Vigil (12 page)

“Well, someone pointed out to me it might be a good idea to keep a few on me,” he said, sounding amused. The head of his cock pressed against my aching slit. “Have to admit it’s handy. I can push right into your pussy now. Would you like me to do that?”

“Mmm hmm.” He was teasing the hell out of me here. He had to ask?

“This will be the last time, though.”

“What?” I didn’t understand.

He inched into my body, his thick, thick penis starting to fill me up again. “I won’t be able to do you like this, anymore, Cecily.”

I still didn’t understand, but he felt so damned good. I pressed my hips into him, taking more of him into me, feeling how sweetly he stretched me open.

“Don’t take this from me,” he said, his voice raw. He pushed the rest of the way in.

I let out a cry.

He began to stroke. “Please don’t take this.”

I gasped. He was huge and thick, and he felt amazing. “Take what?”

“You,” he said. “Me. Us. If you expose Vigil, I’ll never… we’ll never… You write about him, you kill him.”

He found my clit again, and he touched it as he rocked in and out of me.

I was swimming in bliss. My whole body felt like it was surrounded by nothing but goodness.

“You aren’t going to write the article,” he rasped. “You like the way it feels for me to fuck you as much as I like doing it.”

“I…” I moaned.

His fingers slid over my clit, urging me on. I felt my climax beginning to build inside me.

He was right, wasn’t he? There was no connection between us when he wasn’t in this costume. Everything that was explosively good about being with him was because he was Vigil. When he was dressed this way,
this
happened between us. And I didn’t want to give it up. I didn’t want to give
him
up.

I began to twitch, my orgasm coming on me.

“You’re going to come for me, Cecily,” he murmured. “And you’re going to admit you’re not writing anything.”

I moaned. “I’m not going to write it.”

“Of course you’re not,” he agreed.

“No,” I gasped.

“Are you going to come soon?”

I groaned.

“Say it, Cecily,” he said in a soft voice, “tell me when I’m making you come.”

“Now,” I bit out. “Now. I’m coming.”

He sighed in satisfaction. “Good.”

And it took me, wrenching my rapture out of me. I arced and convulsed around him, shaking violently as I climaxed on his cock. “Vigil,” I whimpered.

“Very good,” he breathed, his fingers moving away from my clit.

His strokes slowed, but he didn’t stop. His body pressed against mine from behind. He kissed my neck, the bottom of my ear.

I twisted to put my mouth on his.

He kissed me thoroughly. He sighed. “Good. So good.”

“Yes,” I murmured.

“I think I can keep going.” He sounded almost surprised about that. “Is that okay?”

“Uh huh.”

He groaned into my flesh. “You feel amazing. I don’t ever want to stop fucking you.”

“Vigil?” I said, feeling bold.

“Hmm?”

“I… I want it to be easier to kiss you. Can we… can we switch positions?”

He stiffened behind me. “Oh god Cecily.” His forehead rested against the back of my neck. “I don’t know if I can.”

What did he mean by that? Why wouldn’t he be able to have sex facing me?

Then I remembered the first time in my room, the way he’d turned my head, telling me not to look at him.

What was that all about?

He kissed the top of my spine. “What the hell? Everything with you is different.” He kissed the nape of my neck. “Let’s try it.”

And abruptly, he was no longer inside me. I made a disappointed noise, feeling suddenly empty. I let go of the railing.

He turned me so that I faced him. He kissed me. His hands ran over my body, cupping my breasts, my ass. And then, without warning, he swung me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom.

He lay me down on the bed, and he crawled over me.

My legs fell apart. He knelt between them.

I touched his chest. I dragged my hand over the hard muscles of his stomach.

He kissed each of my nipples. He kissed my lips. He kissed my temple. “Close your eyes,” he rumbled.

I did. But I wanted to be able to look at him. I started to say that, to tell him that I needed to see him.

But he was prodding his way back inside me, and he was so, so big.

In this position, there was less room for him, and he didn’t fit in quite as easily.

I made a little noise as I struggled to accommodate him.

His lips on my eyebrow. “You okay?”

