Authors: Kassanna
Making Monsters (10 page)
with a food laden tray.
patted the other side of the mattress. “What did you bring for us to munch on?”
Malia stared at the array of food on the dishes. A wine bottle lay on its side with two
glasses. She leaned down and gazed at the label. Not the alcoholic beverage she thought it was.
She rolled the bottle and read the sticker; sparkling grape juice. Malia lifted her face and arched a
thin brow.
“Don’t look at me like that. You’re on meds and not allowed to have liquor.” He slid back,
favoring the leg that had be shot and leaned against the head board. “Plus, I brought all your
other favorites. This is an occasion to celebrate.”
She cleared her throat and turned to stare at the television. A middle aged man stepped up to
the dais. He pulled a folded stack of papers from the inside of his jacket and laid them down in
front of him, smoothing a hand across the white sheets. After a few moments, he raised his head
and made eye contact with the camera.
“F
irst, let me say, after speaking with several members of this force and their support staff,
as well as members of the CSI team and coroner’s office, we have advised the governor of our
findings. CSI team Supervisor, Malia Shelly, and assistant coroner, Paul Egan, have been
completely exonerated of any wrong doing in the Vasselburg Body Part Ring. Sadly the leader,
Victoria Franks, and several members of her gang were killed and cannot be brought to justice.
However, several individuals have been found to be associated with Ms. Franks and her criminal
enterprises. They have been indicted for the following crimes; money laundering, drug
possession, with intent to distribute, and blackmail. We also found them to be in collusion for
fifteen counts of murder. Mayor Reginald Krem and Chief Arnold Wald have also been charged
with additional counts for leading several prostitution operations and accepting bribes from other
criminal entities, who were allowed to prosper within the city limits. Warrants were issued and
executed this afternoon.” The independent investigator paused.
“Our investigation will continue, as we have found that the corruption of this city’s
government goes deeper than anyone expected. In the interim, the governor has taken our
suggestion and will be assigning a new police chief from a neighboring town. Emergency
elections will also be held within the next few weeks to elect a new mayor and replace several
city council members. That is all I can say at this time, thank you.”
The media went into
a frenzy, tossing questions at the retreating men’s backs. They filed
into the building without a second glance at the crowd. Malia looked over at Paul. He’d retrieved
the remote and was stabbing the sound button to turn the volume down.
Malia selected a strawberry.
her mouth.
She parted her lips and accepted his offering and took a bite of the fruit. Juice rolled down
her chin, and he caught the drops with his index finger and brought the digit to his lips. He
sucked on the pink drops.
substantial pay increase?”
sighed. “You want to stay, don’t you?”
“I was promised the head coroner’s job if I want it. But if you want to leave, we will. As
long as you’re with me, I don’t mind starting over.” He hung his head, and then lifted it to show
her big, round, puppy dog eyes before dropping it again.
remove the tray between them.
Paul twisted his body and slid the platter onto the nightstand. He straightened and cupped
her cheek with his palm. “Surely there is something I can do to make our staying here more
agreeable to you?”
“I’m thinking.” She covered his h
and with hers. If he would just utter those three little
words he’d said when their lives were in danger, she would gladly give in to any demands he
made for their future.
Paul watched the rise and fall of her breasts. There wasn’t any part of her form he didn’t
find alluring. He continued his perusal of her body. Even laid up on bed rest, she made a
tantalizing picture in a tank top and sleep shorts. He was still a little surprised they’d survived.
After he’d made the nine-oneone call, he’d passed out. By the time they were found, Malia’s
pulse was barely there, and the paramedics initially thought she was dead. But he knew his
woman; she was fighter and he begged her to stay with him, even as they were loading him on a
gurney and the police were handcuffing him to the bar.
mounds he knew so well. “I’ll be your willing boy toy for eternity.”
I think you’re asking me, or am I getting ahead of myself?”
Paul scooted closer, and the linen bunched around his hip. “I want to spend the rest of my
life with you, that is, if you’ll have me? Those three days you were in a coma made me realize
something.”
is?”
hem of her shirt, and he grazed the gauze that still protected the wound on her side.
“Marry me.” He purposely made it a statement. There was no way he could pose it as a
question, because if she said no… Paul shook his head; he wouldn’t allow his thought process to
even go there.
