by Sable Hunter
“Come for me, Alivia.”
Driving into her time after time, he flattened her against the hard surface, dominating her, showing her who called the shots. The friction on her clit, the way he filled her – she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to forget. Alivia no longer worried that they would catch fire. If they did, so be it, she’d go down in flames if it meant this moment could play itself out.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chanted, and Saxon moved faster and faster as Alivia fell over the cliff. Brilliant starbursts of lights sparked behind her closed eyes, a symphony of eruptions deep in her core tore through her being, and she exploded with the pleasure.
For a timeless second, Saxon held her still, allowing her to come down from the orgasm slowly, despite his need growing more desperate by the second. “You’re bleeding,” he said when she pulled back and looked at him with half-closed eyes.
Alivia wiped at her lips, pulling back with a small droplet of blood on her fingertip. “It’s not me,” she said, catching a glimpse of the single drop of blood running down his body.
Saxon followed her eyes and saw the crimson trail that slashed down through the smattering of rough hair on his broad chest. “Jesus. Again?” She gave a shy smile when he looked back up at her. “What are you, part vampire?”
“Maybe.” She’d love to eat him up but knew he’d give her a major case of indigestion. Apparently, the tangy metallic taste of blood wasn’t enough to keep Saxon’s lips from hers, and he dove back onto her mouth.
“Do you want more? I know I do.”
Carrying her over to his desk, he set her down in front of him and spun her around with force. Even though she’d just come hard, a slow, wicked twist began in her sex. Reaching across her, Saxon pushed his keyboard and mouse onto the floor.
“Careful. Those were custom made,” Alivia teased, trying to hide the fact that the rush for more was already tingling between her legs.
“I can get replacements,” he growled into her ear. The strong hands that so expertly moved her around moments ago, now pushed her over the edge of the desk until her ass was tilted up in front of Saxon. Leaning over her, he kissed a trail up her spine. “I’m going to get you off so fucking hard, sugar.”
Alivia shivered as his cock flexed and bumped against her swollen clit. “Don’t call me sugar,” she insisted, pushing her hips back, striving for more contact.
He couldn’t help but smile; she was always feisty, always willing to fire back at him and it drove Saxon around the bend. “Don’t be so impatient.” He fisted his cock and ran it back through the silky path she’d blazed through her slit moments ago.
Alivia shuddered at the sensation and gripped the edge of the desk, bracing herself for ecstasy. “This is the last time we’ll ever fuck. Make it count.”
Sliding into her sweet body felt too much like coming home for him to appreciate her demand. “I’ll always make it count.” Saxon couldn’t deny he was on fire and her sweet heat was the only thing that could extinguish the wildfire raging inside of him. As he began to move, he took it slowly, making sure her whimpers were ones of pleasure and not pain. When she pushed back against him, and her tight pussy began to milk his cock, he understood. “You want this as much as I do, don’t you?”
“I want it more,” she didn’t hesitate to admit, inspiring him to have his way, to take what she was offering.
“How about this? Do you want this?” The echo as his big palm made contact with her firm ass was deafening in the small room.
“Sweet fuck,” she keened as the sting of his strike intensified the sensation of the snap and roll of his hips that she was beginning to crave like crack. Gripping her hips, he slammed in and out of her waiting pussy, pulling her close, splitting her soul in half with every thrust. “God, you’re good. Don’t hold back!”
Driving into her as hard as he could, Saxon bent close, covering her, his teeth snapping down on the curve of her neck. He’d asked her if she was a vampire earlier, and now he wished they both were, so they could do this for a thousand more years together. This woman was unlike any he’d ever been with before, and he couldn’t get enough of her. How was he expected to just pretend this never happened? “Who are you?” Saxon asked under his breath.
“I’m your worst nightmare,” she gasped as the hard, wet glide of his erection hit just the right spot.