“Uh huh,” I managed. “You’re just big.”

“Mmm, you do a very good job at taking me, baby.” He kissed me. “Taking all of me.”

I gasped at the term of endearment. He’d never called me that before, and I liked it.

I opened my eyes.

He was looking down at me. His eyes were so blue.

And I felt shattered in that moment, under his gaze. I felt so connected to him, open beneath him, jammed full of his thick cock, his chest pressed against my naked body.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

I touched his face.

He shut his eyes. A shiver went through his body, and he went stock still over me, not moving, not breathing.

I wasn’t sure what to do, so I didn’t move either.

We both lay frozen together for several seconds.

But then he kissed me again, his mouth fierce on mine. And suddenly, he was driving himself in and out of me, piercing me deep with every stroke.

Shit. He was going to make me come again if he kept up like that. I was going to have an orgasm just from his cock. I moaned.

“I want to be inside you forever, Cecily,” he muttered against my mouth. “Forever.”

Augh. That sounded fine to me.

* * *

I rolled over in bed, only to find myself in the circle of Vigil’s arms. He was wrapped around me, his hulking form taking up most of the bed, even though it was a queen size. He mumbled in his sleep, tightening his hold on me.

My heart skipped a beat.

I hadn’t expected him to be here when I woke up. We’d fallen asleep together, our limbs entwined, but I’d thought he’d wake up before me and sneak away.

But he was here. Waking up with me in this bed as if he was a normal man, and we were a normal couple, when we were anything but that.

Hell, I wasn’t even sure if we were a couple. I knew that I couldn’t have anything resembling an official relationship with Vigil. We couldn’t go to the movies or go out to dinner. He’d look a little out of place in his outfit. He’d draw unwanted attention.

The problem was that I was really starting to want things like that. The way we’d made love last night had been intense. Something powerful had passed between us, and I knew he’d felt it too.

I propped myself up on the bed, looking down at him. His mask was a little bit askew on his face, and it was uneven against his nose. Was it uncomfortable? He seemed to be sleeping through it.

He couldn’t go anywhere with me in this costume. But now I knew who he was underneath it.

I hated the idea of Callum Rutherford. I hated everything about him. And even though I knew that Vigil was Callum Rutherford under that mask, it still seemed to me like they were separate people.

But that wasn’t true. Underneath his outfit, Vigil was Callum. And if he could make love to me the way he had last night, then there must be more to Callum than I thought. I wasn’t giving him enough credit. I needed to give him a chance. I couldn’t have a boyfriend who wore a mask.

All I could have with Vigil was sex.

And I desperately wanted more.

I took a deep breath, and carefully, slowly, I pulled the mask away from his face.

He stirred a little.

There he was. Callum’s flawless, rich boy features peered up at me.

This was the man I’d made love to last night. As much as it didn’t feel like it was true, it was.

His eyes fluttered open.

I tried to smile at him. It was strange to see his face like that.

His hand went to his forehead. “Where is it?” he said in a tight voice. “Where’s the mask?”

I held it up. “I only thought that we should—”

He snatched it away from me and pulled it back over his face. He sat up, extricating his body from mine.

I was suddenly aware of how naked I was, and how covered he was.

I pulled a sheet over my breasts.

His feet were on the floor. His back was to me. His voice was a dark threat. “Did you take it off or did it fall off while I was sleeping?”

I hugged the sheets tighter. “Does it matter?”

He didn’t say anything.

“It’s only that it’s a little silly, isn’t it? I know who you are now,” I said.

“You don’t understand. I wear this so I don’t have to be Callum Rutherford. So, I don’t think it’s silly, no.”

I twisted the sheets between my fingers. “Well, you
are
Callum Rutherford. No matter what you’re wearing.”

He turned to me. “You hate Callum.”

“I’ll try not to,” I said. “I don’t actually know him. You. I don’t know
you
.”

He caught my chin with one hand. “You do know me. You know me better than anyone. You named me. You brought me to life. You’re the only one who knows me.”

I parted my lips, trying to think of how to respond.

But he was across the bed before I had the chance, pressing me down into the pillows, his mouth on mine, his body settling against mine. The length of him pressed into me, and it made me feel warm and weak.

