Blain turned just as he and the other Angels came around the corner. Seeing the situation, they all hurried to Blain’s side.
“What’s going on?” Shen asked, keeping an eye on Trina, who now looked frazzled and extremely pissed off.
Was nothing going to go as planned today?
“Nothing,” she said, turning toward Blain, exasperation in her every movement.
“Does this have something to do with your stay in a mental institution?” They all froze and turned toward Blain as he asked Trina this.
“I’m more than just a pretty face,” he said, stepping back from the women, watching to see how this all played out. Enough was enough. This case was giving him a massive headache, and being in the presence of both Macey and Edgar together was making him nauseated!
“I… that’s all in the past,” Trina stammered, taking a step back.
“So why is poor Dennis dead?” Macey was on the attack, her clown makeup more frightening than ever as her face contorted in anger. “And Areian, and Maven? And the others! Why, Trina?”
Macey took a step forward, tears rolling down her face, smearing her makeup.
“I don’t…” Trina stuttered.
“Is it because you are fixated on beauty?” Shen’s words gave her pause, and her previously serene face twisted into something really ugly and quite mad.
“They were perfect!” she snapped, all pretense of being quiet and innocent vanishing. “They were too damn perfect. Just like you, Macey.”
“Macey?” the Angels shouted as one.
“Painted face Macey?” Delsin asked.
“Dowdy Macey?” Adan asked.
“Macey who really needs some help and ought to stop buying makeup at the art supply store Macey?” Shen shrugged when they all looked at him, but he motioned for them to turn back to the tableau unfolding before their very eyes.
Macey paled as Trina turned her ire upon her.
“Yes, Macey. I know what you look like underneath that god-awful makeup. And I know that Father was probably going to give the whole damn company to you.” She then turned to glare at Edgar, hatred burning in her eyes, her lips drawing back in a sneer. “And I have no idea how you figured out anything, you fat fuck. Neither Irish Eyes nor this company has a place for a fat, steroid-bloated…”
“Pervert?” Delsin offered, looking serene as he watched the dominos begin to fall. “After all, I saw what you wanted to do to those little people and that goat. That’s just sick, man.”
“Pervert,” Trina said, nodding in Delsin’s direction. “Thank you.”
“You are quite welcome, insane person.”
She slowly turned back to Blain, eyes widening as sarcasm poured from her lips. “And you, you’re just too perfect, Blain.” She spoke softly, her eyes softening as she took in his face and form. “Your one fatal flaw.”
“Fatal?”
“Yes. If you were not the epitome of Irish, like my poor dearly departed stepmother, I would have no reason to take you out.”
“And your reason is? ‘Cause I don’t really like to do fatal. It’s so permanent.”
They all waited for this one.
“This has got to be good,” Shen added as the others gathered around, wishing for some low-fat, low-sodium, low-calorie, and low-carb popcorn.
“Because no one can be more perfect than I, dear. I’m the perfect Irish lass. My daddy told me and I believed it, until he married that redheaded slut. Irish Eyes was mine!”
Now she was panting hard and looking around madly, seeing enemies in every direction, but especially in the made-up face of the woman she hated most of all.
“It was mine!” She pounded on her chest for emphasis. “The idea was mine! The concept was mine, all mine!” Her face darkened as she turned to Macey, thrusting out an accusing finger. “But that bitch stole my idea and changed it around so that men could use it! What a joke! Men, more beautiful than women? More beautiful than me? That’s just madness!”
Now everyone was staring at her, confusion and disbelief on their faces.
“Um, I’m prettier than you are!” Shen sniffed.
“So am I.” Adan affected an Irish accent for show.
“Um, what the hell are you talking about, woman? All of us here, with the exception of Macey and Edgar, are more beautiful than you!” Raidon, the quiet one, neatly summed everything up.
“Beauty!” Trina shrieked. “There’s no one as beautiful as me!”
The gun appeared out of thin air.
