by Kris Norris
Roman called out behind her, twisting her hair around his fingers, tugging on it as if it would save him from falling into the abyss. She locked her hands around Aiden’s shoulders, knowing she was scratching his skin but unable to stop. They were thrusting together now, claiming her body as one, then leaving it empty and wanting. She tried to scream, to beg them not to leave, but couldn’t get her voice to do more than moan. Pleasure and pain became one, the sharp sting of Roman’s cock up her ass shadowed with the sheer ecstasy of Aiden’s shaft in her pussy. She arched further, unable to control her release, but desperate for it to shatter her. They moved faster when her body trembled, tears washing down her cheeks.
A wail of sexual bliss was the only indication she’d climaxed. Their names swirled in her head, but she didn’t have the strength to even whisper them. Somewhere in the distance her name joined theirs, their cocks thickening inside her until she was certain she’d split. Then they were jerking against her, their combined releases soaking her tissues, filling every crevice inside her.
“Scarlet! Oh, God. So good…so fucking good, baby.”
Hot hands possessed her, words lingered in the air, but all she knew was the feel of their cocks inside her, completing her when she hadn’t even realised she was incomplete.
Aiden ran a shaky hand down her back, pressing her close, whispering sweet words as Roman eased his weakening flesh from her body. She moaned at the loss of contact, humming softly when he eased down beside her, rolling her onto her side, cradling her body between them.
“Scarlet? Baby are you ok?”
Roman’s voice, or was it Aiden’s? It didn’t matter. Her words were meant for both. “I love you,” she whispered, fading into the comforting darkness.
Warm lips peppered her skin, their reply a distant whisper as she succumbed to sexual exhaustion, knowing that tonight, they’d keep her safe.
Chapter Four
“I don’t like this.” Aiden stuffed his hands in his pocket, grazing another look inside what Glade called his Aquarium.
Scarlet smiled, cupping his face in her hands. “It’s a girls only Christmas party, big boy. So unless you think you can fool those security guys into thinking you’re just packing socks, I doubt they’ll let you in.” She brushed a kiss along his shadowed chin. “I’ll be fine. There’s more muscle in there than at a Mr. Universe contest. Besides, it’s only for an hour. I promise to keep my ass planted on the lounge until you come for me.” She winked at him, tracing the firm mounds of her rear. “Besides, it needs a bit more rest if you’re going to hold true to your promise.”
Aiden huffed, as he pulled her close, slipping a single finger beneath her bathing suit, gathering some of the juice already leaking from her pussy and circling it around her ass. She shivered in his arms, already close to climaxing, when he slipped the digit inside her tight pucker, stroking it back and forth. “Oh, I’ll have you. And you’ll love every thrust of my cock inside you.” He removed his finger, loving how her body leant into his. “Okay. But you’d better not move until I send for you.”
Scarlet swayed as he eased her back, her eyes rounded, glassy. “Aiden…”
He silenced her with a light kiss. “Roman and I will be upstairs, running your hunch through the database. I think you might be on to something. Maybe this guy isn’t out to kill the girls as part of some sick fantasy. I never thought about connecting it back to Everett or your first assignment.” He edged closer. “But if you’re right, and the creep’s out to get revenge on the model responsible for Everett’s death, then you’re his real target.” He reached in his pocket and removed a small knife. “Take this. It isn’t much, but…” He forced a deep breath. “Stick it in that darling boot, and leave it there.”
She nodded, hiding the gift down one side before walking to the door. She turned when she bridged the threshold, glancing at him over her shoulder. “I love you, Aiden. Just in case you had any doubts.” She flashed him a smile that made his knees tremble. “One hour.”
She disappeared behind the thick glass, her silhouette wavering in and out of focus. He didn’t want to admit he’d had fleeting thoughts her love was directly towards Roman. But not now.
He growled as he headed for the stairs. Damn, he hoped Roman wasn’t in the mood to play, because with his cock straining against his jeans, he’d definitely be the one fucking.
