Unstoppable Force (Force of Nature Series) (23 page)

His cock, already hard, seemed to
stretch out for her. She ran her thumb over the tip and he knew when her hand
disappeared, she was licking it clean. Connor turned to watch her. Her hand was
just about to enter her mouth and he grabbed her. “You want to taste me? All of
me?”

She nodded and dropped to her knees
before him. He said, “Water,” and she turned it off before coming back to him. She
had his pants undone in seconds. His cock out in less time than that. She was
poised to take him into her mouth when she looked up at him. “Will you please
come down my throat?”

He could only nod at her.

“And if I don’t do this right, will you
let me know?”

She had to be kidding. He looked hard to
see if she was teasing him and couldn’t see anything but fear. She really did
think she was going to be bad at this. He cupped the back of her head and
pulled her to him. “Take me in your mouth and run your tongue over me. Do what
you want, only be careful of your teeth. I’m sort of sensitive down there.” She
fit her mouth over his head and he nearly fainted with pleasure.

After several minutes of this, he was
sure she’d been trained by the most talented courtesans. He felt his eyes roll
to the back of his head and he didn’t even care that he was begging her to
never stop. When she cupped his balls Connor couldn’t help it; he cried out his
release and jettisoned deep down the back of her throat. He nearly came off the
floor when she took one of his balls into her mouth.

Breathing hard, he pulled her away. She
looked hungry and needy. Her scent perfumed the air in the room and he felt his
sated cock stir. “Counter. Get on the counter.” She only stared at him. He knew
just how she felt. Dazed and confused, he repeated what he wanted her to do. By
the time he got his pants off completely, she was just sitting on the edge.

It was his turn. He knew that she was
close; hell, he was as well, so he slid two of his fingers into her sheath even
with her panties still on. He watched her lean back and spread her thighs.

“I’m going to make you come fast and
hard. Then I’m going to lean you over that sink and fuck you until neither of
us can walk.” She moaned and reached for her breast. “Louise, I think maybe I
might die from this.”

“We’ll go together. And it’ll be sooner
rather than later.” She continued her journey of exploring her breast and
nipple. “Connor, please do something. I’m so close to coming I think my head
might explode.”

He stood up knowing that after this, he
was done. But, hell, what a way to go. Tearing her panties off, he slammed into
her deep. Her body not only accepted him, but seemed to take more of him into
her. Even as he pulled out to the tip, he could feel her climax skirting over
the edge. When he sank himself home he took her mouth and captured her screams
of release.

Connor came again. Not hard, not even
enough to drain him much more. But he was drained. As much as he’d been if he’d
run a marathon. He doubted if the house caught on fire he’d be able to make it
out alive. He had nothing left. When she giggled he lifted his head with the
last his strength. “And you laugh now why?” She giggled again and he lifted her
chin to kiss her quickly and ask if she was all right.

“Yes, but I never got my bath and
neither did you.” Connor accepted her kiss. “But now I’m exhausted. Do you
think you can still take me to bed?”

Her yawn was what got him and he yawned
as well. Lifting her up, he took her to the bedroom, glad it was only a few
feet away, and dropped her onto it. When she scrambled under the covers he
walked to the other side and joined her. As soon as her head lay on his chest,
he knew she was asleep. He joined her a few minutes later, smiling hugely at
his good fortune.

Chapter 19

The trial was a mess and it hadn’t even
begun yet. There were perhaps a thousand people outside the large conference
building and at least half that inside. There was not only nowhere to sit, but
there was barely enough room to stand. Louise watched the people come and go as
she sat with Phil. He looked so calm she wanted to smack him.

“Am I going to be put to death?”

He glanced over at her, pulling his eyes
away from his son and wife for a few seconds. When he looked lost, she repeated
her question.

“Probably not. They need this trial to make
sure that what you did doesn’t come back to bite them in the ass. I would say
that it’ll be over with by the end of the week. Maybe Wednesday of the next
week, but no more.” She groaned at his prediction. “You think it’ll go longer?”

“Christ, I hope not. I just want this
stupid thing over with.” She looked up when he did. “Is that the judge?”

“Yes. Beautiful, isn’t she? My mom had
been presiding over these things since well before I was born.” She looked at
Hope like she was a lifeline. “But don’t expect her to cut you any slack
because she’s my mom. She’ll more than likely be harder on you because of it.”

Great. The mom of her attorney. Just
what she didn’t need. But she didn’t say anything more, couldn’t really. Mrs.
Campbell as well as Phil were going at it. There was some concern on his part
about there being too many people near his child.

“There is any number of germs in this
room and now they’re breathing all over him.”

Lou wanted to pick up the nearest
object, preferably a wooden stake, and stab him to death with it. He winked at
her when she tugged at his pristine white shirt. “What the hell are you doing? Don’t
antagonize the judge, please.” She picked up his briefcase. “If you don’t stop
this right now, I’m going to beat you to death with this.”

He took it from her and set it on the
other side of him. She couldn’t reach it without walking around the table. He
sat down and cocked a brow at her when she didn’t join him right away. “I’m
softening her up.”

Lou looked at the judge then back at Phil
and raised her own brow.

“I am. She loves the baby and will hurry
this along so that he doesn’t catch anything now.”

“So you just expedited my trial in the
name of your kid’s well being. Awesome. Now I get to be shot sooner.”

Phil started shaking his head.

“No what, you dickweed?”

“No, you won’t be shot. They behead
beings that kill their own kind.” He stood up again when Hope asked who wanted
to begin.

She was ten minutes into the trial when
what he said occurred to her. As soon as he said it, he had called her to the
stand and she was asked to give her life if it was later found out that she had
lied. She agreed to that too, apparently, because she was sitting in the big
chair next to the dais.

