BITCH (A Romantic Suspense Novel) Page 10

  "You going to be okay, Detective Russo?"

  She nodded absently. Too much was going on. Too many questions that she didn't have answers to, too many things she didn't want to think or worry about.

  Roy crouched down in front of her, forced her to look him in the eyes. "Russo. You're fine. We'll pull this guy's prints, and get them going in a database. We'll be able to have his full name before long."

  "Good," she said, but she didn't feel up to it. Why were they still talking about this? What in the hell was she doing here? Shouldn't they have taken her into the station?

  "You'll need to stay in a hotel a few days."

  "Okay."

  The place exploded with activity as the EMTs arrived. They weren't in any sort of hurry, knowing that the guy was dead and all, but it didn't stop the place from being far too small for six people walking around it.

  "You're fine. I know this isn't going to count for much, Erin, but you didn't do anything wrong, okay? If you need to talk to anyone, you have my number. I'll follow you to your hotel, and then I have to get back to work. Don't you hesitate to call if something happens. We still on for tonight?"

  She didn't know. She was too tired and too scared to make decisions like that. Her head hurt and all she wanted was to sleep. But she was afraid that going back to sleep would just show her images of what had just happened. She didn't say any of that.

  Instead, she nodded.

  Roy gave her one last long, uncertain look before he put a hand on her knee and stood up.

  "You're going to be alright, Erin. Trust me. You're going to be just fine, okay? Don't worry about anything. We'll look into this guy, and we'll find out who he works for. Who he works for, and any other information we can get ahold of."

  "Thank you," she said softly. She wasn't sure it was right to be thanking him for any of this. Was he taking it easy on her because of what had happened between them?

  "Don't mention it."

  She took a deep breath and let herself sit back a second before getting up to follow him down to her Jeep. She didn't feel up to driving, right now. But sometimes you had to do things you didn't want to do.

  She'd learned that a long time ago, and had it hammered home almost every morning for years. Now it was little more than automatic.

  Twenty-Four

  Dinner was a quiet affair. The hotel was quiet, too, but dinner was quieter somehow. As if being along had produced its own sort of sound, and now that Erin was together with someone else, unsure of what to say or how to act now that she was a killer, it was gone. All that was left was the feeling of uncertainty.

  Was this how her sister had felt, in those final moments? Alone and afraid and like there's nothing in the world that can really touch you any more? Even as the knife went in, did she think that it didn't matter that it hurt any more?

  Erin could see the expressions on Roy's face. The uncertainty, the questions that he didn't want to ask. He was worried about her, and she had to admit that maybe he should be. Maybe something was wrong with her. No, she thought. Not maybe. Something was certainly wrong with her.

  But she didn't know how to make it go away. She was being used by Craig, and now that had come back to ruin her. It all came back to her sister's death.

  What had her sister died for? To send a message? Or had she died for real, and she had just played into Craig's hand? That was the reason she was doing any of this. She needed to get revenge for Becca. But now things were going to far, too fast, and Erin was fighting for any air she could get.

  Roy asked something that she didn't quite hear.

  "What?"

  "Is your food good?"

  She looked down at a steak she hadn't realized she had already eaten half of. The whole thing had been too mechanical, too mindless. She was stuck inside her head, stuck with the thoughts and doubts that she wanted nothing more than to be rid of.

  "Yeah, I guess."

  "Erin, are you okay?"

  She thought for a moment about telling Roy all about what she had been thinking, about what she was so upset about. But that wouldn't have helped. She needed reassurance, but she needed it from the outside. From someone who wasn't just telling her what she wanted to hear. More than that, she needed something real that wasn't going to be over as soon as the trail dried up or her sister's murderer was caught.

  She dropped her fork unintentionally, her unsteady fingers just unable to keep closed around the neck of it. She grabbed it again, too hard, staring as if her vision could melt the steel in her hands if she wanted it badly enough.

  Craig's hand on hers came out of nowhere.

  "Erin, I need you to talk to me."

  "What's the point?"

  "The point of what?"

  "Of anything. This. Why are we at this dinner?"

  "You have to eat some time, don't you?"

  "Why me? There are girls in Virginia, aren't there?"

  Roy shrugged. "Why anyone? I don't have a good reason. There are girls in Virginia. Probably even cops, unless the other agents are all pulling a big prank on me by stuffing their bras."

  She looked at him flatly, ignoring the joke. "So why me? You're just going to leave, and I'm going to be left here. With nothing. Just another job. Only family left in the world is my father, and he—"

  Erin stopped herself. It never helped to talk about Dad. It made situations uglier. It made things worse. Made her worse. Talking about him was the absolute last thing that she wanted to do, but there she'd almost gone off and opened that can of worms.

  "What happened, Erin?"

  "It was a long time ago, and I don't want to talk about it."

  "It seems like you're still pretty upset by it, though. Are you sure it wouldn't help to talk about it?"

  "No. I don't want to talk about it and I'm not going to. Drop it, okay?"

  Roy's look was almost disappointed, but he nodded. "Consider it dropped."

  "Good."

