“Yes.”
She lunged for me, but I jerked out of the way. “I have to.”
“No. They’ll take me to jail. I can’t go to jail.”
Yes, she probably would end up behind bars, but at the moment, there were two dead people in the house. As much as I enjoyed all those television shows where people managed to hide dead bodies, those were fiction. I was not living in some dream world. When people died—especially famous ones whose chests were sliced open with a kitchen utensil—the cops had to be called.
Ignoring my mother’s frantic yelling, I dashed to my bedroom, grabbed my cell phone. Before I could dial, my mother came racing in, slapping the phone out of my hand.
“Call him!” she insisted, thrusting her phone toward me.
“Call who?”
“Rule. He’ll fix this.”
“What the hell is aRule? Monica, I think—”
“He’s the one who came for you. He’ll help me again. Call him.”
I stared at my mother, my mind returning to that day when the man had come for me, saving me from whatever would’ve happened when that clock had stopped at zero.
No one had ever told me his name, and I’d never seen him again despite thinking I saw him everywhere. I blamed the hallucinations on my previous trauma. The man had saved me, so I had some misplaced hero worship, that was all. My mother wouldn’t even talk about him, but for the longest time, I’d been dreaming about him.
“Please, Laikyn. Call him. He’ll fix this. That’s what he does.”
4
Rule
“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Uh! Uh! Uh! Yeeeessssssss!”
As the woman beneath me succumbed to orgasm, I drove in deep one last time and let myself go.
“That was…” She smiled up at me, her hair slicked back from perspiration, her eyes glassy from pleasure. “Wow.”
Nowshe was at a loss for words.
Figured.
I forced a smile as I pulled out of her and rolled off the bed. I left her panting and smiling while I went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, flushing it down the toilet. I splashed water on my face and ignored my reflection. I knew what I would see, and self-loathing did not look good on me.
Yeah, I hated myself. Sometimes more than others. Like now. When an orgasm was merely a bodily function and provided absolutely no relief whatsoever.
You’d think I would learn.
Because I wasn’t a complete ass, I returned to the bed, intending to give her a few minutes to come down from her high before I slipped out into the night.
She purred as she moved up beside me, her hand sliding over my chest.
“That really was amazing,” she said softly. “I always did have a thing for dark and dangerous.”
If she only knew.
“Andthisthing…” She wrapped her fingers around my cock. “It should have its own zip code.”
If she thought she was flattering me, she was wrong. I didn’t need my ego stroked after sex.
She pressed her lips to my shoulder. “Want to do that again?”
