s not the time for…” A shot rings out as she fires, the bullet whizzing past me and piercing the wall beside me as I jump to the right, pulling my own piece from my boot, thinking someone’s found us.
It takes me a moment to realize that Greer is the one who shot at me.
Brian has her weapon kicked away from her, and she is in a chokehold.
Her wild eyes are filled with tears as she hyperventilates.
“Let her go.” I get off the floor.
Bear’s growling from the crate Chase had coaxed him into before Brian lost an ankle.
“She tried to kill you!”
Brian’s logic means nothing to me. The longer he holds her, his touch on something that belongs to me, the more the lines of our friendship blur.
I stand before him now, my gun pressed to the middle of his forehead instead of hers. “Get your fucking hands off her.”
“Let’s take a beat, Brian,” Chase says, wheeling toward the sliding glass doors, and I hear them open.
“You’re going to forget everything we’ve been through over some woman?”
She’s not just some fucking woman!
I want to scream it at him.
Shit, I want to shout it from the fucking rooftop, but I only growl at him. “Go with Chase.”
He sloughs off as he’s commanded, and my eyes and aimed weapon follow him.
The sliding glass door slams behind him, and I won’t be surprised if there’s a crack in it.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. It was an accident, at least, I think it was. I wanted you to listen to me, and you weren’t…” She’s frantically rambling through sobs, and I try hard not to find it so fucking adorable.
I pull her into me, wrapping around her. “I’m proud of you.”
“What?! How can you say that? I nearly just killed you.”
“You didn’t.”
“Koen…” she breathes, when I take her lips by storm.
“No. I deserve more than a warning shot, Greer. I won’t fault you for it. Fuck, I wouldn’t fault you for killing me. It would probably be better for all involved if you did so.”
“Don’t say that,” she whispers, still reeling from everything.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Brian. I would have, with time. We need him on this.”
Her eyes grow calculating momentarily. “Shaw?”
“A fuck wit, but a damn good detective. Hence why I had to get Brian to go with him.”
She grins. “That’s why they didn’t see you come in and out of my room. Brian was a distraction.”
I smirk. “He was.”
“I still hate that he’s seen my ass.”
“So do I. I almost murdered him before I got the photos removed from his phone and the databases.”
“So, no one has them anymore.”
“I wouldn’t say that.” I grin, kissing her forehead.
“Koen!”
“What? I won’t apologize for ogling what belongs to me, pretty poison.”
She sighs, leaning into my hug as I kiss the top of her head.
“I need you to keep that same energy when shit hits the fan soon, because it will hit the fan.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”