Luna Tick: A Sunshine Novel (7 page)

Hastily, I shoved her back against the wall before allowing my dick to find its way inside of her. The moment I found the warmth I'd been longing for. She bit my bottom lip before pulling from the kiss. "Yes, Nick! Fuck me hard! Show me that I mean more to you than those whores." Her voice was low, demanding. My eyes met hers and saw the same monsters stirring there that I'd felt stirring deep inside of me. She was daring me to take control of her body. To treat her as an equal monster. Not an equal wife. Or an equal friend. Or even an equal partner. I broke away from her gaze and landed my mouth on the delicate skin of her neck. Dragging my teeth along the flesh, leaving small bite marks while I rammed into her. Over and over I impaled her. Each thrust slammed her body into the wall again. I roughly pulled her hair, yanking her head to the side, giving me better access to her neck where I bit down as I hit her core until she was screaming my name. "I'm coming. Nick, don't stop. Bite harder!" she demanded, and I obeyed. The last bite drew blood and sent her body into reckless convulsions.

Her legs squeezed my waist like a vice while her greedy cunt milked me dry all while her body shook against mine. My body tensed up, unloading into her. With both our orgasms lingering, leaving us nearly paralyzed, we just stood there. She clung to me and me to her. "Babe, you can put me down now," she weakly managed to whisper in my ear.

"Not yet. Let me hold you just a few more minutes." I pulled my head from the curve of her neck to meet her eyes. The love, understanding, forgiveness, and most of all loyalty that stared back at me from glazed, lustful eyes made me do something I never anticipated doing again. I cried.

Chapter Six

Matt

"Good morning, Sunshine," I whispered in her ear, coaxing her awake. The woman could sleep through a freight train whenever we slept away from home. In our room though, the slightest noise had her jumping up from a dead sleep. Maybe it was part of being a mom, a single one for a while, or from the murders, but she definitely slept more peacefully when we were away.

I was showered and needed to go but watching her sleep was like watching a silent film–beautiful artwork that didn't need words or music to interpret. Her dark hair fell down across her back, and the blanket wasn't any higher than the edge of her magnificent ass. She was goddess-like laying there, gently snoring. I'd sat watching her for twenty minutes, hoping she'd wake on her own. As much as I could sit and watch her forever, I had to go. We were going to view some of the crime scenes today, and I was hoping to pick up on Nick's scent. The sooner we got the SOB the better off we'd all be and the sooner we could go home.

"Sunshine, wake up babe," I tried again, a little louder this time. I trailed my finger softly down her spine as she stirred, fighting the urge to wake up.

"It's early, Matt. Why are you waking me up?" she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.

"It's almost ten, babe. I have to go. Dade and I need to be at the police station in fifteen minutes." She turned to look at me through sleepy eyes. "This bed is comfy. I can't believe I slept this long." She turned all the way over, stretching her body causing her hair to fall to the sides, revealing the breasts that make my dick twitch all the time.
Not now. Can't fuck her right now
.

"You're beautiful in the morning. Have I ever told you that?"

"Yes, handsome, you have. Thank you though. Now go, I'll be fine here." Her smile told me she was okay, her eyes told me she was most likely not moving from this bed for a while.

"Okay, you stay here and relax. I'm going to go catch a bad guy. Will you still be right there, just like that when I get back?" I asked and hoped she’d say yes. Instead, she shrugged coyly. "Don't know. I actually think Trish, Ronin and I were going to go to breakfast, maybe do a little shopping if there is anywhere to shop here. How long do you think you'll be?"

"I don't know. We might be late. Have a good time today, just stay on alert and don't go anywhere alone okay?"

"I know, I got it."

"I love you." I leaned down and kissed her head before kissing each of her nipples. "I wish I could stay right here and play with your tits all day," I groaned. She giggled and swatted me away.

"Go find the bad guy, Officer Everly, then come back and play with these tits." She pushed me away and I reluctantly let her. I grabbed my stuff, the entire time sulking that I couldn’t enjoy her body just a little while longer while the sound of her laughter filled my soul with happiness.

"No masturbating while I'm gone," I warned just as I was at the door and slipped out, closing it, just before a pillow came flying at me.

"Whoa, bro, what did you do to piss her off today?" Dade asked, standing outside my room with a steaming cup of coffee. The only thing I wanted in my mouth more than Sunshine's tits was coffee.

"You don't wanna know, bro."

