Serial Love: Saints Protection & Investigation (14 page)

She suddenly reared back, her orgasm rushing over her sending electric sparks outward in all directions as her slick pussy walls grabbed his fingers.

“Ride it out, baby,” he whispered, allowing her body to respond and then slowly come down off her orgasmic high.

Her eyes fluttered open to find his staring straight into hers as he slipped his fingers out of her wetness and brought them to his mouth, sucking deeply on them. She could not have looked away if her life depended on it. The sight of this gorgeous man sucking her juices off his fingers, after giving her the best orgasm of her life, had her mesmerized. And they had not even gotten to using his dick yet, which made her wonder if she would die from orgasmic overload when that happened.

He then leaned in and kissed her, soft and gentle, but allowing her to taste her essence on his lips. Pulling back slightly, he said, “I want to take you out. On a real date.”

“I’d like that. Very much,” she breathed.

“You say when, ’cause you need to have Sally with Ann.”

“She can come whenever,” Bethany answered with a smile.

“Tomorrow too soon?” he asked.

Giggling, she replied, “No, I’d love to see you then.”

The sound of an alarm rang and she startled. Trying to move off of his lap quickly she became a tangled mess of arms and legs waving in the process.

“Babe, it’s okay,” he assured, standing and placing her feet on the deck. He assisted her in zipping her shorts back up while she jerked her bra and shirt into place.

“What was that?” she asked, looking around.

“I’m afraid I let time get away from me and my team is coming in for our scheduled meeting.”

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “I have to get out of here. I can’t let them see me.”

“Babe, slow down. You’re fine. They’ve already met you. They’re gonna know you’re here when they see your car in front of the house. Plus they’re the ones who wanted me to pull my head outta my ass about you anyway.”

“But I look a mess,” she said, her hands worrying over her hair trying to smooth it down. “We look like we’ve been messing around and oh—” she cut off, her wide eyes searching his with fright.

“What, baby?”

“Can they tell that I’ve just…um…you know?”

He threw his head back, laughing. “I promise you the only thing they’ll be thinking is how beautiful you are and how I’ve claimed you so that none of them had better be flirting.”

He adjusted his cock, willing it to behave and snagged her hand to head back inside just as the others were on the front porch. He threw open the door, seeing them all standing around instead of entering. With a questioning expression on his face, he said, “You all usually just come in.”

Cam came in first, spying a very nervous Bethany standing by the kitchen counter. After one look, it was clear that their boss had definitely been getting busy with the pretty neighbor.
Good. ’Bout time!

He walked over to her, throwing out his hand in greeting. “Hey. I’m Cam.”

Luke walked by Jack and said, “Saw you had company. Didn’t want to…um—”

“Got it,” Jack bit out, wanting to spare Bethany any embarrassment.

Luke introduced himself to her as well. She looked shocked as five other men came in, each greeting her with smiles.

Bart, Marc, Chad, Monty, and Blaise.
I know I saw them when Gram wandered over here, but I must not have been paying attention. Jesus, they’re all gorgeous!
Her eyes nervously sought Jack’s and she smiled when she saw them latched onto hers. The other men were stunners, but only Jack made her heart race.

“God, what smells so good?” Bart asked, sniffing the air. Cam, standing closest to the kitchen counter, lifted up the aluminum foil.

“Peach cobbler!” he exclaimed. Their eyes all turned toward Bethany.

“I…made…I mean, Gram and I made some…for all of you…to um…thank you for helping. And for last night…the um…fight.” Suddenly nervous again, she relaxed when she felt Jack’s arm around her shoulder pulling her in tight.

“Men, make yourselves at home like you normally do while I walk Bethany to her car.” He stopped and glared back at them, “And if I come back and the cobbler’s gone? There’ll be hell to pay.”

The men all laughed and watched as Jack started toward the door with her.

“Beautiful, remember to get Sally to watch Ann tomorrow night.”

Taking Jack’s hand, they walked out to her little car, now dwarfed between four other large SUVs and pickup trucks. He opened the door for her but stopped her from entering. He pressed her between his body and her car, leaning down to capture her lips.

Giving into the pleasure once more, she groaned and he wanted nothing more than to toss the guys out, forget the mission, and carry her up to his bed.

“It’s fine,” her voice broke into his thoughts.

He leaned down and touched his forehead to hers. “I’m fuckin’ sorry, babe. I so wish I didn’t have this meeting right now.”

“Jack, it’s not forever. It’s just for now. You call me when you can and I’ll let you make it up to me, big boy,” she teased, pressing her hips into his crotch.

Eyes wide, he said, “Oh baby, you’re gonna pay for that.”

“Promise?” she whispered, kissing his throat.

“Guaranteed.”

With that, he swatted her ass as she climbed into her car and watched her drive away, determined to find a way to make his life work with a white-picket fence.

A
fter polishing off
the cobbler, each pleased that she had made enough to feed eight large men, they relocated down to the command center.

“Glad to see you changed your mind about the lovely Ms. Bridwell,” Blaise commented, patting Jack on the shoulder.

“Gotta say, I’m nervous as hell, but…well…I’m glad too,” he responded with a nod to his men.

Settling around the table with their tablets once again in front of them and Luke at the controls for the information presented on the screen, they began their reports.

