Vicente (4 page)

“Nothing.” Woodrow looked up from Abbie’s personal file. “It says here that she’s not allergic to anything, not even poison ivy. What kind of person isn’t allergic to that shit? One hint of it near me and I’m itching all over the fucking place.”

“So we have to be inventive.” Woodrow was feeling better about this all the time. Knowing she was awake had scared the shit out of him. He didn’t want to quit his job and run, but he would if it came down to it. It wasn’t like they were hurting anyone when they killed these women. They were just having some fun. Other than Abbie, all the women they had used for their activity had been whores and homeless people. But she’d had to go when it became apparent that she was going to continue costing them big bucks.

Nolan stood up and left the office when he took out his phone. Woodrow was glad, too, that they weren’t going to put things off any longer. The longer Abbie was awake the better chances there were of her remembering what they’d done to her. Woodrow’s only regret now was that he’d not gotten to fuck her even once during the time they’d had her where he could get to her easily enough. And he had a real hard-on to fuck the bitch.

“I was thinking we’d go up there this weekend.” Woodrow looked at Leonard, sure he wasn’t hearing him right. “You know, finish what we didn’t get to with Curry. There are some prime candidates up there that we could release this time and see if they can work together. And I think we should use the guns again. That was fucking amazing to see them pitch forward when one of us got them.”

The thought of doing it again terrified him, but his cock said otherwise. And Woodrow loved listening to his cock. He was nodding even before Leonard was finished telling him what time they should meet. He was definitely going to have to find himself some relief on the way home or his wife—the shrew, as he’d taken to calling her—would find herself all fucked up. And she would then whine for days about how he had hurt her and that she put up with a lot of his shit.

“My contact is going to call me back when it’s done. She said she has some pure heroin that she can shoot her up with and no one will be the wiser. She said that while they don’t usually do an autopsy on victims like Abigail, she is owed a favor by the guy that does them and he’ll find she died of something from her injuries.”

Woodrow stood up as soon as things were settled. He had some plans of his own to make. He was going to his office when his cell phone rang. The shrew.

It was almost as if she could sense when he was about to have some fun. He’d taken to leaving his phone at home on the weekends when they went to the retreat. She was pissy about it, but he told her that they needed to work and her calling him every ten minutes was not helping. He let her go to voice mail and pulled out his little book.

It took him three tries to find someone that could work him in today. He moved to his door to lock it when Sable came on the line when he asked for her by name. Her voice alone could make him hard as stone, and what she could do with her mouth made him whimper like a baby.

“I need you to help me with a problem.” She laughed, a throaty kind of laugh that made his balls tighten to his ass. “You know what I want.”

“I do. You want me to suck you off, don’t you, baby?” He did. In the worst kind of way. “Take off your pants and fondle that pretty cock of yours.”

Woodrow pulled his pants to his knees and freed his cock. He was stroking himself when she started talking again. He put the phone on his chair and put it on speaker. He was going to need both hands for this.

“Are you holding your cock for me?” He told her he was. Just for her. “Hum, good. You have no idea how much I love swallowing you down. Christ, I’m all wet just thinking about what you have for me tonight.”

“I’ve got a hard-on that would break bricks.” He heard her panting. “Are you playing with your bush for me? Are you dripping wet? You know how much I like licking you clean. Tell me how wet you are.”

“Wet enough that I’ve soaked my fingers and the sheet under me.” Her moan had him fisting himself harder. “Oh, you should taste how hot I am. And so delicious. I just love the taste of pussy. Next time you come here, we’ll have ourselves a threesome and I’ll go down on some bitch while you fuck me from behind.”

He imagined her with another woman, them eating one another, and his cock erupted. He was moaning through his release as she started screaming she was coming. Never missing a beat, he jerked his cock until he came again, spilling his cum all over his carpet. Woodrow was leaning against the door when she said his name.

“You gonna be able to do that for me tonight? You’ve never come twice in one sitting before.” She moaned again. “And I’m all sticky, too, from it.”

“Are you serious about having a girlfriend you can have with us tonight?” Her laugh curled around his balls, and he felt his cock harden again. “Bring her with you and I’ll double your fee. I want you to go down on her while I eat you. Then I want to fuck you both.”

