Alistair (Golden Streak Series) (17 page)

Lance nodded, still not sure what was
going on. “The policy is up to date, and I have all the receipts to prove it. And
my mother is collecting it because Allyson is dead.”

“No, she’s not.” Lance looked around the
room. He had a feeling that the woman he’d been seeing was his wife and she’d
been playing with him.

“She’s here, isn’t she? She’s come here
to fuck with me, and she thinks I’m going to just sit by and let her ruin me?” Neal
laughed. “You think this is funny? I have everything riding on that money, and
I plan to collect it one way or the other.”

“Really? So you think to kill her if she’s
not really dead.” The man tsked. “Not very smart of you, really. I did tell you
I’m her brother, right? And as my sister, I will protect her with my life if
need be. But I don’t think that’s going to be necessary, do you?”

Lance looked at the men who just walked
in and sat at the table next to his. He knew them. They were the Cook’s, his
second wives father and grandfather. They both nodded to him as they picked up
their menu. Lance looked at Neal.

“They’re in on this, as well, I suppose.”
Neal nodded. “Who else should I expect to walk through the door? Delia’s
parents? I assure you that I had nothing at all to do with her death.”

“But you did Paula’s, didn’t you? As did
your mother.” He handed him a sheath of papers and nodded. “You should read
those before you answer. It’s transcripts for your conversation with your
mother. We were able to record everything you said.”

He didn’t even bother looking at them.
They’d not had his permission to record the conversation, and he told the man
that. Nothing they had in that could be used against him.

“No, we didn’t need yours. We got what
we wanted the other way.” He looked at his mother when she laughed. “She’s a
hell of a woman, your mother.”

She’d sold him out. He glanced at the
papers again and realized that if they let her record even some of the
conversations they’d had, he was so fucked. He looked to the door again,
wondering if he could make it out of it when Kimble and James both walked in
and sat at another table. Both of them looked at him rather than their menus
and smiled. Lance looked at Neal.

“Yeah, there’s a problem where you work,
too. Something about mail fraud and theft, I think. Did you know that
overbilling is a capital offense, too? You’re batting about two for two right
now. Ever hear the term ‘three strikes you’re out’?” Neal laughed. “I think you
better hope no one else comes to have lunch here.”

He knew who else was coming through the
door, but he planned on being gone before she did. Allyson would be the
crowning point in this day. He watched his mother stand and thank the man she
was with, and he reached into his pocket for the gun. He’d kill her, take the
check, and run. He lifted it just enough under the table to take her out when
Allyson stepped to the table his mother and the fake insurance man were at.

Lance figured since he was going to
prison anyway, he might as well make it worth his while. He pulled the trigger
until he heard the slide click back and smiled at the man sitting across from
him. He was grinning at him, as well.

“I guess she’s dead now. I killed myself
two wives and am as broke as fuck because no one would pay off. How shitty is
that, I ask you?” He laughed again as he put his gun on the table and put his
hands up. “I get to go to prison, and there isn’t anything you can do to me that
they won’t inside.”

“You might want to have another look around,
buddy. You were shooting blanks.” Lance didn’t look around, because he knew,
just knew the man was telling him the truth. It would be like him to fuck this
up, as well. Neal nodded to the room, and Lance turned slowly to see Allyson
standing in front of him, smiling. And just behind her, his mother was being
put into handcuffs while she cursed a stream of profanities. He looked at the
Cooks, who he’d shot at, too, and found them being served their salads. The men
from his firm were looking at a magazine as if he’d not just shot them to
death. Which he supposed he had not.

Alistair came in and sat at the chair
next to him, and Allyson on his other side. They both looked entirely too
happy. When he lifted his hand to slap the smirk off of Allyson’s face, she
grabbed it and twisted it so that he was in so much pain he cried out. She
twisted harder, and he started to lift his other hand when she punched him in
the face.

“Doesn’t feel too good, does it, Lance?
To be helpless when someone else holds you down and makes you hurt?” She told
him to answer her, and he seemed to have no choice.

“I never gave you what you didn’t crave.”
She turned his arm again, and he felt his wrist break. “You’re fucking going to
pay for that, bitch, just as soon as I’m free.”

Alistair laughed. “You should realize by
now that you’re never going to be free, Lance. You’re going to be lucky if you
only go to prison after what we have on you.”