* * * *
“About bloody time,” cursed Aiden, threading his way back to the Aquarium. He’d managed to make it through forty-five minutes of hard-on hell as he and Roman had worked the case. Scarlet’s hunch had panned out. Seems Everett had a partner he’d been screwing around on, and it didn’t take a genius to connect the dots. Roman was still on the computer, trying to uncover a name or a picture…anything to break the case wide open. He’d only sneaked out to check on their girl. He wasn’t one to put stock in premonitions, but ever since she’d disappeared behind the glass, he’d had a strange feeling in his stomach. One he needed to put to rest.
Warm air caressed his skin as he stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. Count on Glade to give you July in December, not that he minded. It just didn’t feel much like Christmas with the Beach Boys singing in the background.
“Hi, Aiden.”
He turned, smiling at the auburn beauty sidling up beside him. “Miss October.”
She giggled and batted at him, wrapping her fingers around his forearm. “You can call me Sarah,” she flirted.
“Ah, but you do remind me of a sexy little witch, so I’ll stick with Miss October.”
She laughed again, the sound a bit too juvenile for his tastes. “Did Scarlet find you?”
His smile faded when he glanced at Scarlet’s chair, finding it empty. “Find me? Why would she need to find me?”
Sarah frowned, looking over his shoulder at the lounger. “You sent her a message…to meet you.” She motioned towards the other side of the room. “She left about twenty minutes ago.”
“What?” He spun on the girl, grabbing her by the shoulders, all but shaking her hair loose from its perch on top of her head. “Where did she go? Who told you that?”
“I…” She choked back a sob.
He released her. “Please, Sarah. I never sent anything to Scarlet.”
“But…” The woman nodded at the bar. “The bartender asked me to pass on a message. Said the photographer stopped by and told him you were looking for Scarlet. That you needed her to meet you out back…something about a murder.”
Aiden didn’t wait for more. He stalked across the room, his cell already in his hand. Roman answered on the second ring.
“Aiden, I’ve got a name…”
“He’s got her,” he hissed, nearly breaking the door as he threw it open and cleared the hallway. “The bastard’s on to us.”
“What!” A chair scraped back followed by the dull thud of a door bouncing off the hinges. “Where are you?”
“Heading for the rear entrance.” He stopped just long enough to run a trembling hand through his hair. “It’s the fucking photographer. Damn it, I knew I didn’t like the way he was looking at her. I should’ve…”
“It’s not your fault,” echoed Roman. Aiden turned as the man sprinted down the hallway, sweat beading his brow. He slammed his cell shut, trying to ignore how much his hands shook.
“His real name’s Dwayne Dobson,” said Roman. “He was Everett’s lover. I can only imagine he heard the rumours surrounding Everett’s death and snapped. Details aside, everyone at the Manor suspected one of the girls was a cop.”
“And since he doesn’t know which girl it is, he’s decided to kill all of them. Fuck!”
“Easy, buddy. There’s not many places he could’ve taken her without anyone seeing. My guess…he’s heading for the cabin where they’re doing the next shoot. What better way to flaunt his revenge than to have Scarlet on centre stage.” Roman pulled him back when he fisted the handle. “We’ll get her back, but we have to stay calm.”
Aid
en nodded, knowing he’d kill the bastard if he’d touched one hair on his lover’s head. And it wouldn’t be slow.
* * * *
Scarlet groaned and rolled to one side, the rough brush of wood rousing her. She cracked one eye open, wincing as the room dipped and swayed, bleeding one image into another. A heavy feeling swirled in her head, but she recognised the hard bite of rope against her hands and feet.
“Ah, you’re awake. For a moment, I thought you’d sleep through all the fun.”
The man’s voice was bitter and low, sparking fear through her chest. She tried to turn, only to have hard hands knock her down.
“Don’t move until I give you permission, slut.” He lowered until he was even with her face. “Whores like you belong on the floor.”
“You,” she said, groaning as his image doubled then spun. “But, why?”
