She Shouldnt, But She Will (22 page)

Derek had been quiet for most of the walk but now he spoke. “Thanks for giving me the time to search the house.”

“I was glad to help.” She hoped Derek wouldn’t ask what she’d done to keep Lei occupied. She wasn’t ready to talk about it because she hadn’t fully decided how she felt about it herself. Was her time with Lei the first and last or would she like to try being with another woman sometime? ”Did you find anything?”

“Nothing definitely proves they are bringing in drugs but there were some interesting things. For example, there is an entrance to a cave at the end of the dock, and a lift from the cave to the house. The lift looks like it is for freight not people. Also, there is a section of the house with elegant rooms but the door to the hall to these rooms has a dead bolt, keyed on both sides.”

“It was locked? Too bad.”

While she spoke, Derek used his nimble fingers and magic tools to open the door set into the stone wall. “Or is ‘locked’ just a word to you?”

Derek smiled. “Not always, but today I was in luck. The dead bolt was of low standard and I was able to handle it.” He closed the gate behind them.

When they’d made it through the park fence and were hiking through the woods, he continued. “The people staying in these rooms can be locked in and those without a key are locked out. It would be a great place to keep pampered slave girls.”

“Maybe that’s where they keep the Chinese slaves.”

“So, you think the auction was for real. There is no sign of the slave girls. They had to go somewhere.”

“Lei did say she was bought.” Thia shared all Lei had told her, proud she could contribute to Derek’s investigation.

“Those poor girls don’t have much of a choice, since they are taken at birth.”

“When do you think the Oglethorpe’s started the slave auction?”

“I don’t know but I would bet it’s been more than a couple of years. Until I’m sure of how the slave trade plays in with the drug smuggling, I’m not telling anyone.” Derek took Thia’s hand to help her over a fallen log.

“What can we do to stop them?” She remembered the happiness shining in Lei’s expression when she told how Lilly and Sylvester bought her, but human trafficking was wrong.

“I’m not sure. When the time comes, one of the federal alphabet agencies will know what to do. I know from past experience, things aren’t often as simple as they first appear. What you think should happen with the Oglethorpes might not be what
does
happen. You should be prepared for that.”

The camper came into view. “Do you have more work to do today? Reports to file, calls to make?”

“Nope. My contact at the office knows how to reach me if necessary. I thought we’d spend the rest of the day in bed.” He winked and Thia couldn’t contain her grin.

“Really? It’s barely two in the afternoon. I can’t imagine what we’d do in bed the rest of the day.”

“Allow me to demonstrate then.”

“Oh, please,” she said stepping into the camper and laughing.

He locked the door and turned to her. Tossing a pillow on the floor, he motioned her to her knees. She followed his direction and looked up in time to see him release his cock. He stepped forward.

The tip of his cock seeped with pre-cum. He smeared her lips with it, then pressed until she opened to him.

“Take all of it.” Derek’s powerful hands held her head in place but she made a slight nod. She licked and sucked, but he was quick to go deep.

When she started to gag he pulled back. Then just as quickly, he went deep again. She tried to relax, knowing if he came like that, she’d have to swallow fast or choke.

Back and in, back and in. He ground his hips into her face. His scent overwhelmed her, and with his pubic hair tickling her nose and chin, she inhaled deeply, taking more than his flesh into her.

In, out, twice more his dick crossed her tongue and touched the back of her throat. Sooner than she’d thought, he held her tightly to his groin and unloaded in her throat. His flavor struck her just as his scent had—strong, pungent, salty from his sweat and all Derek.

The mouth-fuck hadn’t taken more than ten minutes and he’d not made a sound the entire time. He pulled back and let her lick him clean. She was surprised he maintained a semi-erect state after all he’d ejaculated.

“I want to take you good but I need to be a bit harder, don’t you think?”

What kind of question was that? “I’m sure we can figure something out.”

He grinned and helped her up. “I’m sure you will help me.”

“How can I do that?”

“Strip and lie on the bunk.” She did so and looked to him, brow raised. He gestured to his cock. “I think he’ll come to life if you play with yourself a bit.”

