Trust Game (22 page)

Reese

My foot is tapping, along with my pen. I watch the clock, waiting for Sarge to come back from lunch. Since completely losing my shit in Everett’s office yesterday
, I’ve been battling to regain my strength and wits.

I’m not ashamed for fucking in his office. We
’re a couple now, and it was tantalizing. I’m angry that I feel this petrified of losing him.

Sarge starts past my door.

“Sarge,” I shout. He backs up and peers in.

“Wha
tcha need?”

“I need to speak to you in private, preferably in your office.”

“OK, come on down.”

Sitting
in front of him with all the evidence I have so far, I take a drawn out breath, closing my eyes in the process. I have less than an hour before Ev is due back.

“Reese, relax. How bad can it be?”

“I found the error, and it’s bad.” The tears fill my eyes in an instant, so I swallow hard and blink them away. Get it together, Reese.

“Damn, Reese, tell me.”

“I stumbled upon something hidden in my office … Krystal’s office. I believe she did something terribly wrong and illegal.”

He’s taking a drawn out breath now
.

“Tell me everything.”

“I found this checkbook and key.” I slide them across his desk. “I believe the key is to a post office box, which I’m sure would’ve been closed out. The checkbook is what threw up the red flag. It had a company name on it called Castle Clean Supplies and Services.

“The register was filled out with deposits
that went back fourteen months before Krystal’s death. I checked the system, and that name is set up as a vendor, yet there isn’t a valid address or phone number, and there was no W-9 submitted.”

He sighs a weight of air and runs his hands down his face. “Did we pay out checks to this business?”

“Yes, we did, several times a month. Everett told me when I started that Krystal signed the checks with a signature stamp. He also said no one checked her work. She couldn’t have had a better set-up to embezzle from Casteel.”

“Son of a bitch. So, you think she stole ninety-thousand dollars?”

“The last balance she wrote in the checkbook was around a hundred and ten thousand dollars.”

“How?” he asks anxiously.

“Remember, I said they went back fourteen months. She was doing it the last quarter of the prior year, but she didn’t take much.

“Since there wasn’t a dramatic increase in profits the year of her death, the ninety thousand was obvious.”
I swallow hard, feeling like I’m betraying Everett from the accusation alone.

“I believe she did this, but Sarge, I swear
I hope I’m wrong.”

“I’m stunned, Reese. Everett is the only one in our family who ever liked Krystal, but I never thought she was capable of something this dishonest.”

“It’s a big risk, embezzling that much. I mean, the IRS took notice and is suspicious as to why Casteel reported so much less that year. Maybe she projected bigger profits and didn’t think anyone would miss it.”

His face is now red as fire, the veins in his neck bulging.
“Everett is loyal and trusting, so he believed her to be, as well. Have you mentioned this to him?”

“No. I’m sorry to dump this on you, but I need help in proving I’m
wrong.” I look away from him. “I believe he’ll leave me if she’s innocent, and I accuse her of this, but I also fear I could lose him if I’m right.”

Sarge flips open and looks through the checkbook.

“Good grief, this is big. So, what now? What can I do?”

“
Since I’m not on any of the bank accounts, I need you to get us copies of the checks we paid out to this Castle Clean. I’ll give you a list of the check numbers. We have to see who cashed them.”

I point to the ch
eckbook he is staring at. “That account is through a different bank, and I happen to know someone employed there.

“I hate to ask her to break the rules, but this is serious, so I’m going to put pressure on her for some kind of information.
Please, I’m begging you not to tell Everett yet.”

“Hell no
, I won’t tell him. Ev knows she wasn’t a good person and that their marriage was shit, but without proof, he’d never believe she would betray him to this disagree.

“My family thought Krystal might leave Everett back then. She had a high and mighty attitude, always acting like Everett wasn’t good enough. We could never understand it, and the way she cut him down burned me up.” Sarge is turning redder as this news sinks in.

“Like I said, I hope there is another explanation, but if so, I haven’t the slightest idea what it could be.”

***

“Are you sure you can’t see out of that blindfold?” Everett asks as he walks me through his yard. I’m
utterly disoriented and working hard at not tripping over my own feet.

“When I topple you with my body, which is going to happen if you don’t slow down, you will believe that I can’t see out of this thing.

“If this is a ploy for kinkier sex, all you had to do was ask. I don’t mind if you blindfold me, so you don’t have to get me used to the idea first.”

I run right into Everett’s body and almost lose my footing. “Why did you stop?”

His mouth is on mine, devouring it to the point I can hardly get my breath. He finally comes up for air and grabs my hand before he’s shoving it against his erection.

“Feel what you do to me every time that sweet and naughty mouth of yours opens. You need a punishment for putting me through this every fucking day.”

I burst into laughter, unable to control it.

