Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Cyrus shrugged. “I don’t know. From what the two girls were able to tell us, he attacked them on the street. He knew they came from families that, according to them, wouldn’t give a shit.”
“He must have messed up with that other girl he attempted to take. Her parents were already looking for her.”
“It’s fucking messed up. He didn’t kill them, but he didn’t think anyone was going to stop him. Both women have been with him for about two years.”
“Two years?” Willow asked. “How?”
“I guess a lot of people where he lives don’t know each other’s business. Not every place is like Lost Creek.”
“Do you think you’d know if someone was kidnapping and keeping girls ... against their will?” She looked toward him.
“Yeah, I’d like to think we run a tight enough ship that we’d know when shit was hitting the fan.” Cyrus sighed.
“What’s going to happen now?” Willow asked.
“The sheriff is dealing with it, and Luke becomes another person’s problem.”
“You don’t like that?” She saw that it bothered him.
“No, because there’s a chance he’ll go to prison and not serve a long enough sentence, then he’ll come right back here to seek revenge. It’s fucked up.”
She placed a hand on his arm. “It’ll be okay.”
“So, I guess you and I better talk about what we do and don’t know about each other,” he said.
Willow smiled. “That depends on whether you want to.”
He reached out and cupped her face. She had been surprised to see him on her doorstep.
“Yeah, I want to talk about it.” He rubbed a thumb across her bottom lip.
She had tried to stay focused on work today, watching the town. All day, she worried about Cyrus, but her mind would drift to what they experienced the night before. She just couldn’t help it. He got under her skin, and she just couldn’t say no to him. Also, there was the tiny detail of the fact she didn’t want to say no to him.
“You know I’m a Reaper,” he said.
“And you know I write erotic romance,” she said. “Does it bother you?”
“Fuck, no. Does it bother you that I’m a Reaper?”
“No,” she said. “You protect the town. I am curious, though, what happened to your brother Ray?”
Cyrus sighed. “He took a fucking bribe. Turned the cameras off, looked the other way. I couldn’t fucking believe it. I was so damn mad. I wanted to kill the bastard.”
“You didn’t?”
“No. Dad kicked him out of the house. Disowned him, told him to get the fuck out of town.”
“Doesn’t that bother you?”
“No, it doesn’t. Dad knew what he was doing. Ray would be too afraid of the Reapers to do anything.”
“He didn’t join the Reapers?”
“He couldn’t. There’s a process, and he didn’t have what it took. You’ve got to be able to take care of the town, and that comes with a level of pain.” Cyrus shrugged.
“But you could?” she asked.
“All I ever wanted was to be a Reaper. It wasn’t hard for me to make that decision. I trained harder than I ever trained for anything in my life, and I’m exactly where I want to be.”
She couldn’t help but look down at his lips. She wanted him to kiss her so bad.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked.
“You can ask me anything.”
“How are you able to write the things you write?” he asked. “You’re a virgin, babe, and trust me, I know.”
Willow felt her cheeks heat. “Wow, we are not holding back today, are we?”
“There’s no reason to hold back. There’s no fucking point to it. We both know you’ve not been with another man. There’s only me and there is only going to be me.”
She liked that. Some women might not, and would prefer choices, or at least to think she was in charge of her own fate. Willow wanted Cyrus.
“I have an amazing imagination,” she said.
“You’ve not had sex.”
“So, does that mean all murder writers are conducting their stories behind bars? They haven’t committed murders and they can write about it.”
Cyrus frowned.
“What about science fiction writing about aliens and other planets? Do they need to experience that kind of thing to write about it?” Willow asked.
“I see your point.”
“I don’t think you have to always experience something to be able to write about it.”
“But learning about sex, experiencing it, is a lot of fun,” he said.
She took a deep breath. “I’ve never found the right person to ... experience it with.”
“Not until now,” he said. “Do you want to have those experiences with me?”
“I can’t even believe we’re having this conversation.”
He chuckled. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” she said. “I like it. I mean, it’s ... yeah, I like it. It’s awkward. I don’t think I would talk to anyone about the fact I’ve not been with a man.” She pressed her lips together.
She looked at Cyrus and wanted him to kiss her. That feeling hadn’t gone away. He’d already licked her pussy and there is so much more she wanted to do with him. Today had been a long day, and part of her felt guilty for even thinking about this. Did it make her selfish? Probably.