Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Please.” Her plea broke into a moan as her hips rolled toward my mouth.
“Come on my tongue first.” I sucked her clit hard enough to make her scream, my fingers driving into her with a fast, wet rhythm. “Let me taste what loving me does to you.”
Her body tightened beneath my hands, every muscle drawing toward the orgasm while her breaths dissolved into helpless sobs. I held her thighs open as wide as they’d go, pressed my fingers hard against the spot that made her lose control, and worked her clit with quick strokes of my tongue. The first pulse clamped around my fingers, followed by another that made her whole body bow.
“Yes, baby. Let go for me,” I growled the words against her swollen flesh, letting the vibration strike directly through her. “Fucking come all over my mouth.”
Bex screamed my name as the orgasm ripped through her, her thighs trembling violently around my shoulders while her pussy clenched and released around my fingers. I held her firmly in place, licking through every frantic contraction while her cries broke apart above me. I kept my mouth on her until the last pulse faded and her body collapsed against the mattress, soft, shaking, and completely mine.
I lifted my head and smirked as I watched her struggle to remember how breathing worked. Her hair lay tangled across the bedspread, her tits were flushed and marked from my mouth, and the slick heat coating my lips carried the taste I knew I’d spend the rest of my life craving. Bex opened her eyes slowly, found me still staring at her from between her spread legs, and gave me a dazed little smile that made my cock jerk against my stomach.
“Still with me?” I asked, pressing one final kiss to her swollen clit before easing my fingers out of her.
“Barely.” Her voice came out hoarse, and her thighs twitched when I licked the release from my fingers. “You seem very pleased with yourself.”
“Made the woman I love scream my name twice before even getting my cock inside her.” I rose over her and planted my hands beside her hips, letting her see exactly how hard I was and how much effort it took not to drive into her without another breath. “Pleased doesn’t cover it.”
Bex giggled, then scooted up the bed and arched her back, thrusting her gorgeous tits out and smirking. “Prove it.”
I was more than up for the challenge.
After taking her hard, twice, I wrapped myself around her as we slowly recovered. Her breathing gradually evened, the tension leaving her limb by limb as sleep began claiming her. Right before she drifted off, she turned her face toward me and brushed her mouth against my jaw.
“I love you, Corbin.”
“I love you too, baby.”
She fell asleep with her body warm and completely relaxed inside my hold.
I closed my eyes, the worries of the last several weeks briefly drifting away because everything that mattered was already in my arms.
23
CIPHER
Nomad and Falcon walked into my clubhouse office Tuesday morning. They had taken over the tail after Raines suspended Seth Pritchard the previous afternoon, keeping enough distance that a career deputy accustomed to watching his mirrors never saw the same vehicle twice. Nomad shut the door behind them while Falcon crossed to the wall display and placed three time-stamped photographs on the screen.
“Pritchard left the department and drove straight to Pike’s office,” Nomad reported, resting both hands on the back of the chair across from my desk. “Went inside at fourteen eighteen and came out seventeen minutes later. Pike followed him five minutes after that.”
“Where?”
Falcon enlarged the third image, showing Pritchard’s truck and Darren Pike’s damaged Yukon outside a narrow commercial building on the eastern edge of Escondido. “Office belongs to Eric Stowe. Pike parked beside Pritchard, and both stayed inside for forty-three minutes.”
Eric Stowe’s name had been a part of the investigation from the beginning without becoming anything solid enough to put my hands around. He owned a one-man public-safety technology firm that maintained the county’s CAD system, call-recording archive, and linked records-management platform.
His vendor account had been active during all six manipulated incidents, but its shared support architecture and the carefully scrubbed logs had prevented us from proving Stowe had used it personally rather than somebody outside the firm stealing his credentials. Pritchard’s visit changed that. Not enough to prove conspiracy in court, but it connected all three functions physically for the first time and stripped coincidence from the list of explanations I was willing to entertain.
“You get photographs of them together?” I asked.
“Separate arrivals and departures,” Nomad replied. “The office has tinted glass and no camera covering the suite entrance. We can prove their vehicles were there at the same time, but not what happened inside.”
“Keep Pike and Pritchard under watch. Stowe too.” I forwarded the images to Judge through a secure club channel, then brought up the six incidents and overlaid every vendor session with Pritchard’s rural patrol shifts. “Nobody approaches them. I want calls, meetings, dead drops, devices, and every person they touch.”