  Erin took another bite of the steak. It was good, now that she was paying attention. It wasn't as hot as it had been when it came out of the kitchen, but it still had plenty of warmth, so it didn't taste like she was biting into day-old shoe leather.

  "Do you want to do anything after dinner? Catch a movie? Anything like that?"

  Erin didn't particularly want to do much of anything, but it wasn't anywhere near time that she could go to sleep. She shrugged instead.

  "Anything you wanted to see in particular?"

  She didn't answer. He must have been noticing by now, the way she'd been acting. But she couldn't stop herself. She was making a spectacle of herself, acting like a child, but she couldn't stop herself in spite of knowing what she was doing was absurd and wrong.

  "Erin, hey. We don't have to if you don't want to."

  "No, it's fine. I just—"

  "If you don't want to talk about it here, I understand. We can talk about it in the car, if it would help."

  "Sure." She wasn't sure that she wanted to talk about anything, no matter where it was. She wasn't sure that she wanted an F.B.I. agent involved in her life, and she sure as hell wasn't sure she wanted to cozy up to a guy who lived two thousand miles away, in a completely different life.

  He said they were both cops, and they were. But that was where the similarities ended. She worked the local scene. There were usual suspects. She had a long string of partners that went by in a blur, where he didn't seem to have one. Not one of her partners had put in the work to keep up with her. She might as well have been alone. But that wasn't a choice, so they just kept moving her over as people kept drumming out.

  She took a breath and another bite of steak. Another mouthful of water. By the time she slipped into the passenger seat of the government car that Roy was driving around, she almost felt human again.

  "You want to tell me what's got you so upset?"

  She looked at Roy for a minute, considering whether or not she wanted to have this conversation. Ever. She didn't, but she wasn't in her right mind. May
be she would feel better after. Anything that would get rid of the quiet inside her head.

  "I don't know what I'm doing any more."

  "What's that supposed to mean? Babe?"

  "I just don't know. What if I'm just doing what they want me to? And what if I don't hear it coming next time? What if they sneak right into wherever I'm at, a pillow over my face, and bang—dead?

  "What if I do hear it again? Every time they send another goon in to get me, I wake up in time, I get ready, and there's another body on my floor? What if it stops hurting when I have to shoot someone?"

  They sat in silence for a long time. Roy's hands twisted on the steering wheel, the leather making a soft straining noise as he squeezed it.

  "Then you'll keep doing what you have to do."

  "I don't know if that's good enough."

  "I do. I've seen how tough you are. You've made your best effort to make sure that I know every bit of it, and I'm not an idiot. But you're kind, too. Soft inside. What you're telling me now is, you took it personal. It's not your failure, is what I'm telling you, okay? It's nothing you did wrong."

  Erin didn't believe him, and the realization made her eyes sting. Before she knew what was happening, Roy had drawn her up in his arms and she was crying again. She'd promised herself she wasn't going to, not after Dad left.

  So much for that.

  Twenty-Five

  Erin knew she shouldn't be doing this, but when she closed the hotel room door with Roy still inside she already knew she was too far gone. She wanted it, but she wanted it to mean more than it was going to. She wanted it to mean he'd stay. He'd stay, or take her with him, or something. Anything. But she wasn't going to ask him to, and she didn't expect him to follow through if he offered it.

  She wanted her fun, and she would have her fun, and it would mean something in the morning if it meant anything at all. Right now it meant not having to feel wrong, and that was enough.

  He was tentative in taking her lips. She couldn't have that, no sir. She pushed him back onto the bed and was on him an instant later, her teeth biting and her hands working the buttons on the shirt he was still wearing from work earlier that day. Erin wanted more. Always more. More than she could possibly dream of.

  After a moment he decided that whether she was doing the right thing or not, she certainly wasn't going to stop, and he let himself kiss her back. That was good enough for her. She reached between them, searching for the hardness between his legs and finding it.

  They'd had one long, exceptionally pleasurable day together before, but this wasn't going to be anything like that. It had been a day of enjoying their desire for each other. But now Erin needed him, needed the attention, needed him inside her. She growled and started stripping her clothes off, not moving from her place straddling his hips.

  He shifted his weight and before she could regain her balance she was on her back, her hands pinned behind her where she'd been trying to work a zipper. His hands took a rough hold of her breasts, and Erin pressed them into his hands, wanting more. More roughness, more touching, more pleasure that she couldn't begin to describe or understand except that she needed it.

  She could feel him pressing into her, in spite of himself. That he wasn't moving himself at all told her that it wasn't intentional. His body knew what he wanted more than even he did himself, and it was going to take it regardless of what either of them wanted. What she wanted, though, was him. That cock between his legs.

  Erin tried to untangle her arms from her sweater, finally getting them free and throwing it across the room, where it landed draped over the television. She pushed herself off the bed enough to get her shirt off and tossed it as well, making it as far as the front door, before sliding off and to the ground.

  Roy shoved her bra up, revealing breasts with nipples already hard from the arousal that was surging through her. He pinched one roughly.

