Chapter Five
Alex
Two days and nine hours. That’s all the time I have left to find the bastard. Losing is just not my thing, so I’ll have to think a lot more creatively than I am right now.
My desk is strewn with maps; on a board pinned to the wall is all the intel I’ve garnered.
I’ve looked in every obscure location there was: deep in the mountains, residential areas if he chose to hide in plain sight, hotels, and hospitals, because he’s a crazy motherfucker, and I won’t put it above him to break his own fucking arm just so he could lie in a hospital bed while I search the whole damn planet earth to get him.
One thing I know for sure. He’s in the States. He was spotted coming off an aircraft onto American soil, and I know, for a fact, he hasn’t left yet.
East Coast, to be precise. He hates the sun. Loves the cold. Just like his heart.
“Where are you, you sneaky motherfucker?”
I roll my shoulders, then flex my hands so the muscles in my forearms puff up, straining against my tattoos. My gaze strays to the countdown timer on my laptop. Two days, eight hours, and fifty-three minutes.
My instinct tells me he's in the mountains. He has to be up in the mountains, but despite scanning miles and miles of rocky terrain, valleys, basins, and every crevice possible, drones and satellites come up empty.
But I won’t lose, so I start again. I check drone footage twice more; I pore over more maps and satellite images. I even check for the purchase of an ungodly amount of chocolate-coated candy.
I may be six-three and all muscle, but the bastard I’m looking for is six-four, closer to six-five, and has the cantankerous fortitude of a four-year-old with a sweet tooth denied another bag of sweets.
With access at my fingertips to all kinds of data, I scan stolen credit cards and narrow down their purchases. Nothing. I then check newly issued credit cards. If he goes that route, the name on the card would have something in it like dick, prick, or cum, as a fuck you to me.
I run my hands through my hair in frustration and clench my jaw, but then another idea comes to me. Sex sites. I know for a fact the last time he was balls-deep in a juicy cunt was over six months ago.
He’s not stupid enough to come out of hiding for a quick fuck, and he certainly won’t let the poor, unlucky woman come to him; it’s too risky. He trusts no one, but I check the sites anyway.
Sexying. Nympho Babes. Nympho Darlings. Nympho Mamas. Excuse me, Sir, Your Dick is in my Pussy , Bang Bang Delights. Sneaky Links, 20th Century Holes , yeah, there’s an adult site called 20th Century Holes .
He might not risk rushing out for a quick fuck, but even his right hand is going to need a little extra help, and there’s only so much porn can do.
He might get horny enough and decide to go the digital sex way.
Whatever computer setup he’s got, it’s high-tech and untraceable, or his Wi-Fi would have pinged while I scanned the mountains.
But he might be complacent and think his fucking sex life is the last thing I’ll be thinking about, so he won’t be so cautious if he makes a digital connection and has some hot chick talk his dick off.
If he’s going to be connecting to these sites and looking for someone to talk to, I need to be one step ahead of him.
I look to see if any girls might match his type. I’ve known him long enough that I know this answer. It’s a long shot, but at this point, anything is possible, and I’ll try everything.
I comb through the major reputable sites, scrutinizing the image of each of the women on there. I’ve gone through hundreds of faces that I rule out immediately. I’m on the second last site when I stop.
My heart hammers in my chest, and I feel an aggressive pound in my dick that vibrates through to my temples. Jesus, did I just get hard at the sight of her?
Summerbabe69?
Skin so perfectly flawless, she radiates. Eyes, dark and fringed with thick, silky lashes, so fucking stunning I lose my breath. Her mouth, full and lush, gloriously potent, with that little bow thing on the top of her lip, makes her the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen in my life.
It’s clear she’s wearing a wig, and her makeup camouflages her features as a safety precaution given the industry, she’s in, but I see beneath it all, and there’s no denying she’s incredibly god-tier beautiful. Fucking gorgeous. All of her.
Don’t get me started on her body. Jesus, fuck. The pink, skimpy nightdress thing she’s wearing is unapologetically see-through. I lean in, and my mouth waters. Her nipples, like two little gems, stare back at me, and all I want to do is suck on them until I pass out.
The dusky part of her areolas makes my fingers itch to trace the soft expanse until I get to the center, where I’ll tweak and roll their hardness between my fingers while I watch to see if her clit pulses the harder, I press.
My cock is fighting for its life in my pants, so much so that I feel the ridges of my zipper graze my skin through my boxer briefs. I want to fuck her. Right now. Make her scream as she begs me to stop and not to stop all in the same breath.
What the fucking hell? I force myself to focus and strategically ignore the need to own her, stamp my ownership on her, and get down to the business at hand.
If the man I’m hunting is going to be perusing sex sites for a little digital company, that girl right there? She’s the one he would choose. I say this without a shadow of a doubt.
Her profile indicates she’s only available to chat.
No physical contact. She has hundreds and hundreds of comments under her profile, telling her what a beauty she is and how they would move the world to talk to her.
I browse through each name. Getmesome1122.
AlwaysAGentleman. Dotcock100. Sixinchestoparadise.
Six inches; I laugh. The list goes on and on.
I go through more names. HelloPussy. Cumshot1000. DaddyDolls. Hammermaster. TheGreatDipper.
The Great Fucking Dipper.
I can’t help the chuckle that rises inside me. TheGreatDipper is so fucking unoriginal, but it’s him. I’m right. It’s Kai Davidson; the man I’m hunting has just left a comment for SummerBabe69.
“Talk to me.” That’s all the arrogant bastard says.
Within ten minutes, I know everything there is to know about SummerBabe69. Her real name. What she does for a living. Her family.
And where she lives.