Alistair (Golden Streak Series) (4 page)

“Now would be a good time to tell me no.”
He reached down and slid his hand up the too large leg of his boxers she had
on. “If you don’t, I’m going to eat you until you scream.”

Her legs opened, and he could smell all
of her. As he pulled off the shorts he asked her to take off the shirt. She
pulled it up and over her head, then dropped it to the side of the bed onto the
floor.

“Beautiful. So very beautiful, and all
mine.” Watching her face, he ran his fingers through her wet curls and coated
them with her cream. Slowly, he took them to his mouth and sucked them clean. Her
moan made him want more, made him want to do more for her.

He then lifted her ass up and buried his
nose in her sweet heat. Licking her, then pressing his tongue deep into her, he
moaned at her taste. She was so delicious that he knew that having her come in
his mouth was going to be as close to paradise than he’d ever been. He suckled her
hard nubbin, and her hips danced against his mouth.

Next, he curled his hands around her
thighs and spread her nether lips open for him. She was so wet that he felt her
juices as they ran down his chin and onto the bed. When her hand wrapped into
his hair, he slid his fingers into her pussy and fucked her with his tongue and
fingers until she cried out. Her release was just that; a flooding of her juices
filled his mouth and body as he drank deeply from her. When she came again,
crying out his name, he knew he had to be inside of her. Moving up her body, biting
and tasting her as he went, he tore his pants off and fisted his cock. She
looked up at him.

“I’m going to come in you, and when I do
I want you to bite me. I want to feel your teeth draw blood. Drink from me.” She
nodded and reached for him.

He didn’t just enter her but slammed
into her. She was so tight around him he felt her sheath as she rippled around
him. He sucked her breast. His canines dropped and he tasted blood. Moaning and
fucking her as hard as he could, he moved to her shoulder and licked along the
muscle there.

“Bite me. Christ, do it so I can fill
you.” Her mouth slid across his shoulder. When she licked him, her hot tongue
tasting him, he felt his cock spilling into her. Pulling her to him and burying
her face into him, he felt her sink her teeth into him. He roared out his
release, and then took her throat.

She screamed, and he felt her come again
and again. When she dropped her arms, he licked the wound closed and took her
though another climax before his body couldn’t move again. When he rolled over,
he took her with him.

“You’ll have to lick the wound, love. If
you don’t, it won’t seal.” Her tongue lapped across his shoulder and he felt
his cock stir. He wasn’t sure if he’d live through another climax.

“I guess there’s nothing wrong with me
when it comes to having a climax.” Alistair laughed and lifted her chin to look
at her. “That was amazing.”

He reached for a blanket and pulled it
over them after kissing her gently on the mouth. It occurred to him at that moment
that he’d not kissed her. Lifting her chin up again he kissed her, gently and
softly before letting her lay back down.

“Now behave or I won’t be able to move
again. You’ve completely worn me out.” She giggled and he thought that he’d
give anything in the world to hear her do that again. “When we wake up, I’ll
make you a proper dinner. Then, we’ll come back up here and see if I can give
you a better adjective than ‘amazing’ to say about the best sex I’ve ever had.”

She giggled again and he held her until
he was sure she was asleep. When he slipped out from under her he tucked her in
and went to his office. He had to make some calls to get this thing with her
ex-husband settled. The man was going to have to see that the better man won. The
first person he called was his brother, Keith.

“I need you to run a check on a Lance
Isaac. He’s an attorney. And then a check on Allyson, his ex-wife.” Keith asked
him if this was about his mate, and he told him it was.

“Good. You know that I’m happy for you
and all, but you do realize that it’s like four in the morning, right?” Alistair
looked at his watch and apologized. “No worries, but you owe me. And I want you
to introduce me to her not as the ‘geek’ brother but as the professional
computer programmer. I’m sick of being called the geek.”

“Done. So long as you know that as soon
as she meets you she’s going to know you’re a geek. Perhaps you should not
carry a laptop with you everywhere you go and try to find a conversation that
doesn’t mention terabytes and band waves. Unless it’s about an actual band,
which I’m pretty sure you would know about, too.”

“Yeah, yeah bite me, you asshole. Are
you going to be up for the rest of the night?” He could hear the clicking of a
keyboard as Keith started on the project. “I might have a question or two to
ask you, and I wouldn’t want to disturb you guys.”

Alistair looked at the ceiling above him,
knowing that she was in his bed sleeping. But for as much as he wanted to join
her there again, he knew that this was important, too. He told Keith he’d be
up. After hanging up he called the chief of police and talked to him about the
murders at the courthouse.

