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“Telling you now, baby. I’m on a mission to get you pregnant.” He peels my sweater over my head, and I hike my skirt up over my hips. “Forget the bed. Need in you right now.” His lips glide along my neck in a fiery trail as wetness pools between my thighs. I fumble with his pants as he hooks the crotch of my panties to one side. As soon as his cock springs free, he’s ramming himself inside me, rooted to the hilt.

He takes me right here at my kitchen table.

When I’m with him, it’s easy to lose all control. All sense of self. I fall apart in his arms as he pumps in and out. I ride him so hard my legs tremble.

“So fucking tight and wet for your man.” He plunges his tongue between my lips as the rough pad of his finger circles my clit. “Come all over my cock. Make a mess of me.”

Warmth flows through me and I shatter around him, unable to deny anything he asks of me. I’ll always do whatever he wants.

“That’s my good girl.” He shoves up to his feet, our bodies still attached, with my legs latched around his waist and my arms hooked around his neck. Pike knicks all the dishes to the floor to take me on the table.

He’s so hot I don’t care that he’s broken some of my plates. Still inside me, he looms over me. Broody and wild. Possessive and needy.

“Watch,” he orders. I go up on my elbows to see his cock sliding in and out of me.

Something about the act is so damn erotic.

Pike is feral and savage, pounding into me without abandon. Determined to knock me up. The speed we’re going should terrify me, and in some ways, it does. But I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want it as much as he does. I want him to own me in every possible way.

“Open your mouth.” He hovers his mouth over mine and spits. “Now swallow.”

Any other man and I’d be grossed out. But not with Pike. He comes hard, eyes rolling back in his head, but he doesn’t stop fucking me. He continues to stay in me, not wanting to waste a drop.

The ringing of his cell phone kills the intensity of the moment.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I gotta take it,” he snarls and scowls as he pulls out of me to get his phone off the kitchen counter.

“This better be good, numb nuts.” He jerks his pants up and mouths to me, “don’t move.”

I grin up at him, unable to move even if I wanted to. I’m in a sex induced haze.

Pike stands between my legs, rubbing a finger between my pussy lips, coating me in the come running out of me. He massages the fluid into my skin, then leans down to kiss me there as he listens to whoever is on the phone. I can’t help the moan that leaves my mouth, earning me a sharp slap across the clit.

He holds the phone between his neck and his shoulder as he teases my clit. I clamp a hand over my mouth to cut off the scream of pleasure hanging on the tip of my tongue.

Chapter Twenty-four

“Fuck.” I stare down at Delaney, all primed and ready to go again, hating that I have to leave her. Jared says he has a lead. I don’t know why Sam told him that I’m looking for Hope and Horace, but it’s whatever. I don’t have time to worry about it. I’ve gotta get this shit taken care of so I can move forward living my life with my woman. My Delaney.

Apparently, he found them holed up in an abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of town. The old man who owned it passed and his kids never did anything with the property since they had moved away years ago. I think eventually it foreclosed to the bank, and the house was so far gone it’d be too expensive to repair. Thing needs dozed, but no one wanted to fork up the cash to tear it down and rebuild.

According to Jared, he thinks they are responsible for a murder in the city because they found a dead body in the basement of a home they were called to do a welfare check on, and the scene looks like the work of that bitch serial killer. Horace likely also participated, since the woman was raped and the marks on the body looked similar to the injuries inflicted on Delaney when she was growing up.

Should have known that spooky, weird ass bitch would stay at that abandoned farm. Probably biding her time to get to me, or Delaney, at least. I need to have my sister over here before I pull away from the house because there is no fucking way I’m leaving Delaney unprotected in case this is some sort of fucking trap.

I’ve been so caught up in Delaney I’ve been slipping on the job, but that won’t matter after tonight.

“I’ve gotta go. Duty calls. Lock all the doors and don’t let anyone in. I don’t care who it is.” I do up my pants, shoving my phone in my pocket.

“You’re scaring me, Pike. What’s going on?” Her voice raises a pitch, and I can tell she’s spooked way the hell out.

“Nothing. I just want you safe and protected always.” I try to reassure her.

“Are you sure there’s not something you aren’t telling me? Is the killer out there? Am I a target? Did what happened at the theater have something to do with me?”

I want to tell her. Everything. Badly, but I don’t want her to know the fucked up shit about me. The truth about Hope and Horace. I want her safe and protected, living in this perfect bubble I’ve tried to create for her.

“I don’t want you to worry. You’ll be fine. Better yet. Why don’t I drop you with Talia? I’ll give her a ring while you get dressed. I’d just feel better knowing you’re with someone I trust.”