The Ex Killer Series

by Bridget Bundy

  “Angela, please, I won’t hurt you.” He grabbed me around my waist. He smelled so good, and his touch was even better. All of a sudden, I was breathless.

  I whispered, “I’ll hurt you.” I could not believe how much excitement was within my body.

  “No, you won’t.” He kissed me again. I wanted to push him away, but I couldn’t. I craved his touch. I wanted him.

  We kissed without finding a breath. Our tongues touched and played. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. He took me to my bedroom and placed me on the bed. He lay on me, and our kiss became more intense. He tasted so good. My mind was in full pleasure, and I wanted to just consume him. Brandon removed his glasses, and he gently touched my chin and started kissing my neck. I wasn’t going to push him away again. I wanted him without a single regret.

  Brandon sat up on his knees and took off his shirt. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up to the sitting position. He pulled my dress over my head exposing my bare breasts and panty. He tossed it to the floor. I lay back down, and he kissed my stomach. He started moving his tongue all the way to the nipple of my breast, and he started sucking. I didn’t want him to stop. He moved off of me again and pulled my panty off. I was totally naked underneath him now, and his breathing was heavy as he took mental notes of my body. He lay down beside me, which I wasn’t expecting, and he touched me there. I’ve never had anyone do that before. It felt so strange, but so good at the same time. Brandon began sucking on my breast again and moving his hand over my private area. His fingers went in between and found me, and I was moving with him. I was in complete ecstasy. My heart was beating fast. I began to move faster, and then he inserted his fingers. What was he doing to me! I was almost there, and I opened my legs more. Then he stopped, and I grabbed his hand. We looked at each other, and he saw my longing.

  He whispered, “Not yet, Angela.”

  Brandon got off the bed, and he took off the rest of his clothes. He gently lay on top of me, and we kissed and held each other tight. I wanted him inside of me. There was no time for a condom. I wanted to feel him. I couldn’t wait any longer. We moved together, and we were a perfect fit. He was gentle and easy, and he was waiting for me to let go. For the first time, I knew what it truly felt like to be the center of a man’s attention sexually. Every stroke was slow and deep. Brandon was taking me to the climax, but I held on to it. I loved him in me, and I didn’t want it to end. I held it until I couldn’t any more. I pushed harder towards him when my body was aching and throbbing. I screamed.

  Brandon never stopped stroking. He made me come multiple times, and he gazed into my eyes each time. He understood what my body wanted and what it was doing, and he worked each time to maximize each point of pleasure when I came. Each release was more intense than the one before. I’ve never known this much pleasure, never.

  Finally, he began his climb. He was moving faster, and I was accepting him, enjoying him. He started to pull out, but I wouldn’t let him. I didn’t want him to stop because I was almost there again. Our bodies were in tuned together, and I wanted him deeper. We knew this was it, and we could not back away from each other. The tension in his body grew as he climaxed. He pushed so hard until I couldn’t breathe, and I couldn’t move. I opened my legs more for him, and he responded more. I pushed harder against him because I wanted him to feel the exact full ecstasy he made me feel so many times before. Then he relaxed, breathing and kissing me.

  I loved the way Brandon felt against my skin. I didn’t want him to get up. I needed him. I hated that our connection was over. I scooted next to him, and we simply lay together for a long time. But I wasn’t done. I kissed him all over his face, his neck, his chest, and yes I went down on him. He was just a complete turn on, and I couldn’t get enough of him. Why couldn’t I just say no? Why was my lust for him so damn strong? This time, I was on him. I gave him the same attention he gave me. I wouldn’t let go until he did. He felt even better this time, and we continued until we were drained. To me, it lasted forever. We didn’t feel rushed or bothered with time. It was just me and Brandon, and that’s all that mattered.

  Eventually, we fell asleep. I was on him, and his hands were wrapped around me, and that’s how we slept. It was the most comfortable sleep I ever had.

