by Chiah Wilder
“Your tits look even better in the water, if that’s even fuckin’ possible,” he said huskily. He rubbed her clit until she tightened her legs even more. “I want you to come while I fuck your sweet pussy.”
With his hand, he guided his dick inside her, and in seconds he filled her up, stretching her even more than he’d done before. He rocked in and out, and the water caressed her as it hit against her clit. Throwing her head back, Kylie pushed her tits forward as she stared at the cloudless blue sky, her skin on fire despite the coolness of the water. Jerry sucked her nipples as he bounced her up and down on his stiff cock.
“My dick feels so fuckin’ good inside you. You’re mine, Kylie. All mine. Your tits, your pussy, and your ass belong only to me. You and I are connected, and no one’s gonna fuck with that.” He grunted as he bounced her harder, the water lapping around them.
Jerry’s possessive tone warmed her straight to her core. And when he squeezed her ass cheeks and pushed his finger a small way into her puckered hole, her body exploded as wave upon wave of crashing pleasure covered her, her cries echoing in the valley, bouncing off the pine trees. Gasping, she buried her head in the crook of his neck, then felt him stiffen. A low, guttural moan pushed through his lips, his breath ghosting the side of her face.
“Fuck, Kylie. Fuck. Fuck!” His words were low and hoarse, and they washed contentment over her. He hugged her close to him, and she could hear the beating of his heart as he came down from his climax. He pulled back and kissed her shoulders. “That was unbelievable. I’ve never done that before. We’re gonna have to come to the lake more often.” His deep chuckle soothed her.
Knowing she was the first woman he’d ever made love to in the lake made Kylie feel fuzzy and cuddly all over. He’d been with so many women that she’d thought he’d done it all, but finding out this was something he’d done only with her made it that much more special.
“We should get dressed,” he said softly against her hair.
“Do you have your boxers? I can’t find my panties and bra.”
“I’ll buy you some sexy new ones.” He winked at her.
She laughed. Losing her underwear was so worth the orgasm he gave her, and the closeness they’d shared. They walked out of the water and quickly dressed. Even though sex in the lake was fucking fantastic, she didn’t want anyone to see her. Fastening the snaps on the back of her halter top, she looked down and saw the material clinging to her breasts.
“Without a bra, I look like a slut,” she groaned.
She shook her head when Jerry leered at her chest. “I love the way your tits look. Damn, you look hot, but I don’t want any guys staring at you when we go for lunch.” He went over and took something out of the saddle bag on his bike. “Here,” he said, handing her a black T-shirt. “Wear this. You can keep it.”
She slipped on his shirt. It was miles too big for her, but she loved it and decided it would be her nightshirt from then on. “How do I look?” She twirled around.
Jerry’s gaze was as soft as a caress. “Beautiful. Come over here.”
She walked to him and he cocooned her in his arms. “I love you so much,” he said in a low voice.
“I love you, Jerry.” Tears glistened in her eyes, and it was as though her heart would burst from happiness and love. He was her soulmate, and no matter what her dad said, she’d never leave him.
They broke away when they heard the distant voices of a man and woman. “Let’s go get lunch. I’m starved,” Kylie said. Jerry kissed her deeply, then helped her on his bike. They drove out of the valley with the sun shining on them, her arms hooked tightly around her man.
* * *
Kylie stayed on the porch until she couldn’t see Jerry anymore. Her body was still tingling from their lovemaking and all the wonderful things he’d said to her during their day together. She’d have to convince her dad that she loved Jerry and wanted to spend time with him. The thought of never seeing him again or feeling his body next to hers made her break out in a cold sweat. Surely her father could understand; after all, he’d once been young and in love with her mom.
The coolness from the air conditioner washed over her as she stepped into the foyer. As the days crept into July, the heat bounced off the pavement, even lingering in the shadows of nightfall. She ambled to the kitchen in search of a cold drink.
“Oh,” she said when she saw Belle sitting at the table. “I thought you were at the doctor’s office.” Panic threaded around her, and she hoped Belle hadn’t seen Jerry dropping her off.
