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His filthy words, calling me a good girl while I suck his dick, bring back the wetness I felt during our kiss. Not wanting to slow my pace when he’s this close, I give his thigh a squeeze of “yes.”
“Here I go. I’m going to come. Hold still. Right there.”
I hold his dick in my hand, my mouth around the head as it jerks and twitches, bursting warm, salty fluid into my mouth. I do my best to swallow down as much as I can but some of the cum escapes, running from my lips, dripping down my chin.
But I don’t pull away till I get the very last drop out of him. He falls back against his chair. “Christ, Kitty Cat. That was phenomenal. I thought I’d died and left this earth.”
I try to clean up my face with the back of my sleeve before he can see me with his cum dripping down my face.
He reaches out to stop me. “Leave it. I like it.”
“No.” I tug my hand away, now scrubbing my face with my sleeve. Looks like I’ll be doing laundry tonight.
We rest together for a little while, snuggling, bathing in the afterglow of our sex. My entire body is calm, euphoria settling into my limbs. But my busy mind can’t seem to take a break.
I need my phone. It’s been so weird, being without it. I test the waters. “Do you trust me enough to give me my phone back?”
He eyes me. He’s contemplating it.
“I trusted you enough to offer up my virginity”—even if he wouldn’t take it—“and I need you to trust me enough to give me back my phone. Especially now that the police are looking for me and the Bayne slash Burnes boys know I’m still here, and if the Burneses are as untrustworthy as you’re making them out to be.”
Finally, he concedes.
Needing space, I take a long shower. Throw my laundry in. Drawing out the time till I can rest and relax, giving my phone my full attention.
I curl up in my bed, cradling the phone in my hand like a precious baby. It feels so good to have my lifeline back. It comes with rules, of course. For now, I can only call him and Eamon—he programmed both numbers in himself—and Fiona and Carol Ann.
When I turn the phone on, I actually get butterflies in my stomach seeing the screen light up for the first time in ages. I finally see the string of messages from Carol Ann the night I went to the police station. I giggle about the ones threatening to use my toothbrush as a toilet bowl cleaner. “Yuck, Carol Ann.”
Ten unanswered calls from DI Collins. I recognize his number from the night I called him in the hallway of the lodge.
Missed calls from a number, the area code from home—must be the local police wanting to question me over Teddy’s death.
And one text.
From Mom.
It came in the same day as the missed calls from the police in California.
All it says is call me.
With shaky fingers, I press her contact number to call her.
She picks up after six rings.
Finally, her voice comes over the line. “Kitt.”
“Mom! How are you. It’s been so long since?—”
She cuts me off, her voice harsh. “The police are asking questions, Kitt. The family isn’t satisfied with the way the investigation ended. They’ve asked for the case to be reopened. To interview everyone that knew Teddy or his girlfriend Lilly. You were her best friend, so of course they are going to question you. Just tell them nothing and lay low.”
“Mom.”
“Don’t call me again. Okay?” The sound of a man’s voice calling her name comes from the background. “I gotta go.”
“Mom! Wait.”
“I have to go, Kitty. Joe needs me?—”