A bark of laughter erupted from Saxon’s lips. “The worst,” he agreed, reaching under her to find her clitoris, determined to give the sensitized bud hell with a bit of playful rubbing.
“Play fair, I can’t touch you,” she panted.
“Do you want to?”
“Yea, I do.”
He pulled out and helped her turn over, pulling her to the edge so he could fuck her face to face. “Better?”
“Much.” She hooked her ankles around his waist and looked into his eyes.
He held her gaze, returning to play with her clit. “What do you want to touch?”
“Your lips.”
She beckoned him closer, and he bent forward to claim a kiss, his mouth stamping down possessively. Even in the midst of incredible pleasure, Saxon knew this encounter wasn’t going as planned. When they were finished, Alivia wouldn’t be out of his system – he was very afraid she’d be firmly planted in his heart.
Watching him as he lost himself in her body was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Alivia knew he was about to come, his thighs were restless, quaking and jerking. He tried to hold his breath, but couldn’t, releasing it in tortured exhales. Closing his eyes, he seemed to be fucking her mindlessly, one hard smacking drive after another, as if he’d never get enough.
“No one else makes you feel like this, do they, Alivia? Only me.”
She couldn’t lie. “Only you.” Losing herself in the moment, she just touched him – his chest, his face, his arms, memorizing the way he made her feel. As she felt him surrender to his pleasure, Alivia’s own climax rose like the sun – dazzling, breathtaking – so intense she almost blacked out. “Saxon!” she cried, her body shuddering with absolute joy.
Saxon dropped down onto her. Heavy. Completely blown away by how she made him feel. He couldn’t get over the way she’d clung to him as he pumped his seed deep into her body, the way her pussy fluttered around him as she came. “Jesus H,” he whispered, realizing he was crushing her. “Sorry.” He raised up and backed away, his clothing still askew.
The sudden loss of him made Alivia feel empty. She wanted to draw him back, but she didn’t. There was no way this would quench her thirst for Saxon. Instead, their joining would create an everlasting drought that she was very afraid only he could slake.
Standing to redress herself, Alivia endeavored to act no differently than before. She didn’t want Saxon to realize how much being with him had meant.
Saxon grabbed a paper towel to clean himself, his heart beating so hard he felt dizzy. He tried to make sense of what he was feeling. If their coming together was supposed to have eradicated his desire for her, he’d just participated in an act of futility.
When he glanced up, he caught her looking at his still exposed cock. Deciding to get the upper hand, he painted a sneer on his face. “Want more, little lady?”
Alivia tore her gaze away, squaring her shoulders, determined not to let her vulnerability toward him show. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll need hours, if not days to recover. I was probably a little rough on you. Don’t worry. I understand completely.”
“You’re always so full of sass aren’t you…Gertrude?”
She fastened her bra, then froze to glare at him. “What did you just call me?”
If looks could kill, Saxon would have been instantly vaporized. “What? That is your middle name isn’t it?”
“Nobody calls me that. And if you’re smart, you won’t either.”
“You know. It’s kinda hard to take a threat seriously when the person making it can’t take their eyes off my cock.”
Alivia stepped close and g
rasped his balls in her palm. “Oh yeah?” She gave them a light squeeze, and Saxon came up on his tiptoes. “Most women never seem to be able to understand just how sensitive a man’s balls are.” Saxon drew in a ragged breath when she gripped a touch tighter. “But when you’ve kicked as many men in the nuts as I have, you gain a valuable understanding of just how little it takes to get a man’s attention. If I were you, Saxon,” she relaxed her grip a tad, “I’d refrain from making use of that unfortunate name again with me.” Her grip now turned into a soft caress that he enjoyed immensely. “Let’s be friends.” She kissed him on the open mouth. “Okay?”
Saxon nodded his head and repeated his question from before. “Who are you?”
“You know who I am. I already told you, I’m your worst nightmare.” She held his gaze, volumes of unspoken dialogue passing between them. “Depending on how you look at it, I could be your every dream come true.”