"You're right, I don't. Come on, don't wanna be late to our new job," he said, half-jokingly, walking past me.

Slipping my jacket on, I jog to catch up. "Where did you get that coffee, bro?"

"Across the street. Don't worry I got you one," he said as he slid into the passenger seat. I slipped behind the wheel and sure enough, there it was, my cup of coffee.

"Thanks, man."

"I gotcha, bro."

"Ready to catch a killer?"

"Yes, let's get the fucker and get outta of this fucking po-dunk town."

"Couldn't have said it better." Turning the key, the vehicle roared to life. Dade and I made small talk on the way to the station, mostly about the different ways we’d both like to make Nick suffer when we got our hands on him. With both of us being officers of the law, we were well aware that when the time comes, we had to let the law handle him. Didn’t mean the man in me didn’t wish I could rip his dick off myself.

The parking lot was full of squad cars when we pulled in, but not one officer was in   sight. "Who the fuck is protecting the town if they're all here?" Dade questioned as we pulled in. "Good question, let's go see what the fuck is going on."

We walked into the department and into a cacophony of voices ringing out in celebration. The chief spots us and leaves his celebratory toast to come over to us.

"Gentlemen," he greets, his hand outstretched. His face pinkened by what I assumed was excitement.

"Chief White. What's going on here?" I glanced over at Dade who's standing with his arms crossed, distress on his face.

"We caught the son of a bitch, boys!" the pink faced officer exclaimed. Dade and I glance at each other, and I can see he thinks it's a crock of shit just as much as I do.

"Really? How?" I questioned, with my arms now folded in the same defensive stance as Dade. There is no way in hell that Nick was sloppy. Not yet.

"Found the body in an abandoned car just outside of town. Single bullet to his head, note in the car claiming responsibility for the murders. It's a happy day, gentlemen, celebrate with us."

"Do you know the man's identity? Was he a known criminal? How can you be sure this wasn't set up to get you and us off the scent of the real killer?" The questions came pouring out of Dade like rapid fire. The chief's face fell from celebratory to confusion. He took the cigar he'd been puffing on out of his mouth, crushing it in the closest ashtray.

"Follow me." He didn't give us a chance to respond, instead walked away towards what I guessed was his office. Once inside, just before the chief pulled the blinds closed, I caught someone watching me. My eyes locked with his. He looked different. His hair was longer and a different color, his face covered with a beard, and he wore an officer’s uniform. The exchange was brief, less than two seconds before he looked away and the blinds closed. I glanced at Dade, hoping he saw it too. He didn't seem to. I peeked out the blind one last time, but he was gone. It was almost like seeing a ghost. I could run after him, chase the ghost, but what if I'm wrong? What if my eyes are playing tricks on me? The last thing I need is for this department to laugh us out of town. I had to be smart, smarter than my old pal Nick, and I had to play the game better than him.

"Now, look here. I know you two are fancy ass officers from up north, but we got this covered. We don’t need your help anymore, and I sure as hell don't need you coming in here questioning my team." He wasn't quite yelling, but there was no mistaking that he was pissed off. I didn't care.

"Look here, asshole. Have you ever dealt with a serial killer before?" I slammed my fist on his desk, my own anger matching his. He didn't answer, instead met my gaze with a furious one of his own. "Didn't think so. We never claimed to be fancy big shot cops, and I don't appreciate you portraying us that way. We come from a small town too. But what we do know that you don't is a little about a killer. How do we know? Because we've dealt with one, and I am telling you right now, sir, you have the wrong guy."

"Get out of my office right now. Nobody talks to me like that, son." His breath reeked of cigarettes and coffee. His face was blood red.

"I am not your, son, but if we leave, you will have another dead girl on your hands, mark my words."

"Matt, come on bro. Let's get the hell out of here." Dade grabbed my arm, attempting to pull me away from the chief. "Let go, Dade. We're not leaving until I see a list of officers at this precinct."

"I don't have to show you any such thing." He leaned away from me, appalled that I would request such a thing.

"Show me, and if I'm wrong my partner and I will walk out of here and never come back. If I'm right, you have to listen to us. Every fucking word we say has to be followed and obeyed." I met his forceful tone, hoping to hell that he'd take me seriously. I've never disrespected an officer of higher ranking than myself, that's not how I was trained or raised, but I saw Nick. I just had to prove it.

"If I show you the list will you get the fuck out of my town?"

