Текст книги "Kill Shot"

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***

“Are you sure this is okay?” Lennox asked worriedly.

I sighed and brought her into my room, shut the door, and then locked it.

“My daughter sleeps like the dead, and it literally takes me picking her up and standing her in the shower before she’ll move from Zombie Reagan to Awake Reagan. Trust me, she won’t care,” I urged, pulling her with me to the shower.

She reluctantly followed, practically dragging her feet the entire way.

“Your daughter’s really good,” she admitted as I pulled her inside.

I nodded distractedly as I stuck my hand into the shower and turned the water to hot.

“I have to thank my mom for the manners,” I confessed. “My way of doing things is just to take. Reagan’s is to ask. Which I guess is a good thing, mostly.”

“It’s a very good thing,” she agreed. “She’d fit right in at some of the dinner parties my parents forced me to attend.”

I stuck my hand into the water, testing the heat.

Satisfied with the degree, I turned to Lennox and slipped her shirt over her head.

“You’re lucky I had an extra set of scrubs in my car, or you wouldn’t have gotten me to stay,” she said, raising her hands up to allow the shirt to move without getting caught on her shoulders.

I snorted. “You were staying. I didn’t care what devious thing I had to do to accomplish that, either.”

She flipped her hair out of her eyes and looked at me worriedly.

“I’m going to have to go change my number and think about moving again, too. This time I think I’ll try a guarded gated community,” she whispered, shivering slightly.

I’d told her, after Shiloh and James had left, about what the fliers that’d been pinned to all of the cars had said and she’d paled.

Here was a woman that greatly valued her privacy, and one person singlehandedly ruined it for her.

“I’ll go with you to get the new phone before you have to be at work, and I’ll take you on the way to the station. As for the gated community part…it happened, but like I told you earlier, it’s more than obvious to me that she has some help somewhere. Whomever she is, she had to have help. It doesn’t make sense that she can do all the things she’s done to you without at least one witness pointing her out,” I explained.

She shivered as she got rid of her bra, followed quickly by her pants.

Then, suddenly, I lost my train of thought as all the blood rushed from my head, and straight to my dick.

As she yanked her hair out of her ponytail, she kept ranting about her circumstances.

“I can’t even live my life. It’s like every day I wake up and wonder if this’ll be the day she goes too far,” she muttered. “Well, obviously today was the day. And it was the first time I woke up without my mind immediately going there.”

As she spoke, I started to empty my pockets onto the bathroom counter, then slowly started on my clothes.

When she caught onto the fact that she couldn’t park at a mall without worrying, I shucked my pants, letting them drop to the ground around my ankles.

“Why does this water feel like it’s coming out of a jet?” She asked, going up onto her tippy toes and pulling the shower head off the hook.

Once she had it in her grasp, she started to twist the head as I got into the shower behind her.

“There’s a maid that comes in once a week,” I said, taking the shower head from her hands, turning it onto the shower portion before hanging it back up.

I crowded into her back, letting my erection rub along the crack of her ass.

The water poured down onto us, and my eyes closed as Lennox turned and started a head to toe scrub with a bar of soap she found at the top railing.

Usually, I used a men’s two in one body wash and shampoo, but I was enjoying having her hands rub the bar of soap along my abs and thighs.

“God,” she said, sounding sympathetic. “You really need to get some more sun. Your legs are whiter than my sheets are at home.”

I snorted and reached for the shampoo I’d bought by accident when I thought it was men’s.

Turns out it was a woman’s shampoo and smelled like flowers. Something that I couldn’t use because I wasn’t fond of smelling like a chick, and something Reagan couldn’t use because it made her eyes burn.

“I don’t have time to sunbathe. It’s not often that I’m ever without pants, and if you’re seeing my bare legs, you probably won’t be thinking about their whiteness for long,” I told her honestly.

She smiled.

“I use the green house in my backyard,” she said, picking up the bar of soap once again. “During the summer I go out there and open all the blinds, and lay by the window picking up some sun.”

She started to soap up her breasts, and suddenly I lost all cognitive thought as I watched the suds slip down her chest. Bubbles formed on her bare belly, and then sluiced down the apex of her thighs.

“Bennett?” She asked huskily.

I tore my eyes from the woman’s beautiful pussy, and met her eyes.

“Yeah?” I rasped, licking my lips.

