The icy tabletop slapped against her bare flesh, and Barbara muffled her scream when Mike kneeled behind her. She sank her teeth into her lip hard enough to draw blood as he lapped at her cunt, his tongue flicking along her clit until she was a burning, twitching mess hanging on the edge of an orgasm.
“On your knees, bitch.” Mike pulled her off the table, rising to his feet. She winced at the sharp tug on her hair as he jerked her head back. “Suck on it, get it wet, baby. Then I’m gonna stick it in you until I blow my load.”
Barbara parted her lips and licked along the head, her mouth wrapping around it as she moved forward. Her tongue danced along the shaft again and again as he thrust. Her fingers crept beneath the lace of her panties to play with her clit as he thrust against her face. Gagging, coughing, she shuddered as he rammed his cock to the back of her throat repeatedly.
Barbara stared at him, her lips swollen, tears streaming down her cheeks, her chin wet with saliva.
“Mmm, is that the best you’ve got, lover?”
Alarm darted through her at his cocky grin. Her hands slapped at his wrist when he pulled her to her feet and dragged her toward the bed. Crying out in pain as her knees hit the floor, he pressed her down, his grip tight, unyielding, as he crushed her face into the bedspread.
With one hand down her panties, she played with her clit as she felt him jam two fingers back into her pussy before withdrawing them and slipping up along the curve of her ass. Barbara stiffened and then struggled as Mike lined his cock up and slid the thick head into her rectum. The burning was intense. Stifling moans of agony, she arched back. Nothing like a little pain. The thought barely finished before her orgasm was washing over her in a burst of lights and sensation.
Her hips pounded against the bed with each brutal shove before he groaned, his final thrust burying his cock into her anus as deep as it could go. She shivered with each wash of his ejaculate.
“Still a world class fuck.” Mike leaned over her. “I’ll get rid of the little slut, you just make sure you’re free when I’m done.”
Barbara jumped at the sharp slap on her ass before Mike padded into the bathroom. Collecting her breath, she struggled to her feet. Gathering her clothes, she winced at the tenderness in her lower body. She’d need a shower before she got home to prevent Lenny from noticing anything out of the ordinary.
Idly, she listened to the shower start up and dug into her purse for a hairbrush. She’d need to get into those accounts, and the easiest way was for Gillian to do it for her. The silly little twit would do it, if she knew what was good for her. And she had the perfect tool to use against Gillian. She’d do whatever it took to keep Jack safe, her attachment to the handsome fireman a perfect weapon to be wielded.
Chapter 24
Jack heard the phone ring. Carefully untangling himself from around Gillian, he shuffled sleepily into the living room to pick up the receiver before it woke Gilli. “Hello?” He paused at the faint sound of harsh breathing on the other end. “Hello? Who is this?”
“You’re dead.” Low, gravelly, the voice seemed to swallow his words. “You and the slut.”
Jack spat a curse at the angry dial tone. He set the receiver down and hurried down the hallway to the bedroom. Gillian lay tangled in the thin coverlet, her chest rising and falling with a slow steady rhythm. The bruising around her eyes was starting to fade. A faint line of tiny dots along her hairline revealed where the staples had been. He breathed a sigh of relief she hadn’t woken from her nap. She’d had too little sleep in the week since she’d been released from the hospital.
He shot a hard look at the phone, a niggling doubt plaguing him. Was it possible the accident had been less than an accident? But why? Who other than Barbara would want to harm Gilli? Had her ex gotten out? Turning back, he strode to the kitchen and froze at the faint sound of a cell phone. He dug around his desk, his fingers rifling through papers and bins until he found his. The ringing continued as he tossed the phone down. Jack hurried over to where Gillian’s purse sat. Opening it, he winced as he dug through it. He grabbed her phone just as it stopped ringing.
A tiny flashing envelope revealed there was a voicemail. With a sick feeling in his gut, he checked the number. He jotted it down, put the phone back, and stood. Should he call Rick? There wasn’t any reason to think the calls and Rick’s investigation were connected … was there? He had no doubt Gillian’s ex was behind the calls, but he had no proof.
A pained whimper from his bed had him turning. He pasted a smile on his face and hurried down the hall toward Gillian. “Hey, sleepyhead, are you hungry?”
“No.” Gillian struggled to sit up. “Thank you. I thought I heard the phone.”
“Wrong number.” Jack smiled. He shifted uneasily at her look before she nodded and eased to her feet.
“How much longer do I have to mope around? I feel as though I’m doing nothing.”
“You’re healing.” Jack grabbed her arm when she teetered, and then wrapped an arm around her waist. Pulling her close, his palms caressed her hips. He smiled when she tangled her arms around his neck, her lips lifting slightly. With his head bent, he dropped a quick kiss to her lips. Instantly, the heat flared; desire rushed through his blood. He tamped down on the need and pulled back. “I feel all macho and manly to be
