Walker (Bowen Boys) (15 page)

He nodded and told her to come to him. He
wanted to touch her. She moved slowly as she unbuttoned her blouse. Watching
her, he leaned back on the bed and waited for her. He wanted her to make the
first move tonight.

The blouse hit the floor when she was
only about five feet from him. Her pants, soft lounge pants, were at her hips
when she moved up to unclasp her bra. He loved the front closure ones and held
his breath as she opened it and it still cupped her breasts.

“What do you taste like, Walker? Is it
possible for me to take you into my mouth like you did me?” She pulled off her
pants, leaving on her panties that matched her pretty bra. “What if I told you
I wanted to go down on you, that I wanted to feel you come down the back of my
throat? Would you let me?”

 His cock felt strangled in his pants
and when she dropped to her knees in front of him, he didn’t move. If she
wanted to do those things to him, he certainly wasn’t going to tell her no. When
she ran her hands up his thighs to his hips he rolled his hips and moaned.

“Touch me, Caitlynne. I want to feel you
wrap your hands around me.”

 She rubbed her cheek over his jean-covered
cock and lifted her head to look at him. He wasn’t above begging, but before he
could she opened the snap on his jeans, the zipper went down slowly. Mostly
because his cock was so hard she was having trouble making it over him. When
she finally got it down he raised his hips up to help her pull his pants and
boxers off completely. He was glad he’d taken off his shoes before coming up
here with her.

She stood over him now, his pants in her
hands while she stared at him. She’d started at his chest and moved slowly over
his body, seemingly not missing an inch of him. When he felt her eyes on his
cock, he reached down and fisted it. It was that or he was going to hurt
himself.

“You’re hard. Longer than I thought, too,
and thick.” She licked her lips as she continued. “Taking you down my throat is
going to be difficult. But I want to, need to. If I make you come down my
throat, will you help me to come too after?”

He answered her with a strangled, “yes,”
and she knelt down again. He nearly came when she gently cupped his balls in
her hand and licked them. Christ, he was going to come before she even touched
his cock. When she wrapped her mouth around him, he cried out. Christ, he was
going to die.

Her mouth was wondrous. She wrapped her
tongue around his crown then sucked hard on it. Her fingers never stopped
massaging his balls and even when they tightened, she didn’t stop. As she
licked along the thick vein on his shaft he cupped the back of her head and
drew her mouth back over him.

Every time he felt as if he was going to
come, she’d back off. Sweat poured off him and he was hoarse from begging her
to finish him. Over and over she teased and licked him until he was ready to
jerk her off him and take her hard. Then she did something that threw him over
the edge; she slid her finger into his ass.

He held her over him as he came. Pumping
wildly, he knew he was probably hurting her, but couldn’t have stopped if she’d
put a gun to his head. His cock emptied in her for what seemed like hours
before he lifted his head and looked down at her. A stream of his cum was on
her chin and he felt his cock harden again.

He was wild for her and his cat wanted
his share. Yanking her up over him, he slammed her down over his hard cock and
rocked her hips over him. She was wet, soaking wet, and he knew she was close
to coming. Throwing her over to her back, he didn’t stop the brutal way he was
taking her and lifted her legs up to his shoulder so that he could take her
deeper.

She didn’t beg him to stop, but told him
harder. He leaned to her throat, his cock so deep he was sure he could touch
her womb, and he let his cat go a little. His fangs sharpened and lengthened
until he could feel them with his tongue. Caitlynne moved her head and offered
him her neck. He sank his teeth deep.

He heard her scream, but she held him to
her. Even as he knew he should stop before it was too late, he tore at her
flesh. Lapping the blood with his tongue, he grabbed her hips, tilted her
tighter to him, and came deep inside of her again. When she came with him,
around him, grabbing at his cock with her sheath, he knew what he’d done.

He’d not just let his cat mark her, but
he’d changed her. Caitlynne would be cat. That is if she survived the change. He
lifted his head when she went limp. Christ, she was covered in blood. And it
wasn’t until he pulled away from her that he realized that she’d bitten him
too. He moved off the bed and tried to think.

He’d never changed anyone before, but
he’d heard that humans as a whole didn’t survive it most of the time. He
thought he’d read the chances of survival were like three percent. Walker
reached for his cell phone as he went to the bathroom and got a washcloth to
see how much damage he’d done. Looking in the mirror shocked him.

She’d not just bitten him, but had torn
at his throat as well. Deep marks from her teeth were covered in blood as well as
where her nails had dug into his chest. Turning, he could see where she’d
marked up his back as well. Going back to the bed, his call was answered the
same time that Caitlynne moaned.

“Mom? I’ve…Christ, I didn’t mean to. I
didn’t even…she can’t die. I won’t allow her to. What do I do?”

His mom was quiet for what seemed to him
like hours. When she spoke, he wanted to snarl at her it wasn’t funny. The
humor in her voice made him think that she’d lost her mind.

“I take it you’ve gone beyond marking
her and you’ve begun the change. What does she think of this?” She laughed
again. “She’ll be fine, Walker. Congratulations.”

“I don’t want to be congratulated for
this,” he snarled in the phone. “What the hell do I do to stop it? She and I…we
were making…Christ, I didn’t even know it was going to happen. It just…I…Mom,
she doesn’t know what to expect. She’ll die. Christ, Khan will kill her. Kill
us both.”

“Now you listen to me, young man. That
girl is a lot smarter than you or anyone else gives her credit for. Of course
she won’t die. I believe she’s just too stubborn to let that happen.” She took
a deep breath. “As for Khan? Don’t worry about him. If he doesn’t come to
accept her, then it’ll be his loss. That girl will be fine. Just fine.”

“She’s not waking up.” He flushed when
he explained to her that they’d been having sex when he happened. “What do I do
to keep her from dying?”