“I’ve already brought my dreams to life in Saxon’s Conquest, Alivia. I know the difference between fantasy and reality. We’ve got more serious things to worry about now, like programming our computers to catch a killer.”
“I agree, Saxon, I’m glad we’ve got all of this…distraction out of the way.” She finished straightening her clothes, grabbing her purse, then turning to unlock the door. “I’m going to go find a restroom. I need to freshen up. While I’m gone – think about this…” She gave him a wink. “I can probably out-program you with my eyes closed.”
CHAPTER NINE
While Alivia took a break, Saxon pulled himself together. He made his way to the kitchenette to brew himself a cup of strong coffee. As the Keurig hissed and whirred, he stared out the window facing the lake, completely flummoxed by what he and Alivia had just shared. “What in the hell do I do now?” Debating how to handle the situation, he didn’t move when the grinding of the coffeemaker ceased.
“Am I supposed to act as if nothing happened?” He stuffed his hands into his pockets and laid his forehead against the slightly cooler window pane. “She’s going to be back any minute. How are you going to play this, man?” Alivia turned him on more than any woman he’d ever met. He was hopelessly attracted to her gorgeous body and equally attracted to her sexy mind. As far as he was concerned, whatever sizzled between them was still hot enough to consume them both.
Did she feel the same way?
He had no idea.
For the first time in his adult life, he was having trouble reading a woman. He knew she desired him, but it was obvious she didn’t want to. At the moment, cooperation between them was essential. The task before them required their undivided attention. “I guess I’ll just play it by ear. Feel my way…” Saxon smiled, amused at his own suggestive rhetoric. Feeling his way where Alivia was concerned could be its own reward.
After doctoring his brew, he took a guess at what Alivia might like and prepared a caramel latte for her. Once he returned to his office, he found her already busy at one of the computers. As he set the mug close to her, she just kept working. He did note that everything was back in place. There was no evidence of their previous erotic encounter. Saxon guessed Alivia was opting to pretend as if she hadn’t flown apart in his arms only minutes before.
“Thanks, for the coffee. I think I have something.” She tapped the screen in front of her as she picked up the cup to take a sip. “Look.”
In separate windows, she’d pulled up each of the victim’s Facebook pages.
Saxon yanked his chair around next to her, hoping like hell he could concentrate after their little tryst. God, she smelled good. He commanded his brain to focus, but his cock had a mind of its own. “What am I looking at?”
“These posts are all from the day of the murders. Each one of them posted their whereabouts on the day they were killed.”
“So? People do that all the time. Some people can’t go to the washroom without taking a selfie or eat a bite of food before first sharing it on Instagram. What does this tell us?”
“It tells us that the killer was most likely tracking the victims through social media.”
“But Mindy Nixon’s Facebook account is private. You can’t see her posts unless…” Saxon began to put two and two together, but Alivia finished his thought.
“Unless you were friends with her. If you have the Nearby Friends feature activated, your location is shared automatically. Since these girls were beauty pageant contestants, and regularly made public appearance, I’m sure sharing their locations was fairly normal.”
“I bet you’re right. Now, we just need to figure out the friends they all had in common. These girls were public figures in a way, and probably accepted friends on Facebook more liberally than other types of people. I know Micah, in his writerly role as Don Juan, accepts almost anyone who makes a friend request.”
Alivia’s head jerked around. “Micah Wolfe is Don Juan?”
“Yea, he is. By the look on your face, I assume you’ve read his work?” He grinned as she blushed.
“Some of it.” She cleared her throat. “I guess you’re going to tell me that some of the sex scenes were inspired by stories you’ve told him about your own exploits.”
“No, I don’t kiss and tell.” He leaned in really close, so he could smell her hair. “I just kiss…really well.”
