Page 21 of Spitfire

Ohmyfuckinggod, he knew! He knew that someone was watching, and he fucked me like a twenty-dollar whore anyway in the street. I'm going to fucking murder him. I lose my restraint, reach across, and slap him in my fury. The sound is loud in the silent vehicle as we speed away, making him jerk the wheel, but he quickly recovers. "How could you fucking do that to me?"

"What? Give you what I bet might be one of the best orgasms of your life? Live a little, Scarlett, life's too short to be so uptight."

I'm going to fucking kill him. How could I have let that just happen? Never mind that, where is my dignity? I'm as much to blame as he is. I could have said no, but instead I allowed things to progress to this embarrassing level. I refuse to confirm his suspicions that it was, in fact, one of the best sexual moments of my life. He doesn't need to know that, though. His head is already big enough with his prowess.

His gaze turns towards me, and it brings me a mediocre amount of joy that my fingers are imprinted in red blotches on the side of his face now. "We still need to talk, Scarlett, and I need you to tell me the truth now. Why didn't you point out the second figure in the video with Ashmaker, at the crime scene? There is no way that you missed that."

Oh shit, he saw him too.

FIFTEEN

JASPER

She blows across her coffee cup, her fingers tightly wrapped around it. I preen like a fucking peacock on the inside when I realize it's my blood tinging her nails, from when she grasped onto my neck. My gaze lingers with regret on the bruise already starting to form on the side of her cheek, from when she must have hit it somewhere in the car when I was fucking her.

She's refusing to meet my glance, and has been doing that ever since I urged her to tell me the truth about Ashmaker. Instead of driving her home like she demanded, I brought her to my place, and she's currently seated at my breakfast bar, wearing one of my oversized T-shirts, rather than the shirt I tore apart in my haste. Pity, I was really enjoying the view of her perky breasts, and the whisker marks I left across them.

"Scarlett..."

She flinches at me voicing her name, and then visibly forces her shoulders to straighten, and her head to rise. Finally, her dark chocolate eyes meet mine, and in them I see anger, but what really decimates me is that I'm almost positive I see regret. "That can never happen again."

Yeah, fuck that. Not only is it going to happen again, but if she keeps pushing me, I'll have her bent over my breakfast bar and screaming my name shortly. There is no possibility of my ever forgetting how Scarlett feels wrapped around my cock. Now that I've had a taste of her, there's no going back for me.

I smirk, feigning a calm I don't feel, and lean my elbows on the counter, putting my face closer to hers, until I can feel her coffee-scented breath across my lips. "Is that so, little vixen?"

"Stop calling me that!" Her cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink as she bites down nervously on her bottom lip, but she holds still, refusing to give up ground. Atta girl.

I lean a little closer, until I can clearly see the amber specks in her eyes, and that she's got the most charming freckle right near the corner of her right eye that I've never noticed before. Her scent, a mixture of both of us, permeates the air, making me inhale deeply with satisfaction. I wonder if my cum is still leaking out of her? God, I hope she lets me check. I'll gladly offer to clean her up with my tongue. "No, I don't think I will."

"Tell me, Scarlett, have you ever experienced anything like that before? Have you ever put on a show, 'cause, baby, you seemed to enjoy it, and are a natural." Her hand instantly rises to slap me, but I grab for her wrist and squeeze until she flinches. "You're a violent little thing, aren't you? You hide all that rage behind a mask, but I see you clearly now."

She pushes back on the counterseat and yanks her arm from my grip, and I allow it for now. The truth is, I don't want her to feel cornered. Now that reality has set back in like a vicious bitch, Scarlett is raising those impenetrable walls again, and I can't have that. I need her to trust me with what she knows, not only about our investigation, but specifically about Ashmaker, and I'm not above using seduction to get what I want. All's fair in love and war, isn't that what they say?

"This," she motions between us, "is insane. What happened between us was a horrible lapse in judgment. Neither of us was obviously thinking coherently, and it can't happen again. We're partners, for fuck’s sakes!"