“This is not funny. It’s painful at times, having a hard-on for you all damn day.”
He rubs my hand against his jeans a few times until he’s groaning with frustration.

“I’m sorry.” I zip my mouth closed, tryi
ng to rid the grin I’m wearing. “Do I not get my surprise now?”

“You’re getting it, and then I’m taking the one you just offered up, young lady.” Everett begins pulling
me behind him again, and my muscles clench, imagining him touching me while I wear this blindfold.

“O
K, this is all yours.” He pulls the blindfold over my head, and in front of me is a dirt bike. It’s green, white and black, and there is gear laying over and around it, everything color coordinated.

“You bought all this for me?”

“You said you wanted to keep learning, so you need a bike and gear your size for safety.”

“I love it!” My arms fly around his neck before I’m leaning up and planting
a sloppy, wet kiss on his cheek. Everett’s hands wrap around my waist as he gives me a proud grin.

“I’m glad you’re happy with it.”

“I love the colors, too.”

“They match
your eyes. When you wear green, they’re even more vivid … luring me in, and I don’t mind. Not–one–damn–bit.”

Lips ever so lightly brush across mine, and m
y heart flutters from the sexually charged energy that constantly flows between us.

In the beat of a smile, touch … intense look,
an unrelenting urge to push the boundaries and explore the taboo, erotic parts of the other is set into motion.

H
is powerful hand slides over my ass, squeezing tight, while his erection gives away his libidinous thoughts. My breath catches against his hovering lips.

“
Dammit, Reese, how do you do this to me in a split-second?” The pressure on my ass increases as his other hand grips my chin and holds it firmly, his hooded eyes boring into my soul.

“I
’m giving you a lesson, but then we’re going to experience something new together.” Releasing me, Everett distracts us as much as possible from the scratching desire.

The next couple of hours are awesome
. He gives me another lesson, and we ride together. In his element, his intelligence shines through as he teaches me.

When all the guys come to ride, I will be smokin’ their a
sses, leaving them in the dust. I learn and ride, feeling free and forgetting what is imminent.

Everett

Every time Reese tears off her
helmet and shakes out that blonde hair of hers, my dick aches. She’s hot as hell riding and was confident from the get go. Eager to learn, she’s picking it up fast, and the guys will not see it coming.

Jess, who used to ride professionally, is really going to hate me for dating Reese once he sees her geared up, squeezing that throttle. Damn, I have to get her inside.

“Don’t stick that pouty lip out at me. I will bite it,” I say.

“But I’m enjoying this, and it’s beautiful this
evening.”

“I’ve been tortured the last two hours, watching you grip t
hat damn clutch and throttle, so suck it up, buttercup. It’s time for a different kind of lesson and thrill.” That stirred the heat in her eyes. They’re tilted up at me as her pout turns into a sexy but timid smile.

Not wanting it to get wet, Reese puts her hair up
before we shower. As tempting as it is to take her right here, I wait. She’s nervous, uncertain of what is to come, and I’m letting that anticipation build.

She wanders into the bedroom before me and finishes drying off. Creeping up behind her, I run a hand down her arm and gently kiss the back of her neck. “It’s playtime.” My lips trail across her shoulder.

“What are we playing?”

“A s
ensory game. Mmm …” I inhale her fruity scent before I take her black silk scarf and bring it up in front of her. “It’s time to put this back on.”

Her posture shoots up as she sucks in air.

“Have you ever not felt good when we’re intimate?” I ask.

“No.”

“Then relax. I’ve got you.”

“I’m not scared … I’m excited.”

Her words momentarily have oxygen catching in my diaphragm. I tie the scarf around her head and force the air from my lungs. “When will my naughty girl stop surprising me? I hope never. The foot of the bed is right in front of you. Take two steps forward and put your palms on it.”

Reese does as I ask, her ass now sticking out toward me. Oh, yes. “Now, climb up onto the bed and crawl forward. When you reach the pillows, lie on your back.”

As if she knows she’s giving me a show, she prowls up the center of the bed, and I swear I hear a fucking purr. I’m starting to have doubt that I’ll get to the end of this without erupting.

Going to my closet, I find the so
ft restraints. When I reach the bed, I watch her chest move at the speed of her beating heart.

Picking up her hand, I undo the Velcro on one of the bands and wrap it around her wrist. “I’m tying you to the
bed. These restraints are soft.”

I secure the strap to the bedpost b
efore moving to the other side. After repeating the process with her ankles, I stand back and marvel at the view. My dick pulses against my abs, signaling for me to hurry the fuck up.

“You’re a
n exquisite piece of art, but it’s impossible to admire and not touch.” Reese gives the restraints a tug. “You’re not getting out of those on your own, but I’m glad you’re already using your senses. Do you feel the fabric tighten against your wrists and hear the straps as they run across the bedpost?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to pick which sense you want to activate, and I will produce the stimuli.” I can’t say it without snickering, knowing she’s going to have some witty remark.