“Did you say I would be beheaded?” Her
voice cracked and squeaked. “Like they take off my head?”

Louise flushed when the courtroom
laughed. She was nearly ready to crawl under the table, any table as a matter
of fact, that she nearly missed what was being said. She looked over at Phil
when he cleared his throat.

“She wants to know if you’re finished
with your narrative of the events.”

Louise nodded then shouted that she
wasn’t. “That man? The one I killed? He was going to rape me with a machine and
take out my eggs. He didn’t care that I might have use for them later. Now, as
a matter of fact, but he wanted them and damn the consequences.” She flushed
again. “Sorry. But he was going to kill me if I didn’t kill him first. And you
know that he was responsible for that poor Timothy’s death even if he didn’t
actually pull the trigger.”

Phil winked at her and she was sure that
she would, at this very moment murder him as well. When he turned to the judge,
his mom, she looked ready to burst into tears or laughter. Lou wasn’t sure
which and was sure she didn’t want to know. When she stood up, she was asked to
have a seat. They weren’t quite finished yet. The other man stood up and glared
at Phil when he said something low to the other man. This man made Phil look
like a dwarf in comparison and Phil was not a little man.

“Miss Cavanaugh, I just have a few
questions for—”

“It’s Force. Louise Force. And if you
want me to answer you, you’ll remember that.” She looked at Hope when she
cleared her throat. “He knows damn good and well who I am. He just met me in
the back room not an hour ago.”

“You met with my client?” The room
seemed poised on something. Phil stood up and asked the other man once again if
he had met her. When he didn’t answer, he looked at her. “What is it he wanted?
What did he ask you without your lawyer present?”

Louise thought there was a trap here,
but didn’t know whose side it was going to come from. She looked at the man in
question and saw him pale then shake his head just a little. He wanted her to
lie to her own fucking lawyer.

“Tell me the truth and I swear to you
that this will end well for you. I don’t care what it is, even if he asked you
where the fucking bathroom was.”

She glanced at Phil, suddenly glad for
the connection.
“I’m not in trouble?”

Phil told her no she wasn’t.

“Mr. Simpson asked me if I was sure that
the key was for nothing more than to kill William with. He asked me if I had
tried to find an alternative usage for it or simply used it as a murder
weapon.” She looked at Hope then at Phil. “He seemed to think that the key was
to something of monetary value.”

“Was it?”

She looked at Hope when she asked. Her
tone indicated that she already knew the answer. Louise shook her head. “William
didn’t know what the key was for. He hadn’t seen it before that night. Timothy
had it all this time.” She looked at Mr. Simpson. “That man said that it was
the key to everything. I suppose it was. For me at least.”

“And what do you mean he didn’t know
what the key was for? He was afraid of it, you had said.” Phil picked up a file
and opened it. “You wrote in your own words that ‘William looked at the key
like he knew what it was, but I didn’t think he’d ever actually seen it.’ So
you believe he knew of it, but had not seen it.”

Louise looked around the room and felt
Phil whisper through her mind to just tell the truth. She nodded once and
decided that it was now or never. These people would either accept her for what
she was or she’d be beheaded. She looked right at Connor as she continued her
story. “He didn’t know what it was for, only what he’d been told it could do to
him. It was supposed to either make him stronger if he held it, or kill him if
someone else had it, or so he’d been told when he found out there was a key. I
made him believe it was much more than that.” She shifted on her seat. “I
slipped into his mind and had him believe that once it was broken over him that
it would melt away his skin until he was nothing left but bone. He…I guess he
believed me.”

“So it was just a simple key.”

Louise shook her head.

“Then what? It’s useless now that you’ve
broken it. No one will ever know what it was supposed to be used for or if he
had millions hidden away and locked with that key.” The other attorney flushed
when Hope banged her gavel down. “I’m just trying to get to the real reason the
key might have been used.”

He sat down and Louise tried her best
not to look at Nancy. She had been with her every day since that day and they
had talked endlessly. She looked over at Hope when Mr. Simpson sat down and
huffed.

“Do you have anything else to add to
this? Or are you going to sulk like a small child?” Hope smiled when he glared
at them both. “I see. Well then I happily order these proceedings over. Louise
Force, you are free to go.” Everyone stood up, including Mr. Simpson. “Not so
fast, Billy Simpson. You have some explaining to do. Some of which has to do
with you contacting Mrs. Force here without her council.”

Louise heard him sound as if he was
beginning to complain, but she tuned him out. Her family, all of them, were
pulling her in for a group hug. And what a hug it was.

~~~

“What happened to the key?” Connor
looked at Phil before looking at Louise. “You do know that had he asked you if
you had it, you would have had no choice but to tell him? It’s the reason we
hold these things in that building. It’s been enhanced with magic.”

“There was no key. Remember, it was
broken.” Connor didn’t like the look that his mom and Louise exchanged. Nor the
look of satisfaction that Phil had on his face. “What happened?”

Louise took out the key and the map and
laid them on the table. She didn’t say anything, but glanced over at his mom. There
was something so wrong about the look she had on her face.

“I didn’t tell anyone, not even Louise,
until later. I didn’t know what made me do it, but… Well, I didn’t give her the
right key. The one I gave her was on Timothy’s body when we found him.” She
reached out and touched the map then picked up the key. “I found this one in
the first aid kit that Timothy left me. The map was in it too.”

“What if the key hadn’t killed him? What
if the…Christ.” Connor sat down hard when he thought of all the things that
could have gone wrong. His mother hit him with her wooden spoon and he wanted
to growl at her. He might have too if she wasn’t so fucking mean about it.