by Sable Hunter
Destry thought a moment. “If you don’t mind, send me one of the photos and let me see if I can get some of my acquaintances in Homeland Security to run it through some of their programs. With Alivia’s permission, they’ve taken her program and modified it to make it even more powerful. They’re using it to track members of Isis on the dark web.”
“I’ll do it.” Micah immediately took out his phone and sent a photo to Destry. “This is a picture that was taken of Father Murray and his protégé.”
Destry studied the photo. “Funny, they don’t look like killers. They look weak. Ineffectual. Almost effeminate.”
Micah leaned in to take a closer look. “Yea, they do.” He chuckled. “Maybe that’s where all their anger comes from. Lashing out at women they could never possibly attract.”
“So…” Destry tapped his lower lip. “You think this young man started killing women in honor of Murray, followed in his footsteps, so to speak.”
“Yea, that’s the best theory we have now.” Micah’s eyes followed Madison as she walked across the room to join Savvy. He couldn’t help but smile.
Destry, noticing the path of his partner’s gaze, cleared his throat. “Any more contact from our adversary south of the border?”
“Not since he sent me the painting.”
“What did you do with it?”
Micah cut his friend a sharp glance. “Well, I damn sure didn’t hang it over the fireplace. I sent it to a laboratory to see if there were any latent fingerprints or other forensic evidence that could be gleaned from the painting or the frame.”
“Good idea.” His attention returned to the photo on this phone. “Let me see what I can do with this thing.” He let out a long breath. “Might as well do it now, since I seem to find myself alone for the evening.”
As the crowd roared in the stands, the runners from the loaded bases came in one by one. Micah clapped Destry on the back. “Sorry, chap. If she shows up or anyone hears from her, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
“Thanks.” Destry stood and pointed at the door. “I’ll be at the hotel. As soon as I get any results, I’ll let you and Sax know.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“Just let me get this one program going and then we’ll…” Alivia blushed at what she didn’t say.
Saxon sat across the table from her. His ardor hadn’t cooled, neither time nor distance seemed to lessen his desire for this woman. “Then we’ll…?”
She didn’t answer, just shook her head and grinned. “We’re running out of time, you know?” Her smile faded. “The pageant officially begins tomorrow, and I just have this overwhelming sense of impending doom, like I’m going to blow it or something.”
“Nonsense.” Saxon shifted in his seat over her wording. ‘Blow it’ hit a completely different set of sensors for him. “We know a helluva lot more now than when we started. And it’s not over yet.” He reached across the table and covered her hand with his. “We’ll catch this guy, one way or the other.”
“I hope so. We’ve spent a lot of time and resources to fail now.” She hit enter on the program. “This will tell us if Father Murray’s or Raymond’s name is mentioned in any document online, for any reason.”
“Good. No stone unturned.” Saxon reached over and shut her laptop. “Now, where were we?”
The heat in his eyes warmed Alivia to her core. Feeling adventurous, she slipped one foot out of her shoe, and slid it up and down his calf, giving him her best come-hither stare. “Does that feel like the right spot?”
Saxon inhaled sharply at her bold teasing. He loved it. “A little higher maybe.”
“Higher?” She batted her lashes at him, loving the heat shining in his eyes. “What would that do?”
“You’ve always enjoyed getting a rise out of me.” Saxon winked at her. “I can guarantee this is a sure-fire way to go about it.”
Knowing she could make him hard with such little effort pleased Alivia to no end. She wasn’t sure why, this wasn’t like her at all. The knowledge of how much she’d changed since meeting Saxon should worry her – but it didn’t. She’d lived her life alone and devoted to work for so long, she deserved this. Didn’t she? “I’m not sure what you’re saying,” she teased, using her bare foot to slip beneath the hem of his pants to tease his flesh, then slid her foot up his pants leg to drag her arch across his thigh. “I need…hard evidence.”
Never taking his eyes from her face, he noted the way her eyes shone, and the way her delicate pink tongue licked her lips. “Ah, well, let me show you.”