I kissed him back, running my hands over his back, over his muscular ass. His body was perfection.

His lips moved from my lips to my jaw, my neck.

I gasped. “We shouldn’t do that, Vigil. We shouldn’t splinter your personality like that. It doesn’t sound healthy.”

“I don’t care,” he said, his mouth moving over my collarbone. He was peeling the sheets away from my flesh, uncovering me.

My body felt loose and languid. God. I wanted him again. “You’re only one person.”

He bared my breasts. He closed his lips around my nipple.

I cried out.

“Whatever one person I am right now,” he said, “I’m yours.”

* * *

Three orgasms later, Vigil tried the door to my room and found it locked. He laughed helplessly against the door. “Trapped in my own house.”

Was it his house? When he was Vigil, did he think of himself as owning the things that Callum owned? Oh, hell, this was all too fucked up for words. I was an idiot to be part of it at all. I needed to start thinking with my head instead my… well.

He grinned at me. “I promised you breakfast, and I’m going to get it for you.”

I was lying on the bed, amid the scattered pillows. I was kind of starving, but I didn’t want to admit it, because once I did, we were going to have to broach the subject that he couldn’t eat breakfast with me in his Vigil suit. There was something too weird about that.

Maybe I could reconcile the sex part. After all, people sometimes liked to use costumes for kinky little sex games. We could call the Vigil costume that, and maybe it wasn’t that weird.

(Okay, it was, but…)

Eating breakfast dressed in spandex with a mask obscuring his face, though? That was crossing a line somehow.

“I’ll swing out the window,” he said. “And I’ll be back.”

I bit my lip. “You’ll be back, or… Callum will?”

He hesitated.

“You can’t eat breakfast with me as Vigil. It’s obscene.”

“No,” he said. “The way we were with each other yesterday morning when I wasn’t in costume.
That
was obscene.”

“It’ll be different,” I said.

He swallowed.

* * *

While he was gone, I took a shower, and then I put on the news when I was getting dressed. I wasn’t a big fan of watching the news on TV, preferring to get my news from the paper, but I didn’t have a paper, so I had to make do.

Yesterday, I’d spent the day vegging, not keeping up with current events. I needed to check in quickly, just to see what was going on in the world.

Not to mention the fact that being cooped up here had kept me from checking in at
The Sun-Times
. Even though I had the weekend off, I usually swung by the offices on my days off. The news moved fast, and being away for too long could mean missing something very important.

I found a local news network, but the minute I tuned in, my stomach turned over.

“…found last night with this message carved into her skin: ‘Keeping vigil?’” said a woman in a blue suit, her expression grave. “Clearly, this is meant for the masked vigilante that has been calling himself Vigil. The Phantom’s attempt to kill girls has been thwarted by Vigil until last night.”

A picture flashed on the screen of a seedy pub on the dock.

The woman’s voice continued. “This is the club where twenty-two-year-old Janis Lansky was found last night. Her legs were cut off, as is The Phantom’s M.O. Ms. Lansky worked as a dancer, and is survived by two small children.”

I felt cold and clammy all over. Last night?

So while Vigil was fucking me, The Phantom was killing another girl.

“Our correspondent, Tim Matthias is on the scene,” said the woman on the screen. “Tim, what can you tell us?”

“Not much, Sheila,” said Tim. “The police are still working on locking down the crime scene. Ms. Lansky was found this morning by a coworker. She had been brought back to her place of employment and put on some kind of display, but we don’t have any more information on it than that.”

“This is just a horrible thing,” said Sheila. Now the screen was split between them.

“Oh, absolutely tragic,” said Tim. “And I think the question on everyone’s minds is, ‘Where was Vigil?’”

“This is prompting conversation from all over the city on whether it’s a good thing for us to be dependent on a masked madman to save us from another masked madman,” said Sheila. “Is Vigil keeping us safe, or is he simply egging men like The Phantom on?”

“We have to ask the question if we’d have someone like The Phantom if it weren’t for Vigil,” said Tim.

The door to my room opened.