Trust Game (21 page)

Everett

Smirking, I do as Reese commands
. It’s exciting, but I can’t help but find her newfound bravery amusing, too. She nervously swallows as she reaches for the ties on her robe.

It drops to the floor, and I so
ak in the sight of her. Sensuous curves have my fingers itching to touch, and her ample breasts need to fill my mouth.

Hooking her thumbs around each side of her pink panties, she slips them off and
undoes her hair band. Lustrous strands cover her shoulders, wayward pieces sexy around her stunning face.

“Come here, Reese. I have to touch you–now.”

“Close your eyes, and place your arms to the side.”

“I want to
be able to see you when I touch you.”

“You’ll get to do more than see and touch me. Close them.”

She’s driving me insane, but I do it before feeling her climb onto the bed. She straddles me far up my chest, but something feels different.

The erotic touch of her hands as they slide down my thighs, past my knees and onto my shins has my dick twitching against my stom
ach, especially when I feel it wedged between her tits.
Holy shit
. What’s happening hits me about the time she speaks.

“Open your eyes.”

“Fuck. Yes. Baby.” Her tantalizing body is laying over mine, and I would love a side view, but I will take her ass in my face any day.

Desperate hands
clutch the side of her thighs before I’m yanking them to me. I breathe in the scent of her wet pussy before my tongue is on it.

Her whimpers are instantaneous as I give a long, languid stroke down the middle, spreading her open.
A primal urge is clawing at me from the provocative scent that is only intensifying from her wet juices being drawn to the surface.

The salacious, obscene images of what I want to do to her ass and pussy have me growling loud
ly, the insatiable craving steering me to the cusp of losing my restraint.

I find her cli
t, and my tongue begins flicking, I’m consumed with the desire to pleasure her when the feel of her mouth around my straining cock brings me back to the other part of this equation.

It’
s all too much to my senses, and I want to come from the erotic thoughts alone. The humming sensation from her moans increases the pleasure to my dick.

Her ass shoves farther back against me, and with another growl, I bury my face in her cunt, unleashing a fervent appetite, a need like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life.

My dick slips from her mouth as the pleasure I’m delivering seizes her ability t
o do anything other than scream my name. She groans after, in agonizing euphoria, from the overwhelming act of giving and taking.

H
er wet, hot mouth soon takes me in again, causing my own focus to falter briefly. She sucks me off, and I lick her mad until her hold shatters, moans vibrating against my cock.

I come apart as our bodies tense, m
y dick pulsing in her torrid mouth. I lap her up like a bear desperate for honey as the ecstasy charges through me.

G
roaning wildly, my fingers clench her skin, her body a lifeline from the lonely darkness. The cataclysmic force between us makes me want to scream both from fear and happiness. It’s inconceivable.

Reese rolls off onto her back and closes h
er eyes as we grasp for the same air. Her feet are by my head, so I pick up the closest one and kiss it.

“Holy hell, your tongue, and damn, an orgasm feels amazing in that position,” she says.

“You’re amazing, and it’s terrifying me.” It’s quiet for a few seconds before Reese is lifting her head from the bed to see my face.

“You’re not joking,” she says.

“No, I’m not. I thought I had a shred of control left to what was happening between us, but fancy face, you blew all that to hell today.”

Her hand r
eaches over and entwines with mine.

“I love you, and I’m scared
, but I trust you not to break my heart. I hope you trust me, too.”

Reese

After no luck scouring the internet for a Castle Clean and an unsuccessful call to information for a number, I take a break to think. How can I show absolute proof?

Going back over the reports and accounting software, I find that Krystal never put in an address for Castle Clean, and the number listed was out of service, likely bogus from the start.

Why would she … how could she do this to him, to his family? To Ev, this business is about so much more than money, and she had to know that.

This is a legacy to be passed on. It preserves the Casteel name
and is a sacred tie to his late father. How could she take any of that from him?

K
yle has been sharing an office with Holly, while she’s in training, so when she takes her lunch, I pad over. “Do you have a sec?”

“Yep. Did you figure something out?”

I shut his door, so no one can eavesdrop.

