Chapter Twenty-One #4
“Mica— Micah!” I squealed, eyes rolling up in my head when all nine inches of him kicked down the door and barged through my entrance. “You don’t have to fuck it out of me, I’m giving it up for free!”
“A man has to be sure.”
I was laughing my head off until Micah slammed his cock home, making me gasp that laugh right back down.
“Favorite color?”
“Micah!”
Micah set a punishing pace, drilling against the porcelain like he was trying to make me come out the other side.
“Resisting already?” he tsked, and then if possible, pumped even harder. “Give it up, Kim, or you won’t walk right for a week.”
My moans were screams. One foot scrabbled for purchase, the other hung over the tub—kicking and jerking with each soul-wracking, pleasure-filled surge that ransacked my body with every strike of that secret spot.
“P-purple! Yes, yes, fuck yes! It’s purple!”
He grunted. The hard line of his muscled shoulders and arms rippled. The tigers danced with my tits as he launched on and off the tub like a springboard. “Next. Who’s better in bed? Me, Rhodes, or Alex?”
“What the—!” I might’ve whacked his arm if my eyes weren’t too crossed for me to see. “I’m not answering that!”
“I see.” He managed to sound mournful even as he plowed my pussy like a land hoe. “Then you’ve chosen war.”
“Micah,” I laugh-screamed. “Don’t—”
“Now, I’ll have to break you.”
Micah latched on to my nipple, trying to suck the happy slut clean off while bouncing me off his lap.
If he was trying to get me to talk, he was going entirely the wrong way about it. I couldn’t summon anything to my lips other than grunts, moans, and screams.
My body came alive under his power. Both secure and captive in his arms, every cell exploded with white-hot heat and contracted my walls around his thick, bulging cock.
The man was so big he was stretching me out like pliers, but despite his incredibly inappropriate question, I couldn’t rank him against Rhodes if I wanted to.
Sex with Rhodes was incredible in all the ways, but also different ways.
And even though I never had the pleasure of bedding down Alex like a bale of hay, our bodies were two alternating currents that would electrocute anyone who touched us.
I felt alive when I was near him—even if that spark of life was fueled by raging annoyance.
The fact was that all of these men had a piece of my soul, and that truth had only gotten deeper and stronger since we were reunited ten years later.
“I love you,” I cried, riding on an orgasmic wave of rushing, crashing ecstasy.
“Course you do, but that was not the answer I was looking for.”
“Micah!”
He struck that spot and I burst, exploding all over his cock and screaming myself hoarse as ordered. My pussy clamped down on him, milking and pumping him for every grunted drop.
We went boneless, collapsing in the two inches of water left of our bubble bath.
“Wow,” I breathed. Grabbing his face, I kissed the crap out of him. “You’ve been holding out on me, baby.”
“No, you’re holding out.” My eyes grew wide in face of his devilish smirk. “But I’m going to get the truth out of you, woman, if it takes all day and night.” Micah bit my nipple, chasing pleasure and pain through my body until it escaped as a breathy moan. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
“HE, IN FACT, DID NOT fuck me all day and night,” I confirmed.
“If only because Lily came bursting into the hotel room, calling for me, so I had to scramble my butt out of the tub and get dressed. But, Court...” I shuddered.
“You’ve never had an orgasm until you’ve had an orgasm from Micah and Rhodes. I mean... wow.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” she replied, amusement lacing her voice. “But sweet and sexy Mr. Nicolas Stevens is supplying my orgasms these days, and I’m a one-man girl.”
“Since when?”
“Hey!” she barked, making me bust up on my end of the phone. “But seriously, babe, it’s good to hear you laugh again. You sound like you’re getting your happy back. I love that for you.”
“Thanks.” I glanced over my shoulder.
Alex and Lily were at the living room table working on her homework. Micah was setting the table and Rhodes was in the kitchenette dishing the takeout. Yes, this was my happy.
“But I’m not quite there yet. This pit in my stomach will never go away. Not until I know the truth of what happened to Mrs. Prado, Layton, and Omma. Not until the killer is caught.”
“You’ve ruled everyone out?”
I shrugged. “As much as an amateur detective trained on crime shows and mystery books can. There’s just no one left to talk to,” I said. “I know we tossed around the idea that one of the cops could’ve done it, but we just keep coming back to the same problem: why now?
“Any grudges someone had against my mother was going to be settled by the cancer. It makes no sense that someone would go out of their way to murder an old, sick woman that couldn’t hurt anyone anymore.