“You have nothing, on me. She’s the one
that’s trying to collect on an insurance policy. You might want to check the
law again. I’m as innocent as they come.”

Alistair reached down and picked up the
phone that Brock had put on the table. After pushing a couple of buttons, his
voice screamed back at him.
“I guess she’s dead now. I killed myself two
wives and am as broke as fuck because no one would pay off. How shitty is that,
I ask you?”

“I think that’s a confession.” Alistair
shut it off just as he was laughing on the recording. “You should know that Neal
isn’t a professional liar like you, so if you’d have asked him if he was
recording your conversation, he would have told you he was. He did tell you
that he’d recorded them earlier, and you should have guessed he would do it
now.”

Lance started laughing. His mother went
by the table they were sitting at and spit on him. He didn’t even bother wiping
it off. He was going to die, and there wasn’t a fucking thing either of them
could do about it. Laughing, he asked Alistair for a sheet of paper and a pen. Allyson
gave him both from her purse. He cleared himself a place and began writing. He
was still writing when the police or whatever they were came to ask him a few
questions.

“I, Lance Tyler Isaac, hereby confess to
the following crimes,”
the first line said. He wrote until his hand
cramped up. Then when they took him to jail, he got to read it all in the
camera, and they let him finish his narrative that way. “I killed my first
person when I was seventeen. I got her drunk and led her to the beach to rape
her….” If he was going to die, he was going to go out in style.

Chapter 17

He woke and reached for Ally, but she
wasn’t there. Again. He sat up and looked around their room and noticed that in
addition to her clothes being gone, his were as well, which meant she was
washing them. Again.

While he was in the shower, he thought
about what she might be going through. He’d asked her several times in the week
they’d been back, but she’d told him she was just tired. He was ready to ask Bronwyn
to see if there was really something wrong with her or if that was it. He
dressed in causal jeans and a T-shirt, hoping to talk her into going for a ride
on the bike. She was sitting in the kitchen alone, staring at nothing he could
see with the paper in front of her.

“You hungry?” She looked at him, sort of
dazed, and he asked her again. She shook her head. He began pulling out things
to make them both something to eat because he knew with Jed gone over to help
the Cooks set up their kitchen that she hadn’t eaten.

“Why do you love me?” He turned to look
at her, but before he could answer, she continued. “Is it because you have to, because
we were fated to be mates? Or that you just do? I don’t really understand it.”

He looked around the room while she sat
there. He knew that answering this wrong could hurt her. He noticed the boxes
of old appliances in the corner that had been replaced over the past few days.

“Why did you fix this kitchen? The
things here worked, but not well. Why did you do that?” He thought it was still
wrong, but she seemed to think about it as she looked around, too.

“They were working, but…well, some of
them leaked. The toaster needed to be begged to work, and the….” She looked at
him and smiled. “I replaced them because I wanted to. For us.”

He nodded, hoping she was keeping up
with him. “And even though you were able to use the other things there, you
felt the need to replace them. Why?”

“Because,” she started as she stood up
and came to him. “Because I want to make a home with you. I want to be able to
come in here even if Jed is here and make you things because you and your
family enjoy them. I replaced them because, while they worked, they were not
perfect. For you.”

He pulled her to him as he leaned
against the counter and kissed her. It was soft, and as much as he tried not to
show her how hungry he was for her, she gave him her hunger and he moaned. He
cupped her ass and brought her against his thickening cock and rocked into her.
She pulled away, and his cat nearly snarled at him. They both wanted their
mates.

“Sit on the counter.” Her voice was
rough and low. He stared at her for several seconds, trying to get his mind to
wrap around what she’d said to him. “Take off your pants and sit on the
counter. I want to take you into my mouth and have you come down my throat.”

He nearly hurt himself getting his pants
undone, and had his jeans and boxers off in seconds. She pulled his shirt over
his head when he was seated on the counter, and he leaned back when she told
him to.

“I love you, Alistair.” He nodded
because she licked his cock from root the tip right then, and he was incapable
of breathing, much less talking. “And I will for the rest of our lives.”

He curled his hand in her hair as she
lowered her head over him. She sucked him so hard he nearly came up off the
counter. It felt so fantastic. Every time she suckled at him he lifted his hips
up to go deeper, wanting slide down her incredible throat.