Taking her foot in his palm, he settled it directly over a large, rock-hard ridge. Alivia shivered. She knew exactly how it felt to have him inside of her and she wanted it again. “Impressive.”
“All for you, darlin’, all for you.” He gave her a crooked, teasing smirk. “Shall we take advantage of our alone time?” He now knew how parents felt with young children. “No use wasting an opportunity.”
Wiggling her toes against the steel rod of his cock, she made sure Saxon realized what he was doing to her. “Taking advantage of you was sort of the plan when I asked to come back to the room.”
Saxon chuckled. “Oh, really? And to think I just thought you didn’t like baseball.”
“There are some balls I like to play with.” She gave him a sultry smile, enjoying their banter.
“Oh, you are playing with fire.” He pressed her foot harder against his erection, sliding the sole over the length, groaning lowly at the pleasure the friction brought him. “Two can play this game.”
He gripped her foot and began massaging it – up and down – arch to heel, ball to toes, until Alivia was about to melt from sheer ecstasy. If she didn’t have this man inside of her soon, she would lose it. “Burn me, baby,” she whispered as she began to unbutton her blouse.
Saxon felt his arousal flare. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Alivia’s cheeks were flushed with passion, her eyes bright with anticipation, and her nipples were hard and poking through the thin material of her blouse – begging to be sucked. “Damn, baby, I can’t wait to strip you down to kiss every inch of your beautiful body.”
“I don’t think I have that much time; I need you now.”
“Then you’ll have me.” Saxon didn’t need any further encouragement. Standing up, he held her gaze as he began tearing off his tie and stripping out of his shirt. “Come here, sweet girl.”
“I’m not a sweet girl,” she said, raising her chin in defiance.
“No, you’re a full-grown woman, and I for one am very glad.” He threw his shirt and tie to the floor and began working on his pants.
Alivia was busy with her own clothes – kicking off her shoes and releasing the zipper of her skirt. She was tingling all over, her heart beating ninety miles a minute. “I’m glad we met.” The confession slipped from her lips before she could contain it.
“So am I, baby.” Saxon took the time to move their laptops to a safe place, then swept the papers left on the table to the floor. Grabbing her around the waist, he lifted her onto the solid surface as if she weighed nothing. Settling her gently on her back, he took a moment to appreciate the view – incredible breasts, a tiny waist, flared hips and what lay between her legs was his favorite spot on the entire planet. Slick pink tender folds that hid a paradise tight enough to drive a man mad. Spreading her legs, he bent to place a kiss on her swollen clit, reveling in the evidence of her desire. “You’re ready for me.”
“You think?”
Saxon smiled. Alivia’s snarky little comment revealed her deep need – one that matched his own. Holding her gaze with his own, he aligned the head of his cock to her opening and stopped. “Is this what you want?”
“Tease,” she growled, wriggling on the crest of his cock, trying to scoot down enough to force him inside. “Don’t you want it?”
Saxon dipped his head for a kiss, capturing her lips to suck on their sweetness. “More than air.” Hell, he was more fucking aroused than he’d ever been. Th
is woman was a constant temptation to him. When he wasn’t with her, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Being inside of Alivia was what he lived for.
“Show me.”
“Gladly.” With one move, he gripped her hips, and lifted her to him, impaling her on his cock. “Fuck…baby.” They both moaned simultaneously. Saxon threw his head back and shut his eyes, relishing the most perfect clinging, fluttering, gripping pussy he could ever imagine.
She gasped as she clung to him, staring up at Saxon with wide eyes, seeming to drink him in. The moment hit him hard, the bond he felt with her reached right into his chest and tugged at his heart, squeezing. He felt the momentous tingle from his head to his balls. This was different than any relationship he’d ever known, not a simple hookup, not a casual fling. Saxon knew he’d fallen for this woman. He couldn’t picture his future without her. “You’re mine, Alivia Hart. Do you hear me?” Digging his fingers into her ass, he arched up, flexing his hips and pushing even deeper into her tight channel.
