for his dick, my fingertips brushing it for a second before his hand captures my arms.
His eyes are hot behind the mask. His tongue traces along his lower lip as he trails a finger through my slit.
His head tips slightly back. “Oh, Piglet…”
“Wet for you,” I murmur.
“I can’t wait.”
“Don’t wait…”
His eyes shut as he grabs me by the hips, positioning me at the bed’s edge. He wraps a hand around his cock and spreads my lips, rubbing his head in my slickness, making circles till I’m crying out, my clit throbbing, my thighs shaking.
“Now,” I pant.
He pushes gently at my entrance, stretching me just slightly.
“God…”
I wriggle up against him, desperate to take all of him. With a low chuckle, he plunges in. He’s so damn big, I cry out. He fills me so deeply, stretches me so perfectly, I can’t help thrusting my hips at him…taking him so deeply I lose track of everything but him in me.
“Barrett…”
“God, I love you… Love you, Gwen. I love you.”
My throat is so tight, I can’t reply, so I look up at him and find his face is lifted to the ceiling. “Jesus.”
He fucks me like our lives depend on it. He fucks me like he’s marked for death and my flesh is his last supper. He fucks me so I know I’m made for this, for him, I’m made to welcome him inside me, made to breathe with him and clench around him as I sigh and he groans.
When we’re finished and he finally rises off me, his eyes glisten in the moonlight.
TWENTY THREE
NICCOLO
December 31, 2015
Jamie told me about the telescope at Barrett’s house. How much her friend Gwen likes it. So it’s not hard to get rid of them both. My girl is more than happy to take her bestie upstairs to the mini-planetarium Kim designed and had installed a year and a half ago: a way, she told my dad, to see her son. It cost a fortune, but he has that. If he hadn’t paid for it, I would have.
I’ve known for two days now that my team has been spotted. Since then, I’ve been thinking. Planning.
Until last year, I did a monthly write-up in the local rag. Hollywood insider type of shit. Fun for me, exciting for the people here, my way to give back to the community since I’m not willing to be a politician/whore like Dad.
I paid a visit to the Gazette’s offices the day we arrived. I took Jamie with me. It was perfect. She yakked her head off while I went into the archive room to “make copies of my work.”
“For old times’ sake,” I’d told the editor, a flighty little lady named Sue.
Instead, I pulled an old New Year’s edition. The Gazette is an afternoon paper, so what I’m looking for is there. I’ve seen this edition many times before, have piles of it in the wine cellar below my parents’ place.
I step out of the archives looking troubled, hands in pockets. The article of interest is crumpled in my pocket.
“Sue,” I say in a puzzled voice, “I can’t find something I’d like to copy.”
“What are you looking for?”
I explain, with Jamie’s help, her best friend’s situation. Jamie has been telling me about her friend. Gwen’s struggles. Her attack.
“I wasn’t sure she even had a copy of the write-up.” I look wide-eyed down at Jamie. She nods, and I can see the gratitude in her eyes—appreciative that I care.
“You know…” She taps her cheek. “I doubt she does. That’s actually a really good idea. Might give her some closure.”
The three of us canvass the archive room. Sue is shaken when she discovers that the page is missing. Jamie is more shaken.
“It could be him! The person who attacked Gwen. Him or…her, I guess. Who would take something like that? And why? I don’t get it.”
I shake my head. I’m glad she doesn’t. Very, very glad my lover doesn’t get it.
With Jamie and Gwen upstairs now, I find Barrett where I know I will: in John’s room. The dude is standing by my brother’s bookshelf with his arms crossed; really, wrapped around himself. I recognize his stance. In acting, it’s an advanced skill set: displaying pain, appearing vulnerable, while keeping the face blank. But Barrett has it down. Bear, John called him.
I could pity him, but I don’t let myself. There’s no point.
I hear him inhale as I step into the room. When he sees it’s me, he bows his head, biding his time