Cabin Fever - Roe Horvat Page 0,38
was.”
Cold fear laced my belly at the memory of the night of the shooting, the sound of shattering glass, the sharp pain in my shoulder… The wound was completely healed now, just a faint red mark remained.
“Yeah?” I whispered.
“One of your uncle’s security guards got a payment and an anonymous request with a promise of three times more money if the perpetrator made it in and out. He took it. FBI did check everybody’s finances after the breach and found him easily. However, they weren’t able to trace the payment, so we have no idea who bribed the guard.”
“So, it’s a dead end?”
“Yeah. Problem is, before they caught him, the guard transferred some money to another account, loosely connected to your chief of security. We think they were trying to cover it up together. Your uncle fired your security chief on the spot. He will face charges for conspiracy and assisting an attempted murder.”
“Dennett? Carl Dennett knew about the breach?”
Shit. The guy had worked for my parents for more than fifteen years.
“I’m sorry, Michael. I’ll help to find you someone new once we’re back.”
Once we’re back.
He smiled at me, a weak, nervous smile. He was so worried about me.
The truth was, I wanted to stay here. If it weren’t for the fear that still had me clinging to Vincent like a limpet in the middle of the night, I wished they’d never catch the killer so I could stay hiding away with Vincent forever.
Refusing to think about the future anymore, I pushed everything aside. No killer, no people betraying me, no old friends forgetting about me, nobody. The outside world didn’t exist. There was just Vincent and me, and my growing love for him.
I straddled his lap, and his hands went automatically to my ass. Our movements were now in sync, like we were old lovers. When we were together in the same room, it felt like a dance. He kept touching me, yet making space for me, so solid and strong, but considerate at the same time. Now, in absolute harmony, our lips met, and we kissed. He slid his hands up my back and cupped my nape, and I sighed into the kiss.
“Take off your shirt and lie on your front. I’ll massage your back. You’re tense as hell.”
He searched my eyes for a few seconds, then nodded.
I climbed off him and went to the kitchen to grab some olive oil. I found Vincent lying on his belly, his broad, muscled back bare. He was gorgeous. So, fucking gorgeous.
I sat down on his ass, my legs on either side of his hips, and began kneading his shoulders. The muscles in the triangle between his neck and right shoulder had bunched up into tight knots. He must’ve been in pain. I circled my thumbs over the hard spots, trying to soften them.
“Aagh,” he groaned.
After a few minutes, he was humming with pleasure. And I… I was so fucking happy and proud. Silly me. I felt like the king of the world that I managed to please him and ease his stress.
He rolled underneath me, dislodging me, and I chuckled when I had to brace myself on the bed so I wouldn’t fall on the floor. He tugged my face down and kissed me again.
We didn’t speak. No role play, no dirty talk, no nothing. Even when he undressed me, he never stopped kissing me. I opened his jeans, desperate to feel his hard cock in my palm. It was hot, smooth like silk, and I couldn’t wait to get it inside me again. He kicked his pants off and rolled me onto my back, then slid down my body, pushed my legs up, and licked inside me. I pulled on the barbells in my nipples, and the sensations from his tongue in my ass, together with the pain in my nipples,
made my erection drool. Vincent loosened me, opened my hole with his tongue, and then pushed two slick fingers into me, just testing if I was relaxed enough to take him. I grabbed my legs and held myself open for him, reveling in the way he stared at my hole while he lubed his fat cock.
He thrust into me, and we both moaned with the feeling. His lips found mine. He tasted of my sweat and musk, but it only made me burn hotter. His hips rolled in perfect rhythm, filling me up over and over, and we kissed deeply, our tongues tangling and caressing each other.
He made love