She smiled. “I’ve never had shower sex.”

Chapter 9

I sew because fuck you. That’s why.

-Coffee Cup

Lennox

“I’ve never had shower sex,” I confessed softly.

His grin practically blinded me as his warm body crowded mine, pinning me to the cool shower wall as he did.

“You know,” he said, running his lips against my neck. “I can’t say that I have, either. Oh, it’s seen a lot of pull time, but it’s yet to actually be broken in by a true fucking.”

I gasped as his fingers found the tips of both breasts.

“I think I could help you and your shower with that,” I said huskily, eyes hooded as I looked up into his gorgeous honey eyes.

He growled against my neck before dropping his head, lifting my breast up by pinching the nipple between both of his fingers, and using the point of his tongue to tease the very tip.

Thoroughly driving me insane.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, my hips bucking as he pinched harder.

“Naughty mouth,” he breathed, lifting the other breast up with his hand cupped around the lower swell before sucking the entire thing into his mouth.

He pulled hard, swallowing the engorged tip like a starving man ready for his next meal.

“Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” I gasped as my knees started to knock together.

He chuckled, withdrawing until the tip of my nipple from his mouth with a soft pop. Then he started to lap at it, licking the water that was dripping down my chest.

Taking a step back, he fisted his hand into my hair, and started to guide me down to my knees.

His thick, jutting erection was only inches from my mouth when I finally settled to my knees, and I wasted no time leaning forward and sucking the large head into my mouth.

He grunted and shoved forward inadvertently, pumping his cock into my waiting mouth as he began to fuck my face.

He used my hair as leverage as he rocked his hips, the hard length of his cock thrusting had me struggling to open my mouth wide enough, and within less than a minute, my jaw was already aching.

I didn’t care, though.

Especially after I looked up, seeing the pure pleasure emanating from Bennett’s eyes.

“You suck me so good,” he growled, eyes darkening as he watched me watch him.

But when I went down the next time, pushing him as far down into my throat as I could make him go, he gasped and yanked me roughly from his cock.

“Hands and knees,” he ordered, dropping down to his own beside me.

I turned, presenting my ass to him, wiggling it slightly.

He breathed out a small laugh as he lined his massive cock with my entrance, and slowly started to sink inside.

The water from the showerhead eased his way, making him slip all the way in until he was bottomed out inside of me.

The familiar burn I felt every time Bennett’s length entered me, hit me the next moment, soothing me and exciting me at the same time.

As he started to thrust, I lifted my hands and placed them on the shower wall in front of me, my hot hands cool against the tile.

“God, your pussy is driving me wild,” he gritted out.

I started pushing back, making the impact of his hips against mine more violent and carefree.

My orgasm started to slowly build through my veins, thickening and pooling in the heated expanse of my core.

My clit was distended as his hand unclenched one of my hips and circled around until he had two fingers on either side of it.

No direct contact.

He knew what I liked.

I’d told him exactly what felt the best, and he’d listened.

“Fucking come,” he groaned, pushing his hips forward in a hard snapping motion.

The sound of our bodies slapping together, the water only adding to the sound, had me panting in delight.

My pussy was on fire as he started to work my clit even harder, and when he finally started to move his hand at a frantic pace, I came.

Long and hard.

My core clamped down on his cock, coaxing the orgasm that I could sense right on the edge of his control into fruition.

The moment he felt my muscles contracting, he started to thrust wildly, hips moving as I took all that he had to give.

Hot spurts of come jetted into me, pooling deep inside of me as he unloaded all he had into the dark depths of my body.

“Fucking wrecked,” he told me the moment his mind came back online. “Every time I forget to fucking breathe because your pussy steals all of my common sense.”

He smoothed a lone hand up and down my back as he slowly pulled himself out of me.

I could feel the warmth of his come as it fell from my well satisfied pussy onto the shower floor between my knees.

His hand came up, and he caught some of his release with a couple fingers as he shoved them back inside of me.

It was a surprise, and my pussy clasped down onto the two fingers as if it was expecting to have more of its previous release.

“So responsive,” he muttered, moving his fingers back down to gather more of his release.

I nodded, vision and hearing nearly black since, suddenly, my eyes started to refuse to stay open for daily tasks such as simple showers.

He stood from behind me with an arm looped around my mid-section, pulling me up with him.

