Chapter 26 #2
“You’re a natural, baby. Don’t stop,” he groans.
I look up at his face. “You like?”
He laughs and then winces when I put the tip of him in my mouth and suck him like a lollipop.
“Amazing,” he hisses as I start to get into it.
His noises and his hands in my hair both urge me to continue what I’m doing.
He’s stopping himself from using his hand to control me, only applying slight pressure on the back of my head.
He seems to be fighting his natural urge to control and letting me explore and learn while I suck him off.
Next time you can get all alpha male, baby.
For a second I panic, wondering if there will be another time.
Ignoring that disturbing thought, I take as much of him into my mouth as I can.
I only make it about halfway down, sucking as I pull back upward.
“Oh, hell, Mac….”
I do it again and again. His hand takes a firmer hold on my head, mutely encouraging me. He likes this part. I’m still pumping the base of his penis. With my other hand, I touch his balls. They’re tightening up.
“MacKenzie. Stop. I’m gonna come.”
Funny man—he says stop, but his hand is still on my head, holding me steady. I laugh a little. It feels like I’m vibrating onto him.
“Oh, yeah,” he roars as he starts to come. My first instinct is to pull away, but I’ll stay put. In my books, the ladies love to, um, swallow.
He comes for what seems like an hour. When he lets go of my head, I pull away from him until he’s all the way out. He chuckles weakly at my face. “Don’t like the taste, babe?”
I grab a tissue from my bedside table and wipe my mouth and spit into it. “It was okay, but I admit I would much rather have Mama Mabel’s mac and cheese.” I shrug and smile. “I was really good at that, wasn’t I?” I gave him another smile—this one was cockily proud.
I honestly haven’t had enough sexual experience to consider myself good at it, but I like the thought of being a sexy, confident woman. It’s just a thought though; I’m not really sexy or confident. I smile again, because I do kinda feel sexy and confident.
Sam chuckles and lightly runs his finger down my face.
“It was unbelievable.” He grins and his eyes twinkle.
He leans down and kisses me lightly. He nibbles on my earlobe and whispers into my ear, “You were very naughty. You’re my naughty little angel.
” He bites my earlobe. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart? ”
I shiver for a second, but I roll my eyes, ignoring the hot rush his dirty words give me. He kissed my cheek again and something dawns on me. “Oh shoot, I forgot to tell the police about the graffiti.”
“What graffiti?” Sam frowns at me.
Crap, I never told him about the graffiti, either. I look away. “Well, um, er, the other day…. Well, someone spray-painted something on my house.”
“Really?” His eyes narrow slightly. “What was it?” His voice is deep and ominous, giving me a little shiver.
“Oh, nothing major.” I wave my hand a bit, but look away from him again.
“MacKenzie. Spit it out.”
“That’s what she said. Tee hee?” The joke falls flat as I look into his eyes. I clear my throat a little and take a deep breath. “It was just one word: slut.”
“Someone spray-painted the word slut on your house?”
“Yeah.”
I can tell by his flexing jaw that he’s trying to remain calm. “Okay. I want you to tell my detective buddy with the Chicago PD about this, okay? And after you talk to him, I’ve got questions for you, too.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket.
“Sure. Of course I’ll talk to him, but let me get dressed first. I can’t talk to him while I’m naked—that would feel weird.” I grab my discarded panties, some leggings, and a T-shirt. I slip them on as Sam waits impatiently.
When I’m dressed, I smile at him. Sam hits a button on his phone and waits. “Hank? It’s Sam Stone. Got a minute?” He’s all business as he describes what has happened here with the graffiti and the break-in this week. “Okay. Yeah, hang on.”
He hands me the phone. “This is Detective Hank Flynn. Kent’s partner.”
“Um, hello, Detective?”
“Yes, Ms. Parker. Why don’t you tell me what’s been going on?”
“Well, I forgot to tell the officers today about the graffiti.” I tell him about the spray-painted word on my wall.
He asks me a few questions—the who, the what, the when and the where.
The conversation was just like being on a cop show.
I remembered at the last minute to tell him I took a picture of it.
“Can you forward that to me?”
“Sure. I’ll do it as soon as I hang up.”
“Thanks, Ms. Parker. I’ll be in touch.”
I hand Sam back his phone. He’s staring at me and I’m pretty sure he’s angry. “What?”
“Nothing,” he shakes his head. “There are too many coincidences. There is no way that these two events are unrelated. The police are concerned…”
Holding my hand up, I say, “Sam. The graffiti was just some neighborhood kids.” I shrug. “Nothing to worry about.” I move toward the stairs that lead out. “Heck, the neighborhood clean-up team already took care of it which proves it’s happening all over.
Sam places one hand on his hip and runs the other one through his hair. “No, it….” He sighs. “And the knife?”
“Just someone with a sick sense of humor.” I turn and look at him pointedly. “Thanks for stopping over. I’ve got to get some work done.”
“You’re kicking me out?” He follows me and pulls me into his arms.
“Well, I thought you said you had a busy day. Besides, Lauren…. Hey. Where’s Lauren? She was supposed to be here a long time ago.”
“I saw her car pull up earlier. I sent her home––told her to give us a couple of hours for the police to leave.” Sam looks at his watch. “She should be back soon.”
“How did you know who she was? I’ve never introduced you.”
He points to several framed photos on my shelf. “She’s the woman in your pictures.”
“Oh… right.” He’s pretty observant—that’s probably good, since he’s in the security business. “Why did you ask her to leave? She could have come in while they were here.”
“This place is tiny—there was hardly enough room for the cops and the two of us.” He turns to leave but stops, like he’s remembered something. “Oh, and there’ll be more people here soon.”
“People? What people?”
“My people.”
“You have people?” Again, the joke falls flat. “Why are your people coming here?”
“I’ll tell you later. Nothing to worry about.” He grins, leans down and kisses the tip of my nose. “I’m going, but I’ll be back in an hour. My girl is starving. I’m bringing her some food.” He smirks as he starts to take the steps out the door.
“What do you mean? You’re coming back?” I’m whining. I know it sounds like I don’t want him here but honestly, I’m not sure if I do or if I don’t. I guess I’m going to need to let it play out.
Smiling, he says, “Is Lauren there yet? If not, give her a call. I don’t want you to be alone.”
“Bossy. You’re really bossy,” I grumble.
Chuckling, he and his gorgeous ass walk out the door.