“Oh, God, Saxon…”
His name on her lips was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. “Is that what you need?” Was he what she needed?
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, writhing against him – clasping, squeezing, milking him with a look of desperation on her face. “Saxon, I need…”
If it was in his power, anything she needed from him was hers. “What, baby? More? Deeper?”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she buried her face against his shoulder. “You, Saxon, I need you.”
In one heartbeat, with one thrust, everything coalesced for Saxon. This was forever for him, and from this moment on, he’d do everything in his power to convince Alivia she felt the same way. “You’ve got me, sweetheart, you’ve got me.” Cupping his hands beneath her bottom, he guided her along his aching shaft. Inside of Alivia was the most perfect place in the world. The sublime friction of his greedy cock tunneling through her softness was almost too good to endure. “I don’t intend to ever let you go.” Over and over, he moved her luscious body up and down every inch of his grateful cock.
As he thrust to the hilt – again and again – Alivia’s head fell back, and she keened her approval. “Yes, Saxon, yes!” Raising her legs, she clasped them around Saxon’s hips and lifted herself to cling to him, trying to work herself up and down on his steel shaft. “So good. So good.”
He’d never felt anything like it. His cock was being caressed, clasped, milked. Almost out of his mind with pleasure, Saxon lost control. He needed her – he needed it all. Deeper. Harder. Faster. Pressing her to the table, he began to fuck her in earnest. He clenched his jaw in an effort to stall the rising need to come. Alivia didn’t help matters – her hands moving over his body, her lips feathering kisses over his neck and shoulders, her incredible breasts rubbing against his chest. “I can’t go much longer,” he whispered.
“You don’t have to.” She nipped his chest. “I can’t hold back either.” Using her tongue, she painted a lacy pattern on his pec between words of praise. “You’re so big. I love how you make me feel. I’m burning and aching.” She kissed his neck. “I’ll never get enough of you. Never.”
God in heaven, his head was swimming with possibilities. “I want you just as much.” He was overwhelmed with pleasure, almost blind with it. Her words just pushed him to the edge. “Let go, beautiful. Don’t hold back. We have a million orgasms in our future.” Running his hands beneath her, Saxon shuttled his cock in and out of her, loving how her breasts bounced and how she moaned and whimpered. And when she cried out, clenching around him so tight he could barely pull in and out, panting hard – nails scoring his back – he let out a groan of his own, “Alivia!”
Ecstasy roared through him, the irresistible tingle beginning at the base of his dick. There was no stopping the pounding rush of pleasure. With the last of his energy, he thrust hard, holding onto the far edge of the table as he pumped into her over and over. His satisfaction surged when her body arched and jerked with bliss. A keening cry erupted from her lips and her pussy spasmed around him, milking every last drop of cum from his cock. As he stilled, a sense of contentment stole over him, and he placed a soft kiss in the valley between her breasts. “You are amazing.”
As Alivia’s breathing slowed, she cupped the side of his face. “You’re pretty incredible yourself.” Saxon stole one kiss, then braced himself to pull out. Alivia held him still. “Don’t move just yet.” She wanted to keep him inside of her just a moment longer. He’d poured himself into her, and she wanted to preserve their connection. “Stay, just a second or two. Please.”
“This table is hard.” He kept himself in place, but lifted her into his arms and settled them on the bed. “I’ll hold you as long as you’ll let me.” Saxon cradled her close, burying his face in her neck. His heart was pounding – he couldn’t wait another moment. “Alivia, I need to ask you something…”
Alivia tensed, then jumped when the banging on the door began.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
“Special delivery!”
“Micah,” Saxon muttered as Alivia lifted off his satiated cock and rushed to grab her clothes and run to the bathroom.
“I’ll take a shower, be back soon.” She gave him a shy smile that he returned with a wink.
“Our conversation isn’t over,” he promised her retreating figure. “Hold on, Wolfe!” he yelled as he scrambled to find his underwear and pants.