I looked down and watched as our combined juices leaked from my core, all the way down my leg, and into the drain at our feet.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he moaned, placing an open mouth kiss on the base of my neck.

I shivered, and my nipples pebbled against his forearm.

“You really need to wash your hair and get out. You seem to make me lose my freakin’ mind, and I really need to get some sleep after the day I had,” I told him softly.

He snorted, but let me go as I asked, reaching over my shoulder for the soap that had been abandoned.

“I don’t know why you’re blaming it all on me. You played just as much of a part in this as I have. It’s your perky tits and perfect ass, followed shortly by your juicy, tight cun…” I slammed my hand over his mouth.

“That’s a coarse word, and you really shouldn’t use it,” I admonished him.

He grinned against my hand and licked it.

I scrunched my nose and took it away from his mouth, wiping it off on my wet hip as I did.

“That’s gross, too,” I teased.

He winked and started soaping up his balls and penis.

A penis which, by my estimation, was still just as hard now as it’d been only moments before when it was inside of me.

“I think you’ve got a problem there, big man,” I said, pointing at the over eager appendage.

He rolled his eyes.

“You’re standing in front of me, wet, with my come still leaking from your cunt. I’ve got control, but not that much,” he laughed.

I winced at his use of the ‘C’ word, and instead removed the shower head, or would have if I could reach it.

He laughed at my pitiful attempt, and pulled it down for me, handing it to me as he bent down to his knees and started to wash me once again.

“Bennett,” I said warily, knowing it was about to get out of hand if we weren’t careful.

“Chill, Nox. It’ll be okay,” he said, looking up at me.

His wet hair was plastered to his face, and right then, I knew I was falling for him.

Hard.

And I didn’t know what in the world I was going to do about it.

And as he made quick work of cleaning me, washing me and rinsing me, I thought that maybe…just maybe…that wasn’t such a bad thing.

I mean, I could handle love…couldn’t I?

***

The next morning I wasn’t so sure I loved him.

Especially when the horrible man wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone.

“Bring me coffee,” I muttered from underneath the pillow that smelled like the devil currently tickling my feet.

He snorted, and slowly slid the covers up the back of my calf, and further up until he reached the apex of my thighs.

“Gotta go, pretty girl. Just giving you a wakeup call before I take my run,” he said against the skin of my back, just above the shorts that I’d stolen from him last night.

My nipples pebbled, and goosebumps chased his hand as he leaned down and gave my ass cheek, that was, indeed, still covered in his shorts, a kiss.

“Mmmkay,” I whispered.

“Do you mind if I leave Reagan here with you, or do you want me to take her over to my sister’s?” He asked.

I felt his weight leave the bed, and moaned as he jostled me, making me wake up even more.

“She can stay,” I muttered.

“Okay, baby. Be back.”

Then he was gone and I was somehow completely awake.

I laid there for a good ten minutes listening to what sounded like Saved by the Bell.

Reluctantly, I unstuck my body from the perfection of Bennett’s bed, a bed I didn’t remember getting into, dragged the blanket off it, and headed into the living room.

Reagan was, indeed, watching the show that I used to love when I was a teenager.

“I wasn’t aware this was even on anymore,” I said as I dropped down onto the couch next to her.

She smiled at me.

“There’s not much on in the morning,” she informed me as she shoved her feet into socks.

I nodded.

“What time do you have to be at school?” I asked her.

She looked up at the clock hanging above the mantle, and scrunched up her nose.

“In less than an hour and a half,” she said. “Daddy woke me up because he thought I’d have to go to Aunt Payton’s, but you said I could stay.”

I patted her hand. “Have you eaten?”

She shook her head, turning those hopeful hazel eyes, just like her father’s, over to me.

“No,” she said softly.

I smiled.

“So…do you want some pancakes? Waffles? Bacon and eggs? Cinnamon rolls?” I asked, turning my head slightly sideways to study her.

She really was beautiful, and I’d bet my life that she’d grow up to be a heartbreaker.

Her eyes widened. “Can you make that?” She breathed in excitement.

I nodded. “Sure. I brought all the ingredients over with me. It’s in a cooler in the back of my car.”

She was practically bouncing in her seat.

“Can I help?” She asked enthusiastically.

I nodded. “Yep. Go wash your hands once you’ve finished putting your shoes on, and I’ll let you help.”