“No, I postponed it until the end of the week. The heat is too much.” Belle lifted her leg and rested it on the chair opposite her. “Did you have a nice time with Jerry?”
Kylie blew out a long breath. “Are you going to tell Dad?”
Belle shook her head. “No. I think you and Jerry are good together, and he obviously makes you happy. You’ve been on a high for the last few days.” She wiped her forehead with a napkin. “You do have to have a long talk with your father. Explain how you feel. He’ll understand.”
“No, he won’t. I tried that, and he wasn’t even listening to me. He’s made up his mind.”
“Well, you don’t have to do it tonight, but you do have to do it before you go back to school. You’d be surprised how understanding your dad can be when he wants to.”
Kylie plopped down on the kitchen chair. “I know that, but in this case, he doesn’t want to be understanding. Anyway, I’ll figure it out.”
Belle smiled then shifted in her chair. “I’ll try and soften him up too. Maybe you can talk to him after the baby is born. I suspect he’s going to be nothing but a big softie when he lays eyes on his son.”
Kylie laughed. “You’re devious, and so right. How’re you doing? Did you get Dad to agree to be with you in the delivery room?”
“After a long battle, I can proudly say I won. His butt is in there holding my hand.”
“I have to see that. I never would’ve thought he’d agree to it. Good job.”
“It was one of my better moments. Anyway, it’s hard to say no to a pregnant woman who is super hormonal.” Belle pushed up from the table. “I’m going to rest for a while. I’m so damn hot at night that I have the ceiling fan twirling on high, the AC at sixty-eight degrees, and a small portable fan directed at me. Your poor dad has taken to wearing a sweater to bed at night. He can’t wait for the baby to be born.”
Kylie laughed along with Belle. When she’d left the room, Kylie checked her e-mails, eager to see whether she was offered the job at the wildlife rescue or not. When she saw a message from them, she crossed her fingers and opened it. After scanning the contents, she raised her arm high in the air and yelled, “Yes!” She’d been offered the job and was beyond thrilled. The day she’d spent with Jerry had been magical, and now it culminated in her finally having a job. It didn’t get much better than that. She quickly sent Jerry a text.
Kylie: I got the job!!!
Jerry: Fuck yeah!
Kylie: So happy. :)
Jerry: When do u start?
Kylie: This Thursday. I had a great time with u.
Jerry: Me 2. Maybe u can come over tonight? After 11?
Kylie: 2 risky. Better not.
Jerry: I want u, babe.
Kylie: U had me all day. :)
Jerry: Want 2 fuck u all the time. Never get enough.
Kylie: Sweet talking won’t change my mind. ;)
Jerry: Tomorrow then.
Kylie: I’ll let u know.
Jerry: Not asking. I’m telling. Tomorrow night.
Kylie: Tomorrow. We’ll talk. My dad just came home. Bye.
“Hi, Dad,” she said as Banger came into the kitchen. “Want a cold beer?”
He nodded while smiling. Ever since her mom had died, she’d run to the kitchen when she’d hear his powerful Harley pulling into the garage. She’d always offer him a beer, and then they’d sit down at the table and talk while he had a drink. That’d been their way of staying in to
uch with each other during her high school years.
“Belle’s upstairs resting.” She reached out and touched his hand lightly. “She’s fine, it’s just the heat. It’s bad enough if you’re not pregnant, but I can’t even imagine having to endure it in her condition. She told me you’re in the freezer every night.”
Banger chuckled. “Freezer, my ass. I’m in the middle of the fuckin’ South Pole. Shit.” He gulped down his beer. “How you been doing?”
“Great. I got the job at the wildlife reserve. I’m super stoked!”
“That’s great, honey. I’m happy for you.”
“I had a good feeling about it when I went in for the interview. It’s going to be such a cool job. I start this Thursday. I’ll be glad to have something worthwhile to do.”
“Is this the big one off the highway?”
“No, this is a non-profit animal rescue. It’s very small, but they’re growing and they work with all sorts of wildlife. It should be fun.”