“I’m telling you this because you’re my
friend and I like to run with you. But first, did you and Brock come into the building
after hours the other night? The reason I’m asking is because I could smell you
in places you guys don’t normally go.” Clifton Slone was a werepanther and his
close friend. “And if you did, I don’t suppose you found your girl did you?”

“Off the record?”

“Yes.”

“Then we did. Why? What did you find
out?”

“Nothing but that she was hiding away in
the sublevels and that there was blood there. Then I got yours and who I
thought was Brock’s scent.” He paused. “Is she the one that saved you?”

“Yes. And she’s my mate, too.” There was
a long silence this time that made him nervous. Before he could ask again what he’d
found out his friend spoke.

“Her prints come up on another charge. Not
murder but robbery. But there’s something hinky about it, just so you know. Her
prints didn’t come up until five days later. And you’ll never guess who added
them in.”

“Lance Isaac.”

“Yes.”

“You said hinky. What do you mean exactly?
Do you think he might have put them in on his own?”

“Yes. What do you know about her ex? Other
than he’s a shark of a lawyer? A fucking prick and a general dumbass if he thinks
people don’t know he’s also a lousy piece of shit. Not to mention a Grade A
asshole.”

“Wife beater? Son of a bitch that’s
going to lose the best thing he ever had? I have a whole list of names if you
want to know the truth. Are you thinking that they might not be true?” Clift
laughed.

“Oh no, they’re true, all right, and
that man has a real hard-on to find his wife, I guess. When her prints hit, he
called here about five seconds later, like he was watching for them.” Alistair
decided to beef up his security both here and around the family by calling in a
few favors. He knew firms that could do it so that no one could enter his home.
“Something else…he says that she’s still his wife. Looked it up just before you
called, and she filed the papers and all so you can add
fucking liar
to
your list.”

They talked for a few more minutes,
slowly moving from Lance to running in the woods behind his house. Clift said
that he needed to get out there, and Alistair told him he has an open
invitation.

Alistair heard Allyson stirring around
seven and went to the kitchen to start some breakfast. His cook wasn’t due
until eight, but he wanted to cook for her himself. When she came down she was
wearing another of his shirts and a pair of his boxers. He thought about giving
her clothes to her but decided he liked her better this way.

Chapter 4

Lance waited for over an hour for the
cop to call back, and when he didn’t, he made arrangements to go to him. He had
the family jet standing by readying a flight plan when his mother, Aida Smyth
Isaac walked in. She glared at him as he hung up the phone.

“We’re in a money crisis and you’re
making arrangements to go flying across the states? If you think I’m going to
stand by while you take another bimbo off to who cares where, you’re sadly—”

“I found her. She’s in Ohio. I’m going
there now to bail her out of whatever mess she’s gotten herself into and
bringing her home. She’ll not leave me again before I can get this shit settled.”

“She divorced you. How do you suppose
you’re going to get anything settled? Without a marriage certificate, a valid
one, you’re never going to make the insurance company pay off when she’s dead. And
I do hope you plan better with this one than you did the last bride. She lived
a little too long, and now look what’s happening. We’re in deeper now than we
were before. I’d like one of these women to pay off, not drain us dry, if you
don’t mind.”

His mother had a way about her that made
him want to blow her fucking brains out and piss on them for good measure. He
sat back in his chair and actually contemplated it. Maybe when he finished with
Allyson he’d take out a policy out on her. Just for the fun of it. But he did
think about his second wife. She’d been a drain on their already low resources
and now that she was dead, thanks to his working knowledge of life support
systems, he’d had to find another wife quickly and had ended up with Allyson
and her mother.

His family was broke. Not just that they
couldn’t afford to take long vacations in the Pairs, but that the house in
France had been sold off to pay the taxes on the house here in the States. As
well as any other property they had. This house and the jet were all they had
left. And now that he was under review again for something at work, he wasn’t
drawing a pay check either. As much as he wanted to blame this on Allyson, he couldn’t,
not really. They were broke when he married the first time, and that wife had
been killed.

He’d had nothing to do with her death. It
just happened and because it had happened in a building that had lax security
systems in place, he’d sued. With the double insurance pay off and the
settlement, he’d done very well. But the money hadn’t lasted nearly as long as
he thought it should have. It might have if he didn’t have to have so much fun,
and having fun to Lance was what it was all about.

