No. There had to be another explanation for the deaths. And this revelation left us with an even more chilling conclusion: it was one of our own who’d claimed their lives. Now that we’d found the bodies, hopefully it was only a matter of time before we found out who was behind it. I’d told Patricia and her team that they could call on me to help, but they seemed more than able to handle the job on their own.
I dragged myself back to my seat, my stomach bunched into a hard ball.Shit, was that Virgin Boy? Rachel squealed. Did he hear our conversation?
Ella looked at me with a mixture of sadness and frustration in her eyes.Was he standing behind me for long? I groaned and slumped forward.Probably long enough to hear everything, she said. He looked . . . hurt, Avery.
Who the f**k cares? Rachel said. You got what you wanted from him, right?Wrong, Rachel. I’ve been . . . lying to you. And to myself. I felt the prickle of tears behind my eyes. I really like him, Rachel. Like him, like him.
She remained silent, probably shocked by my revelation. Stunned, because for as long as I’d known her, I’d never uttered anything remotely close to those words.
I pulled out my phone and typed a message with shaky fingers.I inched my fingers down and pulled at the elastic tie to release his hair. His ebony waves fell like a curtain above his shoulders, and I grasped at it to give me leverage.
His fingers wrapped around my thigh to lift my leg, and he placed it over his shoulder. That’s it—nice and open for me. He slid one finger inside, and I moaned.He drew his finger out and lifted it to my mouth. Taste how mouth-watering you are.
My tongue flitted out to lick the very tip of his finger before he jerked it back and stuck it deep inside his own mouth instead. Mmmm . . .It was so incredibly erotic—him showing me how much he enjoyed tasting me.