Deadly Vision (12 page)

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Now put those pretty breasts down lower, so I can see more of you.”

Fallon moved, her ass pushing higher as her breasts grazed the dirt. Gil thought about offering his shirt to her, but he didn’t think he could spare the time to look for it. She’d tossed it away after practically ripping it off his back, and he didn’t want to spend one more second without his cock inside her.

He smiled as he scanned the vision before him. Fallon’s hair had pulled loose from its clip and now hung in long waves around her shoulders, the red hue shimmering against the white of her skin. Her back was long and lean with just enough muscle definition it looked feminine and sexy. He followed the line down to her waist, loving how it dipped in before splaying out at her hips. She wasn’t skinny or thin, but athletic and curvy, soft and strong, in an alluring paradox that made him want to jump inside her skin.

“That’s much better,” he whispered, easing forward, pushing just a bit more inside her. “Now I can see that beautiful ass of yours as I fuck it with my finger.” He pressed in, rubbing against the edge until he felt the head of his cock through the thin barrier or skin. “And here… damn, I can feel my cock begging to go deeper, baby.”

“Gil, you’re killing me. Please, just fuck me. I need you driving hard and fast.”

“Is this what you need?”

Gil thrust deep, claiming her sex in one hard movement. Fallon screamed his name as her pussy clenched around his cock, holding it inside, daring him to deny her the pleasure, the fucking she needed. Her ass felt like a vice as he moved his finger forward and reclaimed the hot hole, causing her back to bow and a primal wail to shatter the heavy air. She was gripped with pleasure, and he knew the time for teasing was over.

He pulled back, one last slow drag of his cock through her swollen tissues before slamming back in, slapping his sac against the soft flesh of her clit. Her body shuddered beneath him, his quick thrusts already sending her into orgasm. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard his little voice warning him, telling him to go gently, slowly. To make it good for her, but it seemed lost amidst the pounding of his blood and the driving urge to have her submit to him. To acknowledge his claim over her regardless of whether he could say the words she needed to hear.

“Damn. You feel so good.”

He moved in perfect rhythm, claiming her cunt with his cock then sinking his finger into her ass. She rocked against him, countering his thrusts, driving him deeper. Her hips were high, angling his shaft over the rough patch of skin he knew drove her crazy as he worked her higher, determined to see her explode again before he gave into the fire burning up his spine, pulling his balls so tight he wondered if they’d tucked inside him. She was close, but so was he.

“Come for me, Fallon. I want to see you come one more time before I pump my cum inside your pretty little pussy.”

“Oh God. Yes.”

Her words filled his head, shattering the last of his control. He pushed into her, once, twice, three times and them he came, his back bowing, his hand gripping her hip so tight he knew he’d see marks later, as he spurted inside her, filling her with his sperm, his mark. She clawed the ground, convulsing, until her strength seemed to fade and she went limp in his arms. He grunted through the last of his release, pushing into her three more times before the tension eased from his body, and he followed her to the ground, dragging her into his chest with a possessive curl of his hands.

She shuddered against him, moulding into the natural curve of his body. She looked tired and content, like a woman well pleasured and he smiled knowing he’d given her the rosy glow and half-lidded eyes.

“Think you can stand up?”

She laughed and looked back at him over her shoulder, stealing a few soft kisses as she shook her head in reply.

“Me neither,” he breathed, relaxing, content to just hold her in his arms. She was so warm and soft, despite the cool air and damp ground, and he realised he was holding everything that mattered to him in his arms.

He bounced the thought around in his head, trying to determine how to act on his revelation, when Fallon nudged him in the ribs.

“What’s that noise?”

Gil pulled her closer, his body primed, when he heard the faint sound of music vibrating in the air. He listened, finally recognising the song he’d earmarked for Wade. “Damn, it’s work.”

He rolled away, hating the loss of her heat the instant his body left hers, and picked through the scattered items on the ground. He found his pants a few feet away, and dug through the pockets. “Here.” He tossed Fallon her phone, loving how she was still sitting naked. She seemed confused and he felt a flicker of panic cool his skin. He couldn’t ignore the call, but their little meeting was far from over.

“I have to get this,” he warned, holding up his cell. “Why don’t you get dressed and warm yourself up. But stay put. Once I’m finished with Wade, you and I are going to have a chat.”

Gil turned away, feeling the need to give her a touch of privacy as he flipped the phone open. “This better be important.”

“What’s the matter, Gil, did I interrupt something? Busy giving it to Fallon— I mean, the phone to Fallon?”

“Cute. Now what’s up?” he asked, tugging his jeans up over his hips. He had to bite back a groan as the material brushed against his cock, pumping more blood into the shaft. Damn, now was not the time for another hard-on, especially if he was going to have to talk to Fallon. He didn’t need her to see how badly he really needed her.

“Nothing much. I just single-handedly figured out how our friend,
The Priest,
is calling your girl.”

“It might be wise if you didn’t let Fallon hear you describe her in those terms. Not if you want to keep all your body parts intact…” Though he had to admit, he liked the sound of it. “So what’s the story with the phone?”

“Well it seems that in the olden days…you know, when
you
first joined up with the Bureau…and cell phones weren’t quite the fashion statement they are now, they had a phone designated for CB calls. Anyone who had one could tune in a certain frequency and ring this phone in the centre. Of course, that technology is pretty old school, and most truckers and the like all have cells now, so they just dial 9-1-1 instead. But according to the records, the phone’s still connected as a backup measure.”

“That’s very interesting, and I appreciate the history lesson, but what has that got to do with Fallon. She’s using a cell, not a CB.”

