Eye of the Storm (Storm, #2)

– CHAPTER NINE –


Evie woke up slowly with a hard body behind her. Opening her eyes, she was torn between staying in his warm embrace or getting up and starting to dwell on what had happened yesterday. Deciding that she could just as easily stay in his arms as dwell on the murdered woman, she stayed where she was.

What must she have gone through? The pain she must have suffered at the hands of madman. She wondered if she had any family or friends that would miss her. She was someone’s daughter, someone’s first love, maybe even someone’s mother. To have all that taken away was just so sad.

Tears started falling down her cheeks. How could someone do that to another human being? She knew everything that happened to Lexi, both times, along with the other women. For someone to continue to do that, they must be seriously fucked up. Knowing he would keep killing until he was captured did nothing to help Evie calm down.

The arms that were around her squeezed and pulled her closer. She held her breath not sure if he was awake. Torn between knowing they had to get up and get out of here and wanting to spend all day close to him, she did nothing.

“How long do you think we can hide out here?” he mumbled in her ear.

“I’d give it a couple of days before having to do the right thing surfaces.”

“It’s so warm and comfortable lying here with you, I don’t ever want to leave.”

Evie shivered, at a loss for what to do or say. This was a first for her and she didn’t like the feeling one bit.

“Ahhh… finally I’ve found a way to keep you quiet. Maybe I should try something else.” With one arm holding her tight against him, he used his other hand to move the hair away from her neck. He nipped and licked the side of her neck as his free hand roamed down the length of her body.

“Yes, I think this is perfect. You taste so good.” He raised her arm and entwined it with his, breathing softly against the inside of her elbow. “My imagination runs wild as to what the rest of you tastes like.” His tongue licked her wrist.

She couldn’t stand it any longer. Moaning, she turned in his arms and moved her leg over his. With the heel of her foot, pulled him closer, so that his hardness was tight against her.

Pushing her shoulder back so she was arched, he dipped his head and bit her nipple through her clothes. Grinding against each other he pulled her shirt up roughly, forcing her bra out of the way. Without hesitation, he sucked on her nipple.

Letting out a cry of pleasure, she unbuttoned his pants. She had just reached her hand in and was about to wrap her hand around him, when a knock sounded on the door.

“Seriously?” She yelled turning on her back.

“Housekeeping.”

“Not now.” He bellowed pulling her back towards him.

“Check out is now. You must leave.”

“Shit. Fuck. Damn. Why does this keep happening to us?”

He rolled away from her adjusting himself as he stood up. “One of these days there won’t be an interruption.”

“Can’t be soon enough for me.”

Sending her a lopsided grin he said, “Me either, me either.”

*

Jeremy watched the video over and over from his hotel room in Boston. Seeing them in one of his homes was thrilling. He had edited the video so that it showed his favorite parts only. Watching them creep down the hall, the look of terror on her face wondering what they would find. Then finally the coup de grace when they opened the door to the bedroom.

He froze the frame so that he could look at them. A laugh escaped his lips, he couldn’t keep it in. Gently stroking the screen, he knew this was an image he’d keep in his mind forever.

Cocking his head to the side, he took a closer look at the woman with Anthony. Evie Taylor, Lexi’s best friend, and it would appear Anthony’s new woman. Not his usual woman, not their typical women, but there was something about her. He could almost feel her fear through the screen. Wanting more, he began to make plans.

*

Anthony had mixed feelings about coming home. Torn between wishing his parents were still alive and being thankful they weren’t put through everything that had happened the past eight years.

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