Sweat slid down his spine as she brought
him closer and closer to the edge only to back off and give him a minute. He
wanted her to finish him, but he also wanted this to last as long as he could
make it, too. He’d never been taken this way and found that it was going to be
one of his all-time favorite positions. When she lifted her head and looked at
him, he could see her own hunger and need. And he wanted to satisfy her so much
that he was ready to trade places with her. But she stepped back and stripped
off her shirt.

“I want you to come down my throat. I
want to feel your hot cum fill me.” He nodded as her breasts swayed. She had no
bra on, and when she lifted up her little skirt, he saw that she had no panties
on, either.

“You planned this.” She nodded. “You
planned to seduce me in our kitchen. And I let you.”

“Yes, you did. Now shut up and let me
finish you.” She licked the stream of precum off his cock, and he grabbed her
head and lifted her up and pulled her to his mouth. Kissing her hard, he held
her tighter by twisting his hand harder in her hair.

“When I come down your throat, I want
you to go to the table and lean over it. I’m going to fuck you hard and give
you twice what you’re doing to me.” She licked her lips, and he watched her
tongue. “You’re playing with fire, Ally. Do you know that?”

“Yes.” She jerked from him and wrapped
her mouth over him and swallowed. His cock exploded, his ball let go of his cum
so hard and so quickly that he felt pain from it. Even as he roared, he felt
her cup his balls and give them a gentle, but firm, squeeze. He came again,
filling her as he emptied himself.

Jerking her off him again, she backed
up. She reached for him, and he turned her and nearly tossed her across the
table, her ass presented to him like an offering. He brought his hand down hard
on the firm flesh and watched as his print pinkened up and made him want more.

“You were told to get into this position
when I came, weren’t you?” She didn’t answer, but he knew that she was excited.
Her entire body looked ready, ready for him. He reached around her and ran his
fingers through her soaking curls and pinched her clit. She rocked into his
hand, and he pulled away.

“Alistair, please.” He slapped her ass
again and heard her low moan. His cock stretched out before him like a beacon,
and he pulled her hips back to him, but didn’t enter her. She rode his cock as
he played with her this way. When she laid her head down on the table, he spread
her feet wider and leaned over her. His cock head was just at her entrance, and
he knew that the moment he slammed into her they were both going to come.

“I’m not going to fuck you hard, Ally. I’m
going to pull back, and you’re going to lie over this table with your legs
spread wide, and I’m going to eat you until I have my fill.” She rocked back,
and his cock slid more into her. “Then I’m going to fuck you. Fill your pussy
with my cum until you can’t take any more.”

She nodded, and when he licked his way
down her spine, he could taste how much she needed him. It poured from her
body. When she sat on the table and lay back, he nearly changed his mind and
took her then, but he pulled a chair in front of her and sat down. Christ, it
was like a fucking feast.

Letting a little of his cat go, he felt
his tongue elongate and knew that as soon as he entered her she was going to
come for him. His cat snarled at him to get with it, and he leaned in and gave
him what he wanted. She screamed so loudly that his cat snarled at her. Her
cream dripped from her sheath, and he almost couldn’t drink it all. Opening her
wider for him, he suckled at her lips and nipped at them. She grabbed his hair
and held him to her as she came again. This time when he nipped at her, he took
her swollen clit into his mouth and pressed his thumb over her tiny rosette. She
nearly knocked him away when she came this time, and he knew that he wasn’t
going to last much longer.

Wrapping his hand around his cock, he thought
about coming this way while he finished her off. But he needed to mark her
again if for no other reason than his cat was begging for him to. When he stood
up, he shoved the chair from under him and heard it crash against the counter
as he filled her. Leaning over her, he nuzzled her throat and, without licking
it to deaden some of the pain, he sank his teeth into her shoulder.

She gripped him hard, her legs
tightened, her nails digging into his back. When he commanded her to come, she bowed
up her body as tightly as a rubber band. And then she snapped. Her nails raked
down his back, her heels plunging deep into his thighs. Even as he came again,
he could feel her slipping away. Her body going limp and her arms letting go.

When he spilled the last of his seed into
her, he sealed off the ragged wound and leaned to her ear and whispered: “I
love you more than I do myself. I want to grow old with you, showing you every day
how much you mean to me, how much I love being with you. I want you swollen
with our baby so that I can watch you grow our child. I love you, Allyson
Golden, so much that I can’t breathe through it.”