  SATURDAY, JUNE 27, 2009

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  The truck! I woke from my sleep. I have to move it out of Ms. Emma’s back yard. I sat up still naked in bed. I looked around thinking Brandon was there, but he wasn’t. I was glad actually. I wouldn’t have to explain why I was leaving in the middle of the night.

  I didn’t know how I felt about Brandon emotionally. I know I wasn’t in love, but he sure won me over. He made me feel wonderful. He took me away from all the drama that had built around my life, and I needed that escape. He was in my head now. I didn’t want him that close. He deserved better than me.

  I got out of bed and put on some clothes. I had to finish what I started with Ms. Emma. I went to her back yard. The truck still set where Lawrence Clark parked it. I looked over at the flower bed. I bet when he got up yesterday, he didn’t think he would be eating dirt. Mean old bastard anyway!

  I climbed in the truck, and I found his keys in the ignition. Thank goodness because I would hate to dig him up just to get the keys. His truck started right up, and I backed it out slowly to the cul-de-sac. I drove it right out of town to Threshold. I parked it behind an empty grocery store, and I lay down in the front seat for the rest of the evening. I had to think about where I was going to really leave his truck. Maybe, when I woke up I’ll have a better idea where to hide it.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  Yesterday was such a long day, and my body was feeling the effects. Every single part of my body was aching, and I could barely walk. I stretched and yawned. Sleeping in the truck was a bad idea. I wasn’t going to drive that thing any place else. I wanted to get back to Wisp as soon as possible. I realized that I didn’t have money for the shuttle. So, I search the truck for change. I found two dollars in quarters.

  It was scorching hot as I walked across the parking lot to the closest bus stop. I showed up at the perfect time because it was pulling up. I paid my dollar, and I sat in the back. The air conditioner was a welcome relief.

  When I finally made it back to Red Rooster Circle, I saw a police car parked in front of Ms. Emma’s house. I know she wasn’t spilling her guts to the cops. I was so nervous. I didn’t know whether to turn around or keep going. I had no other place to go. So, there was really no choice. I had to keep going to Beth’s house. I tried not to stare at the police car.

  Right when I was about to go up the sidewalk to Beth’s house, Ms. Emma shouted out of her door for me to come over. I stared at her. Was she trying to set me up? Not Ms. Emma, not after what I did for her. She smiled and stepped out onto the porch, and the police, who looked very familiar, joined her. He appeared to be in a good mood, and he was smiling at Ms. Emma. I decided to see what she wanted and to make sure I was still in the clear.

  When I got to her porch, Ms. Emma introduced me to the police officer. “Angela, this is my son, Officer Hoss Clark.”

  She never said a word about her son and her son being a police officer on top of that. I could have flipped my lid. I remained calm and shook his hand, “It’s very nice to meet you, Officer Clark.” Do you know I buried your mean ass daddy in your mom’s back yard?

  “I remember you, Angela. I was at the hotel fire. I stopped you.”

  “Oh,” I exclaimed. “I thought you looked familiar.”

  “How are you making out?”

  “I’m doing really good.” I gave Ms. Emma a quick glance. This dude was scaring me. I expected him to question me at any moment about Lawrence Clark.

  “Excellent. Were you able to recoup any of your loses?”

  “No, I really didn’t have anything to recoup.”

  “Oh, it was a total loss?”

  “Yes, a total loss.” I answered. I just wanted to break off
running and disappear. I did not like talking to police officers.

  “Do you have family in the area?” Now, he was just being nosy, trying to figure out who I was.

  “No, I was staying in the hotel for a shot while, and then, I was going to move on. But since the fire burned all of my cash, I wasn’t able to do that.”

  “You’re staying with Beth, right? Mom told me you were staying with her.”

  This was beginning to feel like an interrogation. Did he know something? Why doesn’t he just say it? I said calmly, “I am. She was kind enough to open her home to me.”

  “She seems to be very nice.”

