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“To catch a criminal, you think like a criminal, and Norman Long is better at it than he cares to admit. The only thing separating him and me is that he clings to superficial values like ‘justice,’” I reveal. “For what it’s worth, he’s not particularly good at his job, either. No matter what he does or says, it will always be him blowing smoke out of his ass. Don’t be intimidated by the fact that he’s an FBI agent.”
Heather appears to accept my response, but I'm the one blowing smoke out of my ass. How’d Long know where the sniper perch would be? He almost caught Heather, and as much as I like her, she'd spill her guts in an instant. I got lucky this time that she managed to get away.
“Don’t let him near me,” Heather’s whisper barely floats above the shower drum, and I look over at her as she turns to me. Seriousness sets her expression, a hopeful, intense fire in her eyes. “I’ll never forgive you, Jack.”
“I promise,” I reply, just as seriously, and she relaxes a little. Her shoulders aren’t in her ears, at least. It hits me how much those four words hurt.I’ll never forgive you.
Heather wants me to keep her out of harm's way. Damned fucking right, I will. In her, I’ve met my match, it seems. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Heather.”
She takes my hand in hers and slides my fingers between her thick thighs. Heather parts her lips seductively as she stares at me through hooded lids. “Do you want to get in the shower with me?” She asks.
Before I even answer, my body throws itself at her as I cup her pussy, my cock twitches in my jeans and warm, sudsy water streams between my fingers. I enter the shower, kicking off my sneakers and removing my jeans, as she eagerly tugs at my shirt.
“Admit it,” I breathe hotly as I take in her blushing cheeks and soft lips. My fingers slip between her pussy lips; she’s already wet for me, and a groan tightens my throat. “Admit you like it.”
“I... like it.” Is Heather talking about getting her brains fucked out or that forbidden triumph and excitement of killing someone? I don’t know, but that’s the point. Ambiguity. Leaning to capture her mouth, I shove my fingers into her hot pussy and relish her groan rattling my teeth.
Slinging her arms around my shoulders, she lifts her leg, tilting her hips eagerly as I shove my tongue into her mouth. Heather’s inner walls pulsate, her thick wetness pooling in my palm as I finger her mercilessly. My strength scared her, but her fear was proportional to the sensual reactions her body had to mine.
Bending to hook her other knee over my elbow, I spread her juices along my shaft to swipe the head against her pussy entrance. Kissing her hard, I brace my free arm by her head, and Heather whimpers as I thrust into her channel with a grunt.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Nothing is better than your pussy; it’s like you’re made for me” I say out loud.
Arching sharply, her nipples drag against my chest, and I duck to suckle her neck when she jerks her head away to breathe. Thrusting with a snap of my hips, I palm her ass cheek greedily as she shivers and shudders around my cock.
Heather’s eyes rolled back and her body shook so deliciously. Her growing pleasure made me so hard. Cupping her chin, I capture her lips hotly as I grind my hips against hers.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, walls quivering as her juices dribbles in thick ropes down my thighs. I then remove my cock from her and I start making my way down to lick her pussy.
“It’s all about you right now, Heather,” I growl, and her eyelids flutter closed. Leaning her head against the wall, she grabs my hair tightly. “Relax. Let me pleasure you.”
My tongue flickers on her clit until she spasms and cums on my face, feeling her throbbing pussy on my lips. Then I slowly get up and turn off the shower to carry her to bed, and just like with her roommate, she’s out like a light. I nod, satisfied, closing my eyes, unable to think about any other woman, and my hardon shrivels instantly.
Now would be the absolutewrongmoment to push Heather. I finally have her right as I want her. There’ll be many, many more opportunities to fuck her for hours. Shuffling back to the bathroom, I pull on my jeans and scoop up the rest of my clothes to leave her room and make for my own. Tossing my clothes in the hamper, I grab a pair of sweatpants and sweep back my damp hair smoothly.
“What to do about Agent Long?” I mutter to myself, grabbing my phone off the foot of my bed. Robert had texted me a few times, and I tapped to call him and lay back with a satisfied sigh. He answers immediately, and the sound of his voice is the death knell for my hardon.
“Jack! Jesus fuck! Mary says Heather shot Norman Long! What the hell happened!” Robert shouts faintly; I can hear him outside the phone somewhere in the mansion. I grimace, flinging my arm over my face tiredly. He’s just got that effect on me.
“I’ll handle Long, Robert. Have you gone through the compiled list of possible mayoral candidates?” I question, and Robert is suspiciously silent. “Get to it. I want some hopefuls by morning. Have you heard anything from Jimmy? I had to go with Heather tonight because he’s nowhere to be found, and I’m pissed.”
“He said something about following up a lead on the Italians, but no, I haven’t heard from him since he left this afternoon,” Robert answers, and I suck my teeth in aggravation. “How’s she doing?”
“Better than I thought she would be. Killing her roommate by accident unlocked something, and I’m glad it happened with Long. Even if, at the time, I was unsure how things would play out because of it,” I answer before hanging up, and I let my phone fall by my head to sigh. “Damn, I’m tired. Today was more nerve-wracking than I expected.”
Jolting awake, I sit up, and the world spins around me briefly while I try to get my bearings. I must’ve been more tired than I thought; glancing at the clock on my phone, I grimace. It’s nearly nine in the morning. Stretching my arms over my head with a groan, I shake out my legs before standing to walk to my closet.
“Mary, is there any breakfast left?” I ask into the intercom, grabbing a t-shirt and a button-down. No doubt, Heather’s already gone—been gone for hours. She needs to be at school by 7:45am, after all. I shake my head. “As long as she does what I need, I can afford to give her some concessions.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll keep it out for you.” A feminine voice crackles through the intercom, and I pull on a pair of gray slacks. Dressing quickly, I head downstairs, but not before stopping at Heather’s room to confirm my suspicions. It’s probably best she’s got some sense of normalcy to cling to; as long as it means she does a better job for me.
“God,” I nearly reach the dining room before the doorbell rings, and I pause mid-step to frown. Walking over to the door, the hairs on my back bristle when I see Norman Long standing there. His stupid, bald head shining in the brightness of morning nearly makes me wince. “Didn’t your mother tell you not to interact with people until after 9am?”
“I figured you’d be up and about with last night's buzz,” Norman says nonchalantly, but his eyes are sharp. I scowl before noticing him leaning against the door frame, and my own gaze trails down. “I supposed you heard what happened to Mayor Shaw last night?”
“I saw it on the news. What happened to your leg?” I ask, changing the subject, and Norman favors his right leg heavily. “I’m about to have breakfast, so make it quick, Long.”
“Not gonna invite me in to sit?” He prods, and I roll my eyes before heading for the dining room. It allows me to grin happily to myself when Long can’t see it. Shit, Heather got him good! Right in the calf! “So, you saw it on the news, huh?”
