She bucked her hips, moaning, her head thrown back. We joined together in an exquisite rhythm, her body rising to meet my every thrust. I gradually speeded up my pace, working my hips back and forth, my cock knocking at her G-spot.
Hayley cried out instantly, her pussy spasming under her climax. She shuddered, her body stiffening even as her honey pot tightened around my plunging shaft. I shut my eyes to better feel her soft, velvet glove grip my cock. It felt so good to bury myself deep within her walls, to become one with her, one being, one entity.
My climax rocked through me with the explosiveness of a volcano. My come blasted deep into her, the intense pleasure so near to an agonizing pain as to be no different. I couldn’t halt the long groan from emerging as I thrust in and out, prolonging the sweetness.
Relaxing, her eyes closed, Hayley lowered her legs from my hips. My wet shaft pulled from her pussy as I leaned back, breathing hard, to kneel on the couch. I gazed at her enticing pink opening still dripping her honey and my spunk onto the couch under her.
I took her hands in mine and raised her up. I kissed her. Not a passionate, erotic kiss this time, but rather a tender, loving touch of our lips. I played my mouth over hers, tasting her afresh, breathing in the very essence of Hayley.
“Shower?” she murmured.
“Yeah.”
I stood up, closing my jeans over my now flaccid cock, and took her hand. A pleasant daydream of Hayley spending the rest of her life with me danced in my head as we walked up the stairs. Is that what I wanted? Hayley as not just my fake wife, but my true mate and life partner?
I had no real answers to those questions.
I did know, however, I wanted to find those answers.
***
“We have to find them before they do any more damage.”
The three of us, Hayley, Willow, and I, sat in my office with the door shut. Sammy had quit during my absence, had moved on to other opportunities. If I didn’t find a manager soon, I’d lose both Richard and Bertie. I didn’t want to shut the office down entirely, as it was incredibly profitable.
Unfortunately, I had other problems to deal with.
“Get your private guy to find them,” Willow suggested.
“He lost them in Mexico,” I grumbled. “I should fire his ass.”
“They’ll stay in this city,” Willow retorted, annoyed. “They must kill you. Surely they’ve realized you have inherited your titles and position. Thus, they’ve no choice but to stay here until the deed is done.”
I rubbed my jaw. “You might be correct.”
“Hence the attack on you last night,” she went on. “Together, they hoped to end you, sink your corpse, and let the sharks have you.”
“Then I’d have mysteriously vanished,” I mused, “and Damon would then claim his rights.”
“With Fiona getting everything she wanted, but not from you,” Hayley commented.
“Exactly,” Willow agreed. “How do we find them?”
“Don’t dragons leave paper trails?” Hayley asked. “Credit card slips, ATM transactions, write checks?”
“Yes and no,” I replied. “They can leave such a trail, but they’re too smart for that. They’ll pay cash.”
“And where will they live?” Willow shook her head. “Have Henry examine hotel cameras, rental agencies – both car and apartments – and search rental agreements. Fiona is far too snobbish to consent to living in an empty building or tenement. She’ll demand an expensive and classy hotel or house.”
“Good point,” I agreed. “Damon will be hard put to convince her to stay in a low end motel.”
“But that works against them,” Hayley pointed out. “Searching five star hotels will be easy, won’t it? And pricey home rentals are hard to come by. This town is big, but generally folks buy their homes. Even the downtown condos are owned.”
“Still, Henry can check all available rentals,” Willow replied with a smile. “With the internet these days, it may take him only a few days.”
“I’ll tell him to start searching,” I said. “Damon and Fiona will have healed just as fast as I did, so there’s no sense in checking hospitals.”
“I’m pretty good with the computer,” Hayley murmured. “I can search as well as the private dude. Will they use their own names?”