She smiled, shoved both feet into her shoes, and darted out of the living room, leaving me reeling with how excited she was over something as simple as making breakfast.

I stood from my blanket cocoon, nabbed my keys that were still lying on the coffee table next to my purse, and walked out the front door.

My eyes widened as I stepped outside and ran face first into a sweaty chest.

I looked up into the dark, fathomless eyes of a man with dark black hair, a cut underneath his eye, and a glare that was impressively intimidating.

“Eeek,” I said, stepping back.

“Sorry, darlin’,” the sweaty man said. “Is that your car?”

I nodded.

He pointed to the front tire. “Tire’s flat. You want me to take it to the shop and fix it?”

I blinked. “Ummm.”

“Uncle Sam!” Reagan crowed from behind me. “Nox is cooking me pancakes and is letting me help!”

“Nox?” Sam asked, both eyebrows going up.

I smiled half-heartedly. “Yeah, Bennett seems to think Lennox is too long.”

He nodded. “It’s nice to meet you,” he said, holding out his hand.

I took it, shaking his scarred, rough one, and said, “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

“Uncle Sam, will you take the cooler out of Nox’s trunk before you take the car?” Reagan jumped excitedly at my side.

Sam’s eyes left mine as he dropped my hand, and I licked my lips as I tried to not show how intimidating this man was.

“Yeah, baby girl. I can do that. Keys?” He asked.

That last part was directed at me, and I reached my arm out and popped the trunk using the key fob, then placed the keys in his hand.

“There you go,” I said shakily.

He winked at me and walked to the back of my car, lifting the heavier than a cement statue cooler out of my trunk, and placed it down at my feet.

“Anything else you need out of it?” He asked.

I nodded my head. “Y-yeah. My uniform.”

He walked back to my car, lifted the clothes that I had hanging in the back, and brought them back to me.

“There you go. I should have this fixed up before you leave, but Bennett tells me he’s taking you to work?” He double checked.

I nodded. “Yeah, he did say that.”

He smirked. “Alright then. Have fun making pancakes.”

Then, just as suddenly, he was gone, and I was in the kitchen making pancakes for one very excited little girl.

***

Bennett

“You get the car checked?” I asked Sam.

I’d stopped by on my lunch break, doubling checking that Sam got everything done that I’d asked of him before I handed the car back over to Lennox.

“Yeah,” he nodded, walking over to the car. “I put the tracker in like you asked, and checked it over for bugs. Then found this,” he said, holding up a black piece of metal.

“What the fuck is that?” I barked.

“Another tracking device. Figure I’ll plant it on something, and set up a camera to see if it’ll bring out anyone from the woodwork,” he explained.

I nodded. “Good.”

He tossed the device back on the top of his tool box and pointed to the back of Lennox’s car.

“It’s got a camera here, too.” He indicated something the size of a small coin. “It’ll turn on at any sudden breaks, or when it detects a breach in the alarm. It’ll run for twenty seconds, and then turn off.”

“Perfect,” I said. “Thanks man. I owe you one.”

He nodded. “Just get your girl to make me some of those cinnamon rolls I was smelling as I walked back to my place this morning. They smelled fucking great.”

I couldn’t help the smile that slid over my mind as I remembered the way I found Reagan and her cooking this morning.

Not only had she made cinnamon rolls, but she’d also made eggs, bacon, and pancakes.

“Cheyenne doesn’t make you cinnamon rolls?” I asked, teasing him.

In fact, Cheyenne didn’t make him cinnamon rolls. Not anymore.

Apparently, she was boycotting all things fattening, which meant the entire house had to deal with the same.

Sam narrowed his eyes at me. “Get out of my shop, kid.”

Laughing, I offered Sam my hand.

He took it, gave me a shake, and then released me.

“Cinnamon rolls,” he said again. “Bring them here.”

I nodded and walked back to my cruiser, and Michael.

As I dropped into my seat, I looked over at my informal partner for the second shift in a row.

“They find anything out about your car?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No. Not that I mind. I kind of like when you drive me around.”

I snorted. “I’m not your bitch. And you’re more than welcome to drive anytime you want.”

He snorted. “That’s alright. I wouldn’t want to break your cruiser, too.”

I shot him a look, and backed out of the driveway. “Fancy a trip to the hospital?”

