I hiked my ass in the air and leaned over into Hendrix’s personal space. I quickly undid his belt and cupped my hands around the bulge in his pants, so the man wouldn’t be able to see that I wasn’t actually doing anything.
“Fuck, Darby!” His hips shifted and the stitching on his jeans rubbed against my nose. “I don’t think that’ll be a chore.”
I swallowed and tried to remember that I was doing it to avoid getting caught by Ricky.
A few seconds later and a knock sounded at my window. Hendrix shoved his hand into my hair and pushed my head down farther. “Here we go.”
I heard the window go down and then a deep chuckle from the man outside. Hendrix grunted. “Don’t stop, baby.”
He bucked his hips into my face again and moaned before addressing the man. “Man, I’m a little busy.”
The guy mumbled something and my nerves got the best of me. If he didn’t believe me, the gig could be up.
I moaned and bobbed my head up and down, careful not to show the truth to the man. I made lip smacking sounds and then came up high enough to talk. “Get rid of him, daddy. I need you.”
It was impossible to miss the hardening of his dick. I would’ve laughed if we’d been anywhere more suitable for it.
“You’ve got yourself a little hellcat, huh. How much she cost?”
Hendrix’s hand tightened in my hair and he growled out an answer. “Don’t matter, buddy. I’m not going to be finished for a long time.”
“Come on, man. She sounds like she’s about to suck your dick right off your body. I want a taste.”
The same time I felt a meaty hand land on my ass and squeeze, I heard the sound of a gun cocking.
“I don’t share. Get your fucking hand off of her.”
My heart kicked up and I swore, if we got out of there, I was going to learn to have a little more fun in life. I needed to live at least a bit before I got killed on a case.
“Jesus, man. Is she a hooker or your fucking wife?”
“To you, right now, she may as well be my fucking wife. Touch her again and I blow a hole in you. Got it?”
“Fuck you. There’s plenty of trap around here. You need to get the fuck out of this alley, though. Personal property.”
Hendrix smoothly switched the vehicle into drive. “Why didn’t you just say so? Hang on, baby.”
I gasped as he turned back onto the street and I face planted into his lap. It was about the same as face planting into pavement. He was still rock hard. I fought the momentum sending me into his lap and managed to get back to my seat.
Hendrix looked over at me as I was straightening my glasses and shoving my hair out of my face. He groaned. “That was a terrible idea.”
I buckled my seatbelt and sent him an eye roll. “You didn’t just get your ass manhandled by that pervert. Or get a mouthful of blue jeans. Jesus. I think I have the outline of you on my face.”
“‘Daddy’? Really? You went straight for it, didn’t you?”
My cheeks heated and a short burst of laughter escaped my mouth. “I don’t want that to be mentioned ever again.”
He pulled into a restaurant a few blocks over and got out. I watched as he tipped his head back and stared up at the rooftops. When he got back in, there was a boyish grin on his face. “Wanna climb a little?”
I couldn’t say no. I’d just gotten very familiar with his crotch and still I wanted him. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He pulled me along behind him until we found a roof access ladder. He boosted me up first and then climbed behind me. I could feel his gaze on my ass and it made me climb faster. I was paranoid that it wasn’t a great angle for me.
Halfway up a thought occurred to me. “Hey, Hendrix?”
“What?”
“Let’s say the stalker is still watching me. Why wouldn’t he tip Ricky off to what we’re doing?”
“I haven’t seen anyone tailing us and I’ve been watching. I guess it’s always possible. If that’s the case, you know how to jump from rooftop to rooftop, right?”
I froze. “That’s not funny, Hendrix. What if we get trapped up here? It was a bad idea. Come on, let’s go back down.”
Hendrix didn’t move so I started trying to go back down, around him. Only when my ass bumped his forehead did I still and let out a pathetic whimper.
“I think I’m a little afraid of heights, Hendrix.”
“You can finish the climb up, Darby. I have three guns on me right now and a couple of switchblades. You’re safe. There will be no roof jumping. I swear.”
I felt my ass bump him again and groaned. “This is just awful. I never go high when I’m working. Now I know why. I don’t want to go up, Hendrix.”
He put his hand on my ass and stroked. “It’s okay. Just one step at a time. I’m right here.”
“You’re comforting my ass.”
“Yep.”