“Oh baby.” She moaned again and told him it would be a date. “I know just the girl too. Big tits like you like them. And nipples that will have you begging to suck them.” He was going to have to jerk off again before tonight or he’d come just from seeing them together. Woodrow was still playing with his semi-hard cock when someone knocked on his door.

“What is it?” He could hear a woman’s voice but not what she was saying. He wanted to open the door just like he was and tell her he was busy, but didn’t. “What the hell do you want?”

“I have a message for you from your wife. She said she’d like for you to call her.” Yeah, like that was fucking going to happen right now. “She said it’s important.”

“I’ll call her.” When hell froze over, he thought. “If she calls again, tell her I’m in a meeting but you gave me the message.”

As the girl went away, Woodrow staggered to the bathroom. His erection was gone at the mention of his wife, and he figured it was just as well. He’d have a hard time, no pun intended. He laughed to himself at the thought of going to a meeting with his cock standing at attention. He was cleaning up in the bathroom when he thought of Abbie.

She was a beaut. And smart as tack too. Too smart, Leonard had said about her when he’d mentioned it. But Christ, she was sex on a stick and he wanted to find her right now. He sat at his desk and pulled up his pictures of her.

They’d promised each other that they’d never photograph anything they did up there. But he’d had to have a shot of her. She was lying on the bed, a cot really, and wearing only a pair of panties and her bra. And she’d been tied up…Woodrow’s favorite position for a woman. That and with his cock in some hole on their body.

Just looking at her spread eagle like she was, a blindfold over her eyes, had him reaching down to stroke his cock again. He’d masturbated to this picture so much in the first few days he’d had her that he was sore. His hand and his cock felt like he’d pulled a muscle in them both. But he looked at her now and imagined her going down on him while she was tied up, and her panties soaking wet from her own need. He closed his eyes and thought of her tits in his mouth, her legs wrapped around him, and had to undo his pants again.

He was sitting there staring at her picture with his cock out when his door suddenly opened.

“Oh my.” He’d seen the woman standing in his doorway for just over a month now, going in and out of the building. He remembered a few nights when she’d been featured in his dick whacking too. He leaned back when she didn’t leave the room right away.

“Either leave now or lock the door and get your ass over here.” She stood there for several seconds, and Woodrow just knew she was going to scream bloody murder, but she turned to the door and he felt disappointed. But when the lock clicked and she was coming toward him, Woodrow thought for sure it was a dream.

“Suck you? Or do you want to fuck me?” He told her to show him what she had. “Oh, I got plenty for you. So much so that you’re going to be hard for a while yet. Or I’m going to make sure you are. No sense in only one of us having a good time.”

Her blouse came off and then she lifted her skirt up and over her hips. Her panties were the kind he loved, a little triangle of lace over the pussy. And it looked like she was clean shaven too. But it was her tits that he loved. Big and full, they hung heavily on her body. Nipples that were dark and thick, so thick he was sure that they were as big as his thumb. He told her he was going to eat her first.

She sat on his desk in front of him and lifted her legs to the arms of his chair. Woodrow watched as she slid her fingers down her slit and moaned. He moved the lace out of the way and saw the diamond twinkling at him. Her clit was pierced, and he wanted to lick the cream on it. Taking her clit into his mouth, he rammed his tongue inside of her heat and his finger up her ass. She nearly bucked him off, she was rolling her hips up so much. When she curled her fingers in his hair, Woodrow thought for sure he had died and gone to heaven. She was riding his mouth like he was fucking her with his cock. But it wasn’t enough. He needed to be in this snatch right now. But she pulled him up by his hair and looked at him.

“Lay on the floor. I want to suck you while you eat me.” He nodded and slid off the chair and to the floor. She was over his mouth so quickly that he hardly saw her move. Her tongue wrapped around his crown just before she took him down her throat. Woodrow nearly came right then. But her pussy was right there for him to enjoy, and he pulled her down to his tongue and fucked her with it.

He ate her while she gave him the best head of his life. When she sat up and turned over him, he helped her take him into her pussy. She rode him hard and fast. Woodrow sat up and took her nipple into his mouth and bit. She came, crying out his name and begging for more. Taking her to the floor, he fucked her as hard as he could and when he came again, his cock pounding past her climax, he decided that he was going to cancel with Sable and fuck this woman for as long as she’d let him. He looked down at her when she went lax beneath him.

