Trevor put his hands on her hips and ran them along the sides of her stomach and chest. “You have the perfect figure.”
“Don't lie.” Karen never knew how to take a compliment.
Trevor smirked. “You have no idea.” He pulled Karen's shirt over her head. Trevor took a step back and admired her. “Sexy.”
Sexy? Karen had never heard someone call her that before. It was so foreign. And couldn't possibly be true. She stood there and uncomfortably tried to cover the naked parts of her body.
Trevor tore her arms away until they rested at her sides. His hand sneaked around her back and unhooked her black bra. She stood frozen as he methodically lowered the straps down her shoulders until her bountiful breasts were exposed.
Trevor kissed her again and whispered in her ear, “Now that's more like it.” His hands felt up her chest, twisting and pulling on her nipples until they came to attention.
Karen closed her eyes and moaned to his touch. He was an expert at this and Karen didn't care if he had been with a million women before her. Because now she was the one benefiting from it all.
Trevor unbuttoned her pants and let them drop to the ground. The only thing left guarding Karen's purity was a tiny black thong. Trevor did the same with his jeans but took off his underwear along with them.
Karen looked away immediately. It was almost embarrassing how big he was. And how scary it was.
Trevor came up to her and held her close. He took her by the chin and forced her to look him in his eyes. That ocean told her so much in just one glance. She was his property for the night and nothing was going to change that.
His hands came around and cupped Karen's tight ass. She could feel his thick member throbbing against her stomach. He was ready for her and if the wetness between her legs was any indication, then she was ready for him.
Trevor began an assault of kisses. Starting at the crook of her neck and working his way down. Each kiss was a combination of tickling and pleasure. He made it to her breasts and worshiped every inch of them. He took each nipple in his mouth and didn't stop sucking until Karen cried out.
“It feels so good,” Karen said.
Trevor left a trail of kisses down her stomach until he made it Karen's tiny black thong. He took them by the teeth and lowered them down until they rested around her knees. He looked up at Karen with a devilish smile.
She knew what he wanted and there was no way of stopping him now.
Trevor slammed his face into Karen's crotch, his tongue reaching her dripping wet pussy. Trevor was no longer gentle. He ravaged her, rolling her clit along his tongue, moving lower and tasting her. The sudden injection of ecstasy was too much to handle. Karen could only open her mouth and let out a whimper.
She held Trevor's head against her as he tasted her over and over again. Karen ran her fingers along his closely shaved head. She pushed her hips forward to meet his mouth.
“I'm so close,” Karen said.
Trevor doubled his efforts. His hands reached around and grabbed her ass, using it as leverage to force his tongue deeper into Karen.
She whipped her head back and let out a howl as she came hard. Her legs locked into place and lightning ran through her body. Trevor didn't stop until the ripples and aftershocks of the orgasm finally faded.
Karen was so lightheaded that she fell flat on her butt. “What did you do to me?”
Trevor wiped her wetness from his mouth with the back of his hand. “I couldn't help myself. You just tasted so good.”
Karen was a pool of goo. Everything she touched was heightened. The dirt between her finger nails felt like the freshest soil. Just the slightest kiss would bring another orgasm.
Trevor stood before her in all his glory. The moon barely lit his naked body. His cock looked almost like a third leg to Karen. Sudden fear tore through Karen. Trevor ripping her apart was a possibility.
She leaned back and spread her legs for Trevor. “Finish what you started,” she ordered.
Trevor didn't need to be asked again. He mounted Karen, shoving his manliness deep into her eager pussy. Karen wrapped her legs around Trevor's back and pushed him further inside.
“I need you,” Karen whispered over and over again.
Trevor thrust in and out, sliding his cock into Karen. “You're so tight,” he replied.
Karen could barely think. The pleasure flooded her head and there was nothing else. Only the two of them. She never wanted it to end.
Trevor had been with a lot of women before but this was completely different. He felt like he was spiritually connected to her. Every thrust brought them closer together.
“Come with me, Trevor. Come with me,” Karen said.
Trevor couldn't hold on any longer. It was all too much for him. “I'm close, Karen.”
“Come inside me!”
Trevor unloaded, fucking Karen harder and harder, releasing his seed inside her. At the same moment, Karen felt a surge of ecstasy wash over her as her second orgasm hit. They both basked in the glory of the moment and screamed until their lungs burned.
