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CHAPTER18
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Bridgette bit into the back of her hand to hide her screams until she remembered that she didn’t need to. She’d eavesdropped on his conversation with the housekeeper from the top of the stairs. That’s how she’d known to run into the bathroom and push one of the special dissolving flavored tablets in her pussy before he came back to her.
Now he was eating her pussy just the way she knew he would once he got a taste. She knew for a fact that her pussy with its little enhancement was damn near irresistible to men and the way he growled and moaned as he ate her out told her that she’d struck gold once again.
She gripped his hair in her pleasure as she pushed her pussy harder against his mouth. When she came it was hard and long, and she was sure it was the idea of who he was mixed with the pleasure of his tongue that made the orgasm as enjoyable as it was.
When he climbed up her body she was ready for him. Niall straddled her chest with his long cock bobbing before her face. She lifted her head and took just the tip inside her warm mouth, teasing him with her tongue. Niall grabbed her head and pulled it onto his cock, being rougher with her than he’d ever been with anyone before.
Women didn’t like calm and gentle, they wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. Otherwise why would his wife, the woman he’d treated like his queen have gone looking for some other man to fuck her?
Bridgette choked on his cock and looked up at him, wondering at the change in him; he seemed almost angry. Niall realized what he was doing, that he was taking his anger at his dead wife out on the girl who was only trying to give him pleasure.
He reached down and caressed her cheek with his thumb as he fucked into her mouth slower, more gently, until his cock stood hard and firm. “Spread your legs, I’m going to fuck you hard.”
Bridgette’s heart was almost full to bursting. She was on the cusp of achieving everything her heart desired. To be married to a wealthy man, a man who would make all her dreams come true.
As he fucked his cock into her, her head was full all visions of all the things he was going to do for her. All the things she’d seen him do for his dead wife and more. Furs, expensive jewelry, handbags like the ones she’d drooled over in magazines and of course the other woman’s belongings and whatever she had in her closet that she might like.
Niall fucked into the succulent flesh of the young girl, marveling at how wet she was. There was a time Sonya used to get that wet for him. His thoughts made him fuck into the body beneath him harder and harder until she cried out.
He felt her pussy clench around him and covered her mouth with his to taste her pleasure as she came around his cock. In the back of his mind as he got close a warning bell sounded and he pulled out at the last minute.
Niall grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up to kneel in front of him, leading his cock to her mouth. Bridgette felt her pleasure wane as she realized what he was doing. Niall came in her mouth with a low groan, emptying his balls on her tongue until they were dry.
He dropped down beside her when he was done and pulled her into his arms. He didn’t feel the usual afterglow like he used to with Sonya but he figured that with time it would come. She was the first woman he’d been with since his wife had died what, three days ago? So no wonder it felt different and would take some time to get used to.
Bridgette watched his face and listened to the beat of his heart as she laid on his chest. Niall felt her eyes on him and looked down at her with a smile. No doubt she was expecting more from him, but he wasn’t in the mood to talk.
He took her hand and led it to his cock which hadn’t gone down completely. “Get me hard again, I’m going to take you until the kids wake up from their nap. Would you like to share my bed tonight?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer but rolled over on top of her and slipped his cock back inside her sweet cunt.
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Detective Sparks went home laterthat day with a lot on her mind. She was halfway through the journal, which read like the diary of a woman in the throes of a passionate reawakening, and things were beginning to take form now. The call from the lab just before she clocked out for the day only added more closure to the picture that was unfolding in her head.
“The child belonged to male A.” Those were the words that she’d heard. That along with Andy’s assurance that he was getting close to decoding the phone were icing on the cake. She wasn’t sure what Ms. Nettie had expected her to find when she gave her that key, she’d got the feeling that the housekeeper hadn’t been too fond of her late mistress, but she was sure the older woman as she said wanted this to be over for Niall and the children’s sake.
The book didn’t point her in the direction of the killer but that picture was beginning to form as well. The more she read the clearer things became and she knew that if what she was thinking was true it was going to turn over a lot of apple carts in the sleepy little town.
Then she came upon a sentence in the book, made a little less than a year and a half ago. “Oh dear!” Is this it?” She put the book face down on her home desk as let her mind fit the pieces of the puzzle together.
She hadn’t been called on to use her skills in a long time, but she hadn’t gone rusty while resting on her laurels. A look at her watch told her that it was too late to go back to the Davis’s residence and tomorrow was a Sunday followed by a holiday.
She decided she was going to go over there the next day anyway, but she needed all the players to be there. How was she going to do that without alerting all involved? That was the question. She had to handle this very carefully so that she didn’t lose the thread of the plot. She needed to corner the guilty as soon as she made the writings in the book known so that there would be no room for escape.
She thought about it long into the night and accepted that there was no way to get them all together without giving something away. She’d just have to rely on Niall’s discretion to help her out there.
She took a hot shower to wash away the day’s grime before making herself a sandwich which she wolfed down while reading the final entries in the journal. It looks like she wasn’t going to fall flat on her face after all.
She gave herself a little pat on the back as she went off to bed. That night she dreamt of ‘him’ again. She knew it was pointless in her waking moments but she had no control over her dreams or where they chose to go. And where they always ended up was in Riley O’Rourke’s bed.
When she woke in the morning she gave some thought to calling her partner in to handle the Q&A with her, but decided in the end to let him have his weekend off. It wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle alone anyway. And since she’d had the night to think her mind was much clearer now.
Her phone rang as she rolled out of bed and she was surprised to see Andy’s number. “Andy, don’t tell me you’re still at it.”
“I’ve got it. The last text was from a number that had been interfaced over another.”