“You available all the time or is this a one shot deal?” She smiled at him, and he could have sworn he saw fangs, but she licked her lips and told him she was all his. “Good. I have an apartment on Western. I want you to go there now and get ready for me. I’ll be there in an hour. And by ready I mean showered and naked on my bed. Understand?”

She was gone for five minutes when he started gathering up his things to leave. He couldn’t wait an hour. He had to have her again now. As he was leaving, he thought about his wife and calling her back, but didn’t. Fuck her. She wasn’t going to let him have his fun, and he wasn’t going to fucking give her what she wanted either. He wasn’t going to take her shit any longer. It was his way from now on, or she could go and live with the pool boy he knew she was fucking.

First thing he was going to do was find out the woman’s name. He’d just had the best sex in his life and had no idea what to call her. Then he was going to put her name on the lease. Woodrow Henson had just gotten himself a mistress.

Chapter 4

Abbie hated to cry and worse yet, she hated to cry where people could see her. She’d made a fool of herself yesterday, and of all people to do that in front of, Vicente just had to be the one. She was going to put her foot down today if he showed up and tell him that he had to stay away.

It won’t work.
The voice in her head startled her enough that she squealed.
I’m sorry. I thought that you knew I could do this. I was in your mind yesterday.

Clar?
The woman laughed.
I’ve gone over the deep end and I’m drowning for the third time. This is nuts…no, this is not happening.

Does denial usually work for you? I mean, you keep saying that something isn’t right or not there when all the evidence is nearly slapping you in the face. I think you should straighten up and accept the fact that you’re around dragons, faeries, lions, and, oh yeah, vampires.
Abbie closed her eyes when Clar laughed.
You’ve not actually met Stephen yet, but he’s around. He and I saved your ass when you were brought in, did you know that?

How? Never mind. I don’t want to know.
Clar laughed again.
I can’t handle this stuff. I lived my life quietly. Not bothering anyone. Keeping my nose to the grindstone. I would fight for things that were right, but never hurt anyone in the process. And now I’ve been kidnapped, beaten up, used as target practice, and met a dragon from my past, a faerie that is in love with him, and a woman who talks to me without being in the room.
The door opened in front of her, and Abbie had a slight moment of panic
. And now the nurse is in here to take whatever I have left in the way of blood.

Blood? You should be off that shit. Do you have an IV?
Abbie told her no, they’d taken it out last night
. Don’t let her touch you. Or come near you.

And how the hell am I supposed to do that? In the event you didn’t…Christ.
She could hear Clar screaming at her, but the nurse was now telling her that she had to give her this med. Abbie tried to block Clar out, but she just kept screaming at her to keep her away from her. Abbie couldn’t think, much less fight the nurse who was coming at her with a smile that reminded her of Satan.

“Enough!” The nurse stilled in mid-motion and didn’t move after Abbie shouted. Clar stopped talking to her for the minute, and Abbie let out a long breath.
I need for someone to come here as soon as possible.

We’re coming.
The room tightened, the lights got just a little brighter, and suddenly a man was standing in her room. She started to scream until Vinnie stepped from behind him. For as much as she protested that she didn’t want him there, she’d never been so happy to see him in her life.

“I was talking to Clar.” Vicente nodded and moved to her as the man moved to the woman. “Then she told me not to let that woman come near me and that I shouldn’t be getting any meds. I panicked. How does she know this? And why did that woman stop moving when I told her to?”

“I would say that the blood that Clar gave you when you were first brought in has given you something more than you had.” He was talking slowly and softly. She wanted to scream at him to stop it, she wasn’t hysterical, but she had a feeling she was getting there. “You’re going to be fine. We have to get you out of here.”

“She has heroin.” They both turned to look at the man who’d come with Vicente. “She has enough in this syringe to kill several people. You’re being taken out, my dear.”

“Taken out?” She looked from the man to Vicente, then back again. “What the fuck is going on around here? I demand that someone tell me the entire truth, and not this little bits and pieces that are making me crazy.”

