Asha looks like the perfect goddess, a slight sheen of sweat all over her body.
“I need to, Kurt… please let me.”
Fuck, she isn’t the only one on the edge. Neither of us can hold on much longer. Pulling my hand away, I don’t even give her time to protest at the emptiness as I plant my cock hard into her sex and the first strangled cry leaves her lips.
“That’s it, baby, every time I want that blood-curdling scream. Let it all out while I pleasure you.”
Another scream as her pussy clamps so tightly around me.
I try to breathe to hang on and stop my orgasm from racing through me.
“No one will take you away from me. I fucking own you, and this is how I intend to keep you. For the rest of your life. Naked, in a state of ecstasy and screaming my name, over and over again. My strong, perfect Asha.”
“Kurrrrttttt…” Hearing my name on her lips as she comes with such force has me coming so hard inside her that I flop forward on top of her.
We’re both completely covered in sweat but sated in more than one way.
“I love you, beautiful.” As I softly take her lips while her eyes are still closed, her hands now around my neck, we share the intimacy of being joined in a way I never expected today.
“Love you too.”
Both of our breathing starts to return to normal. Then Asha starts to giggle, her body bouncing on the counter.
I lift my head to look at her. “What’s so funny?” Not that I’m complaining because I’ll take this happiness over the mood from a little while ago.
“Not sure we should be doing this right now. Aren’t we supposed to be all serious and shit?”
Looking at her, I start shaking my head before I too am laughing. She has a point, but I’m not telling her that. “Are you trying to tell me I’m not a serious fucker?” Which just has her laughing harder.
I lift her up and make a mental note to clean down that counter before we eat anything. Slowly placing her on the ground, I take her head in my hands. “You okay now, baby?” I ask, rubbing my thumb across her cheek.
“Thank you,” she whispers like it’s a secret between us that she needs to connect on such a raw level to ground herself.
Just like that night I met her, I’m the calm to her storm.
“Not like it’s a chore.” I swat her on the ass. “Now get dressed before our visitor arrives.”
Both of us sigh like the day is back on track in the middle of the nightmare we stepped away from, for one blissful moment.
The knock on the door has me tensing every bone in my body, my hand on my gun, and pushing Asha into the bedroom to close the door.
I know who it is and why she’s here, but I’m not stupid enough to take any chances.
Looking through the peephole in the door, I see the same face on the photo that Ghost sent me.
“Who is it?” I call, waiting for the code name that Ghost gave her.
“Lucille Long,” her snappy voice replies like I’m wasting her time.
As I open the door, she marches past me. Man, this woman oozes power in every stride she walks into the room. Business suit, briefcase, the hair and makeup perfect. Not my type of woman, but she is attractive.
Closing the door behind me and the lock back in place, she drops her briefcase on the table, opens it up, and turns back to me.
Hand outstretched, she says, “Jacinta Nordick, lead counsel.”
Shaking her hand, I’m glad in a way that she is representing Asha. I picture this woman taking no prisoners in court, and in fact, she will happily rip the balls clean off a man if needed.
“Kurt Dolan.” I introduce myself, but the look on her face tells me I’m wasting her time because it’s not me she is here to see.
“I’ll just get Asha, shall I?” When I move off towards the bedroom, she just nods at me while continuing to unload the things she needs.
Asha seated across the table from Jacinta is like looking at polar opposites, and I know which side of the table is the kind of woman who turns my world upside down.
I go to speak a few times, and the looks I receive from both of them, I learn my place real fast. Jacinta doesn’t want my opinion, I wasn’t a witness, and Asha needs to do this on her own to take ownership of saving herself.
But sitting here on the couch listening to Asha relive every single detail from that night makes me want to roar with anger. I know most of it from reading the case notes that Ghost got a hold of for me, yet hearing the pain in her voice, even when she is trying to be brave, is slaying me.
Trying to keep my emotions in check, I’m in work mode, listening for the small details that mean nothing to other people, yet to me, could be the one lead we need to unravel this thing.
“Then they took me out to the police car. I finally felt the night air and the rain on my face. I could breathe a little.” Asha I can see is back in that memory as she keeps laying it out for Jacinta who is madly taking notes.
“Tell me what you see around you when you walk out the front door,” Jacinta asks her.
“There are flashing lights everywhere, red and blue, and the white of lightning across the sky.” A small shiver runs over her body, but she pushes on. “On the left is the driveway to the garages where my car is parked. Lots of men and women moving around. The gardens that just don’t look as good as usual because the new gardener was crap. I can see his car out on the street. He
