She tilted her head to the side. “What do you mean payment?”
“Rodney told me about the danger pay you give some of the guys. What has happened here today is off the pay charts, therefore you owe me big. And I’m not talking about money. One of these days I’ll collect. I’ll take you higher and longer than you’ve ever gone in the past. I won’t stop until you are screaming my name. You’ll be begging me to stop. It will be one for the history books, and then, maybe then it will be enough. We’ll see.” Noah loved watching her eyes get bigger and bigger, her breathing more rapid.
Let her think about that for a while.
*
He’d spent the morning watching the old couple clean up the yard at that bastard’s house and could tell by the GPS he’d put on Lexi’s car that she was still at the senior center. Seeing the damage around town, he knew she’d be there for a while. She always was a bleeding heart. He’d never understood why she would help other people without expecting something in return and clenched his hands into fists until his fingernails bit into the palms of his hands, making them bleed.
Once they’d finished cleaning up and went into the bastard’s house, he quickly went down the rocky hill and into her house. She rarely locked her doors, even after her car had broken down. After watching her from the woods and feeling her fear, he’d been hard for hours and had to go to the next town over to find a release.
Even in small towns there were always loose women. A woman who didn’t care who she fucked and who wouldn’t be missed by anyone for anywhere from a day to a week. He had scouted things out before hand, had known there was going to be a time when he would need a release before he could have Alexia again. The woman had been below his usual standards, but as they say, desperate times called for desperate measures. He’d fucked her, beaten her, and killed her as he came. It was quick—he hadn’t taken his usual time with it. He should have been able to last longer. He shivered as he remembered choking the life out of that miserable woman. The look of unbelievable terror that had shined in her eyes was such a turn on. He moved his hand down to squeeze his hardened cock.
He moved quickly to her bedroom. Lucky for him, the old couple next door liked to have Pepper around and would keep her when Alexia was out. He set up the cameras and bugs all around her bedroom and bathroom so that he wouldn’t miss one angle of her when she was alone, so that he would see everything she did behind closed doors when she thought no one was looking. He smiled to himself, thinking of what he would see as soon as she got home tonight.
He placed a few more downstairs, just to make sure he wouldn’t miss anything. He knew how particular she was and moved her things around, just a little bit. Most people wouldn’t notice. But she would, and she would wonder.
He tried to focus on the job at hand but kept getting distracted by her things. He wanted to go through all of it, smell and lick everything that touched her body. She was his. Until her last dying breath, she was his.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
It had been a week since Lexi called the authorities in La Jolla but she’d finally heard back from them the day before. While it wasn’t all good news, part of it was. Anthony had been released early from jail. They showed that a letter had gone out to her a month ago, but she hadn’t received anything. While that scared the crap out of her, the good news was that he had an ankle monitor on. After making sure all of the legal documents were in order she was able to talk to someone in the monitoring company which showed that he hadn’t left his house except to go to the store. She made sure that the company would call her if there was any change. He was still in La Jolla, nowhere near her, and would be monitored for another year. That was time enough for her to plan what she would do when he was finally free to go and do whatever he wanted.
Lexi thought about the past week with Noah while she cleaned her house. She had most of the day to herself, working on photography or reading, while Noah wrote music. He was so full of energy when talking about what he wrote. She hadn’t heard anything yet, but he was spending hours in his studio at home. When he surfaced for breaks, he always wandered to her house for a meal or would invite her over for some of Martha’s cooking. She felt like a school girl, waiting to hear from him, and couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face whenever she saw him. They spent time walking on the beach, taking drives on his Harley, playing games, or just sitting around talking. They filled their free time with each other.