“
Were you a science major? You sure seem to know what you’re doing. Are you certain you haven’t done this before? Where did the restraints come from?”

“
Geez, you need to relax. I ordered them after you cooperated with the zip tie, and no, I haven’t done this before. I happen to spend a lot of hours in the day fantasizing about all the different ways I can provide you pleasure. Pick a sense, and you can ask me to add a new one whenever you want.”

“Touch
.”

Straddling her on the bed, I start at her belly button and circle it with my tongue. Her taut stomach flinches
and wrists pull the restraints. My tongue drags up her sweet, smooth skin, reaching a nipple.

L
atching on, I graze it with my teeth until it’s freed from my lips. Reese’s body thrashes right and left as the inability to touch me begins wearing down her patience. I do this a few times before I’m sucking hard on her tits.

“Sound,” she says anxiously.

I can’t help but chuckle. “What’s wrong? Couldn’t you hear my mouth at work?”

“Yes, but what you’re doing is
driving me crazy.”

Moving my body forward, I plant a hand on each side of her head and lean to her ear.

“You might as well get used to my mouth. It’s going to be on a lot of places, especially where it’s warm and wet.”

My tongue swirls around her ear, and I feel he
r breath on my neck, stimulating my senses, along with my engorged cock. “Was that enough sound?”

“I want to taste
you, sir,” she pleads.
Dammit
, that word. My tongue plunges into her mouth, and her head lifts off the pillow as if we’re not close enough.

I cup her face
and hold it closer to mine, so I can sweep her mouth aggressively. My cock is shoving against her pelvis as I straddle and lean over. The temptation of slipping it right into her flits through my mind.

“Can I
taste your cock, sir?”

“
Shit
. No, Reese. I’ll end up coming in your mouth.”

“That’s what I want.”
She sucks in a brisk breath, blowing it out of those swollen, quivering lips. “I want to experience having no control over how you fuck my mouth.”

My hands release her face, palms slamming to the mattress on each side of her head. “
Fuuuck
, I could come all over you right now. I’m going to get hard every day, recalling that sentence and how your full lips divulged it while that scarf was wrapped tightly around you. You’re shameless.”

“And you love it.”

“Hell, yes.” The guttural growl forms at my core, building upward, as I move my knees to each side of her head. I fasten my hands over the headboard, and when I look down and see her parted mouth, I have to snap my eyelids shut to keep from coming undone.

I grapple for restraint as I open them back up and guide my
throbbing cock between her lips. The growing growl roars from my throat as I inch in, trying to acclimate her to it before I do as she asked.
Fuck. Her. Mouth.

My knuckles are white, and it signals a thought as I pull back, bringing the tip to
her lips. “Your hand is restrained right at the headboard. Tap your knuckles on it if you need me to pull out. Otherwise, I’ll be going faster and deeper until I explode.”

Pushing back in, I set a steady pace, fighting the urgent need to thrust. She’s sucking, her tongue caressing
, as she hums against my hardness. I groan repeatedly, every suck squeezing me closer. I’m watching her face as this fantasy comes true.

The sight of her blindfolded, arms outstretched and tied up
, and my raging cock moving in and out of her mouth, make this the most erotic moment of my life.

I feel I could splinter the wood apart on my bed from the grip I have on it as each rub of her wet, smoldering mouth brings me closer to erupting.

Knowing I’m close, I increase my momentum, thrusting deeper. The moans against my dick make the desire to drive into her ferocious.

Self-restraint falls to the wayside when an orgasm begins to claim me. I thrust my hips forward and throw my head back, burying to her throat before my cock is pulsing and coming into her mouth.

The thundering groan rips from my vocal cords, her name riding the wave in a hiss before I quickly pull out, not wanting to hurt her.

I he
ar her swallow and gasp for air, so I move back down to her hips. “Are you OK?” I ask.

“Yes, and that was hot.”

I shake my head in disbelief. “You’re something else, naughty girl, but you’re my something else.”

“Sight. I want to see the smile I know you’re brandishing.”

Reaching out, I pull the blindfold off her head.

“Fine by me. This way, you can watch me lick you wildly.” Reese blushes before I
glide my tongue up the backside of each arm. She pulls on every restraint, a whimpering whine telling that the sensation is too much.

Slithering
down her body, I shift in between her silky legs and waste no time. Her pussy is wet and blazing to my tongue, and the urge to taste her is overwhelming, so I begin to stroke and flick. Her hips thrust upward, and a moan is set free simultaneously.

M
y control is broken.

I
fuck her with my tongue and rub her clit with my thumb until her body stiffens, the pleasure taking her prisoner like she has taken me.