Bless The Beauty - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,40

suddenly gave Chase another hard knock on the back to break him free from my wrist.

“Better stop now or you’re going to give yourself a hard-on that will last for hours.”

Chase released his tight grip and licked the remaining blood from my wrist. His eyes burned with desire. “I think that has already been accomplished.”

He dropped my arm and stepped back. I raised my wrist to my mouth and kept my gaze focused on Chase as I slowly licked the wound to seal it. A little payback was due for the whole ass-smacking bit.

Kellen groaned deeply. “Now, I’m going to be hard for hours.” He gave me a chastised look.

“Must you do that?”

I grinned, lowered my hand and with as much sass as I had, I responded, “I must.”

My laughter echoed through the air as I left the two men behind to walk awkwardly as their erections pushed against their pants. Payback is such a bitch.

At the hospital, I started up the stairs surrounded by large white pillars. I raised my hand to knock, but before I could, it opened to a kind-looking gentleman. Beige golf shirt, pressed pleated pants and brown loafers to boot, messy hair and tired shadowy eyes, it was obvious the nurse was right. The doctor had been asleep and by the looks of him he needed it.

“Special Agent Sloan?” he asked in a gravelly tone.

I reached into my back pocket as I offered my other hand to him. “Dr. Peterson, I presume.”

After I grabbed onto the piece of paper I put there, I handed him the warrant.

Dr. Peterson examined it a moment then shook my hand. “Call me Bob.”

I glanced back to Kellen and Chase, almost busted out with laughter at their strained faces.

Ooo…I’m damn good. They both looked uncomfortable, which I’d imagine would be the case with a hard cock and being unable to do anything about it. But I was also glad to note that Chase did look rejuvenated. The color in his cheeks had returned and the dark circles under his eyes were now gone. I smiled feeling good about that as I introduced them, “Special Agent Chase Finely and Kellen Boyd.”

“Pleasure to meet you both,” Bob responded.

Chase and Kellen nodded in return.

“Thank you for seeing us, Bob.” I drew his attention away from Kellen and Chase. “I know it’s late and we appreciate your time.”

Bob opened the door and waved his hand to usher us through. “It’s not a problem. I can only hope I can be of assistance here.” As he continued down the hall, he made his way to an office just off the main hallway, which looked nothing like a treatment center and more like a home. He stepped through the door and gestured to the chairs in front of a large wooden desk. “Please take a seat. Can I get you a coffee, tea?”

I shook my head and sat down in a teal chair in front of the desk. “No time for that.”

Bob took a seat behind the desk, settled his hands on the top and sighed. “Now then, tell me what it is you need to know about Chad McKinney.”

Chase stood in behind me as Kellen took the seat next to me. There were a thousand questions running through my mind that I’d like to ask, but starting at the beginning was ideal. “What was he here for?”

“The state committed him after he killed his mother,” Bob responded in a steady voice.

“He killed his own mother?” Kellen repeated in an utter gasp.

Bob nodded in agreement as he stood. He went over to the filing cabinet that sat in the corner of the room and pulled out a large file. “Yes. He was only ten when he committed the crime.”

Kellen’s expression was fast past appalled. It dabbled into disgusted. “What the fuck is wrong with him?”

Bob scowled as he returned to his seat. “Nothing is wrong with him.”

“I would argue that, Doctor,” Kellen said back with vengeance. “A kid that kills his own mother should have been shot on sight.”

We didn’t have time to care what or how Kellen felt on the matter, we needed to press on. I ignored the entire conversation and before Bob could come up some snappy retort, I intervened. “You need to tell us his background. The police have Chad in custody and I need to know all I can about him before I interrogate him.”

Bob’s brows furrowed as a questioning expression filled his face. “What has he done exactly?”

“Watched the news