LustUndone (21 page)

“You decide to throw everyone out and close early?” she
asked Clint as he came in. “I’m flattered that I’m worth giving up all that
business for.”

He cupped her head and kissed her, hot, wet and deep before
stepping back to take off his clothes.

“Not that I wouldn’t do it in a heartbeat,
chere
,” he
grinned. “But Frayne Beaufort’s been working The Crown weekends for Frenchy
since he got laid off. We know him and trust him. He’ll close up.” His gaze was
hot as it traveled the length of her body. “Take the nightshirt off, Sophia,
and let me see your body. I’ve been fantasizin’ about it all day and I’m harder
than an oak tree.”

She pulled the nightshirt off and tossed it onto one of the
chairs then stood there bathed in the lamplight. Clint removed his boxers and
then he was naked, too. Her eyes went immediately to the glorious hard-on he
was sporting.

“Told you,” he grinned. “Been like that all day. Now come
here.”

She stepped into his arms. He bit her ear before murmuring,
“Logan and I are going to head out earlier tonight and I didn’t want to miss my
time with my
bebe
.”

This kiss was much longer than the first one, and hotter
yet. His tongue plunged and probed, gliding across her own small one. He drank
from her, ate at her, heating her from the inside out. Her body automatically
softened for him and she melted against him. The thick length of his cock
pressed against her, imprinting its heat against her skin.

Clint’s hands moved up and down her back, caressing her
spine, sending shivers skittering over the surface of her skin. His mouth slid
away from hers and trailed across her cheek to her ear where he licked the
shell and nibbled on the lobe. Then a line of wet kisses down the column of her
neck, down, down until he reached a breast and pulled a stiff nipple into his
mouth.

Sophia clutched at his arms, trying to hold herself steady,
but the riot of sensations rushing through her, ratcheting up her pulse,
releasing more cream in her pussy made it nearly impossible for her to stand.

Clint slid his hands down to cup her ass and lifted her,
pulling her body into his. She wound her legs around his waist, locking them at
the ankles. Her head fell back and she arched herself, giving him greater
access to her nipples and breasts. He took full advantage, working one nipple
until it was hot and swollen before turning his attention to the other. His
tongue was a live wire, licking and tasting her, his lips hot as they closed
around her flesh.

Still clasping her to him with his hand beneath her
buttocks, he moved the few steps to the bed and lowered her to the mattress,
following her down. His body was hard and strong against hers, his touch
demanding and gentle at the same time. Kneeling between her outspread thighs,
he moved his mouth down the soft skin of her tummy through the nest of curls to
unerringly home in on the hot bud of her clit.

His big hands held her thighs apart as he pulled and sucked
on the bundle of nerves, the pulse in her womb pounding like a jungle drum, her
nipples aching for the feel of his hot mouth again. She writhed beneath the
onslaught of the multiple erotic feelings he loosed within her, firing her
blood and ratcheting up the beat of her heart.

Clint lifted his mouth fractionally and blew on her heated
flesh, the whisper of air stimulating every single nerve.

“Please,” she cried out. “I want you.”

“I want you, too,
chere.
Right now. Are you ready for
me?” He slid two fingers into her throbbing cunt and his low chuckle vibrated
against her body. “Oh,
mon dieu.
You are so very wet. I’m going to fill
this sweet cunt with my cock and fuck you blind.”

He bit lightly on the tip of her clit before sliding off the
bed to find a condom. Then he was back, sheathed and ready. He lifted her legs,
bent them back at the knee, positioned himself at the entrance to her body and
drove in with one swift thrust.

His thick shaft stretched her to the limit. Even after three
nights of incredible sex, her body still needed to adjust to him each time.
Lowering her legs, she pressed her heels into the mattress and lifted herself,
tilting her body to take him even deeper. The head of his cock bumped against
her womb, triggering a shower of electricity sizzling through her.

“Gotta do it now,
bebe,
” he growled.