“What?”

“Touch yourself. Stroke that beautiful pussy, lick your finger and tease your clit, then lick your juices from your finger and do it all again.”

Thia knew her face flamed red because heat flooded her cheeks. But she did it, watching Derek the whole time. She laved her finger and then plowed the tender furrow of her pussy lips. Glistening with moisture, she took her finger into her mouth again, savoring the tanginess on her tongue where Derek’s saltiness still remained.

The scent of her arousal filled her nostrils as her taste flooded her mouth. Back to her sex, with two fingers this time, pushing through her slit and back again, dipping into her honey pot and smearing the moisture up and over her clit, which surged from its hiding place to revel in the attention she lavished. Her eyes closed on the purest pleasure.

Back down and in through her passage, she turned her fingers to seek and stroke her G-spot until her breathing faltered and she gasped for air at the pleasure.

“Suck them again,” Derek ordered, nearer than he had been. “Taste yourself on your fingers and then fuck yourself with them.”

She did it, greedily taking her fingers into her mouth, cleaning them with her tongue and then sucking some more. Hurriedly, she moved them back where she ached for relief, stroking, rubbing, probing, and moistening.

“Yes, baby, that’s it, fuck them.”

Thia opened her eyes. Derek stood over her, his eyes like lasers on her pussy, following the movements of her fingers. His cock filled his hand and he stroked it in rhythm with her. A bright green ring encircled the base, but she was too close to satisfaction to think any further about what it was.

“Ohhhh. Ohhhh, God,
yes
!” Her pussy muscles grasped her fingers and ripples flowed over them. Time stood still. Her legs crushed together, trapping her hand between her thighs and her fingers inside her.

“Don’t be greedy, sweetheart.” Derek tugged her thighs apart and pulled her hand away. In one thrust, he entered her to the hilt, setting off another wave of orgasmic pleasure. Thia didn’t know how she could stand so much sensory input and maintain consciousness.

He wasted no time with the niceties but started pumping immediately. With each drive, the lips of her pussy tingled and her already sensitive clit jolted to a state Thia knew she couldn’t endure. This was pleasure to an order she’d never experienced. Pleasure to the hundredth power. Pleasure that bordered pain.

She moaned, she gasped, she panted and begged, but Derek didn’t relent. The shockwaves rolling through her seemed never-ending. Her head flopped from one side to another, her hands seemed permanently fisted into the sheet. She babbled, unable to make sense of what controlled her body and so unable to express it.

Derek finally groaned into her ear and pushed into her until she was sure they were one body. Seconds later he collapsed on her. Minutes after, he rolled off to the side.

Somehow he dragged her around in bed. Spooning up to her back, he wrapped his arms around her and she fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the camper and she smelled bacon cooking.

“Good morning, Sunshine.” He sounded chipper.

“Easy for you to say. I’ll bet you don’t ache in every part of your body.”

“You’ll feel better after a shower and some food. Better hurry, the bacon’s almost done.”

“Oh, God.” She really did hurt everywhere. The up-side was, if she died now, after last night’s loving, boy, would she ever die happy.

Chapter 11

In typical Derek fashion, Thia went almost three weeks hearing nothing from him. This time she didn’t worry or imagine he wouldn’t call. She was afraid he would. She knew he would.

So she wasn’t too surprised when the phone rang one Friday night and found it was him. Apprehension overcame her, thinking of where this might go and not knowing where it might end.

“How about going with me to the Oglethorpe’s next weekend? I’m going up Friday afternoon to deliver some paintings. Lilly and Sylvester are back and they’ve invited me to stay over. They extended the invitation to a friend. You’re the friend they know and the friend I want to take with me. What do you say?”

She leaned against the wall and twisted the phone cord through her fingers. Just hearing his voice made her wet. Like Pavlov’s dogs, she responded to stimuli. It didn’t matter if it was his scent, his voice or touch—everything about Derek sent her into heat.

“I don’t know if I should. You aren’t good for me. I do things with you I shouldn’t do.”