She touched her hair where his breath had brushed it, then just continued speaking. “Back to business. I already checked and made a list of their mutual people. There’s over a hundred of them, probably followers of the pageant. I doubt any of those people are our killer, but I wouldn’t rule it out. The killer, if I’m right about it being a Facebook friend, may have created a fake account and friended them all at some point. So, we need to go back and find anyone who unfriended our victims after they were murdered.”
“I can do that easily enough. This is impressive, Alivia.”
“Thanks.” She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, a moment of softness for a woman who always had to be tough. “I want to work on those name clues also. I think I can write a program to descramble those words and maybe find what links them together.”
Saxon put a hand on hers as it began to type. “In a bit. I need food right now. We didn’t get around to lunch earlier.”
“But we’re making progress.”
“Yes, we are. Even Batman and Robin need to stop for a bite sometimes. Come on. There’s no need to order in, Hannah makes sure the fridge is kept stocked with goodies we can warm up in the microwave.”
“All right.” She saved her work, then logged off. “So, I’m Robin?”
“At this point, I’d swear you are Batman himself. Just wrapped up in a way prettier package.” Saxon took her by the hand. “Let’s go eat, and then you can save Gotham.”
She followed him to the kitchen but brought a laptop with her. As he rustled up some food, he couldn’t help but glance at her often. She fascinated him, even down to the charm dangling from a bracelet on her wrist while she typed away. “You know. I’ve been meaning to ask you about that piece of jewelry you wear around your wrist.”
Alivia cut her eyes to her left hand. She stopped typing to grasp the silver disc, holding it still. “It’s nothing.” Back to the keyboard she went, hoping he’d move on.
“You aren’t vegan or anything like that are you?” Saxon asked, sliding a plate of ribs in front of her that he’d reheated in the microwave.
The smell of the barbecue sauce was enough to make her salivate. “No. Why do you ask?”
“You’ve got an edge to you, Alivia Hart.”
An edge? She fought to stifle a smile, reaching for a rib.
“I guess that answers my question.” Saxon sat back in his seat, pulling his own plate close to him. “These came from Franklin’s BBQ.”
“I thought it was closed due to a fire.”
“It is, but Aaron cooks for the Governor at home.”
“Impressive. You run with some heavy hitters – the Governor and a famous author.”
“I’m running
with you now, and I guarantee you’re equally impressive.”
Alivia felt her cheeks grow warm again. “What did you mean when you said I have an edge?”
“Oh, the blue streak in your hair, the way you dress – trendy-casual. You’ve got an edge. You’re like the hot girl in the hacker movie all the nerds are lusting after.”
She suddenly got shy, diverting her eyes from his. “Oh.”
“I didn’t mean any offense by my compliment, Alivia.”
“Oh no, I know.” His attention was playing with her wiring, and Alivia felt herself responding to him. She crossed her arms over her chest to hide her aroused nipples. “I’m just me. That’s all.”
He looked across the table at her. “And you are spectacular… Shit!” He hadn’t meant to say what he’d just said out loud, and he felt like an ass for embarrassing her. “Geez. I’m sorry Alivia. I didn’t mean…”
“No. It’s okay.”
He’d just confessed he thought she was spectacular, and Saxon needed a diversion. “Not gonna tell me about that bracelet huh? Not from a boyfriend, is it?” His smile turned into a frown at the very idea.
“Oh, god, no,” she said very sharply. “It’s like a medical alert bracelet.” She turned her wrist over to show him. “Nothing sexy.”
He took her slender wrist in his hand and examined the bracelet. “Those are two words I sure as hell would never use when speaking about you, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby,” she said, but this time the request wasn’t harsh, it was almost pleading.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the pulse point at her wrist. “Tell me what the charm stands for.”
“I have very rare blood.”
Still holding the bracelet, Saxon looked her right in the eyes. “I knew you were a vampire.”
Alivia pulled her hand back, and swatted him on the arm, instantly missing the way he had been stroking her skin. “Stop! I’m sorry I got carried away. It won’t happen again.”
