Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
“Yes.”
“Case closed. Now go on and get out of here at a reasonable hour tonight, Zoey. There’s no need for you to be working all hours of the night down there by yourself.”
His fatherly advice glances off my back, which is riled up with his dismissal of the information I shared.
“Sure.”
I hang up the phone and Blake frowns. “That’s it?”
“The county coroner can keep a file open,” I admit, “and leave a cause of death as unknown. But it’s not something to do without a good reason. This is a small county, not a big one where the ME is a whole separate department. Jeff’s going to want this file closed ASAP. He sure as hell isn’t going to help us.”
Blake nods but looks determined. “Looks like we’ve got some investigating to do on our own.”
* * *
Thirty minutes later, we’re driving in Blake’s car. The sun’s almost down, and even though we’re not speeding or anything, I feel like I’m hurtling uncontrollably into madness. “Tell me again how you talked me into this? I’m not Nancy Drew!”
Blake grins, all sure, calm, and collected, which irritates me. “Of course, you’re not. You’re Velma. Smart, sexy, and I bet you’d look fucking awesome in knee socks and nothing else.” His eyes scan down my body quickly before safely returning to the road, but it feels like he’s creating that very image in his mind.
“Oh,” I say, coming up short on a reply for that. What was I arguing about again? I’ve totally forgotten, lost in the sparkle in Blake’s eyes. And oh, God, when he lays his hand on my thigh and squeezes, I reach out and touch the wood-veneer again, closing my eyes as I whisper, “Don’t let him die before we have sex. Please, God.”
Blake chuckles. “Did you just pray for sex?”
I crack one eye open to glare at him. “No. I wished. It’s totally different.”
He nods his head with a cocky smirk. “If you say so. But now I wonder what you look like in a Catholic schoolgirl’s uniform.”
The joke calms me some and I ask again, for the tenth time, “Are you sure this is a good idea? What if she recognizes your car? Or you? Or me? Shit, I’m going to be Stalker Barbie next, aren’t I?”
Okay, maybe not calm, but slightly less hysterical.
“Yvette Horne has never seen my car. And even if she saw us driving by, there’s nothing that says two people can’t drive down the road together. It’s only suspicious if you make it suspicious.”
I nod, singing a TikTok song under my breath, “Don’t be suspicious . . . don’t be suspicious . . .”
I guess it doesn’t work because Blake squeezes my thigh again, ordering me, “Relax. Breathe. We’re just two people out for a drive.”
“A drive. Just a drive. I can do that.” I nod, but my back is still ramrod straight until Blake turns that squeezing into a massage, working his way up my thigh and back down to my knee. Up and down he goes, over and over, and of their own volition, my legs spread a little more as my breathing ratchets up. The next pass, he pauses high on my thigh, his pinkie teasing at my core. Even through the layers, it feels amazing, bringing all my focus to a singular point between my legs.
Oh, God, he’s ‘jilling’ me off in the passenger seat of his car . . . and I fucking love it.
“We’re almost there,” Blake whispers huskily, and I am.
So close.
I hum in agreement, biting my lip. “Mmmhmm.” Yes . . . just a few more strokes . . .
“I meant to Horne’s house,” Blake says, a smile in his voice. I whimper, swallowing back my desire and forcing my eyes, which I didn’t even realize had closed, to open to find us driving down a smooth, well-paved, two-lane road in Williamson County.
It’s Horne’s subdivision, twenty or so houses, each with an acre or two between them and the neighbor. But they’re set up close to the street, with fenced-in front yards and large expanses of back yards. Last time I was here, the street had been dotted with cars.
Now, it’s empty and quiet.
The orgasm, which had been close enough to taste, retreats, at least temporarily. “That one,” I say, pointing at the Horne house. It looks much the same as the last time I was here, a cute ranch-style house with nothing on the exterior giving a hint to the death inside.
“Duck!” Blake snaps, grabbing behind my neck and shoving me toward his crotch.
“What?” I snap right back, squirming against his hold.
But all it does is rub my cheek up against his cock. His very thick, very hard cock. I freeze when I feel it jump. “Blake?”
He doesn’t take his eyes from the road, I can see that much as I look out of the corner of my eye, but his thumb gently caresses my cheek.