  Seems to be? I didn’t miss that one. I nodded with a smile, agreeing. I remarked, “Well, I better get going. Ms. Emma, I’ll talk to you later?”

  She was strangely cheerful as she spoke, “Of course, my dear, I’ll be right here.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Officer Clark.”

  “You too, Angela.” He gave me a warm smile as I exited the porch.

  I sure wish I knew her son was a cop before I buried the body in her back yard. It is done now. I wasn’t going to worry about it unless I absolutely had to. I went home to get ready for work. I needed to get back to normalcy.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  I didn’t see Brandon at first. I hated to think he was avoiding me. Sharyn, the middle aged woman I met when I first got to the bookstore a week ago, was helping customers at the register. Evanna was wiping down an entire empty shelf. She was surrounded by books on the floor, and Nate was upstairs on the computer helping a little kid. I went to the stockroom, and there was a cart full of manga. I wheeled the cart out onto the floor, and immediately Brandon called me from his office. He scared me because I didn’t even see him.

  For some odd reason, I was nervous. I looked around at the store and no one was paying attention to me. I cleared my throat, and I made my way to his office. He closed the door once I was inside. His cologne was capturing my every sense. We were standing close once again, and I wanted him closer.

  He asked in a soft voice, “Are you okay, Angela?”

  I closed my eyes. Why did he have this spell on me? He touched my chin, and he brought our lips together. I did not want to fall for this guy. I had to gain control. I stepped away, pursing my lips together, tasting what was left behind of his kiss. Oh, he was so sweet.

  Brandon was nothing like Alex or Jason. He was different. I didn’t feel like we were hiding. I didn’t feel like I was a curiosity. I felt like a woman that was needed. This was not a game. Maybe, this is what Ms. Emma was talking about, feeling love to the core.

  “What’s wrong?” He asked.

  “Nothing, I’m just...I don’t know.” Being in the same room with him took my breath away.

  “I don’t regret last night.”

  I looked up at him. His eyes meant what he said. I was in big trouble. He was falling for me, and I believe I was falling for him.

  “Brandon...”

  “Do you have any regrets, Angela?”

  I answered in a whisper, “No.” And I didn’t.

  “You felt so good.” He pulled me close again, and we kissed. He was driving me crazy, and this was not the place. I wanted him right then, but we couldn’t. I stepped back a little.

  “Brandon, was there something else you wanted to see me about?”

  “Yes,” Brandon smiled and went behind his desk. He handed me an envelope with my name on it. “Your pay.”

  “My first pay, thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. What are you doing tonight?”

  “I don’t know. Nothing, I guess.”

  “Dinner in Threshold?”

  I wanted to say no, but I couldn’t. I wanted to make him mad at me, but I loved his attention. I answered, “Dinner will be nice, but how about at your place?”

  “Dinner at my place sounds great. Matter of fact, I can show you my amazing cooking skills.”

  “You have amazing cooking skills? I can’t wait.” I said.

  “You’ll be impressed. I’ll pick you up around eight?”

  “That sounds good.”

  I was going to be away from the house tonight. That’s excellent because I was still afraid of Dillon making unannounced visits. From what I could tell, he didn’t come over to the house last night. Maybe, he saw Brandon’s car and changed his mind, or he must have spent the evening with Beth. Because I have a feeling any opportunity he has, he’s going to take it.

  I surprised myself when I kissed Brandon. I left out of his office quickly before we could get any closer. I pushed my cart to the manga section, and I dived into my work. I was surrounded by older teenagers as I moved books around to place the new ones in alphabetical order. I worked for nearly three hours in that section. I decided to take my break early. I had to use the computer.

  Nate was on his cell phone when I got to the second floor. He was a young, black guy with a clean shaven haircut. He was tall, lean, and he spoke with intelligence. Evanna told me he was a senior in high school, and Brandon was considering backing his college education. But Nate had to keep a perfect 4.0 throughout his high school career. I bet Nate had no problem keeping his grades up. I waved at him getting his attention, and he smiled letting me know he was on the way.