“I was just getting to that part. Geez, Gil. Don’t take all the fun out of this. Anyway, it seems when Jane called Fallon that first night, she used the old CB phone to make the call. She said she didn’t want their conversation to be recorded. I took that to mean they were talking about sex. But apparently, in her efforts to get the damn thing to dial out, she inadvertently forwarded the line.”

“So when Fallon picked up…”

“Any incoming calls for that phone were sent on to her cell.”

“Wade, are you trying to tell me our serial killer is calling Fallon using a CB radio?”

“Maybe not a CB exactly, but some type of hand-held transmitter tuned to the old emergency frequency. Quite brilliant, really. Not only is his call not recorded, but it’s harder than hell to trace, especially now that it’s being forwarded to a cell. It’ll jump off a few repeaters in the process.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah. I just thought you’d want to know, so you can decide where we go from here.”

“Where we go?”

“Yeah, you know. Whether you want me to cancel the call forwarding so the calls come into the centre instead of going to Fallon’s cell.”

Gil frowned. He hadn’t really thought about that. It seemed more logical, but then his reason for seeing Fallon would disappear, and he’d have to face the reality of his feelings for her. Damn, it wasn’t a fair decision. He cursed under his breath and glanced back at Fallon over his shoulder just in time to see her ride into the trees, her bike barely visible in the growing dark.

“Damn it, Fallon! Fuck.”

“Everything okay?”

“What? Ah, shit.” He raked his fingers through his hair, scanning the ground for his T-shirt. Instead he found her cut up tank and his ripped pullover.
Great, she took my T-shirt.

“Hey, Gil? You still there? Do you want me to change the phone?”

“Just leave it the way it is. There’s no one at the centre better qualified to take the calls than Fallon, anyway. Besides, the bastard might not be too pleased if we make him talk to someone else. Better to keep Fallon on it. At least she’ll keep us in the loop.”

“And give you a reason to keep close tabs on hers…sounds like a good plan to me.”

“Wade…”

“Easy, Gil. I’m only teasing. I’ve heard nothing but great things about
your girl
since I got here. I was going to suggest we keep her involved as well.”

His girl.
Damn, he wished that were true. But he had a bad feeling she was going to be even less thrilled to see him next time. Maybe he needed to work on his technique, though he’d thought she’d been more than happy with his performance.

“Okay. I’ll head back over to the precinct and pick you up.”

“What, no plans?”

“Oh, I’ve got plans. Plans of heading back to the office to go over the new crime scene photos. We can pick up some Chinese on the way.”

“
We?
”

“I’ll be there in forty minutes. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Gil slammed the phone shut, and stared at where the trail wove down to the parking lot. If he hurried, he might be able to catch her before she drove off. But if he caught up with her, they’d have to talk, and he didn’t quite know what to say…yet.

“Okay, Fallon. I’ll let you go this time, but don’t think you’ll escape so easily the next time I’ve got you beneath me.” He smiled at the thought. “And there will be a next time, darling.”

Chapter Eight

Fallon sat by the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. She’d managed to strap her bike on the back of her Jeep and jump behind the wheel before the sky had opened up, and poured the tears she’d refused to shed. Even now she sat silently in the dark, her heart numb, her fingers clenched together on her lap. She tried to lose herself in the rhythm of the rain, knowing if she thought about Gil her control would snap, and she’d end up weeping on the floor. Or worse, she’d call his cell and beg him to fuck her again.

“Damn you,” she snarled, fighting the urge to throw the mug at her feet across the floor. She’d banished herself to the back window bench once she’d showered and paced the living room floor until she was sure she’d worn a path in the wood. What the hell had she done?

She sighed and leant her head against the glass. She’d spread her thighs wide and practically begged Gil to fuck her.

I want you to lick me until I come…I want you to fuck me until I can’t stand up.

She cursed the taunting voice in her head. Okay, so she’d begged. Either way it didn’t change the facts. She’d slept with him—
twice
—thrust her pussy into his mouth, felt his fingers stroke her ass, cried out as he’d pumped his cum inside her over and over…

Fallon gasped and sat up, kicking the mug across the cold wood. He’d come inside her, and he hadn’t used a condom.

“Oh God.”

She felt the world spin as the realisation rocked through her. She panicked not sure how she found herself staring at the calendar on the fridge. Somehow she’d moved, but she couldn’t remember the path to the kitchen. She frowned at the insignificant thoughts, brushing them away with a flick of her wrist as she scanned the dates. She’d had her period…

“Fuck!” She shook her head, counting the days again. “Great. Just fucking great!” Her voice bounced off the cabinets, but didn’t care. She needed to yell, to scream at the injustice her life had become. For two years she’d taken the pill, faithfully ensuring their lives weren’t disturbed by any mistake either of them would end up regretting. But shortly after Gil’s departure, she’d developed headaches, and had stopped taking the damn thing at her doctor’s request.

At the time, it hadn’t seemed to matter. No sex, no problem. But now here she was, up the proverbial creek without a paddle. Sure, she wanted kids, and the thought of carrying Gil’s child inside her made her knees weak and her stomach flip-flop. But they weren’t
together
. One romp in the hay, or two on the ground, wasn’t a relationship, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to use getting pregnant as a way of getting him back.

She sank down in a chair and tried a deep, soothing breath. Maybe she was one of those women who’d have to try for years to get pregnant? Maybe Gil and her weren’t a good match, genetically speaking? Maybe…

The feeling came upon her in a sudden rush of grey. It moved through her, extinguishing all thoughts and feelings. She fell forward, her hands instinctively bracing her fall, as the invisible cloud surrounded her, drawing her into its elusive mist. She struggled at first, scared at what images would greet her on the other side, but finally relented when the fog blurred into solid form, the outline of an altar appearing before her. She knew where she was, even if she didn’t know which church it was. And she knew who had summoned her.