Revelation: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series) (38 page)

“Holy shit,” she said in surprise. 

“At some law firm there.  He’s been there for
a couple of years.”

It was probably time for her to come clean.  “This is all making sense now.  Because,” she paused, waiting for him to blow, “coincidentally, I bumped into him the other day at a coffee shop right by work.”

“Really,” he said calmly, but his eyes were anything but.  “I don’t think there was anything coincidental about it.  In fact it wouldn’t surprise me if he did a search on you right after seeing you and found out where you worked.”

She could see Scott doing that, too.  Mike continued with his probing.

“What did he say to you when you saw him?”

“Typical ‘asshole’ stuff.”  She shrugged it off.

“Like?”

“I took care of it, Mike.  Don’t worry about it.”

“Of course you took care of it.  I would expect nothing less.  But I still wanna know what he said.  It’s a boyfriend’s prerogative.”

She smiled at the label he
used and felt all fluttery inside, but then rolled her eyes and snickered at the comment.  “It was nothing, really.  Just some comments about my choice of said boyfriend and how he thinks I’ve changed in the last few years.”

Mike nodded.  “And?”  He waited.  “I know there’s more.”

She shrugged, wondering how much she should share.

“Did he hit on you?  Say something nasty?  What?”

“Yes and yes.”  She played with his hair, trying to calm him.  It wasn’t working.  Deep inside, she loved the fact that he was so protective.  Who would’ve thought he could pull that side out of her?  A woman who liked to be taken care of by a strong man…she never would’ve guessed it of herself.

“Are you gonna tell me what he said?” he asked, not letting it go.

“Are you gonna go beat him up, or something?” she chuckled.

“Maybe,” he muttered.

She laughed louder.  “Then no, I’m not gonna tell you what he said.  It’s done, anyway.  He can’t hurt me.”

That got his back up.  “Did he say he was going to?”

“No, Mike.”  She touched his lips then kissed him.  “Shh,” she said against his mouth.  “Calm down.”

“I wanna know what he said, Em.”

“Geez, you’re like a dog with a bone.”

He shrugged.  “It runs in the family.  All of the men…Jem, me, my dad.  We’re tenacious.  Hell, so’s Janie for that matter.”  He gave her a determined look.  “And you haven’t waylaid me.  So, start talkin’.”

She sighed, choosing her words carefully.  “He implied that choosing a man of your size for a boyfriend, who ‘took control’ of things which is how he saw it when we bumped into each other at the club, was different than what I would’ve been comfortable with a few years back.  So, now that I apparently like to ‘give up some control’ as he put it, he would be happy to, shall we say, exert some over me in the bedroom if I was ever interested.”

Mike was just staring at her.  The only movement on his face was his tongue running itself over his teeth.  Like he was thinking.  Strategizing.  Calculating.

“Mike,” she warned.

“Yes?” he asked innocently.

“You asked me to tell you and I did.  Now, I want you to leave it.  It’s done.”

“Did you say anything in response?”  He barely let her answer before he said, “Of course you did.  Please tell me you knocked him on his ass.  Please, Em.”

“I told him that if he touched me again, I would tear his nuts off.  And that he knew I could.”  She smiled, proud of herself.

“Good.”  Then, “He touched you?” 

She pressed her lips in annoyance, but again preened deep inside under his protectiveness.

“Cro-Magnon man needs to go back into his cave, Mike.”

“When did he touch you and where?”

She plastered her chest onto his and rubbed into him, wrapping her arms more tightly around his neck and snuggling him.  “It was no big deal.  When I was leaving, he stopped me from leaving by putting his hand on my arm.  It was nothing.”  She bit down on his earlobe.  “Let it go.”

“For now,” he murmured.  He held her tight, his arms around her back underneath her sweatshirt.  “And the stepfather, Vincent Strover.  Let’s talk about him for a sec.”

She groaned, “Why?”

“Rene told us what he was like at your meeting.”

“Yeah, he was definitely something.”

“I did a check on him, too.”

“Good.  Did you find anything?”

He shrugged a little.  “Maybe something, but I’m not sure yet.  I was looking for complaints from the wife, hospital visits, that kind of thing and there was nothing.  But I got sidetracked because several years ago, there was an engagement picture of him and a former fiance from back in Chicago, which didn’t end in marriage because,” he paused looking at her, “when I did a search on the fiancé, her last known address was Chicago, but she doesn’t live there anymore.  Never renewed her license or anything like that.”  He let that sink in.  “The only living relative was a cousin, who when I called said she’d hadn’t heard from her in years.  The cousin lives out in Washington State and said they weren’t close, but when she sent her a Christmas card years ago, it came back and her number apparently changed.  I asked what she knew about Strover and she said absolutely nothing.” 

His eyes narrowed and were looking off to the side.

“So,” he continued, “there’s that.”  His tone was dry. 

“Huh.  That is very interesting,” she said slowly.  “What’s your gut tell you?”

“Nothing good.”

“Me either,” she murmured, her mind going in a million different directions.

“I was gonna start looking under the wife’s maiden name at the hospitals but that was pretty much when I started drowning my sorrows in a bottle of JD.”

She smirked and rubbed her lips over his.  “No more sorrows to drown, Detective.”

“Definitely no more sorrows,” he whispered, touching her. “Your skin is so smooth.  I love how it feels,” he whispered into her mouth.  “Let’s just be lazy today, take off all of our clothes and stay in bed, watch movies and eat bad food.  Whattaya say?  You can kick me out tomorrow when you leave for work.”  He paused as if remembering something.  “I gotta pick up my bike.  It’s at
Cal’s.
”

An excitement bubbled up inside her.  “I’ve got good news,” she said in between kisses.

“Ooh.  What is it?”  He was kissing her neck.