He drew back once, thrust forward and pumped into her, hard
and fast. Balancing himself with one hand, he insinuated the other between
their bodies, found her clit and stroked it. Rubbed it. Massaged it. Lust
surged in hot waves as her climax spiraled through her. Clint pumped harder,
rubbed faster, and in an explosion of blazing heat they climaxed together,
spinning out, all else ceasing to exist except the shattering spasms gripping
their bodies. His cock pulsed inside her again and again, her pussy clamped
around it, milking him. Everything in her focused on the intensity of the
tremors ripping through their bodies.

Finally, spent, Clint let himself fall forward, catching
himself on his arms so Sophia didn’t have to bear the full brunt of his weight.
Her cunt continued to throb around him with the aftershocks rippling through
her. It seemed forever to her that they lay like that, hearts crashing against
each other, lungs savagely dragging in air. The sweat of incredible sex gluing
their bodies together.

Clint rolled to the side, taking Sophia with him, his cock
softened but still inside her.

“I think you’ve bewitched me,” he murmured, his breathing
still uneven.

She gave a breathy little laugh. “I hope so, because I
definitely think you’ve cast a spell on me. This—us—what’s happening between us
is so much more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before in my life.”

“Me too,
chere.
Me too.” He kissed her mouth, her
cheeks, her eyelids. “When this is all over we got some serious talkin’ to do.”

“You realize we hardly know anything about each other,” she
pointed out.

“We know most of the important things. We have something
very special going here. A connection. It’s either there or it’s not, and with
us, it is. You know I’m a shifter. I know you work with a super-secret
organization hunting a killer devil beast most people think is only a legend.
You like hot sex.
I
like hot sex. And we fit together like two halves of
a puzzle. All the rest is just details.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“It can be, if we don’t muck it up. And I don’t intend to.”

Her smile was shaky but real. “Me, either.”

“Okay then. Now. I’ve got to get with Logan so we can head
out and see what’s what. I’ve got the same feeling you do about time running
out.”

He slid very carefully from her body and padded to the
bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he came back into the room he began
putting his clothes back on. Sophia knew the two men would find a place once
they got to the trees to stash everything so they weren’t walking around
outside the motel naked.

“I don’t know what time we’ll get back, but I’d sure like it
if you’d let me wake you up and come on back in.”

Sophia lay back on the rumpled pillows, feeling well
satisfied, and smiled at him. “Just knock on the door. I’ll be waiting for you.
But what about Frenchy? Don’t you have to get home for him?”

He shook his head. “He’s doing a lot better. Coming into the
bar really helped hm. I told him I might not be back until morning and he was
good with that.”

“Did he ask you where you were going?”

Clint laughed. “No, just gave me a shit-eating grin and told
me to enjoy myself.” That hot look came into his eyes again. “And I damn sure
am.”

He came over to the bed, knelt on the edge and gave her a
hot, open-mouthed kiss. “You keep these sheets warm for me, okay,
chere
?”

“You come back in one piece.”

As soon as he was gone she jumped out of bed, turned the
deadbolt and threw the chain then crawled back under the covers. Pulling one of
the pillows to her face, she inhaled Clint’s musky scent. He was right. They
did
have something very special, something that had come at them like a
thunderbolt. She just hoped they could hang on to it.

And she hoped he and Logan found the devil beast before
another body turned up.

* * * * *

The three of them were having coffee in Sophia’s room at
eight thirty, reading the stories in the local paper Logan had picked up in the
motel lobby, when her cell phone rang.

“It’s Bobby,” she said, looking at the caller ID. “What’s
up?” she asked.

“We’ve got another one.” His voice sounded tired. “You want
to come take a look? Rebecca’s already on her way.”

“Give me the address and we’re on our way.”

“What is it?” Logan asked.

“Another body. I didn’t ask Bobby for details, since his
opinion of the bodies and ours are slightly different. But we need to get out
there.”

“Shit. The staties will have to issue another statement and
the media frenzy will explode.”

Sophia grimaced. “Don’t remind me.”

Clint drained his coffee cup and threw the empty in the
wastebasket. “I’ll let you guys get going.” He wrote something on the top sheet
of the pad of paper on the nightstand, tore it off and handed it to Sophia. “My
cell number. You call me when you know what’s going on. Please.”