“Do you know where the W-9’s are kept? You know, the forms the businesses send in, giving their taxpayer identification number?”

“I have them in my file cabinet.” Kyle rolls over to it in his chair and opens a drawer. After flipping through a file, he hands it to me. “Here they are. Do you finally have a lead?”

I move closer to his desk.
“You said that Krystal was nervous about you helping her. Did she exhibit any other paranoid behavior such as getting angry if she thought anyone had been in her office or keeping everything locked up?”

“Oh, yeah. If one thing was moved in her office, she was pitchi
ng a fit. If Krystal wasn’t giving me something to do, then I steered clear of her.”

I rub my forehead as the impending doom lurks closer. “Um, do you know the name of the cleaning service Casteel uses?”

“Oh, Sarge’s wife, Sheryl, her sister and mom clean here on the weekends, but through the week, the duties like taking out the trash and sweeping are divided up between the store employees.”

My interest is peeked from this news.

“Does Sheryl’s sister and mom have a business name?”

“Yeah, they clean a lot of places.
It’s called Tucker’s Cleaning Service. That’s Sheryl’s maiden name.” Kyle nods toward the folder I’m holding. “There should be a W-9 in there for them.”

My
heart sinks. “Have you ever heard of a place called Castle Clean Supplies and Services?”

Kyle scrunches his forehead in thought.

“No, I’ve never heard of them.”

“You’ve been a tremendous help, Kyle, and
I think it’s awesome that you stuck it out after Krystal’s death and have put in so many hours since.”

He y
anks the pen he’s often chewing on from his mouth. “Thank you. I feel like the outsider around here, not being a Casteel, so I appreciate the praise.”

Back in my office, I look through the W-9’s, finding nothing for a Castle Clean.
Slumping down into my seat, I lean my head back and stare up at the ceiling.

Concentrating hard, I try
to come up with any possible explanation other than the extremely illegal one pounding in my brain.

I have to tell someone, so I can get copies of the checks cashed by Castle Clean. Everett was too trusting. All of the Casteel brothers, for that matter. Krystal had a damn stamp with his signature on it to sign checks, and no one was checking her work
.

I have no doubt she cashed them, but I need images to show
her signature on the back. I also need to find out what happen to that bank account she opened.

I’m becoming ill as I toss around ideas of how to gather more information and ultimately tell someone what I suspect.

Tears sting my eyes, and my heart drums hastily in my chest. If Krystal betrayed Everett, I don’t know what it would do to him. He could become untrusting of me and revert back to not wanting another woman in his life.

He’s
happy, so I should be positive and focus on what we’re building together, but I can’t shake this feeling of doom.

I need him right now, his arms wrapped around me
, holding me tight, reaffirming what I feel we have between us. Through his touch, his love invades me, and I have to feel it.

I tap on his door, and he tells me to come in.

“Since when do you keep your door shut?” I ask. He’s drawing on a sketch pad, and I love seeing him lost in his creativity.

“It’s less distracting when I’m focusing on a design.”

“Oh, then I’ll leave,” I say, not wanting to at all.

“No, please don’t go.”
Dropping his pencil to his desk, he gazes at me, his eyes appearing troubled. I shut and lock the door before I approach him.

As soon as I’m around his desk, he pulls me to him, lifting my feet off the ground and cradling me. My arms circle his neck before I bury my face against it and breathe in his manly scent tha
t reminds me of his peaceful property.

“What’s going on with you today?” he asks.

“I was going to ask you the same thing? You seem sort of down.”

Everett kisses my hair
and tightens his grip.

“
Our time together has been perfect. It’s extremely hard each day to return to work and have you so physically close but somewhere else mentally. I’m trying to give you space. If my door is shut, I hear you less, so it’s a little easier to accept.”

“You’re sweet, and when you’re pouting over me, it’s even sweeter,” I murmur against his skin.

Fingers comb through my hair, his touch relaxing and comforting … bringing me back to the present. Today it’s the future that’s threatening.

“I thought you hated it.”

“Never. I just didn’t know what to do about it in the beginning, but everyone knows we’re together and I’m glad. Now, I can do this.”

My lips stalk up his
neck and across his jawbone, feathering his cheek before I crash my mouth to his with abandonment.

