CHAPTER NINE
Five days later
– BALLARD –
“No...I guess, but...yes, I understand.” Helena paces the room of my cabin while she’s on the satellite phone with Orson.
Her shoulders are tense and there’s a frown on her face. I wonder what the discussion is about. These past few days have been filled with researching things together, and I’ve visited the company once at Royce’s request.
He’s still hesitant with sharing information, but at least we talked about my role at the company.
It’s a double standard since Jaxie already told me I still have my job.
We decided to make Royce think he’s is in charge and Seamus and Jaxie have kept their distance to focus on other tasks within the company.
“Well, then I’ll swing by her house to pay my half-sister a friendly visit. Yes, I’ll be careful. I know what I’m doing.” Her eyes find mine. “I’ll bring Ballard as my wingman. Yes...okay, I’ll keep you updated.”
The call ends and she’s still staring at me when she says, “Now we know why Orson couldn’t reach Jacob Tucker, or showed up after he left him a message to swing by the station.
The man is missing. Stella came by the station this morning.
After the party she went home, packed a bag, and visited her parents out of state.
She came back today and found everything exactly the same.
She tried calling him, went by the office, but the man simply disappeared.
Orson put in a request and received the records of his phone and bank account.
No activity since the night of the party. ”
I rub the back of my neck. Damn, this doesn’t look good. Though, why the hell would Jacob Tucker go missing? Unless...maybe the man did know something or was involved with the shady Last Will and Testament of Burk.
Turning my laptop, I type the word, “Weird.”
“He knows something for sure. Dammit. We should have talked to him the night of the party. Now it might be too late. The man wouldn’t disappear without telling anyone, not without ruining his company.”
I nod and type, “You want to swing by Jolene’s?”
Helena shrugs. “The last time I saw the man, she was the one going after him. So, in my eyes she’s the one who saw him before he disappeared.”
With a few keystrokes I ask, “Can you swing by Jolene’s without raising questions?”
She takes a seat across from me. “Maybe? Yes? I don’t know.
We’ve never had a relationship as other sisters might have.
She’s all about poking my eyes out, letting me know I’m beneath her every time we meet.
Which hasn’t been many times over the past few years.
Seeing one another when we were younger was only at forced family meetings.
When we were older, they stopped happening. ”
“She invited you, so let’s give her some fake family visit,” I type and feel the need to add, “Since we turned the tables on the fake shit. Toward them it’s fake, but to us our relationship is real.”
Helena stands and shoves the laptop away to make room so she can sit on my lap. Her touch is gentle as she strokes my beard.
Eyes warm, laced with desire and adoration, she says, “We established our real relationship when you kissed me in front of your friends.”
I’m very aware what I did, but it needed to be said once more.
Since the blow job we’ve only shared heated kisses.
I’ve made it clear I’m giving her time, but she also needs to be aware this thing between us is happening.
A long-term relationship without a timestamp.
Because we will solve this case and then there’ll be no need to share every waking minute working together.
Cupping her neck, I pull her down for a kiss. My cock instantly responds and I’m sure she feels it growing hard underneath her. My eyes fall shut when I deepen the kiss and let this woman’s mouth spark my body with heat.
It’s been damn torture to have her around for days and not being able to bury myself deep inside her pussy. I don’t think I’ve spent this much time around a woman without fucking her.
Helena is different. For one, she saved my life the first time we met. Secondly? She takes no shit from me and faces me head-on. The days we’ve spent together allowed us to grow mutual respect and allowed a different relationship to form between us.
Friendship. I’ve never had a female friend, and we for sure as shit don’t have a platonic one. The heated kiss we’re sharing is the prime example of it. Helena rubs her legs together and I reach down to help her give some more friction.
She shifts and is now straddling my lap, rubbing her pussy against my hard cock. Damn. Only skin-on-skin would make this experience perfect. Her mouth leaves mine and she buries her face into my neck. I rub her through her panties, feeling the fabric getting damp.
A moan vibrates through her and my eyes fucking roll into the back of my head when she starts to suck on a sliver of my skin. I have one hand between her legs, the other kneading her ass. Within a few heartbeats I feel her body tremble and then she falls apart in my arms.
I’m breathing hard, wanting to come so damn bad. Instead of ripping her pants off and burying myself deep inside her, I retreat my hands and wrap my arms around her. The day will come, at least I fucking hope so. Though, it needs to be her choice.
The thought has barely entered my mind when she pulls back and says, “Can you keep your eyes closed?”
A weird request, but the vulnerable look in her eyes causes me to give her a tight nod. Thank fuck I did because she slides off my lap and reaches for her pants. I quickly close my eyes and let my head fall back to make sure she knows I’m giving her the privacy she needs.
Next thing I feel is her hands tugging on my belt. I keep my upper body in place while slightly lifting my ass to make it easier for Helena to get rid of my pants. Heaven. Her fingers on my cock, squeezing and slowly pumping is what I need.
My lips part when I feel her hot mouth flick my piercing.
I want to glance down so fucking bad, but I keep my head in place.
My hands are gripping the armrests and I’m pretty sure my blunt nails are embedded in the material.
It’s so damn hard to keep myself restrained, but she needs it, and is definitely worth it.
Her mouth leaves my cock when I feel the shift and then skin-to-skin as she straddles my lap. I hold my breath when the tip of my cock hits slick heat. I have to grit my teeth as she sinks down on me, inch by fucking delightful inch.
She moans while my body gives a soundless puff with the same intensity.
Hands are suddenly gripping my head and then her mouth is on mine.
It takes everything inside me to hold back.
To not blow my load on the first thrust, to not grip her hips and fuck her hard, to not open my eyes and stare at the woman who releases the most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced during sex.
Thank fuck she pulls back and huskily tells me, “Look at me, Ballard.”
Within a heartbeat I’m staring at her brown eyes. Her short hair frames her face as she slowly starts to ride me. I want to tell her how stunning she is, how delicious she feels wrapped around me.
I’m not capable of giving her a single letter so I project everything I want her to know through the look I’m giving her. My hands roam over her bare skin. I can feel the uneven scars littering her body, but I keep caressing her.
Her tight, hot pussy keeps squeezing me as she bounces up and down. In my mind I imagine her pussy stretching around my cock, slick with her juices. Shit. I’m not going to last long. One of my hands slides between our bodies and I start to rub tiny circles around her clit.
She’s close, I can feel it.
“Yes,” she whispers. “So good. Ballard. Please...I need...I need...yessss.”
She falls apart again and I grip her hips hard while thrusting up, burying myself as deep as I possibly can. Skin slapping, harsh breathing, and then bliss. I keep her pinned on my cock and unload. I can feel the cum ripping from me and entering her.
Her pussy keeps squeezing me, as if our bodies are prolonging the pleasure we just created. Finally, I break our stare and let my head fall back. Completely spent. My heart races and I can feel my cock softening inside her from the load of cum I just branded her with. Holy fuck, that was intense.