15. Calvary
Calvary
Zephyr
Z eke and I split up, each covering half of the two-story townhome.
Rifling through Ms. Ransom's mail revealed she’s a licensed nurse. A printout of her work schedule stuck to her fridge lets me know she works nights. That explains the nightly run. It’s her morning compared to the rest of us.
No pets, thank God. A few pictures in the living room show three smiling female faces and one older woman. Ms. Ransom has two sisters, and the absence of any pictures of a male parent becomes glaringly obvious the more I snoop around.
A black chrome house phone catches my eye, and I stride over, clicking play for her voice messages.
“Hey, Jess. We were supposed to meet up for brunch this morning. Your cell says the voicemail box is full, so hopefully, you’re home and just overslept. Call me back before I send out a search party,” a feminine voice says over the speaker before a robotic one asks if I want to hear the next one.
Nope. We need to get this done and get it done fast before the friend shows up or, worse, the cops.
I don’t want prison to be the place where I let my darkness out to play.
They’d never let me see the outside of a jail cell or a padded room.
No, thank you. I’ll take “a psychopath in the U.S.” over Silence of the lambs.
I drag a coffee table over, uncaring of the noise it makes, legs scraping along the floor.
After hopping on it, I pull off the bag slung over my shoulders.
Time to set up the cameras. Reaching into the bag, I fumble around until my hands wrap around one of the wireless cameras.
I grab the mounting tape a moment later, dropping the bag to my feet on top of the coffee table.
Zade, you so fucking owe me for this , I bitch in my head, ignoring the pang of jealousy stabbing into me at the thought of him fucking Riah ten ways to Sunday.
He’s a lucky son of a bitch and after watching the way she clung to him, it occurred to me I probably didn’t stand a chance at swaying her affection.
I could never give her what she needs, emotionally. Sexually? All damn day long.
“I’m done up here!” Zeke calls over the railing of the second floor. I scowl up at him. I did reconnaissance. Who knows what the fuck he did up there but I doubt he could tell me a damn thing about Ms. Ransom.
A car door slams, and my head snaps toward the window to my left. Oh fuck. Looks like the cavalry came. I shoot Zeke a mildly panicked look, jumping off the table and remembering to grab the backpack in my haste. I can’t do a damn thing about any other evidence we’ve left behind.
I rush out of the living room, beelining for my cousin. He races down the stairs, not bothering to disguise his heavy damn footsteps.
Together, we race past the stairs toward the hallway leading to the back door. We yank it open at the same time the sound of a doorknob turning carries toward us.
I sure hope Zeke did a better job than me at setting up the fucking cameras. Because things are about to get hairy.
Soriah
Zade wastes no time crawling down my body, shoving my legs wider apart and diving in.
“Oh, God!” I call out, trembling from his immediate and devoted attention to my clit. His tongue circles it the same way he learned how with his fingers, and I arch up, silently begging for more.
This—Oh, my God! I’ve had oral before, but somehow, this is different. It’s more. I’ve no words for it, uncaring of the sounds that leave my mouth.
“Zade!” I scream. His head jerks up, eyes spearing me, and incoherent sounds escape my lips. His eyes darken like I’d demanded what I needed. The handle slips back in easily, aided by my slick and warmed from my pussy. I moan unintelligibly and Zade resumes tormenting my clit.
He is breaking me. Pleasure races toward me from all directions.
It’s like sensory overload or an out-of-body experience.
The hard, sharp thrusts of the knife combined with the soft brush of his tongue sets me aflame, an ember away from combustion.
He’s long since stopped trying to pin down my hips.
I lift them greedily, and my thighs close around his head, pressing his face firmly into my pussy.
It’s too much and yet not enough. Like he’s read my mind, a hand glides up my belly to cup one of my breasts. He never stops thrusting or teasing my clit but the added stimulation to my aching nipples sends me tumbling over the abyss and straight into ecstasy.
I rupture, a scream lodged in my throat, mouth gaping open.
My back’s half-arched off the bed as every muscle within me tightens.
My walls grip the handle like it wants to suction it into my being.
Tremors assault my limbs, and I’m whimpering, slowly descending back to earth and letting my tense body relax.
Holy hell. I’ve never come that hard in my life! The whitewashed ceiling stares down at me, and I give it a drowsy smile. No wonder Zade wanted to do this before setting to work. I don’t think I can move from this spot, least of all get up and distract him at his desk a few feet away.
Maybe I say that aloud because his shoulders shake beneath my thighs, breath kissing my pussy.
He’s laughing at me, and I must’ve moved my legs up at some point to rest across his back.
His shoulders move my thighs up and down as he quietly chuckles.
I resist a smile tugging at my lips. I feel warm and sated.
Most of all, I feel safe. Shaking my head, I let the smile bloom, aiming it down at him.
I really do love him, and I’m starting to suspect it’s not just strictly familial affection.
Yes, he just ate my damn soul out of my body but lust is one thing.
This feeling unfurling in my chest, building on the root that’s already there from our shared childhood, is different.
It’s new. And I’m truly terrified he’ll hurt me worse than any stalker.
I trust him with my life. Trusting him with my heart is another thing entirely.
Zade
Something shifted in Siri’s eyes. But before I can lift my hands to sign or think up a question, pounding from downstairs reaches my ears.
I jump off of Siri and rush to my desktop, clicking around until I can see the feed from the ring camera.
Zeke and Zy glance around anxiously, pacing in place in front of the door. That doesn’t bode well.
I turn back to Siri, and she’s already pulling her shorts and panties on, eyebrows raised in an unspoken question.
Zeke and Zephyr are back. I think something happened. You okay to follow or ? —
“I’m coming with you.” She sets her shoulders back, a determined glint entering her eyes. “I can’t have a breakdown every time this guy does something. I’ll pay attention to what’s being said this time,” she promises.
In case they found a body, I don’t want her to hear about it from them in a panicked rush, but I’m also loath to leave her upstairs alone.
Only a few feet separate my room from hers, and theoretically, someone could jump from her balcony to mine.
I walk over, pulling on her hands to help her to her feet.
She gives me a soft smile, a tender expression on her face.
It’s different, and I want to puzzle out what it means, but another round of pounding breaks the quiet.
Why did I hesitate to kill my brother, again?
Perhaps sensing my thoughts, she gives a gentle squeeze to one of my biceps before sliding past me. Her ass in the gray cotton shorts she’s wearing lure my eyes downward.
“Ahem!” She clears her throat dramatically, cocking a brow but her lips twitch with a grin. Caught red-handed. But my cock still presses insistently against my pants so can she blame me?
She shakes her head like she finds me impossible before strutting out of the bedroom door. I only hesitate a moment before following behind her.
I am so whipped.