Drop Dead Sexy(41)

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. “Give me one sec, Ralph. I need to get my purse from Catcher’s car.”

“Sure thing, Liv. I’ll lock up.”

As we walked out onto the front porch, Catcher gritted his teeth. “Epic cock-blocker.”

“Would you take a rain check on what we started tonight?” I asked on the way to his car.

Catcher’s brows shot up questioningly. “Really?”

“Of course.”

A pleased smiled stretched on Catcher’s lips. “Okay. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“But don’t you need my number?”

He winked at me. “I’ll get it. I don’t have access to cell phone records for nothing.”

“That is totally stalker creepy.”

Catcher laughed. “Talk to you later, Olivia.”

“Goodbye, Agent Mains.”

After I closed the door, Catcher took off, and I stood with a goofy smile on my face as I watched his tail lights disappear in the distance.





Although only twenty-four hours had passed since Randy’s death, it felt more like a week. Last night after I left Randy’s house and Catcher, I had come home, taken a long, scalding-hot shower, and then fell into bed at seven without even bothering to fix dinner.

It had been my phone dinging, not my alarm, that had woken me up this morning around seven. After I rolled over and picked my phone off the nightstand, I almost fell off the bed when I saw it was Catcher, rather than a body pickup.

Mornin’ Beautiful.

As I stared at the screen, my heart did a funny flip-flop that made me both giddy as well as contemplating making an appointment with a cardiologist. Morning.

Did u have sweet dreams of me last nite or nitemares of Randy’s dicks?

I snorted. No nightmares? thank God.

No sex dreams either?

Sorry but no.

Such a pity.

Did u need me for something?

Nope. Just wanted to say hi.

Once again my heartbeat went kaka crazy. Glad you said hi.

Talk to you soon. Bye.

Bye.

Catcher’s text had me on Cloud Nine for the rest of the morning. Now I found myself supervising Mrs. Laughton’s funeral. Instead of the chapel at Sullivan’s, the service was at the First Baptist Church.

The second minister had just stood up to eulogize Mrs. Laughton when my phone buzzed in my coat pocket. I quickly ducked out of the sanctuary to check my message. My heartbeat did its erratic flutter when I saw it was once again Catcher.

Need 2 check on holy roller lead 2nite. Can u come with?

Hmm, he was actually inviting me to tag along for part of the investigation. That was certainly an interesting development. Sure. What time?

Pick u up @6 at your place.





K


I started back into the sanctuary when my phone buzzed again. “Oh God!” I cried at the sight of Catcher’s erect dick pic. I jerked my head up from the phone and hastily glanced around. Thankfully, the hallway was empty, and no one but me had seen Catcher’s throbbing member.

Seriously? I’m working a service!

I wish u were working me in & out of that delicious mouth of yours.

A squeak escaped my lips before I typed, Catcher, please.

Mmm, I like it when you beg. Would u let me cum in ur mouth? Or on ur fabulous tits.

His dirty talk sent a flush ricocheting over my body, causing me to feel scorching hot in more than just my face. I pressed my thighs tight together to try to relieve some of the growing ache between my legs.

Maybe u would rather me be working on u. Licking all the cream off that perfect, pink *.

“Mmm, oh yes,” I moaned at his words and the visual. Then it hit me like a lightning bolt out of the sky where I was. Although it wasn’t in the Ten Commandments, I’m pretty sure, “Thou shalt not sext in the house of God,” was pretty high up there on the list of no-nos.

Stop it.

That’s not what u said the other nite.

Yeah, well, I’m not usually in a church’s sanctuary!

Ever role play? I could totally play a priest, & u the innocent nun. Damn, I’m so f*cking hard thinking about running my hand up under your robe & pumping my fingers in and out of you til u came screaming my name.

At that moment, I felt the flames of desire, rather than Hell, licking at my feet. But then I once again got a hold of myself. There were just somethings I could not do, and regardless of how hot it was, I could not sext while in a church. Least of all at a funeral. Not to mention one that I was in charge of.

Enough. Can’t do this now. Talk 2 u later I furiously typed.

Fine. But wear a skirt. I wanna finger-bang you on the road.

Good lord, the man was relentless. Instead of responding, I shut off my phone and ended the temptation. I eased back inside the sanctuary. When I glanced up at the altar, it appeared the face on the massive stained glass Jesus was giving me a disappointed look. “I’m so sorry,” I murmured to him.

A few people on the bench in front of me turned around to peer curiously at me. Trying to save face, I quickly said, “Yes, I’m so, so sorry for your loss.”

One of the women bobbed her head like she sincerely appreciated what I had said. When they turned back around, I rolled my eyes and exhaled.

It was then that Todd came from the right side of the sanctuary to join me. “Are you okay?” he asked.