“Do you know how sweet you taste?”
“Tell me,” she gasped.
“Better than ice cream, which is my favorite creamy treat, by the way.”
Sabrina pulsed with need. He lowered his mouth close enough to her clit to direct a puff of air from his narrowed lips. A second later his face dove the final few inches and landed unerringly and perfectly on her swollen, over-aroused clit. His tongue flicked her a couple of times and her back arched off the floor. His hands slid under her ass, pulling her even closer into his hungry mouth now suctioned to her clitoris, driving her closer to a powerful climax.
“God, you taste great. You’re warm and creamy,” he broke long enough to murmur to her, before continuing his feast between her thighs. She was about to come in his mouth. He licked her and then sucked on her clit a moment before releasing it to lick the creamy essence from the folds around her sex.
“Jake, please.” She made a noise of needful desire so he’d quit teasing her, but it came out as a long moan. Jake made a moan of his own and fastened his lips around her clit once more. The white electric sensation of his lips suckling her clitoris, his fingers massaging her ass, and his whiskered face teasing her inner thighs combined suddenly in perfect unity to give her a nirvana-like sexual experience. Jake sucked on her clit one last time and she released, screaming as waves of hot pleasure engulfed her body. Wave after wave of orgasmic release rocked across every muscle.
“Take me,” she panted, “I want to feel your cock inside me now, Jake. Please.”
“As you wish.” Jake kissed her clit one last time and raised his face from between her legs. He licked his lips and winked at her. She was distracted by the large ridge of his cock trying to escape his fly.
Sabrina leaned up when he came to his knees and started unbuttoning his fly. She pulled his cock out and wrapped her lips around the head of it, egging him on with her tongue. He let out an inhuman groan as she grabbed the base of his cock with one hand for better leverage to suck him deeper into her throat.
“That feels diabolically good, but I want inside of you,” he gasped, putting his hand on her head. She released him and laid back, spreading her legs wide.
Jake stared down at her and paused. Releasing a sigh, he said, “I love you, Sabrina. You know that, right?”
She nodded and grinned, “I love you, too.”
He grabbed her hips, lifted her up to the level of his ready cock, and plunged deeply inside her with his first thrust, still balanced on his knees before her. Arms away from her side for balance, Sabrina absorbed the first of his deep thrusts into her shoulders.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he powered into her again and again until she lost count of the strokes. He slammed his cock inside her slick sex one last unbelievably deep time, growling her name as she clenched around him in surprised wonder of another potent release rolling through her.
Jake groaned again and slumped forward onto her sweat-slicked chest. Her legs tightened around him, pulling his hips even closer, deeper if it was possible. His harsh breathing in her ear was the only thing she could hear rivaling the pounding of her heart. She kissed his face and hugged him.
The overwhelming sensation of sharing herself with Jake never dwindled no matter how often they scratched this particular itch. Sabrina did love this man. With all her heart. She wanted to make a relationship work, she thought as she clung to him in post-passion.
This time she was on her back on his entryway floor. She kissed his neck in a tender moment, thinking about the first time she’d been in this particular position with Jake…the old city hall building right after she’d tackled him coming over the barrier perimeter. She kissed his neck again in memory.
“My brothers warned me about girls like you,” Jake said, rolling off of her and onto his back, disconnecting their intimate touch, but he grabbed her hand, still breathing deeply. Sabrina took her own deep breath and shifted, grateful to have the cushion of the rug by the front door beneath her shoulders. She made a mental note to put a soft cushy rug by her entryway door before answering him.
“Oh yeah? And what did they say?”
“Never forget to use a condom—no matter what a girl tells you.”
“Well, you just forgot…again, but it’s okay, we were just wasting them anyway.”
“Yeah, but if I find out you’re telling me that only to trap me in to marriage, I swear to God above I’m carrying you off to a justice of the peace to marry you before you can say ‘we aren’t even dating, Jake.’” He finished the last part in a falsetto voice.
“I don’t talk like that,” she responded in her own falsetto voice. He laughed, entwining their fingers together.
“Let’s talk about our future.” He tightened his grip lightly.
“Now?”
“Sure. Why not? I’m too boneless and satisfied to do anything but talk. Now’s the perfect time.”
“Okay. Talk.”
“First off, I’m sorry about the infertility thing. If I’d known I…”
“Wouldn’t have gotten involved with me in the first place.” She broke in, her deeply engrained insecurities blazing forward, courtesy of the iron-hard bitch. Where did she come from anyway?
“Would you stop?” His exasperation huffed out. “I love you. I want to be with you and only you, no matter what.”
“Sorry, old habits die hard.”
“I’m hoping the ever-growing discoveries of medical science can help so you won’t be so down on yourself.”
“Well, one of these days we can check it out. Until then, let’s just hang out together and see how it goes.” Sabrina wondered at her resistance to permanence.
“I need more of a commitment from you than just hanging out together.”
“You want to exchange vials of blood? Get matching tattoos on our butts, maybe?” She was being flip. He probably wasn’t in the mood for her attitude.
“Let’s go shopping for rings,” he said with a finite tone to his voice.