  "Bite," she breathed out, unable to give her whole voice to the words. Roy didn't question her, instead just dipping his head to take them between his teeth. He started soft and she pressed her breasts into him harder. Roy got the message and bit down harder, shooting an addicting mix of pain and pleasure through her that pooled in her abdomen.

  "Oh fuck." Her body was moving on its own, now, trying to press up into Roy's hardness, to get some sort of movement going there, to tease out an orgasm she could already feel approaching. He let her nipple go, still showing his teeth like an animal's snarl.

  "Please fuck me."

  "You just had to say so." He pulled away only long enough to free his cock before rubbing the tip up and down her folds. The anticipation drove her to the edge, and as he pushed in, another mix of pain and pleasure as he stretched her pussy further than it wanted to be stretched sent her over the edge.

  She could hear the words coming out of her mouth before she thought them now.

  "Choke me," she could hear herself begging. Once she heard the words she realized how good an idea it was, as she felt his hands wrap around her throat, squeezing until she could only pull in a tiny bit of breath. The absence of oxygen sent her into overdrive, only able to feel the pleasure of his cock scraping her insides clean, every muscle in her body tense with orgasm.

  Her hands weakly tapped his wrists that she needed a second to breathe. He let her up, let her try to catch her breath. It wasn't going to help, not the way she needed it to. The oxygen rushing into her brain, though—that was what she needed. She could already feel a second orgasm approaching as he thrust into her, the rush in her head combining with the pleasure to send her hurtling off into oblivion once more.

  It came as a total surprise when his hand came down hard across her face, but the pain jolted her hard, sending an electric shock through her that she felt all the way down to her pussy. Erin's eyes shot open wide, giving her everything she knew she wanted. Everything she knew that she needed.

  She opened her eyes, but she wasn't seeing, not really. She could sense him there, above her, preparing for another firm slap. She tensed as it came down, and then tried to relax again in right in time for the slap to come down. The shock, as he plunged into her, sent her off on another orgasm that rocked through her body as Roy fucked her.

  "Oh, fuck," she could hear him saying. He was close, and she knew it. Wanted him to cum deep inside her, to spill his seed. To mark her as his. Erin bucked against him, trying to prolong her own high as much as possible while driving him over the edge into his own oblivion.

  He took a hold of her hips and pulled her against him as he thrust, hitting deep inside her with every thrust until he held her deep on his cock and wouldn't let go.

  It took a minute before he withdrew, both of them starting to come down from the pleasure that had overtaken them.

  "Are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

  The question seemed confusing. Hurt her? When? Then she remembered and shook her head. "No, I'm okay."

  She could see in his expression that he'd liked it more than he was ready to admit to her. They both laid down on the bed, neither speaking for a moment.

  "Are you going to be alright, babe? I can stay tonight, if you need me to."

  Erin considered the idea for a minute. A repeat performance might be nice, and if they worked at it she knew they could top it.

  "I'll be fine. But—"

  "But you'd like it if I stayed?"

  She nodded absently. She could feel his eyes on her naked body, watching the way that her breasts pooled as she laid. Maybe her tits were alright, after all. Roy seemed to like them just fine, after all.

  "Then I'll stay."

  He stripped off his shirt and pants, but not before pulling his phone out and setting it on the bedside table, almost mirroring her own on the other side.

  They laid like that a while, neither quite ready to go to sleep, but neither ready for a second round—not yet.

  After a few minutes, a buzz came from Roy's side. He reached for the phone slowly, and then checked it with increasing a
ttention as he clicked to get more of the message.

  "We gotta go."

  "We?"

  "You can stay if you like."

  "What's wrong?"

  Roy was already up and dressing, his pants already up and buttoned by the time he answered.

  "They found another body."

  Twenty-Six

  If there was ever any reason to believe that they might have stopped once she was dead, Erin was losing her faith in it now. She sucked in a deep breath and forced herself to straighten up. It wasn't time for her to panic, not after everything. There was no time for panicking now.

  She could still feel the sting in her face from where Roy had slapped her when they got into his car and started driving to the scene. She focused on that pain. It would lead her back into the real world, to the world where she was supposed to have something going for her.

  By the time they got there, she'd figured out what was supposed to come next. It was all there in front of her. Easy. She would manage, no problem. She took a deep breath and let it out slow and easy. She was steady now. Clear and easy.

  She forced herself to look forward as they pulled up into the tangle that had already formed of local uniforms, medical personnel, and F.B.I. suits. She stepped out of the car and met Roy by the hood.

  "You okay? You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

  "You can't keep me away forever."

  "That's what I like to hear. Come on."

  She followed him past a uniform, past a suit who gave her a weird look. She ignored it.

  Erin had thought, in spite of herself, that she had something to do with the murders. That her sister hadn't been an accident, hadn't just been a random body in a pile of bodies. That she had snagged Craig so easily had sold her on the idea that there was something specific to the profile.

  Instead, the woman on the ground couldn't look less like her and Becca. Large breasts, red hair, her face stuck twisted in pained anguish. She'd look like that forever, now. Nothing to be done about it but to stop the guy from leaving another woman looking like this.