“This is them?” I questioned Brutus, staring down at the file on my desk as we stood in my home office. It’d been three weeks since Kay had confessed everything about that shithead Michael Stephens. Since then, we’d spoken with a lawyer about how to proceed. We were going to Portland the following day because Kay had decided she was going to do an interview, to expose the bastard for what he was.
It ate me alive that he had the damn audacity to still be walking around, breathing as if he deserved to live. It took everything in me to hold back from going this alone and taking care of him myself. I had more than enough reach to hide his body so no one ever found him, nor trace his disappearance back to me. But I couldn’t do that to Kay. She needed to be able to confront the son of a bitch to get back what he stole from her. I knew that in my soul and it was the only thing keeping me from stepping over the line to becoming a murderer. The only thing. But that didn’t mean I would do nothing.
“That’s them. Ramirez and Waltz.”
I stared down at the three pictures of Stephens and two other officers. The two men in the picture had helped Stephens get away with his crimes. Ronaldo Ramirez was his partner. Jason Waltz had gone through the police academy with the both of them, though he was assigned to a different station. All three were on my hit list, but since I’d promised Kay I’d leave Stephens to her and the prosecutors, I went to work, getting Brutus to find out everything I needed to know about Ramirez and Waltz. I read over the file Brutus had given me. It told of where the two men hung out.
“Ramirez is getting married in a month.”
I snorted. “Too bad he won’t be making his own wedding,” I gritted out through clenched teeth. As far as I was concerned these pieces of filth were just as culpable for what happened to Kay as Stephens was. But the lawyer had already told us our case was against Stephens alone. She was sure she could get a prosecutor to bring charges against Stephens, and the hope was that Kay’s interview would encourage other victims to come forward.
But Ramirez and Waltz weren’t on the hook for anything, according to the lawyer. As far as proving the threats Ramirez made against Kay when he showed up at her door, it was her word against his. Waltz was the officer who’d taken her initial statement, and “accidentally” lost it. These two shitheads were mine.
“I’ve already got a guy on both Waltz and Ramirez. When we arrive in Portland, Kay will do her interview and meet with the prosecutors. I’ll make sure you are able to get away to rendezvous with these two, beforehand.” Brutus nodded at the pictures.
“See that you do.” I cracked my knuckles. I could hardly wait for that encounter.
“Hey.”
I looked from Brutus to my office door where Kay had just knocked and entered.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” Brutus stated as he quickly gathered the pictures and moved from my desk.
“You don’t have to leave because of me. I just wanted—”
“Yes, he does,” I interrupted, pulling her by the hand to me. I jerked my head for Brutus to shut the door on his way out.
“I wanted to see what you wanted for lunch. You skipped breakfast.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“Yes.”
I lowered my head and kissed her neck, causing a shiver. I grinned as I pressed her back against my desk.
“And it’s imperative that I eat, right?” I kissed the other side of her neck, then lifted her up to sit on my desk, legs splayed.
“Umhm.”
“Lunchisthe most important meal of the day.” I bent lower, glad that Kay had on one of her flowy skirts, granting me easy access.
“I think the saying is actually thatbreakfastis the most important meal of the day.” Her voice was breathless as I pushed her by the shoulder to lean back against my desk.
I had little concern for the few papers on my desk or whether it was breakfast or lunch.
“Either way, sweetheart, I’m about to eat until my heart’s content.” I gave her a crooked grin before latching my hand around the sides of the lace panties she wore and tugging them off of her.
“Josh!” she screamed and threw her head back when the first swipe of my tongue against her labia occurred.Damn.She tasted like fresh strawberries. My favorite fruit. I hiked her legs so they were in my favorite position—over my shoulders—and forced her to lay completely on her back, so that I could take my fill. And I did just that. Licking and suckling wherever I could. In no time, her juices began flowing, coating my tongue with her delicious essence. Her moans sounded around the room.
“Right there. Don’t stop!” she pleaded.
I thought to tell her she needn’t have worried about my stopping anytime soon, but my mouth was otherwise occupied. I poured every ounce of love and protection I felt for her into ensuring she was satisfied. Within minutes her thighs were trembling around my shoulders and her back spasmed, arching off the desk. She was coming and I kept my eyes trained on the sight before me, as much as I could. Such a beauty to watch.
“Fuck!” she gasped when she finally came back to herself. Her eyes were slits and glossed over but the glow of her cinnamon skin spoke to her satisfaction. “That mouth deserves to be in the hall of fame,” she panted.
I chuckled deep in the back of my throat. “I’d prefer it be on your body.”
She blinked. “Good point.” Kayla sat up, pulling me by the shoulders to her and kissing me deeply.