“Good for you.” Banger rose from his chair and threw his can in the recycle bin. “I’m gonna go up and check on Belle. You staying home tonight?”
“Yeah. I thought I’d make a big salad with a ton of stuff in it, and we can order pizza. It’ll just be the three of us, since Ethan’s over at Luke’s and Emily is with her boyfriend. Sound good?”
“Sounds great. In a couple of hours?”
“Okay.”
Banger left the kitchen, and Kylie wondered if she shouldn’t go over to Jerry’s later that night. Deciding it was a good thing for him to miss her she walked to the reading room, a tall glass of iced tea in her hand, and settled into a cushy chair to read her mystery novel.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Jerry sat in the chair next to the detective’s desk, staring at the heap of files littering it. He hated being there; he and the badges had never had a good relationship. He glanced at the clock on the wall, steam starting to come off him when he realized how long he’d been waiting for the fucking badge. Sick of wasting his time, he rose from the chair and ambled toward the door.
“Hey, Mr. Kenyon, wait up.” Jerry turned around and saw the pudgy detective hurry up to him. “Sorry I’m late. We had an emergency. Come on back. I have some questions I need to ask you, and I want to give you an update on your family’s murder.”
Jerry scowled and followed the detective back to where he’d been sitting for at least twenty minutes. He stretched out his legs, his hands resting on his thighs.
“I don’t know if you remember my name, but I’m Detective Knop.” The man extended his hand, then took it back when Jerry stared at him impassively, his hands still on his thighs. “Want one?” he offered, opening the top of a donut box.
“What do you wanna ask me?” Jerry said.
Brushing the crumbs off his desk, Knop pulled out a file from under a stack of other cases and opened it. Rummaging through it, he took out several pieces of paper. “We got some information on the boyfriend your sister had been seeing right before her murder.”
“What’s the fucker’s name?”
The detective leaned back in his chair. “We don’t know his name yet, but we got something of a description. Maybe you can let me know if you ever saw him hanging around the trailer park.”
“Maybe. Ask the questions. I gotta go somewhere soon.” Jerry was still pissed that Knop made him wait around. The only reason he was there was to find out what the badges knew so he could track the motherfucker down and make him suffer for what he did to Wanda and Kelsey.
“It seems like your sister took up with a guy about two weeks before she was murdered. The neighbors saw his car parked in front of your mother’s trailer practically every night since they started dating. You see a bronze Buick Lacrosse parked around the place in the last two weeks before your mom and sister died?”
Jerry shook his head. “What’s the year?”
“From the pictures we showed the neighbors, I’d say it was a 2006 or 2007. The neighbors said it was a dark maroon, and the guy would blast loud music whenever he came by to pick your sister up. He also flashed around a lot of money. He’d have a wallet he’d take out as if he were counting his bills for something, then he’d knock on their door.”
“Never saw the car. What does he look like?”
“A lot of the neighbors didn’t get a good look at his face—he usually wore a hat pulled down low. They said he had black hair and always wore thick gold-framed sunglasses, even at night.”
A sudden coldness hit Jerry and he jerked his head back. In that moment, he knew the murders were meant as a message from the fucking asshole in the purple Corvette who’d stalked Kylie in Crested Peak. The madman was basically telling Jerry to leave Kylie alone, and he’d punished him for not listening by killing Wanda and Kelsey.
“You know someone fitting that description?” the detective asked.
Jerry shook his head, his shock turning into white-hot rage.
“You sure? You looked like something clicked for you just now.”
“Don’t know anyone like that. Any leads on who he is and if he’s still in Pinewood Springs?” The fucker is in Pinewood, and Kylie’s in danger. I gotta let Banger know.
“We’re still investigating.”
Anxious to get to the clubhouse, he leapt to his feet. “Let me know if you find anything out. I gotta go.” Not wanting to raise the badges’ suspicions, Jerry sauntered at a leisurely pace out of the police station, swung his leg over his Harley, and took off in search of Banger.
