A Test of Love: Interracial Erotic Romance (Chasing Love) (16 page)

But that was then, this is now.

I shoved her away, maybe harder than I needed to, but I didn’t want to stop and that very fact made me mad. “Don’t do that again.”

“Go ahead. Lick your lips.”

“What?”

“Lick your lips.” Her chest rose and fell like she’d been running or at least happily jumping down. She was out of breath and blushing. “You always lick your lips after kissing me. Do it.”

“No.” Of course, I would when she turned away. I loved tasting her on my mouth. It made me crazy. The fact that she knew that pissed me off even more.

“You miss me, too.”

“I never said I didn’t. That doesn’t mean you kiss me,” I said through clenched teeth. “You do that again and I stop coming around you.”

“Oh, Devil, come and get me!” She raised her hands in the air. “I kissed my brother. We’re now all going to hell. But hey, I don’t know. Maybe because it’s so fucked up, God will give us a pass. Don’t siblings kiss sometimes anyway?”

“Not the way you fucking did.”

“Don’t curse at me.”

I got up from my blanket. My dick had no shame. He pushed the front of my jeans out, announcing to Viv that I was more than willing to pound into her.

Sister. She’s your damn sister!

“That’s not cool. I’m serious, Viv.” I gathered my blanket and did a rush with folding it. “Come on. I don’t want to leave you out here by yourself.”

“I’m staying.” She sat up and pulled off her shirt, leaving only a bra on. I froze. Her pale flesh just begged to be bitten. Those round mounds of flesh on top of her chest looked perfect for me to slide my dick between them. Back in her apartment, she would lie down on the couch, squeeze those beautiful breasts together, and let me slip my dick between them. In and out.
In and fucking out.
Every time the head of my dick poked close to her face, she swiped him with her tongue, dragging a grunt out of my core.

“Put your shirt back on.” I fisted my hands.

“Or you’re going to punch me?”

What the fuck am I going to do?

“Like you said, the sun will be out soon and I don’t like tan lines.” She put her hands behind her and unsnapped her bra. It fell to her sides. A low growl left my lips. I had no more energy to hush it away. I was hanging on for dear life. Once I spotted those stiff pink nipples, I couldn’t get my hands on my dick fast enough. How long had it been? Too damn long. The last person I ‘d fucked was Viv. No one else could get me hard for longer than a few seconds. No other could capture my attention.

“Viv.” It was more a plea than in anger. “Help me out, baby. Don’t do this to me.”

“Why not?” She pulled off her pants. Black panties slid down next. “What am I doing?”

“You know exactly what the fuck you’re doing.”

Lying down on the ground, she spread her legs. I stepped back like she’d just pulled out a gun.

Now what the fuck do I do?

“No one is here, but us,” she whispered. “Just us. Just one more time. Do me the way you always do me.”

I couldn’t resist. “How’s that, Viv?”

“You’re a beast.”

I fought the urge to lick my lips. “I can’t.”

“We’re all alone.”

“It doesn’t matter if no one is here.”

“Please.” Her voice shifted into that colorful visual where tone met illusion, and my mind remained fucked in between. I took more steps back. At this rate, I would be standing in the ocean while she lay naked and ready on the sand.

“I’m so wet for you.”

I rubbed my face with both hands. If I touched my dick, it would be over. A man like me battled with controlling urges all the time. Every day I had to fight down the need to not lose my anger with someone or steal something from another. Wicked shit gave me an adrenaline rush. It made my heart race and my pupils dilate until my eyes freaked out any onlooker who glanced my way.

“Maybe we don’t have to have sex.” She placed her hands on each breasts and fondled her nipples. Soft moans danced on her mouth. “Maybe you can just let me suck on you for a little bit as you play with me.”

I took another step back.

“Coward.”

“Fuck you, Viv.”

“Yes. That’s right. Fuck me. Do it.”

“You don’t truly
get
what you’re asking.”

“The hell I don’t.”

“I’m your brother.”

“How do we even know for sure?” She held her hands out. “It was just a name on the birth certificate. Your mom was a. . .dancer and so. . .”

“She was probably a ho?”

She sighed. “I’m just saying that maybe she got pregnant by somebody else.”