“Um, okay.” Raidon backed away from the crazy woman. Didn’t his ancestors believe that insanity was contagious? He would have to research that. Either way, he backed off.
But Trina wasn’t done ranting, in that insane-woman kind of way.
“Dennis thought he was, with his inane chatter and his stupid Dee’s Nuts jokes. Whoever heard of a blond Irishman? That damn mutt.”
“So you killed him because he was beautiful?” Shen asked.
“Of course! There can only be one beautiful one on this account, and that’s me! His beauty was fake.”
“So why not model it yourself?” Shen asked, amazed at the stupidity of the whole thing.
“Because I’m a woman, you ass!” She jabbed a finger at Macey. “She changed Irish Eyes! It was no longer there to showcase me! It was to showcase men! Stupid men!”
“You don’t like men? I’m hurt.” Blain actually sounded hurt, kind of -- an astonishing display of acting ability.
“I like men in their place, beneath me!”
“Or in your mouth,” Shen added. “We heard about you and the tongue trick.”
He shrugged when Trina shot him an incredulous stare.
“Or in a grave.” Adan sighed as he turned to walk away. “I’m sick of this. I’m going home.”
Obviously he had forgotten about the gun, but he was reminded as he turned to leave and found Trina pointing said gun in his direction. “You’re not going anywhere!”
“What about the poison?” Shen asked, as Macey screamed and Edgar lost what little color he had left.
“Too slow. And he isn’t drinking the wine.”
“Oh.” Shen nodded. That made sense. “So why poison with the others?”
“We have tons of that stuff left over from when the animal rights people tried to shut us down. Those chemicals weren’t as natural as some would have you believe, and there was no place for us to dump it. So it got stored in our basements, and I have easy access to everything here. I own it all!”
“So you’re going to kill me, in front of witnesses?” Blain asked, bringing her attention back to him.
“I killed Daddy when he told me what the Irish bitch had done.”
“Suicide!” Macey gasped. “It was suicide!”
“It was a bullet to the head, Macey, or should I say, Stepmother.”
Now they all turned to stare at Macey.
“Mother… I don’t know what you are speaking of.”
“Car accident in Europe, my ass!” Trina scoffed. “Strange disappearance, what a laugh! I knew the stories about you were false. I know that it’s you, under all that makeup. What, did my little threats scare you so much? You never should have taken my daddy or my idea or my account!”
“Trina, no. It wasn’t like that!” Macey protested.
“That’s what dear old Daddy told me after I confronted him about you, right before I pulled the trigger. It was easy to wipe the gun, put it in his hand, and start screaming. He told me how he was hiding you, you bitch, you thieving little ugly bitch! And after I send you to join him in hell, Edgar and the pretty Irish boy get it.”
“Why me?” Edgar whimpered.
“Because you are ugly and out of shape and look nothing like a cosmetics mogul should look! At least Macey looks human!”
“I do hope that’s enough,” Raidon said into his lapel pin. “Because I’m sick of listening to this bitch.”
“Who are you talking to?” Trina turned toward him, anger written on her face.
“I’ll kill you!” Trina screamed, eyes rapidly searching from face to face, her heart trying to complete a mass murder, but her mind telling her that it was impossible to kill them all. Confusion reigned supreme.
Before she could move, a foot lashed out and connected neatly with her hand. The gun went flying, and she was left standing with an amazed look on her face.
“I don’t hit women,” Blain said, backing away and readjusting himself after delivering that kick to her hand.
“But I do!” Shen announced. Trina turned just as his fist connected with her chin, knocking her about a foot into the air, before she came down hard, flat on her back on the floor.
They all turned to look at him.
“What?” Shen shrugged, shaking his fist, trying to shake off the pain. “She’s bigger than me and my feminine side is bigger than hers.”
“She’s taller than you by a centimeter.” Raidon dropped his ready stance and stood over the fallen woman.
“Yes, but she weighs more,” Shen added.