"If I'm wrong, yes. You have my word, sir." I backed away from the desk, being the first to call a temporary truce to our spat. The chief backed down the second I did and sat down at his desk, starting up his computer. Dade looked at me like I'd lost my mind. He'd understand soon enough. Minutes later, the chief turned the monitor towards us and scrolled down his list of officers, one by one until I saw him. "Stop, right there. Take a fucking look at that, Dade. He look familiar?" I looked at my partner, best friend and the only man in that whole fucking building that knew who that prick was.

Dade leaned in to get a better look and mumbled the name Nathan Miller as he studied the photograph of the man we'd known our entire lives. The man who tried to kill my wife. The man who took lessons from The Bleach Killer. "Motherfucker, he's a cop!" Dade mumbled before looking back to me. "It's Nick. How did you know?" He turned his back to the chief who looked confused and pissed.

"I saw him, just before the chief shut the blinds. He was standing out there celebrating with the rest of them, but he saw me and he fucking knows I saw him."

"Why didn't you say something, man? We could have gotten him?" Dade asked seriously.

"I had to be sure. He looks different and when I looked back he was gone. Clearly, these men have respect for us, if I was wrong, they'd laugh us out of town. I had to be sure."

Dade nodded his head in understanding before turning back to the chief. "We need everything you've got on Nathan Miller. Where he lives, if he's married, has children, when he came here and how the fuck you hired a convicted felon to be a goddamn cop!" Dade's tone left no room for argument, if anything, it was meant to be taken seriously and to let this shitty fucking Chief White know exactly what we think of him, he's a God fucking idiot.

"Are you boys saying the man you came here suspecting to be the Luna Tick murderer is one of my officers?" He says in disbelief. The red that flashed across his face earlier as anger has now turned to embarrassment when the reality sets in that he hired a felon as a police officer.

"Yes, that's exactly what we're saying. Now, please, get us what we asked for because Nathan Miller is, in fact, Nick. He's from Lincoln, Oregon was married to his high school girlfriend, Shannon. She had an affair with The Bleach Killer, who later killed her. Nick lost his mind. He's your Luna Tick, now we had a deal, sir. You have to listen to us now." The chief leaned back in his chair, sighing loudly. "Fuck," he mumbled. "I always thought that guy was off. Sit down, I'll tell you everything you need to know."

The chief quickly gave us what we needed to know. Time was not on our side now that Nick had seen me. We had to act quickly before he tried to skip town. "Is he supposed to be on patrol today?"

"Yeah, he patrols every shift. Prefers it that way. His buddy Lonnie, who’s not really cop material, prefers to be here doing paperwork so Nate, I mean Nick takes his patrol days. I force Lonnie to get out there every now and then for the sake of keeping him with a badge. It's worked for both of them."

"Of course it has. What time does his patrol shift start?"

"An hour ago actually. Everyone stayed a little longer to celebrate, but I'm sure he's out now."

"Open the blinds, sir." I needed to see if he was still out there. Something told me he wouldn't run. This was a game to him and Dade and I were the ultimate competition. His days were numbered. He knew that. It wouldn't stop him from playing the game all the same. Light flooded the room as the blinds rose. There was no sign of Nick. I was sure he'd gone out to do his normal route.

"Bring Lonnie in, please. Let's have a chat with him." The chief didn't question, instead called the man into the office as requested.

"What's going on, Chief White?" he asked. This was the same guy we met the day before that gave us all the details. He may not be the tough guy that wants to be out on the streets, but he was smart, that much was obvious.

"Have a seat, Lonnie. Matt and Dade have some questions for you." The chief stood to the side so Lonnie could come all the way into the small office.

"Everything okay?" He was oblivious, still riding the high of thinking they'd figured out the killer.

"No, actually everything isn't okay. Tell us what you know about Nate Miller," Dade began, straight to the point.

"Like what?" He fidgeted slightly in his chair, the excitement wearing off being replaced by nerves.

"Anything. Everything. Let’s start with your relationship. Are you and he friends outside of work?" I started the questioning with specifics. I had a feeling this guy wasn’t going to volunteer any information, yet he didn’t seem like a liar.

"Uh, yeah. Our wives are best friends. We have a game night a few times a month. Do summer cookouts, that sort of thing. Why? Is he okay?"

"Do you know much about his past? Where he came from? What he did before he came here?"

"Nah, he doesn't like to talk about his past. Said his wife passed away about seven years ago and the memories were too hard so he left town to start over, nothing more than that."