Chapter Fourteen
Karen rolled over in bed and felt something dig into her back. Her eyes shot open and the blindingly bright sun and clear sky reminded her that she wasn't at home in bed. She pulled the rock from underneath her and lay back down. The blanket next to her was empty.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
Karen sat up to see Trevor crouched next to a small fire. She covered her bare chest with the blanket and raked her fingers through her knotty hair. It was a poor excuse for a comb but it would have to do. She wasn't used to having men seeing her in this kind of state. Especially men that she had slept with.
“What are you cooking? It smells divine.”
“Eggs and bacon,” Trevor replied, using a spatula to flip the bacon.
“I didn't even know you brought food out here. So you knew you were going to get lucky last night?”
Trevor smiled. “I had an idea...”
“You're so unbelievably cocky,” Karen replied.
Trevor put down the spatula and jumped on top of Karen, trapping her in between his legs. “I think you like that about me.”
Karen knew it was true but she didn't want to say it. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”
Trevor let out a hearty laugh. “Oh really. We'll see about that.” He bent over and planted a kiss on Karen's lips.
“But our breakfast is going to burn,” she said into his mouth.
“Fuck it,” he replied, biting on Karen's bottom lip.
She was lost again. Lost in the passion. Lost in Trevor. She wouldn't be able to communicate anymore.
Trevor nibbled on her neck and Karen could feel his cock grow rock hard against her. He pulled down the blanket until Karen's large breasts were exposed.
“Anyone ever tell you how damn good you're tits look?”
Karen flushed and couldn't think of anything to say. All she knew was that she needed him again.
Trevor didn't wait for a response anyway. He bent down and buried his face in her soft pillows. She held him against her chest and wanted to stay in the desert for eternity.
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Karen lost count of how many orgasms she had. All she knew was that she wished her new job could be fucking Trevor all day.
Trevor took the hot pan off the fire. “I think we'll have to do something else for breakfast.”
Karen's stomach grumbled. She had barely eaten anything the night before and now the idea of not eating for awhile was a scary thought.
Trevor picked up on it immediately. “I know a diner not far from here.” It's like he knew exactly what Karen was thinking. Or he was just extremely hungry himself.
They packed their stuff up into the compartments on his motorcycle and strapped the blanket down. Karen took one last look at their camp and smiled. “What a wonderful night,”she said quietly to herself.
Trevor started the bike and threw a helmet to Karen. “You ready?”
Karen was surprised she caught the helmet and strapped it on. “Let's go.”
They rode the empty streets in the early morning and Karen enjoyed the cold wind through her hair. She desperately needed a shower and a change of clothes but that would mean ending her date with Trevor. And she didn't want it to stop.
Trevor pulled into the parking lot of Harry's diner and switched off the ignition.
“I didn't know this place still existed. I used to come here for milkshakes with my friends.”
“Harry's still here and still serving milkshakes.”
Karen followed Trevor inside and the smell of coffee and pancakes filled the place. Karen was tempted to steal food off of the plates she passed by. Trevor took the booth in the back and Karen sat across from him.
She didn't need to even look at the menu to know what she wanted. “Scrambled eggs and bacon,” she told the impatient waitress.
Trevor glanced at the menu and closed it. “I'll have the same.”
“Where are we going to find this Fallon so that we can question him?”
“I wasn't expecting talk about serial killers so early in the morning,” Trevor replied. “You're going to ruin my appetite.”
“After the morning we had, I don't think anything or anyone can stop me from devouring this food.”
Trevor remembered making Karen come over and over again. He looked around for the bathroom. They had just enough time before the food came for another round.
Karen shook her head. “No way, Trevor.”
Trevor put his hands up. “What?”
“Oh I can see it in your eyes. Like I said before, nobody is going to stop me from eating this meal.”
Trevor slumped in his seat, defeated and silent.
Karen tried to ask again about Fallon but their food was brought out. A plate of scrambled eggs and bacon was set before her. She didn't even wait for Trevor to start eating before she dug in.
Trevor watched Karen with a fascination. She shoveled bite after bite into her mouth and didn't even take a second to breathe. “You certainly didn't eat like this at dinner last night.”
Karen realized she was eating like a slob. Her mother would have slapped the fork right out of her hand. It was not how a lady behaves. She wiped her mouth with the corner of a white napkin. “Can you tell me about Fallon?”
Trevor took a bite of his eggs. “You're not going to be able to question him,” he said with a mouthful of chewed food.
Karen tried to ignore the gross scene and focused on her own food. “And why not?”
“He won't talk to cops. None of the clubs will.”
“But you talked to me?”
“That was different,” Trevor said.
“How?”
Trevor set down his fork. “I didn't know you were FBI the night we kissed outside the bar.”