“Oh, here! Put it in this bucket of ice,” Blain coddled, lifting the bucket and dunking Shen’s hand inside. “To stop the swelling.”
They all nodded at that, then turned to Edgar and Macey.
“Okay,” Adan said, as sirens sounded in the background. “I understand pancake-face over there hiding.” He pointed to Macey. “But you I don’t get, Edgar. Why are you still here?”
“I knew Michael wouldn’t kill himself like that. I told Macey, and she let me in on a few things. So I stayed to protect her. I had already failed so many…”
“Dennis,” Macey sighed. “Dennis and the others. And my real name is Abigail. Michael hid me when I told him what Trina was doing. And Dennis was Edgar’s lover.”
“All tied up!” Shen said, smiling as the cops rounded the corner. “And we can go home.”
“About time, too,” Adan sighed. “This has to have been the stupidest case we’ve had in a while.”
“But I got laid, and you didn’t!” Blain crowed, as the police converged and began to ask questions.
“Rub it in.”
“Oh, I am!”
“But there was Teresa.”
They all stopped and stared at Adan.
“You didn’t?” Delsin gasped.
“Somebody had to. She was hungry for it!”
“You dog! When?” Blain grinned at his fellow Angel.
“Well.” Adan settled in to tell the story. “While Blain and the murderess were doing the horizontal hoochi-coochi in the bushes, I helped her scout locations.”
“Is that what they are calling it now?”
“Hey, leave the woman alone. She’s definitely a screamer!”
“So is James,” Shen teased, a small smile on his lips.
“No! Really?”
“And he has a big cock. A big, cut cock that’s the same shade of brown as his stomach. And he can bench press me without skipping a beat!”
In the van, Shelby pulled the headset off and shuddered.
“I need a drink,” she sighed.
“Well, it’s early evening, Shelby,” William conceded as Barika took notes. “I can make you that Irish coffee now.”
“You still on that coffee kick?” Shelby groaned. “I was thinking more along the lines of an Alabama Slamma’.”
“Why?”
“Frustration, Will. I am severely frustrated right now.”
“Then why didn’t you say so?”
Before she could blink, Shelby found herself spun around in her chair. A sudden draft struck her thighs.
She looked over at Will, who smiled dangerously at her, twirling her silk panties around one finger.
“I will never wear skirts around you again,” she mused as she looked down at her skirt, which had magically managed to stay in place. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?” he asked. He crammed his face into her underwear and sniffed loudly. “You smell like roses.”
“Uh…”
Before further comments could leave her mouth, Will tossed her undies over his shoulder and dropped to his knees.
“Oh, my God!” Shelby gasped, as Will flipped the end of her skirt over his head and dove down.
“Will?” Her voice was shaky. His large hands gripped her thighs, pulling them apart, his tongue lapping at the soft skin.
“Will!”
“Can’t talk, eating!”
He buried his face between her thighs.
“Oh… Oh… Oh shit!” Shelby almost screamed as Will used his thumbs to part her quickly dampening folds. He opened her, exposing her clit, and his tongue and mouth went to work.
Shelby tensed in her chair, sliding down, pleasure overwhelming her. Her hands itched to bury themselves in his thick hair, but his head was covered by that damn skirt! His fingers cupped her ass, sliding her forward even more. Her legs instinctively went up and over his shoulders, deepening the contact and giving him more access to her weeping pussy.
“Mmm,” he murmured. “Fresh Shelby.”
Fire flowed up her spine and down her legs, her toes tingling as Will expertly sucked and lapped at her swollen pussy lips. One of his hands left her ass to slide over the crease where leg met hip and then his fingers were gliding over her slippery folds.
Shelby threw back her head and screamed as two of his fingers thrust inside, bending and searching for her hot spot.
“God, Will!” She couldn’t hold back her cry when he found it. Her hands went to her full breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh and sending her pleasure reeling even more.
Will was so good, so damn good at this.
Faster and harder, he finger-fucked her, making her thighs tighten around his face as her head fell back, almost unseating her and squashing Will.