“I don’t have to go into work tomorrow.”

His head shot up and he looked like a little boy who just found out he was getting a shiny new bike.  “You don’t?”

She shook her head slowly in the negative, giving him a seductive look.

“You mean I can keep you in bed all day tomorrow, too?”

She nodded yes, allowing more heat to reach her eyes.

“Oh, baby.  That might be the best news I’ve heard since the last best news I heard an hour ago when you told me you loved me.”

She giggled.

“Did you just giggle?” he teased with a look of shock.  “You only giggle when you’re drunk.”

“I know. I’m losing my touch.”

“Don’t worry, baby.”  He kissed her nose.  “You’re still scary.”

She giggled again then laid a big juicy kiss on him.  “Shut up and kiss me.  I wanna make out.”

“Yay,” he breathed into her mouth as his claimed hers.  His arms left her back and came around her body allowing his hands to skim up her ribcage where he cupped her breasts and proceeded to pluck her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.  “You like when I touch your nipples.”

“Mm, hmm.”  Her eyes were closing.  She rolled her hips into his, feeling the wetness and the throbbing beginning to build between her legs.

“What else do you like?” he murmured against her neck, his fingers still working their magic.

“Everything you do to me.  Everything you want to do to me.  Everything you’re going to do to me.  I like it all.  And I don’t know what it is, but all I ever want to do when I’m with you,” she said holding his face, then leaning forward to nip at his bottom lip, “is bite you.”

“Yeah?” he nipped back.  “Where?”

“Everywhere.”  She was now nibbling at his neck.

“Don’t let me stop you.”

And he didn’t, as she made her way down his body pulling off her sweatshirt then his shirt.  She was finally on her knees between his legs where she worked him out of his jeans.  When the evidence of his arousal stood proudly before her, she wasted no time and put her mouth around him sucking him in deep.

“Shit,” he exhaled.  His hands dug into her hair while she kissed and sucked, bit and nuzzled.  She loved rubbing her teeth over the tip of his cock to see it jump.  It jumped even before she nipped him when she merely bared her teeth.

She thought of Pavlov’s dogs and smiled around his cock then wrapped her mouth around him again and stroked his balls.

“You do this really well, baby,” he breathed out on satisfied sigh.  “I don’t wanna know where you learned it.”

“Are you sure about that?” she asked looking up at him with a twinkle in her eye.

“It better not have been with the Dickless Wonder.”

“I like romance novels.  The steamier the better,” she whispered against him then took him in her hand to squeeze.  “Never let them say that an inexperienced woman can’t learn how to pleasure her man by reading those things.” 

“I’ll never say it.  You keep reading, Hot Lips,” he smiled and touched the corner of her mouth.  When she nibbled the side of his penis and then sucked on the tip, he groaned.  “What else have you learned?”

She answered by putting him fully in her mouth and pushing him in as far as he would go then she swallowed around him, her tongue undulating against his shaft.

He let out a shaky breath and she looked up at him with her mouth still filled with him.  His eyes were glazing over so she took another pull on him, swallowing him deeper, breathing slow and steady through her nose so she wouldn’t gag around him.  She relaxed her throat and felt him slip farther in.

“God, Em,” he groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair while his hips pushed into her.  “
Fuck
.  This won’t take long, Em.  It’s too good,” he said, his hips picking up speed.  He reached down and fondled her breasts, letting his palms scrape against her nipples.  Then he grasped each nipple between his fingers and twisted them, gently applying a small amount of pressure.

She couldn’t hold back her own sound as she moaned around him.  He pushed into her mouth faster, hitting the back of her throat and she let her teeth scrape him lightly as she sucked and swallowed. 

“Ah,
Em
,” he growled, indicating he was a second or two away.  Then he exploded into her mouth.  She swallowed as the salty evidence of his climax filled her; she was ravenous for him while he continued pulling on her nipples making her more and more crazy with lust.  She needed release, desperately.  She swallowed every last drop he had to offer then couldn’t hold back her own growl as she climbed back up his body, her moves frenzied. 

She knew he needed time to recover but she couldn’t wait any longer, so she nipped at him, savoring that one stomach muscle she loved so much.

He lifted her and tossed her onto her back on the sofa then tore off her Yoga pants along with her panties. 

“What do you want, Em?” he said with a dangerous tone.  “You want a little of this?”  He pushed her down then sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting down lightly on the tip.

She nearly shot up off of the sofa, pushing her breast into his mouth and pulling at his hair.  “Yes!  Hurry!”

He hummed around her while plucking at her other nipple then twisting.  He released his mouth from her breast and replaced it with his fingers then began biting at her torso.

“Gah,” she sounded, garbled moans and incoherent noises escaping her.  She was lost on the sensations and she needed him to fuck her.  “
Now
, Mike,” she begged.

“It’s a good thing you don’t have work tomorrow, Em, because I’m gonna fuck you ’til you can’t walk,” he said, sucking at her skin and moving farther down her body.  “Is that what you want?” he growled, his movements becoming more and more aggressive. 

“Yes,” she gasped.

He pushed her knees back with his forearms so she was spread wide.  His teeth grabbed at the skin only inches from her slick opening.  She gripped at his hair to pull him closer to where she wanted him.  Where she needed him.

“Put your hands under your back,” he commanded in a rough voice.  “Do it.”

The dominance in his voice caused a ripple of desire to pass through her so strong that she seriously thought she would combust right then and there.  She worked her hands under the small of her back, her elbows bent.

“Don’t move them.  I swear if we were at my place, I’d have you cuffed to my bed for the rest of the day.  Thirteen days,” he said through clenched teeth then bit on the other side of her wet inner thigh.  “Thirteen days you made me wait.  Do you know what you did to me?  Do you?”

He sounded tortured.  Hurt.