* * *
Kylie turned up the hard rock station louder as she swung onto Miller Street, her body buzzing from excitement. She’d been working for the past few days in the office for the non-profit job she’d wanted and was anxious to go to the wildlife rescue and work with the animals. A desk job hadn’t been her idea of a good time. She thought she’d be stuck filing for eight hours until the woman, Mrs. Morris, told her the previous day that Kylie would start training at the reserve. Mrs. Morris said she’d be working with the director, Mr. Austin, four other assistants, and a veterinarian. Kylie could hardly contain herself, she was so elated.
Checking her GPS, she veered off Miller Street and picked up Highway 32. She was definitely riding high on the thrill of her new job and her adorable Jerry. Each time she thought about him, her lips would tingle and shivers skated across her skin. He was so awesome, and he loved her. He’d even said he’d deal with her dad, but Kylie had told him to lay low for a while. She knew her dad better than anyone, and Jerry riding in on his chrome steed to proclaim his love for her wouldn’t sit well at all with Banger.
As she drove, she noticed steam coming out of the front of her hood. Kylie glanced at the temperature gauge. It was approaching the red mark. Shit! What the hell is going on?
She pulled off to a side road and killed the engine. Popping open the hood, a cloud of steam billowed out, and when she looked on the ground she saw the lemon-lime color of coolant puddling under her car. The last thing she needed was car trouble on her way to work. What kind of an impression was she going to make on the director?
She scanned the area looking for Johnnie, the newest guy her dad had assigned to follow her, but he was nowhere to be seen. Did she lose him? Her dad would be super pissed when he found out the prospect couldn’t tail an almost twenty-year-old girl. Taking out her phone, she began to call her dad then remembered he was in church, so she called her employer.
“Pinewood Springs Wildlife Rescue,” Mrs. Morris answered.
“Hi. This is Kylie, and I have an overheated car. I’m stuck off Highway 32. I’m going to try and find someone who can give me a ride, but I wanted to let you know I’ll be a little late for work.”
“Are you in a safe place?”
“Yeah. I pulled off the highway just after the Ward Road exit. I’m really sorry about this. I can’t believe this is happening. My car is basically brand new.”
“It’s all right. I can have Mr. Austin pick you up.”
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bsp; “Oh, no. I don’t want him to come get me. I swear I can find a friend to help me out.”
“It’s no bother. He just left and will be driving right by you. I’ll give him your location and he should be there very soon.”
“Okay. Thanks a lot.” Kylie placed her phone in her tote and leaned against her car. The heat from the sun was starting to warm everything up, even though it was fairly early in the morning. Soon she heard the crunch of tires over dirt; she looked down the road and saw a dark blue SUV headed toward her. She smoothed down her hair and stood away from her car.
The SUV stopped in front of her and a young man she’d guess to be in his late twenties stepped out. He had blond hair and brown eyes and wore cowboy boots, blue jeans, and a western-style shirt.
“You must be Kylie. I’m Steven Austin,” he said in a heavy accent. It sounded Southern to her, but she wasn’t quite sure from which region.
“Hi. I’m so embarrassed about all this. I was just driving down the highway on my way to the reserve when all this steam started coming out of the hood of my car. I pulled over, took a look, and I think it’s the radiator.”
“Let me see.” He bent under her hood, looking inside. “Yep, it’s the radiator all right. Looks like it sprung a leak or something. Your coolant is all over the place, except where you want it to be.” He flashed a big smile.
“I can’t believe this. I’ve only had the car since last September. This is insane.”
“It happens. We’ll leave it here and I’ll take you to work. You can call someone to deal with this.”
“Okay, great. My dad will know what to do. He’s in a meeting, but I’ll call him during my lunch hour.” Mr. Austin opened the door for her and she swung her legs in then settled on the seat. “You have a nice car,” she said when he slammed the car door shut.
“Thanks. You from Pinewood Springs?”
“Yeah. I know you’re not. You have an accent, but I don’t know from which state.”
“Texas.” He smiled widely, his brown eyes piercing hers.
“I love Texas barbecue.”