“I will.”

Then, deliberately ignoring Logan’s presence, he wrapped her
in his arms and kissed her until the soles of her feet were hot. “You take good
care of yourself out there,
chere.
Talk to you in a while.”

His truck was just pulling out of the lot when Logan and
Sophia walked out of her room.

“Thanks for not commenting on…well…you know.”

“Your business is your own,” he told her, cranking the
engine. “And you never let personal stuff interfere in business. Besides, I
like the guy. And he’s in a position to help us out.”

“Yes. He is.”

“And it doesn’t bother you that he’s…well…”

“A shifter?” she finished. “Not a bit. Not after living with
all of you for so long.” She managed a tiny smile. “It practically seems normal
to me by now.”

Logan chuckled. “Good to know.”

“I’m not sure if I want this latest kill to be an attack by
the devil beast or not,” Sophia mused. “If it isn’t, that means Bobby really
does have a killer running around. If it is, that mean it’s still eluding us
and there’s still an unsuspecting victim out there. From what he said and the
way he sounded, I have a sick feeling this is a Chupacabra victim. And we’re
running way behind the curve.”

“There’s just so damn much area to cover.” His voice was
laced with frustration. “It’s like trying to bail the ocean with a teaspoon.”

Just like at the Warrens, the driveway at Bradley Howard’s
was lined with Maine State Police cars. Crime scene tape had been strung in a
wide area surrounding the garage. Inside the tape they saw Bobby standing with
Scott Mooney and Rebecca. Orange markers ringed the body and the crime scene
techs were photographing and measuring. The medical examiner was kneeling
beside the body and two other detectives were standing outside the tape.

Rebecca looked up as their car doors slammed and motioned
them forward. One of the troopers on post outside the tape lifted a section for
them to duck beneath.

The moment Sophia saw the corpse she knew it was another
copycat. Someone was being very clever in their kills but it was impossible for
a human to absolutely duplicate the Chupacabra kill. At least, not without a
lot of time and the proper equipment. The cut down the length of the body was
once again too clean, the puncture marks too precise. And most of all, not all
of the blood had been drained. There were still small pools of it in the
cavity. As well, there were traces of it in the snow around the corpse.

“It’s not our beast.” The words were out of her mouth before
she could stop herself.

Bobby had been watching the medical examiner at work on the
body. His head jerked up. “What are you talking about?”

“I told you the same thing at Elaine Warren’s. The cut is
too precise.” She pointed. “It looks like it was made with a sharp instrument
rather than a claw. And look at that blood? The Chupacabra never leaves any of
the blood.” She looked up at him. “Remember Darrell Franklin’s body? Not a drop
of blood around.”

“I think you’re making too much of that,” he told her. “I’d
say with these last two bodies the killer was in too much of a hurry. Or maybe
something interrupted him. Remember, we speculated Harland Warren had come home
and frightened off whoever it was only too late to save his wife.”

“Bobby, if we go back to the barracks and you let me put
pictures up on the big screen to compare, you’ll see the difference.”

He shoved his gloved hands in the pockets of his jacket.
“We’ll see. I just think you’re on the wrong trail here. That’s why I wanted
you to see the body.”

“No.” She tamped down her anger. “I think
you
are,
tying these last two killings to the Franklin one.”

“Sophia.” His face was set in stubborn line. “I’ve got three
dead bodies in less than a week. That tells me I have a homicidal maniac on my
hands and he seems to be escalating.”

“Have you checked into the Warrens?” she asked. “To see if
anyone could suggest something might be wrong in their marriage? He could be
taking advantage of this situation to get rid of his wife.”

“And what about this body? What does Bradley Howard have to
do with Elaine Warren?”

“I don’t know, but you might want to find out.”

“We talked to people at the hospital after Elaine was
murdered,” he pointed out. “There was nothing anyone could tell us. Her
coworkers said she seemed a lot more subdued lately but that doesn’t
necessarily mean anything. No one was stalking her. She hadn’t had a problem
with anyone at the hospital.”