Chapter 15
TRIG
“This better be fucking good,” I snapped when I answered Colt’s call. I’d grabbed my cell from the bedside table after the first ring and climbed from the bed. I peeked over my shoulder as I shut the door behind me so Ellie didn’t wake.
She was on her stomach, her face turned toward me.
Her dark hair was wild over her pillow. The thick blanket didn’t cover her bare shoulders.
She was naked beneath. Bare and the only thing she had on her was my cum.
Still coating her skin from the day before and now either deep inside her or sticky on her thighs.
I’d made her mine. Took that sweet cherry.
Molded her perfect pussy to my dick. I’d have done it all night long, but she was sure to be sore after the two times.
I’d tend to her this morning when she woke up.
First, with my mouth licking and kissing that tender, swollen flesh, then with a bath.
I’d fuck her lush tits and teach her how to get some of my dick into her throat. All before lunch if I had my way.
If she wasn’t pregnant already, I’d make sure of it before the roads were cleared. Tie her to me, give her the family she wanted and lock her to me forever.
But Colt was fucking with my plans.
“It’s nine-thirty,” Colt replied.
“So?”
“So I’m surprised Lainey hasn’t called you already.”
“Why would she call me?”
“Call her and find out,” he countered. “Want to know why I’m calling?”
“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth.
“I got the license plate number off Ellie’s car. It also wasn’t locked. No purse. No cell. Gas tank was empty. Pulled the registration from the glove box. Car’s registered to Nora Flores. Tag agrees.”
Nora Flores. “Never heard of her,” I said, scratching the back of my neck.
I was naked in my hall, my dick hard.
“The car was reported stolen yesterday morning.”
Ellie stole a car? “What?”
“Nora Flores works as a housekeeper at the Rocking M Ranch.”
I frowned. “The Mann place? Fuck, that guy’s an asshole,” I said, rubbing a hand over my face.
“Yeah. Mann himself called it in, even though it’s not his car. Said it was taken from his property.”
“Why would Ellie steal a car from Lance Mann? Is Ellie’s real name Nora?”
“No. DMV has Nora’s height at five-ten and weighs one-ninety. She’s also fifty-nine.”
“That’s not Ellie,” I muttered. What the hell was going on?
“Yeah, well, neither is your girl. There’s no DMV record of an Ellie Raintree.”
“She’s from Seattle,” I reminded. “Probably has a Washington State license.”
“Yeah? Then where is it? Like I said, no purse in the car. No cell, either. I don’t know of a single woman who doesn’t leave the house without either.”
She definitely didn’t have them on her when we’d found her in the snow.
“Ellie’s probably short for something. Ellen or Elaine or Elizabeth.”
“Maybe. She’s not in my bed. She’s in yours. Ask her.”
“Colt,” I warned.
“Don’t make me say I told you so. ”