Five Alarm Lust by Elise Whyles (popular books to read .TXT) 📕

Her heart stuttered in her chest. The wash of her orgasm raced down her thighs as her sex clenched. Heat suffused her body, her breasts heavy, laden; she arched up.

Rough fingers trailed up her thighs, painting in the moisture clinging to her flesh. How much was the tepid shower, how much was her own essence, she didn’t know, nor did she care. On legs that trembled, she eased as far down into the tub as she could, her body arching forward to accommodate her bound wrists.

Boneless, her body swimming in pleasure, she felt Jack ease the rope over her wrists, his hands gentle as he gathered her against him. A gasp escaped when she felt the broad, slick head of his cock against her hip. She whined softly and blinked, her hands already searching for his frame. She trailed her fingers down his body, her nails rasping over his nipples.

Gillian closed her eyes and focused on learning him. On touching him. Her hands sliding over flesh that quivered, nails scoring gently. Drawing in each hiss of his breath, each groan, she couldn’t help smiling.

“Come for me, Jack,” Gillian leaned forward to whisper. Her lips brushing against his ear. “Come hard for me.”

Gillian emitted a startled shriek and clung to him as he lurched upward, her back slamming into the shower wall as he kissed her. Control vanished, his tongue slid into her mouth. Dueled with hers as she writhed against him.

His hard shaft slipped between her folds, the head bumping her clit again and again. Hanging on by a thread, she jerked her mouth free. “Now, Jack! Now, please, I want you. I need you.”

Their mutual scream filled the bathroom as he slid into her in one fierce thrust. His pubic hair rasped against the sensitive flesh between her legs. She sobbed as he rolled his hips, his pelvis putting pressure where she needed it. “Yes, yes.” Panting her agreement, she arched toward him, her palms slapping the ceramic tiles when he rolled his hips, barely touching her, his hands going beneath her thighs, spreading her open. His grip tightened on her ass as he slammed into her again and again. His raspy breathing filled her head as she raced toward the peak before crashing through the barrier and falling into the vortex of her orgasm.

Chapter 27

Barbara poured another cup of tea, her gaze sliding to the windows of the house. Silence reigned. Turning on the news, she sat back. With Lenny out of the house, she could do whatever she wanted. If only it were so easy to chase away the ghosts, fill the void he’d left.

“Today’s top stories…” The anchor’s voice filled the silence. “Recently escaped prisoner, Michael Kilpatrick, was arrested in the summer home of Barbara Krutz. He currently faces a myriad of charges including assault and battery, breaking and entering. Mister Kilpatrick was serving a twenty-year sentence for the attempted murder of his former girlfriend, Gillian Hilliard.”

Barbara hit the Mute button and stared at the television in horror. If he talked, everything would be for naught. She had no access to Gillian’s money, and her own accounts had been seized. How much the police knew she wasn’t certain, but she did know if Michael started talking they were both looking at a much more severe punishment.

She needed to get out of town, take a trip. Yes, that would work well. She’d go visit her sister in Toronto until things blew over, and they were sure to. Gillian wouldn’t speak of the matter; she was too scared to go against her mother’s wishes.

Her hand froze on the phone at the abrupt knock on the door. Pasting a smile on her face, Barbara strolled to the door. Fear lanced through her at the marked cruiser and the Crown Victorian sitting in her driveway. Three RCMP members, two men and a woman, stood on the stoop, staring at her.

“Good evening, can I help you, Constable Feller?” Barbara hoped they didn’t notice the thread of fear in her voice.

“Barbara Krutz, we have a warrant for your arrest. Please turn around and place your hands on your head.” The woman pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “You are under arrest for Breach of Trust and fraud as well conspiracy to commit murder. Do you understand? You have the right to retain and instruct counsel without delay. We will provide you with a toll-free telephone lawyer referral service if you do not have your own lawyer. Anything you say can be used in court as evidence. Do you understand? Would you like to speak to a lawyer?”

“What? You can’t.”

Constable Feller smiled, a cold, hard movement of his facial muscles. “Would you like to make a statement Missus Krutz? Anything you say may be entered into evidence.”

Barbara swallowed hard, her heart racing. “Just who am I supposed to have done these things to?”

“Gillian Hilliard.” The woman cop clicked one cuff into place and slid the other over her wrist. “Again, do you wish to contact a lawyer? I can provide you with a number to the legal aid…”

“Yes, I want my lawyer.” Barbara huffed, stumbling as the woman officer hustled her to the waiting car. She glanced behind her at the house. “Lock the door. I wouldn’t want some thief to rob me blind.”

“Watch your head, ma’am.”

Sitting in the back of the cruiser, Barbara stared out the window, an icy fear settling over her. Just how much had they uncovered?

* * * *

Contentment oozed through her like the sunlight spilling across the bedroom floor. With a wide yawn, Gillian stretched, her back cracking as she reached for her glasses. Slipping them into place, she glanced over her shoulder at Jack who lay sleeping soundly. Across the room on the dresser her blue bin rested, the lid askew. The thick duvet was tossed aside as she rose to cross the room.

She lifted the lid and gazed down into it. Stacks of pictures were piled atop the folders she’d kept all these years. With