Fingers move from my hair to the nape of my neck
. He presses them deep in my skin as he brings me to him, strengthening our kiss. My possessive Everett is returning to me, and I relish in it.

The part of me longing for security is desperate to be claimed by the strong and in control man who pushes me against walls and takes what he wants.

Coming up for air, he stares into my eyes as his fingers pinch harder against my neck.

“I can’t behave any longer. You’re going to ride me right here.”

“Yes, sir.”

Everett

I groan before slam
ming my lips to hers, giving a short but demanding kiss.

“Fuck, you have no idea what those two words do to me.”

She’s off of my lap swiftly and kicking off her shoes but slows as she strips off her jeans. I’m anchored to her fearless stare that divulges her desires. She’s longing to give herself to me in this office. Reese stands before me, still and in the moment as if we’re completely alone.

“What do you want me to do, sir?”

I clench my eyes shut and fight the animal wanting to escape. That word will be my undoing. Opening them, I admire her in a thin, white button up shirt, which is exposing her stiff nipples. She’s wearing silky green panties that stand out against her eyes.

“Tu
rn around,” I order. My jaw clenches and dick throbs as I look at her bare ass in a thong. “Remove your panties.”

“Yes, sir.” I suck in a breath as she pulls them down her toned legs. Leaning over to slip them off, s
he gifts me an unobstructed shot of her swollen pussy.

I unbutton my jeans and jerk them down to my knees, along with my boxers.

“Come to me.”

Reese turns and pads over
, her eyes looking below my waist. It takes all my restraint not to grab her when she reaches me.

“Str
addle my legs and stroke me.” The notable excitement swirls in her eyes as she does what I command. Her hand wraps around my dick firmly, yet her palm slides up and down with ease. I stop her after a few strokes.

“Reach down and spread yourself
open. Then, sink onto my cock.”

Her face flushes as her fingers reach down. Seeing her t
ouch herself has my dick twitching flush against my abs, ready to feel her around it. I help her as she moves up my legs and sinks onto me deeply.

Taking her hand she’d touched herself with, I suck on her fingers, her flavor making me want to burst inside her. She leans over and traces my lips with her tongue before she’
s probing my mouth.

I share her taste
as my hips thrust, burying as far as possible into the tight, wet space that is squeezing me closer to the edge. I move her hand between us.

“Rub your clit,” I say against
her lips. Straightening her body, she does it, and I watch the most magnificent sight as her eyes half close and tits bounce as air whips from her lungs.

When she comes apart before me, I cover her mouth with my hand to stifle h
er moans, her release bringing me to mine.

I’m bucking bene
ath her, trying to thrust in farther as the pleasure rockets through me. Grabbing both of her hips, I clutch them and bite down on her shoulder, trying to stop the loud groan fighting to escape.

Reese falls to my chest, allowing me to
wrap her up in my embrace. “I’m so in love with you.” I plant kisses all over her hair and breathe in her alluring scent. “And it’s not only because of the soul-shattering sex we create, fancy face. It’s due to much more.”

Reese wedges her arms around my back and clings to me. Her body is trembling, so I hold her snugly. She stays like this for a while, still seeming unaffected by the fact that we’re in the middle of a work day, and she’
s half-naked on my semi-hard dick.

She’s different today, letting go in a brave, daring way, yet she’s latched onto me tighter than ever. She’s working too fucking hard on this audit, and I believe it’s getting to her.

“Reese, baby, someone’s bound to knock on that door soon, and I’m worried you will panic then.”

She sits up
. “You’re probably right. I have to get to the bathroom fast. You said in the beginning that I’d come to your office begging. If you hadn’t have ordered me when you did, I would’ve been pleading.” She’s intense … serious.

“Reese, what’s wrong?” I ask as I smooth out her hair I’ve enjoyed messing up.

“I’m so in love with you, too, and I’m scared I could lose you.”

“Not happening. I can barely stay fifty feet away from you here.” I grin at her, and finally get a smile back. “I won’t let you backpedal, so don’t even think about it. Keep being my brave and daring, devilish, naughty girl. Oh, and I can handle more of the sweetness, too.”