Khan (Bowen Boys, #2)(30)

She lowered herself over his cock slowly. She knew that he wanted her to hurry, but he didn’t push her. When she was seated over him as far as she could go, he grabbed her hips and showed her how to ride. When she leaned forward, using his chest as a brace, he reached up and squeezed her nipples until she thought she was going to die from the pain/pleasure of it. When she came this time she had no buildup; Khan had jerked her over the edge by leaning up and biting her breast hard. Even as he suckled from her, she felt his cock shoot his cum deep. When he rolled her to her back, he lifted her legs to his shoulder and leaned into her.

“Cum again. I want you to cum with me inside you this deep.”

Her body did as he commanded and she saw stars burst behind her eyelids. When he came this time, he cried out her name and said that he loved her.

Khan lifted his weight off her and let her legs fall to the floor. She couldn’t move, and apparently he couldn’t very well either. After he reached up and pulled the afghan off the back of the couch, he covered them both and pulled her into his arms. She heard his snores seconds later. Resting her head on his chest, she closed her eyes too and wondered what the household would think when they found them there.





Chapter Eleven


Tony watched the news again and again. Each time, he was not mentioned. He held his cell phone in his hand in the event that the ringer was broken, waiting for someone to call him and let him know what was going on.

His parents were dead.

He wanted to go back home, to see for himself that they were really dead, but something held him back. Flashes of fireplaces and cheese kept him away. He had looked at the bloodied shirt and wondered if someone had tried to kill him as well and he’d gotten away. Then the story of the hotel manager came on.

He didn’t know why that place gave him head pains. The front of it was marked off in yellow police tape as well. But, again, something kept him from there. It was the place where he’d talked to Monica, but there was something else. Something that he didn’t want to remember.

When a commercial came on, he moved to the bed and curled in his ball. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and lay there, curling his fingers in his hair. It didn’t calm him as much as it had before. Something…Monica was keeping him from resting.

She hadn’t helped him like he’d thought she would. She’d been like the others. They only wanted to take and take until there was nothing left for him. And Tony had decided it was time to take himself back. Rolling to his back, he continued to suck his thumb. She would have to be dealt with.

Like the others, she needed to be punished. Not to be gone, but like the others, she needed to learn that he wasn’t to be played with. He needed her and she’d failed him. Tony looked at the television again when another news story came on. This one was about an accident, but it didn’t hold his attention or upset him like the other stories had. This one he could watch.

“Where are you?” He looked around the room, wanting someone to answer him. “I’ve been good. I want you all to just leave me alone.”

He lay back down and stuck his thumb in his mouth. They never would and he knew it. Tony started on his calm words and only got to three before he got up and went to the television. Screaming at it hadn’t helped earlier, and turning it off hadn’t as well. Someone had come in and turned it right back on again. Tony couldn’t win.

Reaching under the mattress, he pulled out the gun. He’d found it in his mother’s house, and he…he couldn’t remember when he’d found it, but now it was his. All of her stuff and his father’s was now his. Rubbing the barrel over his cheek, he thought that it was something he could do forever. The smooth, cool metal over his cheek made him happy. Happy in ways that he’d not been since… He shut out the thought of happiness and thought of the gun and the way it made him feel.

But he had it for a reason and he was ready to find her and use it. Glancing at the television, he froze. He knew her. That woman he knew. Crawling on his hands and knees to get closer, he watched her speak in the microphone. She was talking about his father and his mother.

“They were well liked, and the community will feel the loss of them for many, many years to come. Senator Barr had served several terms on the seat until his retirement earlier this year. He will, like his wife, be sorely missed.” She turned to someone to her left and nodded.

“Do you have any leads on the killer? Anything you can tell the press?”

The camera panned to a little man with a hat on. Then back to the woman before she spoke.

“We are pursuing a lead now and have gotten all the men working overtime to find their killer. And we will bring this person to justice. I can tell you that the murders were brutal and the act of one person. No one else was at home when the murders occurred.” She pulled up a picture and showed it to the camera. “If anyone has any information on this vehicle, please contact my office. We are only asking to speak to this individual; that is all at this time.”

Tony got up and looked out the window to his hotel room. He was much too far up to see down to the parking garage, but he was pretty sure his car had been stolen. That lady, Caitlynne Bowen, had shown his car on television and had not told anyone who he was.

He was standing at the door when he glanced at the television again. He nearly fell over getting back to it. There she was, his Monica. He watched her as two men stood next to her. Two men he didn’t…peering closer, he did know one of them. Tony beat on his head trying to remember where. He had a feeling it was important, but the more he beat on his head, the more he couldn’t remember. Going to the bed, he crawled into it and curled up.