“Fine. We can discuss that more after you put your clothes on.”

“No. Come over here and fuck me.”

“No. Because for now, you’re my sister.”

“Haven’t I been a good sister?” She guided her hands down to her exposed pussy. With two fingers she spread those moist folds open. “Remember when you would suck right here? You would just lie in front of me for as long as it took, sucking in these slow, rhythmic tempos.”

“Shit. Shit.” I twisted away and almost stumbled.
Sister.
Pre-cum spilled from my dick. I grabbed it. I had no idea why, but I did.
Goddamn.
I shouldn’t have touched myself. That muscle was too swollen in need, hungry for that wet flesh that she so easily teased me with. Every inch of my skin vibrated and hummed with a thirst that could not be quenched by the average woman.

“No one has to know,” she whispered.

But I will.

And I’m’ not ashamed to say it, I ran, fast, and didn’t look back. My stiff length slapped against my thighs. Sand kicked up and grazed my calves. I didn’t have the blanket or my shoes. Barely catching my breath, I sped up. My legs burned. My mouth dried at the idea of leaving a naked Viv alone on the beach.

Fuck. First I have to save myself, before I can save her. I’ll tell security to go out there and make sure she’s okay, but now. . .now I gotta get away, before I. . .we do something that we both regret later.

This would be too much. I couldn’t stay away from Viv. Being on the beach with her had been a horrible idea. We all needed to get back to the states, back to our own private hells. If I had money and knew Jazz would be safe, I’d disappear like those rich girls. No one would find me.

Girls like that disappear. All those binders of stuff on them, and I learned nothing but that money can make lots of people forget. I already knew that.

Tension crept into my neck. I stopped running and considered what I’d really learned from the binders. Sure, there were tons of things, but nothing to help me figure out who could be after my sister.

That shit was all their past anyway. We all change, every year, every month, and every day. The real slick ones change minute by minute.

I needed to see how they moved around day to day. Jazz said Chase had cameras in rooms all over his estate, so he had to have footage of the time during those murders. Knowing him, he didn’t let the cops see it. Probably had his bitch-ass men analyzing it.

I bet if Benny had his hands on it, he could tell the killer in a few videos. But Chase would’ve never let Benny check it, so he’ll have to rely on me.

I pulled out my phone to text.

Me: U got footage of the days when those other three women died?

Time passed. It seemed like several minutes as I headed back to the house. Every now and then I checked over my shoulder. Viv’ walked way off in the distance. My shoulders relaxed. She might’ve been pissed, but at least she had clothes on and was returning to the house and safety.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I yanked it out and checked the screen.

Chase: Yes.

Motherfucker! That’s the shit you should’ve been showing me.

Me: I need to see it.

Chase: There’s a lot.

Me: My sister means a lot.

Chase: A computer will be delivered to your room later this afternoon. All of the footage with their dates and times will be on it.

Chapter 16

CHASE

“Who texted you?” Jasmine stretched out her arm.

“No one.”

She sucked her teeth. A thrill shot through me. Sometimes I believe I did things to annoy her just to experience this lioness roar.

And boy does she roar.

She rolled over and faced me, squinting those lovely eyes and turning up her nose. Her face deserved to be decorated in kisses, not awash in anger. That was how she always got me. I knew she was worthy of anything she asked for, so when she demanded, it was hard not to please.

“Didn’t we just talk about your telling me everything?” she asked.

“Yes. Shall I bend over and take my punishment?”

She raised one eyebrow. “Yes. Let me go get my strap-on. It’s in my bag.”

A frown replaced my grin. “I had someone pack your bags so I know a strap-on is not in your possession. However, I think we should make this clear right now. If you ever bring one near me, you’ll find yourself in a very awkward position.”

“Is that a threat?”

“No strap-on for Chase.”

She pouted. “Then I’ll have to find another lover who is man enough for me to use a strap-on.”

“You keep talking like that and I’ll kidnap and place you on the island until that urge to dominate my anus is out of your mind.”

“Well, then make sure you send several boxes of books because it will be a long stay. Now stop avoiding my question. Who was on the phone?”

“It was Troy. He wanted to go over the footage from when the other women were murdered.”