Paul braced himself to keep them from tumbling backward to the floor. He opened his
mouth when she pressed her lips against his. The sweet robust flavor of the strawberry and
chocolate burst over his taste buds. Careful of her side, he inched her shirt up while skimming
his palm along her spine. She brushed her tongue against his and moved her hand, tangling her
fingers in his locks. Her clothes caught under her arms, and he tried to pull his head away, but
she refused to break the kiss. Holding her in place, he groaned as he broke away from her mouth.
Her eyes fluttered open; he hadn’t realized she’d shut them. He saw the passion swirling in their
dark depths, and joy welled in his gut because, along with the desire, he saw acceptance and
love.
He leaned forward and slowly pushed her back. She reached up and traced her digits along
his bottom lip. Paul held her palm to his mouth and nipped at the soft pads on her fingertips
before gently following the curve of her palm to her wrist. He dropped minute kisses up her arm
and over her shoulder. One of her hands skated down his back; air swirled over his skin as she
clutched his shirt in a fist and yanked it up. He rose up on his knees long enough to tug the
material over his head and toss it behind him.
Staring at her body, he scooted back, grabbing the mattress when he almost went over the
edge. Her laughter sent tingles along his nerves. He started at the elastic waistband of her shorts
and kissed her quivering belly. After laving her belly button, he moved north, up her body and
enveloped a taut nipple with his lips. Using his free hand, he massaged her other orb, pinching
and pulling on the rigid nub. The moans escaping through her lips as her nails scored his back,
prompted him to bite down on her turgid tip before sucking more of her aureole deeper into his
mouth. She arched her back, pushing more of her breasts into his mouth and hand.
Her knee bumped his hip when she tried to spread her legs, and he shifted, moving into the
nook between her thighs. His erection tented the front of his pajama bottoms and jerked against
her skin. He raised his head and released her nipple with a wet
pop
.
Paul hooked his thumbs into her waistband and yanked the thin bottoms over her hips. He
pulled them along her legs as he scooted back and snatched them off her feet, sitting on his
haunches to take in her appearance. One leg bent and swinging, with only her magenta thong left
to remove.
would prefer I start?”
With a smile, Paul rose to his feet and rolled the cotton sleep pants and underwear over his
hips. Free of constrictions, his dick jumped. He crawled up on the bed, and slid his palms up the
inside of her legs, and then pressed a kiss to the side of her knee. She collapsed back against the
bed. Paul pointed his tongue and slid it up her limb to the small bows that kept the tiny triangle
covering her mons in place. Placing his hands on both sides of her hips, he bit down on the
strings and tugged at the knots. The fabric gave, and as requested, he pulled the material away
with is teeth. She locked her hands around his wrists. He leaned in and kissed her clit. His cock
hardened to an almost painful rigidity.
Pulling his hands free he spread her labia to expose the sensitive tissue to his perusal. He
traced a finger through her folds and dipped his head to lap up her cream, slipping his tongue in
and out of the sensitive crevices. She rolled her pelvis and combed her fingers through his hair to
hold the back of his head. He slid a finger into her channel, then another, and her vaginal
muscles undulated around his digits. Her legs quivered against his shoulders when he rolled her
tight bud over his tongue.
“Yes … yes … yes…” she wailed. Malia bowed up, using her feet as leverage, and he
snaked an arm around one thigh to keep her in place as he continued to plunder her pussy. He
crooked his fingers within her passage, and she went still. She started to shudder and buck
against his mouth; her juices slid down his fingers. Paul sat up and lifted his digits to his mouth,
sucking her essence from them.
He crawled up her body and positioned himself at the apex of her thighs. Paul trailed his
finger along her jaw and settled his shaft at her vaginal opening. She flexed her pelvis, taking
him within her. Snug in her sheath, he didn’t move for a few seconds until she forced him to
move by thrusting up. He followed the rhythm she set and drove into her body while burying his
face into her neck. The tingles started along his nerve endings and spread along his limbs. The
sweat on her skin coated his forehead and the grunts he heard, thinking they came from Malia, he
realized were his own. Every drive into her made his stomach muscles constrict. Her nails
scratched his back, and his nuts tautened. He closed his eyes and lunged, balls deep. She palmed
his ass, digging into his butt cheeks and cried out his name. Color exploded behind his lids as he
shuddered in release.
and he cracked an eyelid to peek at Malia. “Woman, I swear you wipe me out every time.”