Heat Wave

by Denise A. Agnew

  Didn’t she know he’d do almost anything for her? “No sweat. I always search old abandoned places on my day off.”

  “Smartass.” She gently slapped him on the arm. “Where did you get such a comeback for everything?”

  “Being a cop will do that to you.”

  “Uh-huh. You’ve always been like this.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. Dad hated my smart mouth. Belted me a couple of times for it, too.”

  She touched his arm again, but this time it was a gentle touch that soothed him. Her gaze tangled with his and held, deep with understanding. She leaned forward and he met her halfway across the console between them. A gentle kiss brushed his mouth, and he wanted a hell of a lot more. He slipped his fingers around the back of her neck and tugged her closer. He brought this kiss deeper and savored her delicious taste. Minty and fresh, she made him hungry. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and urged him closer. As he thrust his tongue into her mouth, she met his forays with assertive tastes of her own. As the kiss continued, his cock went thick and hard.

  He broke away, his breathing coming faster. “You’re…”

  She smiled into his eyes. “What?”

  “I could just take you right here.”

  Her eyes widened, and she gave him a soft laugh. “You’re a nasty man, Jeremy Tate.”

  He met her grin. “But you like it.”

  “There’s room in the back, right?”

  “Yeah, but I’m not sure I like the idea of getting caught out here with our clothes off.”

  A sassy expression filled her eyes. “Who says we have to take off all our clothes?”

  She lifted her t-shirt just enough to unsnap the front of her bra, and his mouth watered. Holy shit. She unbuttoned her pants and drew the zipper down.

  “Jesus,” he said softly as his groin ached.

  Tilting her head slightly to the side, she asked, “You have a condom by any chance?”

  “In my wallet.”

  Her grin was perfectly evil. “Good. Let’s change places. You sit in the passenger seat.”

  “What have you got up your sleeve?”

  “You’ll see.”

  They got out of the SUV and once he’d settled into the passenger seat, she straddled him. She settled on his constrained cock, her little pussy rubbing along him. Heat flashed through him like lightning. Whatever she had in mind, he liked her boldness and willingness to take chances.

  Before he could blink, she slipped her arms around him and dove in for a kiss. He took advantage, racing into the danger. He reached under her shirt and found her breasts, cupping and shaping the small mounds. He pulled gently on her nipples, and she groaned and moved on him. Her pussy rubbed over his cock. Over and over she kissed and teased him. She groaned as he broke their kisses and pulled up her shirt for a better look. Yes, her breasts were small, but the nipples were large and made him crazy. He took one hard, aroused nub between his lips and teased with his tongue. When she gasped and threw her head back, he worked the other nipple between his index finger and thumb. He treated each nipple with hot strokes, desire punching him in the gut. He wanted to touch her everywhere, and couldn’t touch her everywhere fast enough. Hunger latched on and wouldn’t let go. He slipped his hands down the back of her pants, but couldn’t ease inside far enough to cup her naked ass. So he clasped both hands against her butt and lifted her tighter onto his cock. Dry humping wasn’t the best solution, but when she moaned in approval, he thrust upward and closed his eyes.

  Panting, she said, “God, you’re too much.”

  “I want you. Now.”

  “How’s this going to work?”

  “Never had sex in a car?”

  “No. Wait. I have an idea.”

  With an evil grin, she turned around on his lap so that she faced away from him. She worked at pulling her pants and panties down. Her naked butt, so round and sweet, about choked off his breath. Yeah, he’d seen it before, but that didn’t mean it didn’t affect him every time. He lifted up just high enough that he could grab his wallet out of his back pocket. A few seconds of wrestling with the condom package, and he was suited up.

  He clasped her hips. “Okay, baby.”

  She braced her hands on his thighs, and he helped her find her way down onto his lap again, only this time her sweet little pussy lips began to enclose his cock. He thought he’d lose his mind as she sank down, lifted up, sank down a bit more.

  He hissed in a breath as hot, wet flesh sucked him inside. “You’re teasing me.”