Every word that escapes her pretty mouth is a sharp dagger piercing me. She's claiming she regrets what we did, but I don't buy it for a second. She could have halted me at any point. I would have stopped, and it would have ended right there. Instead, she let me fuck her raw and fill her with my cum. "My cum is probably still dripping out of you, Scarlett. I'm pretty sure we're more than partners at this point."

I raise my hand before she can do more than stutter, her eyes widening dramatically at my audacity. "I don't regret any of it. Not for one fucking second, do you hear me, little vixen. If you think I'm just going to go back to the way things were, and pretend I don't know the sound of the little whimpers you make as you explode on my cock, you're fucking mistaken."

"This can't happen, Jasper! We have a job to do, a violent killer to catch, and we can't allow anything to distract us from that!" She begins pacing back and forth as she rubs at her temples, her hair swooshing from the intensity radiating off her. I can see the pressure and anxiety settling over her like a thick blanket, and it has a rising hopelessness tightening my chest. I allow her the space to rage for a moment, even though everything in me wants to wrap her in my arms, take her to my bed, and reignite the passion we had in the car.

I decide it's time to change her train of thought, and instead of focusing on us, 'cause fuck that if she thinks there isn't an us now, I direct her thoughts back to Ashmaker. "You noticed the second figure in the alleyway on the video, yet you remained silent, Scarlett. Why?"

She turns away from me, and I can almost see the wheels in her head spinning. She's trying to come up with a viable excuse for staying silent, but I refuse to allow her to lie to me any further. "Did you know that there was an accomplice all this time and not disclose it?"

I dart forward and grab her by the shoulder, using my much larger body to push her into the nearest wall. I'm not prepared for how quickly she reacts, her open hand slamming into my solar plexus with force, and her knee jamming into my family jewels. I grunt as I choke on air, releasing her. She uses the momentum of my collapsing forward to slam her elbow into my back, taking me to the floor before climbing on top of me, pressing her knees into my back, and locking me into a headlock.

"I've had just about enough of you manhandling me, Jasper Garnier. You forget yourself. I'm not one of the whimpering women who follow you around, and readily get on their knees for you." She tightens her grip, and white spots pop across my quickly dimming vision. I try to force air inside my lungs, but it's tinged with the bile racing up the back of my throat from the hit to my nuts. "You will treat me with fucking respect, or I'll destroy you."

She releases me and shifts out of my reach, her eyes trained on me. I roll myself to my side and croak, as I urge the nausea away. Fuck, not gonna lie, that was sexy as hell, not to mention a good reminder not to underestimate her again. She's probably made sure I'll never have kids, but somehow it was worth it, now that I see that look of glaring pride and satisfaction on her face.

"I didn't know, at least not for sure, not until I saw the video. I had my suspicions. There were too many murders in a short span of time, with never any evidence left behind. Killers make mistakes, even the most organized ones, but this one seems to not only always be one step ahead of us, but he's also toying with us."

I propel my body into a sitting position as I go over what she's just said in my mind. "The connections between them, the thread we haven't been able to establish, you think you've found something?"

Indecision is painted across her face, as she wrestles with whether to let me into her thoughts. God, she's so fucking beautiful. So strong and unwilling to bend, so determined to succeed alone, when she doesn't have to. I know she doesn't fully trust me; it's evident in how she holds back her suspicions. I need to change that somehow, and not only because I want that promotion, but more importantly, because we need to catch this unhinged sicko who is out serial-killing men.

"Fuck it!" She growls and reaches forward to give me a hand, and I gratefully take it. Once I'm standing, she moves back to the counter, as if she still needs there to be distance between us. I force myself to stay put, even though it's the last thing I want. She stares at the marble counter, her thoughts unreadable to me. "I think they're all predators, the men that is. Rapists, child abusers, maybe even traffickers. The ones Ashmaker is killing. I can't fully prove it, just call it a hunch. The crimes are violent, but also personal, as if the killer believes that he's providing a service, divine retribution, if you will."