Bart stated, “Cam and I checked on the autopsy reports and interviewed the people who found the last three girls. Got some details on the cuts on the bodies.”

Luke flashed the gruesome photographs on the screen, as Bart continued. “No one’s made any identifications with the lacerations. They appear to be random slicing of skin, in no particular order and no obvious message. But when we interviewed the first doctor who did the autopsy on Sheila Carlson, he mentioned he had been standing at her side while his assistant was at her head looking down on the body and in toward her feet. He said the assistant made the comment that it almost looked like arrows in the direction of her genitals toward her throat.”

Cam continued, “The doc said that they’d already taken pictures so he wasn’t all that interested in his assistant’s comments, but it was something that stuck in his mind. Later he looked at the photographs, but he didn’t get that feeling at all. He mentioned it to the FBI who also have not seen anything obvious in the cuts.”

Monty said, “Even though the FBI haven’t latched onto that, I brought it to the attention of Shirley. She said it could be significant. We know the victims were alive when first tortured and were raped. If the killer obsesses over the genitals first, then makes his way up the body, with a throat slash last to actually kill, that would support a killer who’s driven by sex.”

“I thought most killers motivated by sex would go for hookers or hitchhikers or something like that,” Blaise commented.

“Not necessarily. Some do go for prostitutes,” Marc answered, “but they can also spend time scoping out their victims.”

“So, the ones who go for prostitutes may just be prowling around looking for an easy victim. This guy seems to be stalking his victims first,” Chad added.

“Right, so who’s got the time and access to move around like this? Granted his field of operation is narrowing, but this takes some organization,” Jack surmised.

“Salesmen, anyone who travels for business.”

“College recruiters,” Cam added quickly. “They travel around to high schools and work on college campuses.”

Luke began to put in more information, saying, “That’s good. Keep going.”

“Yeah, but college recruiters only work for one college and they’re limited by geographical caseloads,” Chad remarked.

“Keep brainstorming,” Jack ordered. “We can eliminate later.”

The group continued to throw out ideas as the meeting went on. They added truck drivers, pilots, athletes, sportsmen, retail buyers, photographers, consultants, and the list kept going.

“Fuck, this is never-ending,” Bart growled.

Jack’s emergency number lit up and he took the call. The others watched carefully as his face grew hard. “Right. We’ll be there.”

Looking over his group, he reported, “A decomposed body has been found in the woods about a mile from Washington College. Preliminary says it could be Nola Talbot.”

“Who do you want on it, boss?” Marc asked.

“I’m going,” Jack replied. “Monty you coordinate with the FBI on this and I’ll take Chad and Blaise.”

“Boss,” Cam said softly. “Let one of us take the lead. You’ve got a date tomorrow night.”

Jack shook his head, a flash of regret in his eyes, before he growled, “No. I’ve got this. I need you, Bart and Marc to get to the other medical examiners and interview them personally. I want to know if anyone else had impressions about the cuts. None of the other girls’ cuts seemed to be in a pattern but find out if the sex to throat kill was something anyone else thought. Luke?”

“I know, boss. I’m working it.”

The group dispersed, each moving out to take care of business until they were ready to travel. Jack watched them leave and then made his way to the kitchen where he washed the cobbler dish. Sighing heavily, he made his call.

That evening as he, Chad and Blaise drove out, his thoughts were on the beautiful blonde. She had assured him that she understood and to call her when he got back into town. She even promised she would dress up for the occasion and get out of her jeans. He joked that he would not mind her being out of her jeans. Laughing, they hung up, but his heart was heavy.

As the night road passed them by, he forced his thoughts to the task tomorrow. Dealing with the decomposed body of another young woman.

*

He watched her
leave the library again. The last time, she had gone straight to the dorm, but tonight she met with a small group and they were walking in the opposite direction.
Where are you going, my pretty?
Following at a distance, his lip curled in disgust as they entered a bar. Adjusting his mustache, he paid the cover fee and walked into the dimly lit atmosphere. It was crowded and the loud, live music irritated him. To add to his agitation, he lost her in the crowd. Seeing stairs to the side, he made his way up and found an opening at the rail looking down.
Yes, there you are.
Her hands were raised above her head, her hips grinding to the beat of the music.
And that man, his dick pressed into your ass. I knew it. You all turn into sluts at some time.
He slid his hand discreetly down to his crotch, pressing his palm against his cock until it hurt.
You’re making me hurt, you little bitch.
He smiled slowly, continuing to massage himself to erection.
But your time’s coming. Then I’ll make you hurt.

*

Jack, Chad, and
Blaise watched as the medical examiner began his work on the body. There was little left after animals had devoured and dragged off several bones. Her right skeletal arm was intact and it was obvious—her right index finger was missing.

With little flesh left on the body, the medical examiner was unable to discern weapon of death, but the missing finger tied this into the same pattern as their killer. Jack, as the doctor was comparing the dental records to the teeth, stared at the remains.
No family. No parents to check with. Foster placement in high school.
Rage at a lone, young women whom life had already abandoned, in college trying to make something of herself only to end up on a slab in a medical examiner’s office—
Fuck!

“She’s Nola Talbot. Positive identification based on dental records,” the examiner stated definitively.