There had to be some reason,” I hissed, falling back in the familiar pattern that quickly.
“An urgency. A desperation that drove them to kill Mrs. Prado and strike in a house full of cops.”
“Well, there could be someone who knows.” There was an odd note in her voice. “You haven’t actually spoken to everyone yet. You haven’t... gotten the truth about that night from everyone yet.”
I frowned. “Who do you mean? Are you talking about those catty women from New York? Because I...” I dropped my voice.
“I’ve got Sue’s phone and I can confirm they are the kind of friends that don’t give a shit about you unless you’re right in front of them.
Sue hasn’t even texted them for months. I doubt all that ignoring each other whipped up a homicidal rage. ”
“Those New York women aren’t who I was thinking of,” she said. “I was talking about Alex. You haven’t spoken to Alex, Sarah. You haven’t asked him what he was doing upstairs that night.”
“Uhh, because I know.” I let out a little laugh. “Court, it’s okay. He already told me that he went upstairs to call his aunt and check on Lily.”
“Uh-huh.”
My face froze, unease crawling up my spine. “Court, he didn’t do it. He didn’t go upstairs until after nine thirty-seven. The police only made him come to the ballroom the morning after because they wanted to know if he saw or heard anything strange. Not because he was a suspect.”
“Okay, maybe all of that’s true. But I do feel pressed to point out that anyone can mess with a broken clock and put the hands back to whatever time they choose.
Like to before they came upstairs,” she said, opening the floor up beneath me.
“But if I’m wrong and Alex— The same Alex who was just as threatened by Omma’s dying plot to send proof of their jewelry theft to the police.
And the same Alex who must’ve lost his billions in terrible circumstances too, or Rhodes wouldn’t have said he was supporting a family of five all on his own—”
“Hold on—”
“If that Alex is telling you the truth, then it’ll be easy to prove,” she stated.
“There will be an outgoing call to his aunt on the night he said and at the time he said, and if there isn’t, then he didn’t go upstairs to talk to Auntie.
He went upstairs for another reason, and then he lied to your face about it.
And thanks to a couple dumbass cops and a broken clock, he’s been getting away with that lie.
“Smart, charming, disarming people like Alexander Montgomery tend to be very good at looking innocent, and isn’t it lucky that he started being all of those things the day after your mother died—when up till the day before, he was still acting like an ass.”
Stiffly, I turned to Alex, my gaze latching on to the handsome, smiling man laughing with my niece.
“And what if it goes even deeper than that?” Courtney continued—unaware she was pulling my heart out through my butt.
“I thought it was odd when I first heard your recordings, but the more I thought about it, the stranger it was.
Every time you questioned one of the guys, they immediately lied, shifted blame to someone else, and then confessed to a lesser sin when caught in that lie.
“Rhodes turned you on to Agassi and his fraud. Micah happened to see Mrs. Finley sneaking around upstairs. And then it was, yeah, sure, I lied, but I was only in Omma’s office deleting the evidence that would’ve put me in prison.
And for sure, she stole seven fucking billion dollars from me, but I got over it.
“They just keep pointing the blame every which way except at each other or themselves, even though the people who hated Omma most in this world were always sleeping right down the hall from her. Honestly, they likely would’ve been the main and only suspects from the start if it wasn’t for a conveniently thrown anniversary party that filled their house with cops, suspects, witnesses, and a bloody knife that found its way into the bag of a woman who had a very public shouting match with Omma the last time she saw her,” she cried.
“And another thing—”
I hung up.
Ending the call, I quickly turned off my phone—reducing it to nothing but a black brick.
“Oh, yeah, good idea,” I said, raising my voice. “I can pick you up— Hello? Hello?”
I turned on Alex, beaming away. “Alex, my phone died. Mind if I call Courtney back on yours?”
“Sure.” He picked it up off the table, typed in the code, and tossed it to me without hesitation. “Oh, did you remember to order my tom yum goong?”
“Of course.” I was already in his recent calls, swiping through as fast as possible without being frantic. “Told them to slide me some of that sweet, sweet mango sticky rice for my man too. They didn’t want to do it at first, but I bribed them.”
Alex chuckled. “Did you happen to bribe them with the stated price for the mango rice?”
“Works every time.”
His chuckle rolled into a belly laugh. “Well, then, I owe you a thank-you.”
I scrolled faster—still stuck in the calls from the week before.
“You okay?”