She heard him. He knew when she smiled
at him. Lifting his body from hers, he looked at what he’d done to her, and
what she’d done to him. They had torn at each other. Her nails left long claw
marks down his chest that were already healing. Bite marks marred his arms and
shoulders. Her body looked the same, and blood stained her shoulder and breast
where he’d bitten her. Smiling, he lifted her in his arms and took her to their
bed. Gently laying her down, he covered her with the sheet and went downstairs
to clean up. He laughed when he saw what he’d done to the chair.

It was shattered. His boxes hung from
them limply, and his jeans were on the stove. He found his shirt in the sink
over the tea glass from the night before. He picked up her things, as well. Her
shirt was shredded, and it had somehow ended up across the room in front of the
door; her skirt that he didn’t even remember taking off her was under the
table. He tossed them all in the trash only to dig them out and take them to
the bedroom.

Sliding into the bed with her, he pulled
her into his arms and felt her wrap around him. Closing his eyes, he knew that
they’d be lucky if they woke by nightfall. Shifting on the bed, he reached for
Ryland.

“I won’t be able to make it over today. At
least not until much later. Ally and I have worked things out, and we’re
resting now.”
His brother laughed.
“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not. I’m glad. She was looking a
little lost.”
His brother paused.
“When you come over, I have a couple of things I want to
ask you. No biggy, but just wondering.”

He told him he’d be there late and closed
the connection. He felt his mind drifting off when he thought of the chair
again. Jed was not going to be amused. Then again, maybe he would.

~~~

“What do you mean I have to let the
project go? There are things in here that could be a concern for our welfare as
humans.” His boss and a huge dick only shook his head. Sheldon wanted to stand
up and knock him on his ass.

“You’ve been warned twice now that this
information is to be put into storage and not to be bothered with again. Nor
are you to speak of it to anyone in any way, shape, or form. Give it up,
Peirce. It’s nothing but the ramblings of a deluded mind of a drug addict.”

As he walked away, Sheldon looked at
what had become his obsession. There was some truth to this, and he knew it,
and had a feeling the prick knew it as well. He stood up to start putting the
things here into the box when something slipped to the floor. It was a small
sheet of paper with writing on it. He was just bending over to get it when he
saw the man he worked, Tony, coming back from lunch. He wondered if he had
anything to do with him being pulled from this work when the man sat down and
stared at him.

“I suppose the report you’re supposed to
write for our real work didn’t get done.” Sheldon tried to remember what it was
he was supposed to have done. “I didn’t think so. You have your head so far up
your ass in this bullshit that you’re going to lose your job if you don’t give
it up.”

“There’s enough stuff here that warrants
looking into. The woman changed into a cat. Doesn’t anyone think that’s
amazing?” Tony snorted. “I went to see his wife.”

That brought Tony up short. He didn’t
move, but he could see that he wanted to bolt. They’d been told never to contact
anyone they’d been hired to investigate, but seeing Mrs. Jane Cunningham had
been a real eye opener.

“She said that she’s met the woman. That
she saw her change into a cat and that she’d put a hex on her.” Sheldon didn’t
really believe that part, but he was beginning to see where the other just
might be true. “Her name is—”

“I don’t want to know,” Tony said,
cutting him off. “I don’t ever want to know any of the shit you think you have
on this case. And you’re insane if you think that no one is ever going to find
out you have been working on this instead of the other projects that come to
us. I’m really getting tired of carrying your ass.”

So he hadn’t told them. Not yet, at any
rate. Sheldon sat down and looked at the paper on the floor and wondered if he
should just leave it there or take it home with him. He had much more
information there than here, anyway. He looked at Tony.

“You’re right. I guess I’ve been a
little nuts over this. But it’s more interesting than some of the shit we’ve
been getting in lately.” Tony nodded and stood up when he did. “I’ll box this
crap up and have it stored away. Then I’ll write that report.”

“I wrote it already.” But Sheldon had
already figured that out and put his foot down over the paper on the floor as
Tony began helping him put the stuff in the box. “And I’m glad you’re doing
this before it gets out of hand. You don’t want to lose your job this late in
our lives. It’ll be a bitch trying to get another one that pays this well.”