“I’m Stephen Silva. Samuel Payne and his mate are coming down the hall to talk to you. I would suggest that you try to remain calm so as no more bad guys come in here to sedate you.” She started to tell him to fuck off when he raised his hand. “The heat of the day is too much for me. I have to go, but I want you to know that all you have to do is reach for any of us and we’ll come to you immediately. And by reach, I mean you need only to think hard about us and we can talk to you as Clar has done. Even Vinnie.”

“I don’t know what’s going on here.” He nodded then simply disappeared, taking the nurse with him. “Vicente? What’s going on? I’m not having a…this is out of my…. Why is she gone? I’m not going to speculate why he is because he came in the same way, but the nurse was going to—”

“Going to kill you.” She shook her head and Vicente nodded. “I’m afraid so. The men who did this to you are making sure that you’re not going to tell on them. We have to move you to a safer place. If not, then I’m afraid they’ll finish what they started.”

“Why?” He sat on the bed and didn’t answer her. She knew the reason they wanted her gone. She knew them and what they’d done to her and the others. “What if I told them I’d not say anything? You think that would work?”

“No. And neither do you.” Abbie had the overwhelming urge to hit him. He laughed, and she had a feeling he knew it too. “I do. And you have no idea how terrifying I think it is that someone came into this room and tried to kill you.”

She waited for him to explain, but he only sat there. Then she noticed that Yve was sitting on his shoulder. Abbie put out her good hand and the little faerie flew to her finger and sat on it. Leaning back on the bed, Abbie decided to ignore Vicente and speak to her.

“I’ve had a hell of a few weeks. Men trying to kill me. I don’t know where my purse is. I don’t know if anyone has watered my plants. What about my job? I have insurance with the company. Are they going to pay for all this? Doubtful, don’t you think?” Vicente laughed and moved off the bed to the chair. Abbie tried to hide her disappointment. “What do you do when you’re down in the dumps?”

“I eat a flower or two and go to the top of a tree and let the sun shine on my wings.” Abbie nodded. Of course she would. “My lady, things are not as bad as they seem right now. I promise you this. You will be fine as fiddle and we will all be happy.”

“It’s fine as rain and fit as a fiddle. But it’s hard to think things could get any worse, don’t you think? I mean, look at my track record so far.” The faerie looked at Vinnie, so Abbie did. “What is she not telling me? And why do I have a feeling I’m going to hate it?”

“Oh, I’m sure you are. But it’s for the best. They can all watch over you. You’re coming home with me.” Abbie shook her head. “I’m afraid that’s the only place you’re going to be safe. The clinic that Samuel is setting up doesn’t have the room for you, and even if he did, I’m not sure that I’d want you there. Not with people trying to kill you. No one there would dare harm you, but that woman got in, and if you had not warned Clar what was going on, then—”

“Then I’d be some statistic about drug use. But I’m not going to live with you.” He leaned back in the chair, and she looked around for something to throw at him. When she picked up the brush that someone had given her this morning, she drew it back to throw. He was no longer sitting there, but was right in front of her. Too close, her mind said, but her body was screaming closer, come closer. She noticed that Yve was gone, but her mind was completely centered on the man in front of her.

“You are going to make me want to kiss you.” She licked her lips when he spoke. “Abbie, do you have any idea what could happen if I kissed you right now? Or for that matter how much I want to?”