“I’d go and run her a nice bath. She
won’t be happy to be covered in blood when she wakes. I’m assuming that you bit
her hard.” He said he had torn at her throat. “Good. That’s the best way. Quicker
and much easier on you.”

He didn’t care how easy it was on him,
it was her that he was worried about. He told his mom that she had bit him too
and she laughed. He thought when this was over, he was having his mother
committed. She had lost it.

“She took more of you into her, Walker.
It’s the best way for her to get through this. Clean her up and keep her warm.
In a few hours or less, knowing her, she’ll be up and ready to kick your ass
for making such a fuss about this.”

Christ, he hoped so. He really did.

Chapter Twelve

Warren read the list of things that had
been found in Jerry’s cell. He was still having trouble wrapping his head
around the fact that he had all of it, much less the stuff that had been on
most of it. Phone numbers notwithstanding, there was the video of McCray’s
house going up that had disturbed him the most. The other surveillance videos
made him realize that he’d been having her watched for months. Almost as long
as Jerry had been under arrest.

“We’ve located Carvey. He’s in lockdown.
He said he’d give you all you wanted on Garrett if you’d not kill him.” Marshall
David, his only trusted friend and lover, sat on the big couch and stretched. “He
seems to think we might need him alive far more than we do dead.”

“Do you think he has more than this?” He
swept his hand over the top of his desk that was covered in files and papers of
transcripts that had been found on the phone and iPad they’d found in Jerry’s
cell. “Most of this stuff here is enough to bury him with the electrodes still
attached to his worthless body.”

Marshall shrugged. “He claims that
Garrett made a few calls before he offed himself. Said he hired a man to take
out Lynne as well as you. Said he knows the name as well as method.”

“Do you believe him?”

Again, Marshall shrugged. He knew there
was no sense in pushing him. He would get to the point, if he had one, in due
time. Warren picked up one of the pictures that had been on the phone and
stared at it.

“The Ingrams, the men who took her from
her house and beat the shit out of her, were killed execution style. We went to
their last known and found them too. They’ve been dead about two weeks. About
the time her house went up. Bullet to the head for them, both hands behind backs,
and on their knees best we can tell. Hard to tell with them all wrapped up like
they were. Someone, Conrad probably, didn’t want them to tell.”

Tell what, he wondered, but Marshall
continued.

 “The explosion is being considered a
murder scene. The guy that was killed, he was one of Garrett’s too. The man was
a sleeper as far as we can tell.”

A sleeper. Someone who would go in to do
a job and disappear without a print, someone who could walk right by you, shoot
you dead, and not be seen. They usually worked at night when their victims were
asleep and were never on any books as far as he could tell. While he knew that
sometimes they were a necessary force, Warren didn’t care for them.

He tossed the picture of McCray and a
man who had his back to the camera back on the desk. “I can’t bring her in. I
don’t know what she’s planning. I have no idea who the men are she’s with other
than their names. And I don’t know if whatever is going on will be the end of
either of us.” He looked at Marshall when he laughed.

“You don’t really think that she’d tell
you the answer to any of those if she was standing right here, do you? Hell, she
probably wouldn’t tell you if I put a gun to her head. But I can tell you that
if I was in a situation like we’re in right now, I’d want her just where she
is. Because you know as well as I do that whatever happens, she’s going to get
to the bottom of it.”

Warren nodded and stood up and paced
around the room. He hated that chair. When Marshall spoke again, he nearly
missed a step and fell. He turned to look at him as he continued.

“The people she’s with are known to be
straight shooters around town. They live on about seven hundred acres of prime
wooded land that may or may not be taken from them in a couple of months. The
city council is trying to have them give it over for reasons they’re not
disclosing. But they hint at wanting it for a park, a big one to bring capital
to the area. The Bowens aren’t going down without a fight, it seems.” Marshall
grinned. “I’ve already put some feelers out and had it…delayed until you had a
chance to tell me to stop it. There’s something else you should know.”

Warren sat down. He wasn’t going to like
this and when Marshall leaned up in his chair and looked him in the eye, he was
positive about it. He leaned toward him as well. They could speak low enough
that not even the microphones could pick it up.

“They’re panthers.”

Warren leaned back, then got up to pace
again.

“I only just found out about an hour
ago. They’re not with any other group, but keep to themselves. There are six
men, ranging from age twenty-eight to nearly thirty-six. Parents are still
around. Walker, the second oldest, is the one that McCray is staying with. From
all accounts about him, he’s a good man and a great doctor. Has privileges at
most of the hospitals in the state. The rest…all have some connection to the
area. Two are computer geeks, one is a financial wizard, the oldest is a
business owner, and the other works for the local cops. He’s said to be too
good for the town, but very well-liked. All the women have nothing but great
things to say about them as well.”

He wouldn’t doubt that. Warren looked
back at his friend. “Does McCray know what they are?”

“Don’t know. If she’s living with the
doc, and it’s a pretty clear bet she is, then I would say yes. But with her, it
probably doesn’t matter.” He gave a smile that Warren had come to know as the “you’re
fucking stupid” smile. “It wouldn’t have mattered to her if you had told her a
long time ago like I suggested either.”

“Yeah, well, hindsight and all that, you
know.” Warren walked around to the business side of the desk and picked a file
he rarely brought out now days. “She’s gonna be pissed when she finds out what
we know.”

“Yes, she is. What do you want to do
about what may be going down in that little town? If you ask me…” Warren looked
at Marshall so that he would finish the statement. “If you were to ask me, I’d
say wait. See if she can handle what’s going on and see how she comes out on
top. You said yourself that you should have put her in charge of the CIA years
ago. Now is the perfect opportunity for her to show her stuff and become a
national hero at the same time.”