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He nods absently. “Coming inside you is my favorite thing in the world to do, Carina. It’s addictive.”
“Don’t get me going again, stalker. I need sleep.”
He laughs as I tug him toward the bathroom to shower.
I don’t know what the fuck my life will turn into in the next few weeks, or even hours, but I know that something about him is right. Something about us is right. And I don’t care what logical shit my brain tries to spin up in retort.
My stalker is my soulmate.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Gage
Sneaking out of Carina’s bed isn’t my finest hour, but the incessant buzzing of my phone in my pants on the floor is driving me insane. Closing the door silently behind me, I move into the hall. Dawn is cresting, and I know Trevor wouldn’t be calling unless it was something important.
“What, Trevor?” I whisper-yell into the receiver.
“I got some information for you about the girl you texted me about. Oh, and that Emery Stanner guy? Yeah, his father’s a genuine piece of work. Can you meet?”
Sighing, I look back at the door, as if I can see through the wood to gaze on my favorite thing to watch. But alas, I can’t.
“Yeah, let me get my clothes on. Coffee shop in thirty?” I ask.
“Mhm, that works. I’ll be there in ten, but I’ll order your latte and have it waiting. Some of this shit is wild. I don’t know what you’re mixed up in, man, but you need to be careful. And why are you whispering?”
I roll my eyes. “Mind your business.”
“Is there a woman with you? Did you finally get a girlfriend? Fuck, man, it’s about time!”
Hanging up the phone, I can’t help the smile that tugs my lips upward. The shit that’s happened between Carina and me is fucked up. I’ll admit that. But it’s the best couple of days I’ve ever had in my life. Being someone with a checkered past of my own means I draw in like-minded people like bugs to a light.
Curiosity is building in me, making my heart race with anxiety to get to the coffee shop to find out what he found. Trevor can hack any system and find anything on anyone. I swear he could find dirt on the Pope.
I slip into my clothes and a groggy moan comes from Carina as she rolls over. Tigger prances in front of me, eyeing me as if he’s judging my being here in the daytime as I zip my pants.
Don’t judge me. You sleep with her all the time.
He turns his furry head and pounces onto the bed, prodding Carina with a paw to wake her for his breakfast.
“Tigger, go away!” she groans, shoving him off without even opening her eyes.
This is a part of her day I’m not privy to.
A car door slams, and I look out the window as Detective Dickhead rounds his patrol car. He opens his trunk and grabs his bag. When he turns and looks at the house, I don’t back away from the window. Instead, I let my gaze bore into him, hoping he can see me, hoping he can sense that he needs to stay the fuck away from what’s mine.
“Gage?” Carina whispers, the blankets shuffling as she crawls down the bed toward me.
And like that, detective shithead is forgotten, and I’m lured right back into the trap of the spider who wants to devour me whole.
“Good morning,” I tell her, leaning down and capturing her lips. The kiss is brief but enough to tell each other how much we enjoyed last night.
Fuck, there aren’t words to describe fucking her in a corner of the house only we two know about. She’d wanted me to cut her, and I’d wanted to. Shit, it was the forefront of everything I could think about. But flashes of everything I’d learned about her in those twenty-four hours beforehand stopped me. I never want her to view me like she does him.
No matter how sick and twisted the shit I want to do to her is, I won’t. Unless I’m certain it’s what she wants. I can never hurt her. She’s slowly becoming the other dark part of my soul. The part I was born without.
“Why are you dressed?” she asks, sitting up on her haunches and eyeing me warily. Her face says it all. She thinks I’m leaving after I got what I wanted. Which couldn’t be further from the truth. But what I am doing isn’t very admirable. I’m going to find out information on her and Emery, and I’m not going to tell her until I think it’s pertinent. I know how to do this This is my job.
“I’ve got to meet my business partner this morning. Work,” I tell her.