But then Will pulled away, his fingers still deep inside her, caressing her internally, as his head popped up.
“Can’t breathe under there,” he complained, his face wet and shiny with her juices.
Shelby just stared at the man, chest heaving, struggling to breathe, her body awash with the erotic sensations he caused. She was very wet and she knew it.
“Can you breathe now?” she asked, arching one eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“Then fuck me!” she snapped. “No excuses, no delays!”
It was an order from The Handler, and he was all too willing to obey.
Will stood as upright as he could in the small confines of the van, a mountain of muscle and hot flesh, and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His cock was rock hard and even Shelby could see it throb behind the tight constraints of denim that struggled to hold it in check.
He pulled them down enough to free Mr. Happy, and then fell back to his knees.
Shelby, meanwhile, eagerly and happily pulled her skirt up above her waist and spread her legs wide, welcoming Will home.
“You’re so beautiful, Shelby,” he breathed. He leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against hers.
His kiss was so tender, so soft and welcoming, it shook the foundations of her very soul. This was love, this was innocence despite the passion, this was her Will.
His tongue invaded her mouth, giving her the sharp taste of her own juices and the unique flavor that was all Will. She moaned in appreciation as he deepened the kiss, caressing her teeth and tangling with her tongue.
She was so lost in the kiss she barely noticed him sliding deeper between her legs until his sex nudged at the opening to her body.
Will pulled back a bit, teasing her slit with the head of his cock, circling her clit until she moaned and arched her back sharply, her mouth open and her breath panting as a wanton heat filled her pussy.
“Will!” she gasped. “Now, damn you! Now!”
“Do you love this?” he asked, his blue eyes intently studying her face, so open and needy in her passion. “Do you love me?”
“You… you… you know I do!” she managed, as she tried to arch up a
nd force a deeper connection.
“I know. I just like to hear it.”
He leaned forward and, taking her lips in a bone-melting kiss, he hitched his hips and slammed himself forward.
Shelby jumped, screamed into his mouth as these new sensations filled her, sending her mind whirling.
Will, she thought. My Will, my love, my life, mine!
He pulled back slowly and thrust deeply back inside her wet heat, filling her veins with fire.
“God, Shelby,” he panted. “You’re so good, baby, so damn good.”
Then he was thrusting over and over, his mouth eating at hers, his hands gripping her hips, slamming her forward.
More! She had to have more of him, but this was so good she wanted it to go on forever.
But it wasn’t meant to be forever. She felt herself climbing, leaning toward the end, struggling to the top of the precipice he was sending her to. Her legs reached up to clasp around his waist, urging him to move faster, harder, and deeper.
“Will!” Then she was flying, soaring through ecstasy as her nails clawed at his back. “Will, Will, Will, oh, William!”
White-hot heat filled her mind. Her inner muscles clamped onto his thrusting hardness, drawing a grunt out of him, increasing her pleasure infinitely. Will slowed his thrusts, letting Shelby feel the full brunt of her orgasm, prolonging it, watching the beauty of her face as it slacked in passion, watched her eyes daze and her chest heave under her shirt.
“You’re so beautiful.”
His voice made her blink back into reality to see Will, her Will, gazing at her, all the love he felt for her in his eyes.
“Will.” Her voice was soft, her eyes glittering with the knowledge that this man, this simple, wonderful man loved her as much as she loved him. “Will, please, come for me!”
That was all it took.
“Oh, Shelby!” He thrust deeply, unrestrained, within her. “I love you!”
Then he felt the tingling, nearly scalding feeling along his spine. He felt his balls rise and harden in preparation for his release. Then it was upon him, tearing through his veins, making him snap his hips forward and bury himself as deeply as he could. His cock pulsed, sending jet after jet of his release deep within her sugared walls.
“Ah! Shelby!”
His whole body tingled, followed by the glorious feeling of release and comfort. Afterglow settled onto him, gentling him as he relaxed into her welcoming arms.
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