Michael shot me a weird look, and shook his head. “I don’t care. Just don’t be surprised if a scene blows you out of the water.”

My eyebrows shot up to my hairline at that admission. “What?”

He shrugged. “Let’s just say that the ex and I aren’t really best friends. And she possibly hates me.”

Interesting. Really interesting.

I pulled into the lot of the hospital twenty minutes later, and pulled into a spot that was designated for emergency personnel.

“So what’s her name?” I asked.

“Joslin Downs,” he said simply.

I chose not to say anything else, instead walking into the emergency entrance.

I had to use a code to get in, but turned to the right once I was inside, walking in through the front doors.

The hospital was a flurry as nurses, techs, and doctors scrambled throughout.

I’d heard about a big wreck on the interstate, and had forgotten since I’d stopped by Sam’s instead of coming straight to the hospital like I’d originally planned.

“Maybe we should come back later,” I muttered, surveying the room.

“Fuccccck,” Michael groaned. “I think we should go, too.”

I turned to survey the room, quickly spotting the woman standing at the nurse’s station.

Tall, with sable brown hair, she looked like she’d be more suited as a model rather than a nurse.

She could easily compete with Lennox in the dress up department, but where Lennox was easy to get along with, and personable, this woman looked harsh, and unfriendly.

“That the ex?” I asked as I turned my back on the glaring woman.

“Yep,” he answered shortly. “Looks like she’s in one hell of a mood, too. Let’s get out of here before…”

“Bennett! Hey!” Lennox said excitedly.

I turned to find Lennox hurrying towards me.

She was wearing the scrubs I’d dropped her off in, at least the bottoms, anyway.

The top was now a t-shirt that said, ‘A team of excellence,’ on it.

She walked straight up to me, and buried her face into my neck as she hugged me on her tip toes.

I wrapped my arms around her and rested my head on the top of hers.

Her hair smelled like sunshine, as if she’d just come in from outside.

“What’s going on here? Is this from the wreck on the interstate?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yeah. Five car pile-up.”

I nodded, remembering the radio call.

“The kid make it?” I asked softly.

She shook her head. “No. The young boy died on the way to Children’s in Dallas.”

My stomach knotted.

The wreck had been horrific by itself, but a young child had been riding in the back of one of the trucks when it rolled, and he’d been impaled on a guardrail that they’d originally ran into.

I was just glad I wasn’t one of the first responders that had to work the wreck.

“Shit,” I exhaled, turning to look at Michael.

He wasn’t looking at us, though.

His eyes were on the woman across the room, and not the same woman who’d been glaring at him earlier.

This one was a Hispanic woman that looked vaguely familiar.

She had long, thick brown hair and her eyes were on the work she was doing in front of her.

She’d cast a surreptitious glance in Michael’s direction before it darted back to the cart in front of her.

Turning back to Lennox when she withdrew her hands from around me, I looked down to see her eyeing Michael.

“You remember Michael,” I said.

She nodded, and Michael’s eyes finally tore away from the woman to focus on Lennox.

“Good to see you again, Lennox,” he nodded his head.

Lennox smiled at him, glanced in the direction of the Hispanic girl, and turned back to Michael.

“You know Nikki?” Lennox asked.

Michael’s eyes flared at the mention of ‘Nikki’ and he nodded.

“Yeah, I do,” he answered.

It was then I realized just why the girl was familiar to me.

“Nico’s sister?” I asked him.

Michael nodded. “Yeah.”

Now it made sense.

It’d been two years since Nico had married his wife, Georgia.

And a little over two years since Michael had first met Nikki.

I’d seen her a time or two in the two years, but each of those times were when she was talking to Michael.

Heatedly.

Knowing when a change of subject was needed, I turned my attention to Lennox and asked, “Is there anything I need to bring for dinner tonight to your parents?”

Her eyes widened. “Shoot, I forgot about that.” She bit her lip. “No, you don’t need to bring a thing. Mom can handle it.”

I nodded. “I’ll come pick you up about ten minutes before your shift ends. I’ll wait for you outside, okay?”

She nodded, raised up on her tippy toes, and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for coming, Bennett,” she whispered sincerely.

I smiled, and reached up to run a lone finger down the bridge of her nose. “Anytime, honey. I’ll see you around seven.”