“Whoa, let’s see how the dating thing goes for a while before we commit to any over-priced permanent jewelry.” Sabrina shook her hand loose from his and sat up abruptly. She started gathering her clothes from around her and sliding them on as quickly as she could.
“You can run, but you can’t hide.” He didn’t move a single gorgeous muscle.
“Says who?” Sabrina dressed quickly. She felt a rare extreme need to get away. Escape. The warmth and security she’d always found so comforting from Jake were now stifling her.
On some deep dark level she’d always expected him to reject her once he knew about the infertility thing, but lo and behold, he still wanted a future with her. Go figure. She hadn’t been at all prepared for that. What to do? She didn’t have a long-term plan in place for…gulp…acceptance, so her default was to escape. Like she was about to do right now.
“I will chase you down,” Jake said, forearm resting over his eyes.
Sabrina looked down at Jake, still motionless on the floor. He looked so sexy laying there in post-lovemaking dishabille. His jeans were unfastened and still loose around his hips. She never could wait long enough for him to get his pants off. She sighed in a show of deep resignation and kneeled down next to him. She rested her head on his chest. He began to stroke her hair with his free hand.
“I do love you, Jake, but need you to slow down,” Sabrina said, hoping she didn’t sound pathetic. “Or I won’t stay.”
He didn’t respond. He stroked her hair until she felt all the tension slip out of her body.
“I’ll try,” he said finally.
* * * *
Early the next morning, Sabrina, slumping at her desk, took her first sip of bitter vending-machine coffee and tried to analyze her unprompted screaming nightmares. She felt like crap from lack of sleep. She hadn’t been prepared for the dreams to come last night. Not at all.
Jake’s quiet, soothing words aimed at calming her down afterwards during the wee hours of the morning h
adn’t helped her go back to sleep. She tossed and turned the rest of the night and finally gave up on getting any sleep before dawn. She dressed and came into work early.
The bomb hadn’t detonated at the orphanage. There was no reason for the nightmares last night. She was perplexed, and it was unfair anyway. She wasn’t going to get credit for defusing the orphanage bomb …yet, but the dream usually only came when the explosions came…when her failure came. On top of it all, the dream had changed again. Maybe she made up crap in her sleep. Or maybe talking to the mad bomber had upset her more than she would admit to herself. The sound of his…or her creepy metallic voice still gave her the heebie-jeebies.
In her newly amended nightmares from last night, Sabrina had seen herself at a birthday party right before the explosion. She’d seen a candle shaped like a number three lit atop a cake with pink frosting. It matched the dress she’d been wearing. Vivid visuals invaded from last night into her morning consciousness. Maybe she’d been at a birthday party when the explosion had rocked the Fireside Inn. Was there some way to check that?
“You look like crap,” her partner said, entering the office.
“Shut up, Murphy,” Sabrina said half-heartedly and rubbed her aching stomach. Her liquid vending machine breakfast was not settling well. Zero sleep, screaming nightmares, maximum stress load, and bad coffee were a miserable combination to start a morning with. Note to self, re-think breakfast options more thoroughly on sleepless mornings.
“Are you sick or something?” he asked gruffly as if genuinely concerned.
“Yeah. Sick of nightmares,” she mumbled.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Sabrina shook her head. Her stomach was really churning now. She registered the elevated argument as Peters’ angered, muffled radiated from Hennessey’s office. They’d been in there since Sabrina arrived with her ill-advised coffee breakfast. The two of them started to heat up into screaming mode.
“So do you think I’ll get to work on the case today or will I be rudely plucked off because of Peter’s regular morning tantrum?”
“Hard to say. So did you see the morning paper yet?” Murphy asked.
“No. Why?”
“Nice write up about you and Suzanne, and some interesting fiction about you not defusing the bomb last night.”
“Great, two more nails in my coffin. If Hennessey is smart, he won’t tell Peters about that yet,” Sabrina remarked and closed her eyes in resignation.
“You’re probably right,” Murphy murmured.
Sabrina stopped trying to sip more coffee to make the nauseating feeling go away. It wasn’t working. She better find a Tums or something real quick before she hurled. She opened her eyes reluctantly and slid open a desk drawer and searched around among the plastic utensils, ketchup packets and crumpled napkins for some antacid relief.
“Where’s Brian?” Sabrina asked as she rummaged around in her desk.
“Don’t know. Yesterday he was late because his wife threw up on him and he had to change clothes.”
Don’t say throw up, Sabrina thought miserably. “Does she have the flu or something? Is that going around?” Maybe that was why she felt so crappy. Brian had brought a virus to work with him via his sick wife.
“No. She’s pregnant,” Murphy said in a ‘duh’ tone of voice, which matched his ‘duh’ facial expression perfectly.
“Oh yeah. I forgot about that.” Sabrina didn’t have to worry about catching that!
“Are you okay? You’re turning green before my eyes,” Murphy said with a smile in a accusatory tone of voice.
“I’ll be fine. I just need an antacid to counter the extra bad coffee I drank.” Sabrina continued rummaging some more in her desk. She found salt packets, soy sauce, a dusty looking green Tic Tac, but no antacid. Damn. Her insides were seriously unhappy. She better head for the ladies room, like now. Sabrina stood up from her chair as several things around her happened all at once.
