“Don’t be a tease.” She was gripping my hair, nearly pulling it from the roots as I gave each tit appropriate attention, weighing them in my hands as I kneaded and sucked, bit, and teased. “Fuck me already.”
“Don’t be a bad girl, Hattie. Only when I think you’re ready.” Her eyes widened, but instead of annoyance, I could see the words made her hot. Shedding my clothes while she watched, I didn’t bother hiding how much I wanted her. I stroked myself for her, spreading the pre-cum over the tip. “This is all for you.” Gliding my hand up and down my shaft while she watched was dangerous business. Her eyes had darkened as they followed my hand. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I wasn’t lying either. Hattie Harper was the hottest woman I’d ever seen in my life, and I’d seen my fair share. All women were beautiful. Big and small. Any shape or ethnicity. Women were sexy just like God made them, but there was something about her that was knocking me on my ass.
She licked her lips like she wanted to suck me into her mouth, eyeing my dick hungrily, and I contemplated it for a hot minute, but I wanted to be between her thighs more. “Maybe?” she bit that lip again, but I shook my head.
“Another time.” I hoped there would be because I wanted to do so many things with her. Instead, I eased her panties down, moaning when I saw how slick she was. It was so sexy that she was just as turned on as I was.She spread her thighs for me, tilting up into my hand as I pumped my fingers into her heat and bit my way up her legs. I liked seeing the little red marks bloom against her skin, so I pushed her legs as far as they’d go, enjoying the way she quivered and moaned as I brushed my teeth against her while my tongue slid against her folds.
“You’re so tight. I can’t wait to stuff my dick into you.” Just the thought of her pussy stretched around me was almost enough to make me blow my load, but I wanted her good and primed first. Licking at her clit I kept the angle up, watching her as my fingers worked. Her breathing hitched, the pulse in her throat speeding up as her hips worked on my hand. “That’s it, Hattie, fuck my fingers. Come all over me.” Pressing my dick into the mattress, I tried to find a little relief as the vixen humped my hand while I flicked her clit with my tongue, her pussy sucking my fingers into her channel deep and hard. She was so close, her fingers grasping against the bedding as she strained towards the pinnacle.
“I’m … I can’t,” she whined. “I need.”
“You can. I’m right here.” Keeping my movements steady, I increased pressure on her clit, pulling her hard little bud into my mouth. Arcing my fingers, I stroked the spongy spot inside her steadily. That was the ticket, she exploded in a rush. Licking her seam before I eased up onto my knees, I searched for the condom packet that I had tossed there and ripped it open with my teeth.
She was ready for me now, a goddess all hot and needy, her thighs spread wide as I set the crown of my dick against her and thrust hard, savoring the feel of her as she stretched around me like a vise. She was tight, but there wasn’t any resistance as I drove into her, angling each drive until our pubic bones ground together.
Her nails dug into my ass, hard enough that they were definitely breaking the skin as she met each thrust, grinding against me. Her tits bounced each time, and the image of me coming all over them made my balls tighten even more. I was way too close. Pulling her knees up, I spread her wide and let my hands pull her cheeks apart as I drew out each time. Hattie watched each pull and push. “Look at how your cunt swallows my cock. See that, Hattie?” I moved back into her. “Watch. Touch your clit.”
“No. That’s your job.” Instead, she fingered her tits, circling the edges of each one as they bounced.
“You are a bad girl. I’m here for it. Keep those hands where they’re at, then.” Pushing my hand down between us, I shamelessly ran it over her folds, teasing her clit and my own shaft, increasing the pressure just the way I liked.
“Ohh,” she gave a breathy moan. “Don’t stop,” she ordered, biting her lip as she strained into me.
“Not stopping. Give it to me, Trouble.” Leaning into her, I kissed her hard, rubbing her clit as her walls squeezed my dick, the orgasm hitting her so hard shethrew her head back with a scream so loud I worried if Cabin Three might think someone was being murdered. Letting myself go, I came hard, nearly spasming as I thrust again and again into her, coming so hard I was seeing stars.
“Damn, you killed me. In the best way.” She gave me a sleepy smile as she flopped back on the pillows. There was a sheen of sweat on her brow that made her even more beautiful.
I absolutely hated pulling out of her. Usually, this was my cue to start organizing how to leave without too many problems, but instead, I found myself coming back and lying down next to her, waiting for her to kick me out.
She curled against me. “Wow, that was full service. You should put it on the flyer.”
“I’ll have my sister add it.” Brushing a kiss against her forehead, I pulled her a little closer. “But only for this cabin. The Hattie special.”
CHAPTER 18
Hattie
I woke up in a great mood. Kipp had gone to work early, but he left me sore in all the right places and with a tender kiss that melted my heart a little more. I wasn’t sure it would amount to much between us, but I liked him even if he was a bit of an alpha-hole.
I loved the job that I’d chosen. It wasn’t so much a career for me, but a calling. It had been a long day—long in the kind of way that wraps itself around the spine and refuses to let go. I’d spent most of the morning retracing Allison Finch’s last known movements, the kind of quiet pilgrimage I’d done a hundred times for other cases. Every time I started a case, I felt that inevitable settling in my stomach of potential that I could be walking along the last steps that someone took with their ghost following me, whispering in my ear.
We received a lot of new information from Leo, and I added it to our chat group about the bank account andthe cam work. Today, we should get the rest of Abby’s background on the Galloways. Once I had that, I should be able to come up with an action plan. We were going to have another meeting to talk about it.
The vista point was more desolate than I expected, a forgotten patch of concrete, and even though the map claimed that there was a view, there wasn’t much of one. I couldn’t picture anyone stopping here and choosing to run anywhere from this point. Where would they even go? There were woods to one side, but they were thick and seemed impassable due to the dense berry bushes. The search records showed that the area had been thoroughly gone over, but I couldn’t see where she’d have gone from this point on her own.
“What’s up, babe? How’s the Wild West treating you?” My best friend Sydney’s face popped up on the screen just as I was pulling onto the gravel road toward the cabin.
“Hey, you.” My smile stretched wide. I met Sydney at a grief group a year after Jane had been gone. Her sister had been trafficked, and we were both in a destructive place, and we’d clicked right away. “What trouble are you getting up to? Anyone throw up on you today?”
“Not today. Don’t jinx me. That’s mean. There’s still so much of the day left, and with second graders, you never know what could happen. It’s a show-and-tell day. You know what that means.”
I laughed, just as she made a face at me. “Yeah, I do. Charlie brought his guinea pig?”
“Why does that thing always get out? It’s like a Houdini rodent. Then I end up spending an hour after class searching for the damn thing while his nanny stands there, looking down her nose at me. She’s such a …” She looked down the hall and then whispered into the phone, “bitch.”
“She’s just jealous, babe. Don’t you worry about her.” It was probably nothing but true. Sidney was adorable and way too good of a good girl, and if anyone looked down at her, then they should have their head examined.