  “You’re big.”

  He laughed a little, but it sounded more like he was strangling. “You know how to flatter a guy.” He watched her envelope him inch by inch until she sank to the root. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

  Hot, wet pussy clenched around him, a sweet tease. He drew her back against him and her face nestled alongside his. He drew in the scent of her hair—flowers, a musk that drove him mad. He lifted his hips, and she let out a soft gasp. They may have started this fast, but he wasn’t going to finish quickly this time—hell no.

  Jeremy cupped her right breast and slipped his hand down to her clit. He brushed over the tiny flesh, and her groan filled the car.

  He grinned and started a torture that would last a long time if he wanted. He tweaked her nipples and smoothed her creamy arousal over her clit, keeping his cock buried deep. He closed his eyes and greedily enjoyed the sensations. She moved, a subtle lift and fall upon his cock that played him with feather strokes. Oh, shit. If she did that, he’d lose his mind. Hell with it. He’d already lost his mind a long time ago. He lifted his hips in rhythm to her movements, all the while pinching her nipples and tweaking her clit with steady, soft strokes. Soon her movements became more frantic, and she writhed in his hold. Good. Damned good. He lifted his hips faster and she thrust downward in a quicker rhythm. Her groans and panting filled the SUV, and he growled against her neck as their sex threatened to destroy him. She bobbed on top of him, faster and faster, trying to reach her satisfaction. He handled her, restrained her movements just enough to lengthen her sensual torment. Each brush over her nipples and each touch over her clit drove her higher.

  “Damn it Jeremy,” she said between gasps for air, “You’re driving me crazy.”

  “Oh, man. I hope so.”

  Moments later she hit the peak, quivering and releasing a moan of ecstasy. Her pussy contracted around him so tightly, he thought he’d lose it.

  “That’s it baby,” he whispered. Hell yes, he wanted to plow her hard, but he couldn’t in this position. He lifted her off him. “In the back.”

  The back seat was already down, and luckily the windows were dark enough if someone came along they probably couldn’t see them. Right now he didn’t give a flying fuck. They wrestled with their clothes, shoving them aside. He drew her down, rolling until she lay under him, his hips between her thighs. He didn’t even take time to feast on the sight of her, beyond crazed, beyond wanting slow and easy. Her soft, creamy flesh teased the head of his cock, and he slid right in. Oh, yeah. Fuck, yeah. Tight pussy closed around him in a sweet vise. He propped on his forearms, out of his mind with lust. The smell of sex surrounded them, filling his nose, driving him into a quick, feral thrust. He looked into her eyes, mesmerized. She appeared drugged with passion, drunk on what they were doing. He thrust again and picked up the pace.

  She groaned, her legs wrapping around his hips, and her nails biting into his shoulders. She met him plunge for plunge, every movement proof she wanted more. “Jeremy. Don’t stop.”

  He fucked her hard, each time sliding deep into her wetness with pounding strokes. He didn’t think he could ever get far enough inside her. She cried out, coming around him with tight, throbbing pulsations. He kept at it, growling as his hips plowed between her thighs. With a snarl he finally came, pressing deep, feeling each scalding shot of cum pouring from his cock.

  As they caught their breaths, he rolled off of her and gathered her close. He buried his face in her hair. “G
od, that about killed me.”

  She sighed. “Me too. What’s the line from that Mel Gibson movie? Raul Julia tells him he fucks like a world champion.”

  He snorted a laugh, and she laughed with him. “Oh yeah. Tequila Sunrise.”

  “Yep, that’s the one.”

  “Are you flattering me, Cassidy?”

  She reversed her position so she lay half on his chest and looked down at him. “Nope. Just telling the truth.” There was a contemplative twist to her mouth. “I wouldn’t say things like this to any other man. I trust you.”

  His breath caught at her confession. “I trust you, too.”