I climbed the first couple of steps to keep him from feeling my granny panties and the rest of the steps to keep him from catching up to me. By the time I got to the roof, I was short of breath and my thighs burned, but the view was stunning enough to make me forget.
When Hendrix cleared the ladder and stood next to me, I couldn’t help but throw my arms around his neck and press my lips against his. It’d been an exhilarating day.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and what was meant to be a light kiss immediately turned heavy. The adrenaline from everything was going to my head, apparently, because I hiked my leg around his thigh and pressed my core against him, needing to feel him. His hands were everywhere. He stroked my thigh, my side, and eventually my chest. He cupped my breast and moaned into my mouth.
“Hendrix…” I called his name, begging for I don’t know what. I just…wanted.
He grasped the back of my head in one hand and continued stroking his thumb over my pebbled nipples with the other. His mouth trailed down from my lips, teasing the skin just below my ear until I shivered against him. Then he nipped my earlobe and basically destroyed me by whispering in my ear. “How do you do this to me? It shouldn’t be this easy for you to completely control me.”
I rubbed against him shamelessly, searching for the release my body needed. Hendrix read my mind. He easily picked me up and carried me over to the half wall that surrounded the roof. He put me down on it and immediately tugged my hips until I was barely sitting, but mostly just caught on his body. He rocked against me, delivering friction straight to my core in just the right place.
I held on to his shoulders and bit my lip as heat started blossoming from my core, outwards. “Hendrix, don’t stop!”
His fingers dug into my hips as he held my body. His mouth found one of my nipples through my t-shirt and he bit down lightly before sucking it into his mouth, shirt and all. The sensation was too much. When I cried out and my back arched, Hendrix wrapped his arms around me and held me against him as I came down.
I could feel him, still rock hard against me. I wanted to return the favor. I reached forward and unbuttoned his pants. When I pushed them down slightly, his shaft escaped and stood, proudly, between us. I looked up at him with wide eyes and blew out a big breath. “Wow.”
He groaned as I wrapped my hand around him. “I’m not going to last long.”
I couldn’t stop watching the way his eyes flashed as I stroked my hand up and down him. The stormy blue color went nearly completely black before lightening again. He bit his bottom lip hard and then swore vividly before taking my mouth in a heated kiss.
I felt my own orgasm still lingering on my skin and sending shudders through my body as Hendrix groaned into my mouth and jerked in my hands. I had the overwhelming urge to drop to my knees in front of him and make what we were pretending to be doing earlier real. I felt in that moment a startling realization that there would be no getting it out of our systems. I’d just orgasmed and still, I wanted more.
Hendrix rested his head against mine and our breath mingled as we both panted. He still held me in his arms and made no move to let me go. “Jesus. That was almost embarrassing.”
I stroked my hand over him once more and grinned when he grunted. “It was hot.”
We kissed, slowly and leisurely, just exploring each other’s mouths and enjoying the moment. When it started getting heated again, Hendrix pulled back and shook his head at me.
“Come on. Let’s play spy for a little bit and then head home.”
We walked around the rooftop until we had the best viewpoint and then we watched. I knew I’d seen the girl coming and going more than once from the restaurant. She had to be there somewhere.
When the sun started setting, my post-orgasmic bliss had faded long before and I was feeling dejected. I’d hoped and prayed that she would show up. I knew that she was my last chance at the case. I could feel it. If I didn’t find her, Ricky was going to keep doing everything he was doing. The pimp with the fetish for hurting girls didn’t deserve to live, let alone continue his games. He had to be stopped.
A panicked feeling settled in my chest and I couldn’t shake it. It was the same feeling I’d had when Aaron and Thomas Gadberry had both walked free. It was the knowledge that someone’s life was in my hands and I was fucking it up. Thomas had never killed again after the trial, but that was not by my hand. Karma had stepped in and done what I hadn’t been able to. I didn’t think karma would do my job for me a second time.
“Let’s get back to the house, Darby.”
“Thirty more minutes, Hendrix.”
He sighed. “Twenty.”
“Fine.”
Twenty minutes came and went. Thirty minutes did the same. When it was creeping up on an hour, Hendrix finally demanded we leave. We hadn’t seen anything. We weren’t going to see anything.
I went back down the ladder, slower than I’d gone up, the weight of failure sitting heavy on my shoulders.