“You have a good time don’t you?” He lowered his voice, reaching through the line and caressing her ear.

“While I’m doing it I, well it is very exciting but when I look back, I just can’t imagine I did the things I did.”

His chuckle was rich. “Is it really bad?” A frisson of remembered pleasure skittered up her back.

“I don’t know. When I’m with you, I’m not
me
. It’s as though I leave all inhibitions behind. One of these times, I’m liable to do something—”

“You know I won’t hurt you. You’re safe with me.”

But am I safe with me?
She knew Derek would never force her to do anything. The trouble was, each time she saw him she pushed her sexual limits farther. And she
liked
what she did. The passion she’d found with Derek and even with Lei was becoming addictive. How could she explain each time she came home from being with him the sedate accountant retreated a bit from her personality?

Instead of bottom lines, her thoughts filled with images of bottoms—male bottoms bent over a woman, Mary. Each time she looked at credits and debits—putting figures in one column and taking them out of the other—her mind raced to thoughts of Derek’s cock, pushing in, sliding out. Since associating with Derek, even innocuous words like “balance sheets” took on new meaning. Like how he’d destroyed all mental balance the last night on the sheets in the camper. He’d used his cock ring, and she’d spent hours lost in sexual sensation.

She shook her head at the irony. Derek was chasing drug smugglers and yet he was like a drug to her. She craved what he did to her. And what she wanted to do back. Like any addict, she knew she should never tempt herself by getting near the drug.

She shouldn’t see him. She shouldn’t even talk to him.

But how could she not?

“Thia, we’re adults and as long as we agree on what we do, there’s no harm.”

“I promised myself that I wouldn’t see you again. There’s a cliff I’m rushing toward. I want to step right up to the edge and enjoy the thrill and pleasure, but I’m afraid of letting the pleasure blind me and I’ll take a step too far. Once I go over that cliff, I’ll never be able to get back.”

“What can I do to reassure you the cliff is far away?”

“I don’t know. I guess I feel it’s my cliff to deal with. We aren’t close enough to know the other’s limitations and the effect of our actions.”

He was silent a long time. “We don’t have to have sex every time we meet.”

Thia choked out a laugh. “I’m not sure that’s true. I’m wet and aching for relief just talking on the phone. When I’m with you, I want the sex. I like it.”

“I do get excited when you’re around, but I think I can handle it.”

“I don’t know if I want you to handle it. I don’t know what I want. I’m so confused.”

“Thia, I tell you what,” his voice was soft and low. Soothing, almost seductive. Or maybe she just read seduction into it because that was what she wanted. “I’ll be at the studio all day tomorrow so if you change your mind come by and we’ll talk. Or would you like to meet some place more public? I do care for you.”

“I care for you, too, and I trust you. It’s myself I don’t trust.”

* * * *

Thia turned right and started walking down the long, wide hall. The twenty foot ceiling made her feel small and vulnerable. The clicking of her shoes echoed in the large empty hall. She felt an excitement building deep inside her as she approached the door to Derek’s studio.

She turned, faced the door and paused for a long second. An inner voice told her to run.

Hesitation over, she reached for the door knob and turned it.

Derek looked up, the slight frown he’d worn turning to happy surprise as he saw who entered. “Thia! I’m glad you came. Let me put this stuff away.” He turned back to the canvas and took a quick stroke or two then moved away.

She closed the door and rushed in. “No, keep painting. I brought a book and I’ll sit on the sofa until you take a break.”

“Are you sure? I can stop now.”

“Please, I know you have a job to do.”

“Okay, thanks.”

As she passed his easel she saw a large photograph of a girl posing against a white back drop. He was adding her form to the canvas against a previously painted scene.

He picked up the brush again and looked at what he’d already done. “There’s some juice in the refrigerator. Help your self.”

“Thanks.” Thia kicked her shoes off, pulled her feet under her, and started to read. Occasionally she looked up to watch him paint.

After most of an hour of no sound save the turning of a page or stroke of a brush, Derek stretched his back and examined his work. “Would you like to walk across the street and get some breakfast?”