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“You like my magic cock.”
Oh my God…
I shoved at his shoulder. “Dick.”
“Okay…you like my magic dick. Look what it did.”
“Did…not.”
His lips covered mine again, and I could feel him getting hard inside me again. My walls flexed, clutching at that solid, thick length.
“Need me to show you some more?” he gasped. He was already moving, already pushing us toward another cliff and sweet oblivion.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Show me.”
Eleven
Hudson
“Fuck.”
I stood in front of the house with Sparrow at my side, staring at my vehicles. We’d been heading into the Brewery, but it looked like we weren’t going anywhere. All the tires on both my vehicles were flat. The ones I could see were clearly slashed.
“Inside,” I said, backing her into the foyer, locking the door and reengaging the alarm.
“He found me,” she rasped brokenly. It was a struggled for each word but since her walls had gone down during sex, she’d been fighting not to let them hide again.
“Who?” I asked.
“I don’t…know. It…has to be…the same person who…trashed my…apartment.”
I couldn’t disagree. This was too much of a coincidence.
“I’m…sorry.”
“Baby, it’s not your fault. I’m so fucking angry someone is terrorizing you like this.” I pulled out my phone to call the cops.
Her hand curled on my forearm.
“Think…is.” She held up a finger a grabbed her notebook.
“Sparrow,” I protested. God, I couldn’t stand it if her walls came up again.
“Promise,” she whispered. “No more…quiet.” She held up the notebook. “Easier.”
My heart in my throat, I watched as she scratched her pen across the paper.
Murderer,she wrote.
“How would they find you after ten years? Why now?”
I contacted the police in Chicago about the case. Told them I’d like to sit with a sketch artist and give them a description of the guy. Back when it happened, I was too freaked out and hysterical to give them anything. I couldn’t tell them what happened. Couldn’t tell them what the man looked like. But I can. Now. I thought after all this time I could give them information. No one got back to me. I thought they deleted it, thought I was a crackpot, but someone must have seen it.
“You know who it is?”
She shook her head. “I think…worked with my dad.”
“You dad? What did your father do?”