  All of it was true, and it scared the piss out of him. The warmth in her eyes was unmistakable. He thought, for one astounding moment, that he saw deep affection there. It couldn’t be love, though he damn sure knew his feelings for her were deeper and more potent than any other relationship he’d had with a woman. He didn’t like that. Oh, he liked the feeling all right, just not what it implied. It didn’t make sense to feel this way about her so quickly after she’d come back into his life. He shoved aside feelings for practicality and located a packet of tissues in the glove compartment to get rid of the condom and to clean up. She redressed, and in no time they were clothed and ready to rock.

  She pulled her seatbelt across her waist and shoulder. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

  “Complaining?”

  “No way. It was…amazing.”

  “Good.”

  “What would your cop friends do if they caught us out here?”

  “Probably laugh their dicks off.”

  She threw him a wry smile. “Nice.”

  They left the munitions plant and headed to Hexley.

  Soon Jeremy saw the hulking monster of the old Hexley place. Built sometime in the eighteen eighties, the Victorian structure stood in the shadows of huge pines that had grown around it for over a hundred years. Cold shivered over him, working its way into his bones with an icy premonition.

  As he stared at the crumbling brick structure, he was struck by feelings and emotions he didn’t expect. Apprehension. Sickness. Unease. A sense they’d stepped into a horror movie. He didn’t even like horror movies. Maybe because his own life had been a sick movie at one point, long ago. This damned old house with the dark windows staring at him like eyes, and the sagging porch and huge double doors—yeah, it all looked like a nightmare. He swallowed hard around the feeling he should turn away now.

  Run.

  “Oh,” she whispered and touched his forearm. “I forgot. How could I forget what happened here?”

  She held on, but he didn’t respond, too caught up in his feelings.

  He remembered the rumors surrounding the old house, the dark deeds committed by his father when he’d brought three prostitutes over a year to this crumbling place and strangled them. Knowing what his father had done made him nauseous…

  Oh, shit.

  He swallowed around a bout of nausea as he pulled into the long driveway and brought the SUV to a halt. She released his forearm, and he looked over at her.

  “I’m sorry.” There was no sign of her usual cheeky smile. “We don’t have to do this.”

  “Yeah, we do. I have to do it and so do you. Maybe you can find out something about this hum, and I can conquer my demons.” He unbuckled his belt and took a huge breath. “Let’s do this.”

  A calm came over him as they left the vehicle. He was a cop. He could handle whatever an old house could throw at him. They walked the short distance to the house. She walked faster and went ahead of him.

  “Hey, don’t go inside,” he said. “We can check in the widows for signs of occupation.”

  She stopped short of the porch. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “No, I’m not.”

  She smiled as they approached the wrap around porch. “Bossy.”

  “I am in this case. We don’t know what the structure is like.”

  “Why isn’t it condemned?”

  “Good question. Ask the county.”

  “It’s not in the city limits?”

  “Nope…they haven’t annexed this area yet.” His booted feet thunked on the porch steps. “Watch your step and stay behind me.”

  She followed behind him as he’d asked. He liked that she’d complied. Not because he wanted to be the big bad cop or dominate; because he didn’t want her in harm’s way. He’d put his weapon in the holster at his waist. He wouldn’t have come to this place without it.

  “Why hasn’t this place been torn down?” she asked in a hushed tone.

  “My mother wanted it to be. A lot of people in town wanted it to be. The mayor at the time didn’t spend the money. There were legal complications.”

  She grunted softly, a sound of disgust. “Well, they should plow it over and forget it ever existed.”

  “You’re right about that.”

  As the wood under their feet creaked, he felt as if they’d fallen into a horror movie. But nothing about the day was fall-like. Tree branches fluttered with green leaves, birds flitted from tree to tree. Clouds built in the sky to the west over mountains, but they looked far away. Rain hadn’t been predicted for today, but the wind had picked up and the clouds appeared ripe. They had darkened just in the short time they’d been here, growing to a menacing purple hue. Maybe he could blame his crazy thinking on Cassidy. Right sport. Grow a pair. You thought of all this creepy shit on your own.