Then he’d married the second time to
Paula Cross. She was a cow, but a rich one. After about six months of marriage,
he started giving her a little something extra in her tea. He had thought that cyanide
would have worked faster, but it hadn’t, and he’d increased the dosage several
times over the ensuing months only to have it be for nothing. Then she’d had a
stroke, and they’d run all sorts of tests and found that her liver was bad, and
a great many other things. Had he just waited, she would have died on her own,
but they marked her down as suicide because she had to have known that she was
dying, and he didn’t get shit, but a great many hospital bills that were still
unpaid. Her rich fuck of a daddy wouldn’t help either, because he never
believed his daughter, his precious little girl, would do such a thing to
herself. He had on his list of new wives to find with no daddies in the way. If
there was, he’d take care of them before they were married.

“Are you listening to me?” He looked at
his mother and stood up. No, he hadn’t been, and he didn’t want to now. He had
other things to do, and if he stayed here with her a minute longer, he wasn’t
going to be responsible for what happened to her. Well, he would, but he wasn’t
going to take blame for it. He pulled his coat on and grabbed his cell phone.

“I’m going to go and get the little
bitch and bring her back here. You want to be helpful, why don’t you plan a
nice small, little wedding for us for when I get back. Even if I have to drug
the cunt, we’ll be married. Then, when the time is right, she’ll meet with an
untimely death…or I should say
timely
death
like her predecessors
did.” He stopped at the doorway. “You might want to find us another wifey for
me, too. I have a feeling that we’re going to need a tad more than this one is
going to bring us with the way my job is going.”

He was driving to the airstrip when his
phone rang. He didn’t recognize the number, but thinking it could be the
police, he answered. He snarled at the woman on the other end when she launched
into a tirade about how his hospital bills were about to be turned over to a
collection agency. And that she’d give him a nice little discount if he paid
right now, while she had him on the phone. He told her to fuck off and hung up.

The pilot eyed him when he ran up the
stairs. He was sure that he was pissed about the last two checks that had
bounced.
Well, fucktard, when you demand payment from a broke fuck like me,
you should ask for cash.
He settled into his seat and waited for him to say
something. If he did, Lance was going to come up out of his chair and kill the
man; he was that close to the edge. The pilot moved to the front of the plane
and announced that they were in line to be able to take off. It should be only
a few more minutes.

Lance knew after sitting without moving
for the better part of two hours that his pilot was doing this on purpose. He
had no one to send up front to make him get going, and if he got up to do it
himself, it would be a defeat. So Lance watched some of the movie that was
playing and did a little pretend work on his phone, which mostly consisted of
him playing a game. When the plane moved, he put it away and tried to appear as
relaxed as possible. He would win this round if it killed him.

They landed in Ohio two hours later. He
had no idea how long it should have taken, but he was so pissed by the time he
got off the plane that one word from anyone would have had him in prison for
murder. He went to the desk to ask if there was a car for him to rent.

After forty-five minutes of trying to
get the woman to just simply give him the car, that he was good for the money,
he gave up and went to find a taxi. Apparently, his credit card company had
closed his account. Fucking assholes. He hated everyone right now. When he
cleared the checks from the death of Allyson he was going to shove it up all
their asses and hope it hurts. Christ, his head hurt.

The ride cost him over twenty bucks. He
wished now that he’d stayed home and that he’d never heard of Allyson Lacey. But
for Christ’s sake, he needed just one break, just one thing to go right, and
hoped to hell that the police station had some good news. But, of course, the
man he needed to speak to was gone for the day.

The only thing he could afford was the
cheapest hotel he could find in the worst part of town. He called his mother
and told her that he needed money. He had to wait for five full minutes for her
to stop laughing before she asked him if he thought she could shit him some.
This day was becoming a real fuck up, and his mother was being a real cunt.

“Sell something. I don’t care what it is,
but I need money. How the hell am I supposed to make my wife come back to me if
I can’t even get her back to the airport but on my fucking back? Right now, I
don’t even have enough money to eat, much less buy a soda from the vending
machine.” He waited for her to say something, and when she did, he wasn’t sure
she was going to be around much longer. He was most definitely going to shoot
her when he returned.

“I’ll sell something of yours. I’ll take
some of those suits you have in the closet wasting space. You have more than
you can wear in a month. And where would you even wear them? You have no job.” She
went on to list other things of his she could sell. He finally hung up when she
mentioned his cufflink collection. If she even thought of selling that, he’d
walk back to Nevada and strangle her.