  I wiggled the mouse to wake up the computer. I was feeling kind of smart. Nate joined me when I was looking at the icons. He asked, “What you need, Angela?”

  “Take me to a website that will help me search the news out of Alabama.”

  I moved out the way so Nate could type. His fingers were moving fast, and he brought up a website. He stated, “There you go.”

  “That’s all I need, Nate. Thank you.”

  “No problem, Ma.” He went back to the desk on the other side of the room and back to his cell phone conversation.

  I typed in the name ‘Jason Stone’. The computer loaded a list of articles with his name in it. I choose the first one and started reading.

  Homicide Ruling for Jason Stone’s Death

  Jason Stone, a popular southern college basketball player, died on Saturday, May 23rd 2009 in Colum, Alabama at State Senator Raymond Carver’s personal home. He fell off of a diving board and hit his head causing traumatic and irreversible damage to his brain. Lowndes County Medical Examiner, Dr. Jasmine Jameson, also reported Stone as having a high level of control substances such as diazepam and codeine, along with other drugs in his system. Stone was also intoxicated beyond the legal limit. He was 19 years old, which meant he was under the legal age of drinking. It is believed alcohol and drugs contributed to his falling death. Lowndes County Sheriff is investigating the possibility that he was poisoned by unknown assailants. The local office of the FBI has been called in to assist in the investigation. As of now, there are no new details as to what the authorities have uncovered.

  ~Nikki Laramore

  Lowndes Dispatch

  Monday, June 22, 2009

  This was nothing new, except for the FBI part. I didn’t like that. I went back to the last page with the list, and I picked the second choice. Maybe, the next one will give more information.

  Party Goers Seeking Lawyers in Questioning of Jason Stone’s Death

  Lowndes County Sheriff Department has been trying to question confirmed party goers that were at the Carver Mansion on May23rd about Jason Stone’s death but most of them are seeking legal representation before answering any questions. Stone fell from a diving board and died of head trauma caused by the fall, drugs, and alcohol. The Sheriff Department believes that Stone’s drink was spiked without his knowledge, and it has been confirmed that Stone was allergic to diazepam, in which he was given a lethal dose. The County Examiner states that even if he didn’t suffer a traumatic fall, he would have succumbed to the deadly mixture of drugs and alcohol. The Lowndes County Sheriff Department advised they are making progress because of the party goers who are willing to speak to police without legal representation. They believe in due time, they will have a s
uspect.

  Carrie Weir

  Alabama Sun

  Thursday, June 25, 2009

  I was going to jail. Someone is going to remember something at that party, and I’m going to be done for. I had a limited amount of time in Wisp. Eventually, I needed to figure out a way to get out of this town and as soon as possible. People watch the news, listen to the radio, and the police will have my picture posted all over the place. I’ve absolutely ruined my life, and there was no way of fixing it. I ruined any possibility of hope with Brandon, but I only met Brandon because I was running from my past. I wouldn’t even know him if I hadn’t of killed my ex-boyfriends. What a crazy turn-around of events.

  Jason’s senior photograph loomed on the computer screen. He was my first boyfriend. He was the first man I loved, and he was the first man I killed. I hated him for what he made me do. He ruined my life. If I could change my past, I would, but that meant I wouldn’t meet Walter, Brandon, and Ms. Emma. They were so important to me.

  I was so worried about Jason that I totally forgot about Alex. I wondered what the details behind Alex’s death were. I typed his name in the search window, and there was a list of articles for him, too. Great! I bet my butt was really in hot water with this one. I clicked on the first one.

  I held my breath. I remember those eyes. I remember that gorgeous smile, but what a liar he was. What a user, and what a fool I was to waste my time with him. I can look back and clearly see how stupid I was to believe in him. He hid me from his family. I can’t even believe it got that far to the point where I felt I needed to literally put him down.

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