  The walked along the sides of the house using the wrap-around porch. A crow screeched and flew right past him. He jerked in surprise. Seconds later another bird and another arrowed around the side of the house, their raucous calls filled with avian anger. They both ducked.

  She reached for the porch railing. “Maybe we disturbed some nests near the house.”

  Before he could comment, a loud hum rumbled low and deep from somewhere in the area. It seemed to throb in his entire body like a pulse. “What the hell?”

  “That’s the hum.” Cassidy smiled with satisfaction. “You can hear it now.”

  “Yeah, I hear something. But where the hell is it coming from?”

  “That’s the million dollar question. Second question is why are you just hearing it now?”

  He started around the back of the house with her following. “Maybe because we’re closer to the source.”

  “I feel like we’re in a Frankenstein movie, and the monster is waiting in the basement.”

  He snorted a half laugh as they came around the backside of the large house. Nothing but crumbling brickwork, peeling paint, and signs of bird’s nests near the underside of the roof greeted them. Caution ran in his veins and told him not to let down his guard. Logically it didn’t make sense. He shouldn’t fear anything here but his own bad memories.

  A squeak caught his attention as he scanned the area. Boards sagged here and there. Yeah, this place could be a death trap.

  Pure apprehension punched him in the gut. “Get off the porch.”

  “What?” she said.

  “Get off the porch right now.”

  Thankfully she took the three back porch steps quickly. “What’s wrong?”

  He didn’t know. He shook his head and turned slowly. He almost reached for his his weapon. They waited and waited. Nothing happened, but the sense of knowing, of fearing what he couldn’t understand remained. The hum continued its crazy drone, a beehive of annoyance. It made him want to itch his ears, to cover them to block out the sound.

  A few seconds later she came back up on the porch and stood beside him. “What is it?”

  He turned to her, reaching for her upper arm and clasping her in a grip. “I told you—”

  The floor went out from under him and the lights extinguished.

  Cassidy screamed, and it echoed in her own ears as she tumbled back off the stairs and landed on her ass. The slope off the porch steps sent her rolling over a jumble of unforgiving rocks. She came to a stop at the bottom of the small slope, her heart banging in he
r chest. She groaned as she sat up, her body aching in several areas.

  She struggled to her feet as panic lacerated her. She clambered over the rocks. “Jeremy!”

  The entire middle portion of the porch sagged into a gaping hole. She stretched out over the intact steps and stared into the dark abyss. Fear choked her. “Jeremy! Jeremy!”

  She thought she heard a moan, but it might be wood protesting the weight of her body. Tears of fear filled her eyes.

  She sprinted around the side of the house and to the SUV. She yanked open the door and grabbed her fanny pack from the backseat area. She found her cell phone and dialed 911. No signal.

  “Shit,” she said. “Damn it!”

  She tried again with no success. The cell towers couldn’t be that far away. What the hell was the problem? That’s when she realized the hum was even louder. “Who cares, Cassidy? You’ve got to help Jeremy.”

  She couldn’t drive for help. He had the keys with him. She strapped the fanny pack to her waist and tucked the phone inside. She returned to the back porch at a run. “Jeremy, damn it, answer me. If you’re dead I’ll…” She’d almost said a cliché, but it was true. “I’ll kill you!”

  “Not dead yet, but I sure as hell feel like it.” He let out a grunt. “The way this porch is groaning it might finish me off any minute.”

  Tears poured from her eyes, and she brushed them away. “You…you idiot! Are you all right?”

  “Yeah! My ribs kinda hurt, but other than that I’m fantastic.”

  “How are we going to get you out of there?”

  She heard movement from below. “Let me check these old stairs out of the basement. If they’re open, I’ll go that way.”

  “Be careful.”

  She waited, listening as he made his way across the basement. She realized she was breathing shallowly, and she inhaled deeply. The tears kept coming, and she swiped them away. Damn it, now wasn’t the time to turn into a puddle. She heard him tromping up some stairs then a colorful round of cursing. Her heart sank. That could only mean one thing.

  “Cassidy!”