He heard from her over three hours
later. She’d actually sold his cufflinks. “I’m sending you half of what I got
for them. And the other is going for my hair. I’ve not had it done in months
and people are beginning to talk.”

Lance was sure that his mother’s lack of
hair style was going around the circuit like a wave at a football game. When he
asked her how much she’d gotten, she pretended not to have heard him. He was
almost afraid to go to the local drugstore and find out. An hour later he was
watching the clerk count out fourteen hundred dollars to him. Far less than he’d
paid for even one of his sets. No more threats, he was most assuredly going to
murder her.

~~~

“He’s behind in his taxes as well as his
credit card bills and all his utilities. The only thing he’s not behind on is
his cell phone but that’s past due and about ready for another payment. If he doesn’t
pay, who knows? And also the insurance policy he has on you.” Ally looked at
Keith as he spoke.

“On me?” Ally said. “Why does he have a
policy on me?” Keith looked at Alistair, so she knew something was wrong. “What
is it? Please tell me. I don’t want something to happen to you all since you
have it in your head that I’m not leaving here. So spill it.”

“Did you know that your ex-husband was
married twice before?” Alistair asked. She nodded. “What did you know about
them?”

Ally looked at Keith, then at Alistair.
“He said that his first wife, Delia was killed in a building where the security
was lax and he sued them. His second wife, I don’t remember her name, died of a
heart attack. He said she was overweight and didn’t take care of herself. Why?”

“His second wife was Paula Cross-Isaac.
Her father, Marcus Cross, thinks that Lance was poisoning her.” She sat back in
the chair and tried to think why Alistair would even think this when he
continued. “I know that you probably don’t believe me, but it’s true. Ryland
just spoke to him about an hour ago, right after we talked to Keith.”

She looked down at the papers that Keith
had handed her when she’d first come in the office. She’d been embarrassed
because Alistair was dressed in a suit and she was still wearing his boxers and
a shirt that was miles too big for her. At least she had a bra on now. She picked
up the folder and looked at the papers inside of it again.

“You think that he’s paying my policy so
that when he gets me back he’ll kill me in some horrific way and collect. Makes
sense, I suppose, but it won’t work if we’re not married, will it? I mean, why
would anyone believe that he’s paying an insurance company on a policy on me
when we’re not even married?”

“He can take out an insurance policy on
whomever he wants. So long as he has nothing to do with the death and he pays
the premiums he can collect. Marrying you or being married to you makes little
difference, so long as he has all the information that they require. But like I
said, he has to make all the payments.” She looked at Alistair, suddenly very
afraid. “Getting you back to him? I would imagine that he’d have control when
you died rather than it happening later.”

“He told me when he first hit me the
first time that he was under a lot of stress. He said he had a great many bills
that his wife had acquired when she’d fallen ill. Then, there was the problem
he was having at work.” She looked at Keith this time. “I don’t suppose you know
what that was about, do you?”

Alistair cleared his throat, and she
looked at him. “He hit his secretary this time. Before her there were five more
that he supposedly hurt. But they dropped the charges after the thing went
public. Then, after he was brought before the board on ethics charges, he was told
there was some missing money from the firm where he works, as well. They have
since suspended his license to practice law in Nevada.”

“Danielle Smart, right?” He nodded. “He
told me that she tried to tell his boss that he’d made advances toward her. Although
I have no idea why he’d think anyone would want to sleep with him. He’s selfish
in bed and doesn’t care about his partner.”

Ally flushed when she realized what she’d
said. Keith started to laugh but turned it into a cough when Alistair looked at
him. She felt sorry for him and stood up to pace.

“I’m not going to tell you again that
you should just let me go away. When he gets here, you have to know that he has
a temper and that he’s going to be mad. I’d rather not get you hurt again.”

“You didn’t in the first place. A man
bent on killing a circuit court judge did, and he didn’t hurt me thanks to you.”
She nodded at him but not really paying any attention. She was trying to think
about something that Lance had said to her a long while back.

“He told me once that when the chips
were down he could always depend on his backup plan. What do you suppose he
meant by that?” She looked at them both. “You think he has money stashed
somewhere?”

“Doubtful. But he might. I’ll keep
looking.” Keith stood up to leave and then looked at his brother. “You owe me.”

Alistair stared at him for a long moment,
and she thought there was something going on that he wasn’t happy about. When
he nodded, Keith put his laptop down and pulled her to him. She was so startled
that she wrapped her arms around him to keep from falling. He held her without
saying anything. Then he reached down and kissed her forehead. Smiling, he
picked up his things and left without a word. She looked at Alistair.