Brian entered the room eating a fragrant egg, bacon, and cheese biscuit, the greasy scent of which wafted ten feet ahead of him and almost brought Sabrina to her knees. Her stomach lurched in protest of the smell. Then the door to Hennessey’s office flew open suddenly, the force of which bounced it off the wall with a loud bang. Sabrina’s stomach clenched in surprise and then pain.
“Ms. Morgan!” Peters screeched as he converged on her. “I want you to completely understand my feelings about your continued employment here. I believe you have no place in the bomb squad either in defusing or investigation and as such…”
Sabrina nodded, but then turned away from him trying quickly and desperately to make her escape without humiliating herself in front of everyone.
“I’m talking to you!” Peters grabbed her arm and yanked her around to face him. The sudden movement was the last straw for a stomach that had endured its final test of strength.
Sabrina vomited her bad coffee liquid breakfast on Peter’s expensive starched white shirt and conservatively patterned silk tie.
Discussion over.
Chapter Fifteen
An hour later Sabrina had cleaned up in the ladies room and managed to avoid all human contact. It didn’t take her long in the bathroom. All she did was rinse out her mouth several times.
Councilman Peters was the one who wore her bad liquid breakfast. He hadn’t said a single thing as she’d run out in humiliation, but she caught a glimpse of the disgust on his ruddy face. Served him right for grabbing her. She would probably be punished for attempting to get away and avoid the ugly scene that had happened anyway because of Mr. Grabby. Ugh. Her future work life was about to be crap. Until then, she’d keep working.
Sabrina hid in the investigation room, hunched over the evidence box from the Fireside Inn explosion. She noticed the bomb fragments from storage had been delivered and decided to examine the pieces before they threw her out. Perhaps the remaining bomb fragments would somehow spark her memory about the new birthday party element she’d literally dreamed up last night. At least until she’d work until Councilman Peters found her and kicked her off the investigation again.
There were seventeen pieces of warped, ragged-edged, thin metal in varying sizes separated into baggies. It was listed as part of the housing for the device, and probably the outside of a metal box, suitcase or briefcase. The largest piece was smaller than her palm, the smallest the size of a dime. Sabrina studied the pieces intently as if they might speak to her twenty-three years later.
Sabrina moved the pieces in front of her as if they were puzzle pieces. She picked up the largest and turned it over. It was singed black on one side, presumably from the blast. There were some markings at the very edge of the metal, on the opposite of the blasted side. She squinted to try to make them out before grabbing a magnifying glass off the table. There was a discoloration in the fragmented piece and something either stamped or etched into the metal.
She turned over all the remaining pieces to their un-blasted sides. Several other pieces had the markings as well. She shifted the pieces one around to see if a pattern emerged. When she heard the door creak open, Sabrina stopped all motion as if she could will herself invisible by keeping perfectly still. She slowly turned. Relieved it was Murphy, she blew out a breath and went back to the metal puzzle.
“What are you doing?” he asked, entering the investigation room. He closed the door behind him, sidling up next to her.
“Hiding from Councilman Peters and Hennessey so I won’t get thrown off the case again.”
“Hennessey is looking for you,” Murphy responded with a wan smile, seemingly understanding her need to hide from the world.
“You haven’t seen me.”
“Hennessey wants to know if you’re okay.”
“I’m fine.”
“Liar.”
“No. I feel great since—I disposed of that bad coffee on the Councilman’s shirt and tie.”
“I wish you could have seen his face,” Murphy said with a snort, and dissolved into
laughter.
Sabrina smiled, but continued to shift the bomb fragments around on the table in front of her. She stopped arranging and looked down at the design she’d created. It was like a graphic burned into the metal. Perhaps there had been a design on the device container they could trace. It looked familiar.
“Hey Murphy. Have you seen this design before? Doesn’t it look familiar?”
“Yeah. It does.” Murphy scooted up close to her to study the pieces. “Looks like an orange. You know with the sections.”
Sabrina stood up, eyes wide with surprise. “No, not an orange… a pumpkin.” They looked at each other and smiled.
Sabrina ran around the table to retrieve the diary Suzanne had brought in. The logo design copied over and over in the margins of their mother’s diary was the same graphic logo as on the burned pieces of metal.
“This can’t be a coincidence, right?” Sabrina asked, not daring to hope they finally had a break in this case.
“Let’s go find out who this logo belongs to,” Murphy said. “If you feel up to it.”
“Yeah, let’s hurry before I get fired.”
Murphy called a dispatcher discreetly to hang keep an eye on the evidence and maintain the chain of evidence before they left the room.
They snagged Brian on the way and filled him in as they went down the back stairs to the basement where Technical Computerized support was housed.
“How long will it take Raquel?” Sabrina asked the computer tech.
“It will take as long as it takes,” she replied, smiling into her screen as she quickly typed the information they’d given her. Raquel Sanchez was very good. Sabrina used the hunt-and-peck method of typing.
Raquel scanned the logo first, and then entered the search criteria and parameters for the graphic design logo database.
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