I See You (Criminal Profiler #2) - Mary Burton Page 0,98
it’s been a long night.” She coiled a blond curl around her finger.
The stoplight turned yellow, so he slowed. It turned red, and he reached for the radio and switched on a rock station. Sometimes when he played the older stuff, it reminded him of when he was younger. In those days, he had still been angry, but he’d also had hope he would get his shit together and live the dream. Now he knew the dream was nothing but smoke and mirrors.
He adjusted his tight grip on the steering wheel several times before the light turned green. He pressed the accelerator and drove two more blocks to his motel. It was an older place, but what he liked about it was the front desk took cash. It also did not have cameras.
He shut off the car engine and unhooked his seat belt. “I’m on the first floor.”
That automatic smile returned, and when he unlocked the car doors, she reached to open hers. As she rose, he glanced at her ass. He would bet she was already thinking about what moves she would run through with him so she could get him off fast so she could catch a little sleep.
He moved around the car and met up with her, and the two walked toward the room. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk, and a side-eye glance caught the swell of those tits in the V of her low-cut top. She already was working him, and they had not even gotten inside the room.
He opened the door, clicked on the light, and waited for her to enter. He closed the door behind him and watched as she set her purse by the edge of the bed closest to the door. She walked to the bathroom, looked inside, and then faced him. “What’s your pleasure?”
“Take your clothes off,” he said.
She sat on the edge of the bed, unzipped her boots, and set them by her purse. She must have learned the hard way to lay out her clothes and plan for a quick exit.
His dick grew hard as she reached for the edge of her top and pulled it over her head, exposing big floppy tits with big pink areolae that conjured images of a milk cow. Not Hadley.
She wiggled her hips and pushed off her short skirt, leaving her only in a black thong, which she also removed. Again, the clothes were piled neatly with her other belongings.
She rose, reached for the comb in her hair. “How do you want it?”
“Leave your hair up. Lie on the bed,” he said.
“On my back?”
“Yes. I want to see your face.”
She hesitated a moment, as if something in his tone bothered her. A girl like her would have to be smart if she wanted to survive on the street. “And then what?”
“Stretch your arms out,” he said.
As she got on the bed and lay down, slowly extending her arms to either edge of the headboard, he straddled her. His dick was hard, but it was not throbbing, and he feared if he kept looking at that damn face of hers, he would lose it altogether.
He closed his eyes, pictured Hadley, and ran his fingers over her belly and up to the breasts. When his fingers skimmed the pink, large tits, he squeezed hard. She whimpered and squirmed under him.
He pinched again, this time taking a big handful of each breast in his hands and clamping down hard.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
Her words were not an invitation but an acceptance that this job was not going to be as easy as she had first thought. He was hurting her. And his dick got a little harder.
His hands moved up her chest to her neck, and he wrapped his fingers around it. He tightened his hold, remembering the times when he’d had Hadley under him. This woman felt different. Tauter. Sinewy. Pissed that this woman was not Hadley, he tightened his hold.
“Not so rough, baby,” she whispered. “We have over two hours to go.”
The sound of her voice broke the moment, and something inside of him clicked. No matter how much he pretended, there was no bringing back Hadley. She was gone forever.
But that did not mean the night was going to be a complete loss.
He released her neck, now marred by the red impression of his fingers. “Sorry.”
Worry skimmed her gaze. “It’s okay, baby. Why don’t you lay down and let Kiki do her magic on you?”