“Satisfaction?” He chuckled a little as his head lowered to hers. When his mouth brushed over hers, she inhaled deeply, loving the smell of him, her body remembering his touch and his scent. “Vicente, please kiss me. It’s been so very long.”

~~~

Vinnie wanted to sink into her. Not just with a kiss but his entire body. All he’d been able to think about for days was the way she looked, how she might taste, and what she would scream when he took her. He brushed his mouth over hers again and hesitated. But when she ran her tongue over her lips, moistening them just for him, he couldn’t have stopped if he’d had a gun to his head.

She tasted of mint and sex. He smiled to himself, thinking she’d hit him if he told her that. Then she opened her mouth under his and he thought of nothing else but her. Christ, she was delicious. Moaning, he pulled her closer to him by cupping the back of her head and sat down. He wanted to tell himself it was because he was so much taller than her, but it was really because his knees were giving out. Pulling her as close to him as he could get without hurting her, he felt her breasts as they pressed against him.

He had to taste, had to know that her nipples were as thick as he’d dreamed they’d be. Lifting one up with his free hand, he rubbed his thumb over the tip and felt it harden under his touch. Lifting his head from her mouth, he laid her back and unsnapped her gown. Her bare breast was there for the taking. He ran his finger down her throat to her nipple that seemed to be begging him to take it.

“I’m going to taste you.” She nodded and cupped her breast for him, seemingly offering it to him. “I mean I want to taste all of you.”

“Yes.” She moved on the bed, and he watched as her breast swayed. He leaned down and took her breast, as much as he could fit into his mouth, and sucked. When she moaned and said his name, it was all he could not to bite her, mark her. Lifting his head again, he moaned at what she looked like.

Her face was flushed with need, her lips were swollen from his kisses, and there was a burn of his whiskers on her cheek to her throat. He’d bitten her, he could see now, a small mark on her throat that had his cock jerking in his pants. When she reached for him, he went to her but stopped short of lying on top of her.

“You’re hurting.” Her head shook, but he could see what this was costing her. Then he realized what he was doing. “I’m sorry.”

He stood up. Vinnie watched her face as it went from lust-filled to angry in seconds. He could deal with her anger right now better than he could her need. When he reached down to help her cover back up, she slapped his hand away. He could see the tears and felt his heart twist in his chest. Before he could say a word, the door behind them opened and Vinnie turned, shielding her with his body.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Graham came into the room looking like he’d not aged well. “I thought we had a conversation about you coming near my sister again. I’m pretty sure I made myself clear back then, and again the other day when you called me. Where the hell is she anyway?”

“What conversation?” Abbie pushed Vinnie away from her and asked her brother again about the conversation. Graham looked at him, and Vinnie felt his dragon curl up. The hatred on his face made his dragon want to defend, and also to protect the woman behind him. When Graham took a step forward, Vinnie growled low.

“You have something to say to me? If not, then I want you out of here.” Graham started toward his sister after he spoke, and Vinnie stopped him with a hand to his chest. He wanted to hurt this man, and his dragon wanted him dead. “You want to start something with me? I have news for you. I’m not going to stop this time. I’m going to ruin you.”

“You knew?” Abbie looked at him when Graham didn’t answer her. “You told him but not me? Or did he tell you to leave me and that’s why you….”

Her face went hard, and Vinnie felt his dragon snarl along his skin. This was not happening right now, and unless he wanted his dragon to appear, which was a danger to everyone around her, then he had to leave. There was no way he’d lose his body to his upset dragon now. Moving toward the door, he was nearly there when Abbie said his name.

“Answer me. Did he threaten you and that’s why you left me? I deserve to know why you’d leave me like that. And why my brother has more information than I ever had.” He looked at Graham. Vinnie decided that he’d gladly kill the man right now. But all he did was nod. “I see. You left me because either you thought I couldn’t handle this or you were too afraid of people finding out. Either way? I don’t really care. Get out. And don’t you dare come back here.”

“I’m not sure I can do that now.” She shook her head. “I kissed you. Nipped at your flesh. It was enough to mark you. I don’t know how but…check your body for my mark. If it’s there…if you find it, will you let me know?”

“Never.” He nodded once and left the room. He could hear her screaming at her brother as the elevator came to a stop. Samuel and Kennedy were inside when it opened.

“What’s happened?” Vinnie shook his head at Samuel and stepped in the yawning opening. “Vinnie? What’s going on? I thought we were moving her to your house.”

“I can’t…I…she’s with her family now. She doesn’t want to see me again. Please make sure…I’m not sure what you can do, but I’m going to send some faeries to keep her safe. She doesn’t want to see me again.” Lucky for him the doors closed. He was ready to break down. He was a grown man and all he wanted to do was crawl into a deep cave and never come out.

He was in his car when he lifted his shirt. His dragon was different, just as he’d thought it would be. It had been small all his young life. Then when he’d turned twenty-five, the sigil had grown and…well, he supposed it had matured right along with him. Not just in size, but in shape and what he looked like. It was as if his newfound muscles were the dragon’s; the tone of his skin as well as his size had been shared. His wings had spread out after his birthday, the scales on his body were more defined, thicker looking, and his claws had inched their way from his hands and feet so that they were more pronounced. The same thing appeared on his true body when he shifted too. Now, after kissing and biting Abbie, he was more.