would look absolutely perfect covered in my cum. The thought sends a sizzle down my spine and into my sack.
Just looking at her brings me to the edge, but I back off. Enjoying her bath can’t end so quickly, not when I already know exactly how she likes to do her best thinking.
She slides into the water, her moaning sigh making me grit my teeth. Teeth that should be biting her shoulder right now as I claim her, fucking her every which way until she knows we belong together.
When she settles into her favorite spot--her neck on the rolled edge of the tub, her nipples just peaking over the water--she moves her hand between her legs.
I watch. I watch so fucking intently that sweat forms on my brow. Stroking in time with her, I imagine myself there, my tongue between her thighs as I eat her perfect cunt. Every lick sending her higher and higher.
And then, when she gasps and arches her back, I let go. She comes on a moan, and I spurt right along with her, imagining my seed inside her, coating every bit of her with everything I am. She deserves all of me, so I give it.
When we come down, I lean back and watch her breathe. Just floating there in the tub like the most beautiful siren.
What will she do when I claim her the first time? I’ve been waiting a long time to find out. But now that Trevor is out of the way, this is my time to strike. My time to woo her with every weapon in my arsenal. She is meant for me, and I know with a certainty that verges on insanity that she will realize that fact very soon.
I lean down and clean up my mess, then stand to toss the tissues in my wastebasket.
But she shifts in the tub, the rush of water meeting my ears. Sitting straight up, the water sluicing off her curvy body, she bites her lips.
“Holy crap. What if Silas is the killer?”
4
Jamie
I sink back down in the tub, a frown on my face. “Of course it’s not Silas.” I think my orgasm--the epic one I just had while imagining Silas inside me--may have fried my brain. He’s harmless, so much so that I’m worried for his safety. I hope him coming over here hasn't put him in any danger. I need to get ahead of this thing before more innocent people die.
So far, all of those that have lost their lives have been jerks except Mr. Martin. The next one, though, could be someone like Silas. Or Betty, who makes those killer cake pops at the bakery next to the arcade. I’m starting to lean heavily toward the killer being Trevor. That would mean he’s not dead after all. Only one way to find out. I pull the plug on the tub before stepping out and snagging a towel.
I head for my bedroom, not entirely sure how I’m going to do this. First stop would be Trevor's place. He might be back home or laying low there. If he’s not, then maybe he showed his face at Aces. He loves that club. He tried to get me to go a few times. I don’t understand why people enjoy all the loudness and being shoved up against one another while sweating. I do love to dance, but everyone should remain at a respectable distance.
I dig through my closet and pull out a Halloween bin at the back. I slip on a bra and underwear before I start ripping through the bin. Two years ago, Cece and I dressed up like rock stars. I find the ripped jeans and a blond wig and decide to put them on. I pray the jeans still fit.
It takes a little work, but I get them over my hips. The shirt I’d originally worn got ruined that night with a chocolate bar. I’ll have to grab something else. I stick with a simple black undershirt. I have to push on my boobs to get them in place so my bra doesn't show too much. The wig ends up taking the longest. This really is a two-man job. I look at myself in the mirror. My disguise is perfect. There’s no way that anyone will recognize me.
Now wait. I know I’m forgetting something. I think for a minute. “Burner phone and credit card!” I grab my purse from the kitchen and dump it out on the table. Under the sink,