When he was decent, he opened the door to find Savvy waiting next to Micah.
“What took you so long?” she asked, peering into the room.
“I was busy,” he answered, holding Micah’s gaze. “Thanks.” Saxon stepped aside so Savvy could roll over the threshold.
“You missed a good game. The Rangers won,” Micah said dryly, doing a good impression of the robot and sneaking a glance into the interior of the hotel room. “But…I suspect you were preoccupied with something equally enjoyable.”
“I was.” Saxon gestured for Micah to enter. “Anything go on at the stadium I need to know about?”
“I don’t have time to come in. I don’t like to leave Madison alone too long.” Micah frowned. “You don’t know where Victoria got off to, do you? Destry hasn’t heard from her since she skipped off on some errand.”
“No. I don’t think Alivia has either; she hasn’t mentioned it.” Although, they’d been a little too busy to notice. “I’ll ask her when she comes out of the bathroom.”
“You do that.” He turned to leave, then stopped. “Destry is using some high-powered homeland security computer program to see if he can spot our man online or in any database anywhere. We’ll let you know if we find anything. He should get an answer pretty quickly.”
“Great. We’re doing the same thing, but maybe HLS can go places we can’t.”
Once Micah was gone, Saxon knew he should be concerned about all of this – and he was. But there was more to life than work. Hell, there was more to life than apprehending criminals and protecting the public – there was happiness, life, and love.
His future. A future he wanted to spend with Alivia.
“Is Alivia all right?”
Savvy’s question brought him out of his reverie. “Yea she’s fine.” He noticed her checking out the mess on the floor and the rumpled bed covers. “We…we…”
Crossing her mechanical arms over her breasts, Savvy pinned him with a stare. “What exactly are your intentions concerning Alivia? Are they honorable?”
Saxon almost choked. Coughing out a laugh, he answered, “Yes, Savvy, my intentions are very honorable.” A thought came to him, one that made him smile. “What would you say if I told you I wanted to marry Alivia?”
Savvy’s mouth curled up in the corners. “I’d say it’s about time!”
“So, I have your permission to propose?”
“You do.”
There was a slight noise as Alivia opened the bathroom door. Saxon put a finger to his lips to indicate to Savvy to be quiet. “I’ll do t
his when the time is right,” he mouthed to her.
She nodded.
When Alivia came out, it was to find the other two looking like cats who ate canaries. “What?”
“Nothing,” Savvy muttered with a shrug. “We were just discussing baseball statistics. You missed a good game. I caught a fly ball.” She pulled it out of her front dress pocket. “Of course, it helps that my arms can stretch to six feet.”
“Congratulations.” Alivia walked past the two of them to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m worried!” she announced to no one in particular.
“What about?” Saxon came and sat beside her. “I’ll protect you. You don’t have anything to worry about.”
“It’s not that.” She clasped her hands together, squeezing her fingers tight enough to hurt. “The preliminaries begin tomorrow, and I’m nervous. I’m going to make a mess.”
Saxon put his arm around her shoulders. “You’re going to be great. None of those women have a thing on you, you’re beautiful.”
Alivia bent double, resting her head on her knees. “I’m not too worried about the evening gown and swimsuit competition, it’s the talent that’s bothering me.”
“What did you decide to do?” Saxon gathered her hair in his hand and arranged it in a silky waterfall in the middle of her back.
Groaning, Alivia hid her face. “Frankly, I’m too embarrassed to say.”
“You’ll do great, Alivia. I’ve never known you to fail at anything.” This was from Savvy, who gazed at her creator with all the confidence in the world.
Saxon nodded, and Alivia laughed. “Well, I would be all set if you two were judges.” She took a deep breath. “Oh, what am I thinking? I’m not here to win, that’s not what’s important. I just don’t want to humiliate myself.”
“I don’t think you have anything to worry about, love.” Saxon took one of her hands in both of his. “You could stand up there and recite the multiplication tables and have everyone under your spell.”