The man sneered and shoved her against the wall. “Because Everett was mine and you took him from me.” He stormed over to his camera, aiming the lens at her. “Smile pretty,” he mocked, snapping a shot, blinding her with the glare of the flash. He laughed as she flailed on the floor, twisting her legs behind her. “Go ahead. Try and free yourself. You might be a pretty little cop, but I doubt you’re an escape artist as well. But I do love watching those tits shake when you move.” He sauntered back over to her. “Perhaps I’ll fuck you before I carve your month in your chest. Maybe then I’ll understand why Everett wanted you so bad.”
Scarlet held his stare, working her fingers into her boot until the small handle brushed against her knuckle, slipping into her palm.
“What’s the matter, Detective? Not in the mood to play?”
She cried out as he grabbed her top, ripping it off, freeing her breasts to the cold air. Nausea threatened as he lowered his face to her chest, burying it between her breasts, pinching them roughly with his fingers.
“Oh yeah. Even for a guy who doesn’t like girls, you’re pretty hot. Bet your cunt is tight. Am I right?” He laughed again, easing back to stare at her thighs. “Unfortunately, that’s not my forte. But I bet your ass is even tighter.” He moved closer, ringing her neck with one, large hand. “And I love a good ass fuck.”
Scarlet screamed and pulled, breaking the frayed rope and plunging the knife into the man’s shoulder. He reared back, grabbing the handle, pulling the small blade from his skin. He snarled and lunged at her, cutting her leg as she rolled away, trying to free her feet. There was a moment of frenzy when he wrapped his fingers around one foot before a black blur whirled past her, toppling her captor and knocking him across the floor. The dull sound of bones connecting echoed across the room followed by a shrill cry of pain.
“Scarlet!” Roman knelt down, ripping the rope from her feet, cradling her against his chest. His heart thrashed beneath her fingers, his breath heavy across her shoulder. Warm tears spilled down her cheeks as she relaxed against him, not sure why she was crying, but unable to stop.
“Fuck, darling. I’d thought…” He didn’t finish but his eyes told her all she needed to know. He scooped her off the floor, rocking her close to his chest.
Another man groaned and she shifted just as Aiden dropped the man’s head, blood smeared across his knuckles. He stalked over, framing her face, kissing her until her lips swelled beneath his. She sighed when he rested his forehead on hers, his breath washing across her skin.
“How did you know?” she asked, smiling when Aiden lifted her from Roman, cuddling her close.
“We dug through Everett’s history and found a reference to an estranged lover. When I went down to tell you, Sarah filled in the pieces. Roman had a hunch the bastard would bring you here, so…” She nodded, moaning when the room swayed again. “Looks like he injected you with a mild sedative. Best to get you back home so you can rest.”
Roman moved in closer, slipping his shirt over her shoulders before dropping another kiss across her forehead. “Looks like you’ve got another spanking coming, darling. We warned you not to put what’s ours in danger, but…” He shook his head, sighing. “Guess that makes it an even…three.” He blew a wispy breath across her lips. “My favourite number.”
Aiden laughed as he hoisted her higher, walking towards the door, sirens wailing in the distance. “Hey, Roman. Think she’ll fit under the tree?”
Roman smiled, sizing her up. “Nah. Besides, angels always belong on top. And that’s exactly where she’ll be when we get home.”
About the Author
Kris sees herself as somewhat obsessive and feels she tends to push the limits sometimes. But her friends graciously see her as passionate and adventurous. After all, speed limits are only guidelines and shouting is just her way of rising above the chaos. Besides, she thinks the air is cleaner out there on the edge.
Kris started writing erotic stories a few years ago, but didn't try putting them out into the real world until recently. She loves penning independent leading ladies who aren't afraid to kick a bit of butt, especially when it only fuels the desires of their men. But of course, it wouldn't be any fun if the men didn't get to play... Most of her stories involve elements of suspense and quite often have a downright creepy villain lurking in the shadows. But all the better to get the hero's protective instincts going. After all, Kris still loves having a knight ride to the rescue...
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