“But you still talked to me after you found out.”
Trevor reached across the table and touched her hand. A tingle flowed up Karen's arm. “You have your ways of convincing,” he said.
Karen ate the last piece of bacon on her plate. “And my charms won't work on him?”
“The whole town knows about you investigating the murders. If Fallon is our killer, then he is going to stay away from you.”
“So what do you propose we do then?”
Trevor rubbed his hands together. “Old-fashioned stakeout.”
Chapter Fifteen
“You have any more chips?” Trevor asked.
Karen threw the open bag across to the passenger seat. The two of them had been parked in front of the the Devil Hearts clubhouse for two days straight now. They had taken turns going to the bathroom and taking showers. Fallon hadn't left the building since they first tracked him here.
“When I said stakeout, I didn't really think that I would be sitting in a rental car for days at a time. Especially with a beautiful woman that I can't even touch.” His hand wandered over to Karen's thigh and she brushed him away.
“I want it just as bad as you but we need to stay focused. We can't be fooling around in the backseat when Fallon makes a move.”
Trevor knocked his head onto the window. “I know. I know.”
“I'm really trusting you on this one, Trevor. We could be wasting a lot of time if this isn't our man.”
“I'd bet my life on it,” he replied.
And Karen believed him.
A man with red hair walked out of the clubhouse and into the night. “That's our man isn't it?”
Trevor nodded. They both watched him mount his bike and drive off. Karen started the car and kept her headlights off. They followed him slowly and far enough away not to be noticed. Fallon visited a pizza parlor for a quick bite and ended up at the Eight of Spades.
“This is your bar right?” Karen asked.
“Not mine but the club's.”
Karen rolled her eyes. “Well if he's from a rival MC, then why is he drinking at your place?”
“Like I said before, Fallon has always been different. He doesn't care about rivalries or loyalty. He'd kill his own man if he had the chance.”
“But your club allows him in?”
“Look around, the place is packed. I doubt they're looking at each and every person that enters to make sure they're not from a rival MC.”
Karen saw that the parking lot was almost full which was pretty good considering it was a weeknight.
“This is looking like it's going to be another long night,” Karen said.
“What time is it?” Trevor asked.
Karen pulled up her sleeve and checked her silver Rosefield watch. “Only 8:45.”
“And what time does the last class end at the college?”
Karen could see where he was going with this line of questioning. “He still has a couple hours until the last class lets out.”
Trevor leaned over the armrest and whispered into her ear, “Sitting next to you and doing nothing is torture.”
A shiver ran down Karen's spine and she took in a sudden breath. Trevor put his lips on her neck. She wanted to fight him off. To tell him that this case was too important to mess up. She kept her eyes on the front door of the bar as Trevor nibbled on her.
Karen fought against the pleasure. She tried to think of anything else that could keep her focused. But resistance was futile. Trevor's touch was too much to handle. Karen closed her eyes and put her hand on the back of Trevor's head, holding him close to her neck.
“You have no idea how good that feels,” she said. “But we should stop.” Karen peeked at the front door of the bar and everything was the same.
Trevor didn't respond as he pulled down the collar of her black jacket to get to her exposed shoulder. He kissed his way down, biting down on her black bra strap. His hand sneaked over and in between her legs. If it wasn't for her jeans, Karen would be in big trouble.
Karen was so lightheaded. She didn't know how she could ever get him to stop. Her limbs felt like jelly. Karen couldn't put up any resistance. Things were moving so quickly and she didn't want to resist anymore. “Trevor, you have to...”
Karen opened her eyes for just a moment to notice that Fallon's bike was gone. She immediately pushed Trevor off her. “Where the fuck is his motorcycle?”
Trevor turned towards the front of the bar. His eyes searched the row of bikes but they came up empty. “I don't know.”
He jumped out of the car and ran to the motorcycles. He went through each one looking for Fallon's black and yellow Harley. But it wasn't there. He turned back to Karen in the car and shook his head.
Karen cursed and started the car. Trevor ran towards her as she quickly spun the car around. He jumped into the passenger seat as she shot out of the parking lot.
“How the fuck did he get past us?” Karen asked.
Trevor punched the console in front of him. “He knew he was being watched.”
“But how?”
“He must've spotted us outside his clubhouse. We should've been more car
eful.”
“So now we're fucked. He isn't going to kill someone when he's got the heat on him.”
Trevor turned to Karen. “Get to the college now. Fallon loves a challenge. He wouldn't stop for anyone.”
Karen slammed her foot down onto the pedal and sped through a red light.
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