“Interesting. Will you let him?”

“Yes.”

“Did you look at it, too?”

“Yes.” Any calm that had filled my body earlier all evaporated at the thought of the footage.

“What’s on the videos?” she asked.

“There wasn’t anything gruesome. None of the murders was ever caught. The day Vicky died, all you see is her taking pills and swallowing down water.”

“Where were you?”

“Brushing my teeth in the bathroom. This was all before Dawn made the rule that I couldn’t spend the night with everyone. So Vicky and I slept together on her date nights.”

“Did you make love that night?”

I searched her face to make sure my answer wouldn’t get me in trouble. I spotted no indication of that in her eyes. “We had sex. The next morning I woke up and she was dead. Her body had already begun to turn cold. The doctors checked the sleeping pills and confirmed that he’d prescribed them to Vicky a month earlier. That week she’d requested a stronger dosage. He obliged, and she took more than recommended.”

“How much more?”

“If I remember correctly, the report stated that she started with five to ten milligrams. That had been less than a year before, and each month, apparently, the therapist upped the prescription. After the death, my investigator told me that her last prescription was for seventy milligrams. But, none of that made sense. On the video, she only took two pills.”

“Can you overdose on 140mgs?”

“No, but the coroner reported alcohol and way more traces of the drug in her system.”

“So she could’ve taken more away from the house, I guess. Or someone slipped her more.”

“That was a possibility brought up after the third death and we realized these were murders and not accidents. Someone could’ve crushed up the pills. Apparently, Ambien is a biphasic tablet.”

“What?”

“One-half of the tablet is released when swallowed. The other half enters the system three or four hours later. This allows the drug to remain in the body and keep the person asleep. So crushing one and slipping it to a person makes the dosage stronger.”

“Then with a large amount and mixed with alcohol, you could be a goner.”

Vicky’s cold face flashed in my head. She hadn’t started rotting, yet death had lingered in the space, nonetheless. Her body was stiff and unmoving. No breaths or sighs. Just this morbid quiet. Haunted, open eyes that stared at the ceiling. I shook my head to try and get that image out of my mind.

Jasmine shivered against me, or maybe that was my own body, quivering from the memory. “Tell me what you remember about the other two.”

“I’d rather talk about something else.”

“Like the Beatles?”

“Well, that’s better than dead girlfriends.”

“Was there something going on during the time Vicky died?”

Jasmine is worse than a pit bull. Once she’s got her mind set on it, she won’t let it go.

“There wasn’t anything unusual going on when Vicky died.” I ran my fingers through her short hair. She’d cut it. When we dated, I’d had her hair permed and fake tresses thrown in. It was barbaric on my part, and even worst, it covered her up. Now I could truly see her face—the delicate bone structure, those enchanting hazel eyes, full chocolate lips, and the glow all over her skin.

“There had to be something going on between the women, or Vicky would still be here,” she pointed out.

I thought back to that time. For anybody else I wouldn’t, but for Jasmine, I’d do anything. Even trudge through a darkened past that held no light or salvation.

“You have to understand that this arrangement always had a bit of drama,” I said. “The sort of unspoken rule in Willow Park was to never upset Dawn. Any of the rest of us could deal with our problems on our own in silence. Dawn was always a bit spoiled. When she was troubled, the whole house dealt with it.”

“Oh, really? There was no way I would’ve made it for a whole month in the house with Dawn. We couldn’t even talk for more than a few minutes without my going off on her.” Jasmine rolled her eyes, and I laughed. Dawn thought Jasmine would’ve been perfect out of all the prospects. Yet, like me, Dawn never really had a clue of what type of woman Jasmine really was.

“I’ve read her history.” Dawn shut Jasmine’s binder and wiped at her hands as if she’d been holding something distasteful. She’d come up to my condo to make her final decision on whether we pursue Jasmine or not. In her own condo, she kept little decorative boxes of wipes all around to constantly clean her hands from whatever imaginary germs she thought littered the space. That night, she pulled out a red handkerchief from her suit pants and rubbed it over her fingers. “Jasmine’s from a poor background, dealt with a lot of adversity, but always keeps her mouth closed and does what she needs to survive. She’ll do.”