Chuck disconnect the phone call to Kip Sandova, one of the spotters who rode in AirChinook Search & Rescue and moonlighted on private missing person cases. Every single person he had out looking and questioning during the week while he worked weren't able to add any more leads to Rachel's case.

It was as if Erikka's sister vanished. One positive I.D. of her flying to Cabo and two rocks in a mailbox. That's all they had. Notus had found others with far less information, but for an abduction case, the pickings were slim. Usually, if the abductor was known to authorities, pieces of both lives slid together creating a bigger puzzle.

He leaned back in his office chair and stretched his arms, latching his fingers behind his head. Frustration continued to grow with each option he checked off. Someone, somewhere, had to have seen her or Stoddard. Because of the time that'd passed, the police were only actively searching as they went about their shift or if they received any leads. With a warrant out on Stoddard, they kept checking up on the places he frequented and his apartment. But the P.D. couldn't afford to have one officer devoting all his time to one case that was slowing getting cold.

"Fuck," he muttered, lowering his arms and scratching his beard.

"Everything okay?" asked Erikka.

He swirled in the chair and found Erikka leaning against the doorframe. "Yeah, just frustrated. I keep running down the same paths and feel like I'm missing something."

He motioned her forward and patted his thigh. She sat down in his lap, and he pushed the chair to recline, sending her to his chest where she could lay across him. He cupped her breast through her shirt and found her hard nipple.

"Can I help?" She cupped his jaw and trailed her thumb over his lips.

"Not much you can do, unless you remember some other place Rachel could be or know another person connected to Stoddard." He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger. "We've got a certain amount of leads, and I've branched out from each one trying to think like both of them. I'm getting hung up, because if a kidnapped woman gets away, why would she leave rocks in a mailbox instead of going straight to someone who can help?"

"I wasn't home. I was here, at your house. Maybe that was her only option." She dropped her hand from his face. "If Stoddard was after her because she broke free from him, she might not have had time to do anything else before he caught her again."

"You think she's out there hiding from him?" He slid his hand underneath her shirt and held her bare breast.

"No." She pressed into his palm. "I think he caught her again. She would've found me or made contact with someone if she was running away from him."

"It's a long time to hold a woman hostage, love."

She sat up on his lap. "What are you saying?  You think he...he...killed her because she escaped long enough to give me a sign?"

"No." He gathered her back in his arms. "I'm just talking to hear myself think. Something will break through when my head clears."

"That's how I can help you." She turned her face and pressed her lips to his ear. "Let me clear your head."

He slipped his hand between her thighs. "If that means we're going to have sex, I'm in."

She nipped his ear with her teeth. He stood with her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. At the bed, she wiggled her way out of his clutch and stood in front of him.

Her hands went to his belt. His hands went to her breasts. She tilted her head and smiled at him teasingly. His woman liked giving head, and he wasn't going to stop her.

She unfastened the front of his jeans and tugged them down to his thighs. Already hard from touching her in the office, his balls tightened in anticipation of her warm, tight mouth on him.

Erikka crossed her arms in front of her and lifted the hem of her shirt over her head. He gazed at her bare breasts, down her stomach, and to her black panties. She'd gotten comfortable living with him that in the evenings after she'd taken a shower, she lounged around in an oversized T-shirt and underwear. He loved it because he got to watch the way her breasts swayed underneath the material, free and touchable.

She took his hands and pulled him toward the bed, turned, and gave him a gentle push. He sat down on the mattress. She straddled his boot, unable to get between his thighs because of his jeans keeping him from spreading his legs.

"Damn," he mumbled, taken with the sexy picture playing out in front of him.

Her breasts rubbed against the hair on his legs. A shiver worked its way down his spine and settled between his legs. Another moment hit him out of the blue.

This was the woman he was meant to be with for a lifetime.

This was the woman who soothed the pain, the guilt, the searches.

This was the woman who belonged to him.

Right now.

Tomorrow.

Forever.

His cock pulsed wanting attention. She wrapped her hands around his dick. One on top of the other. Then, she peeked up at him. Damn, he loved that.

There were times she blew him away, scratching his back, kicking her legs, pulling and pushing in her enthusiasm, and he'd swear on his life she was born to love him. Perfect, skilled, and talented.

Then, there were times like now where she looked to him to gain confidence. As if she needed his permission at every step, and he liked that, too.

His dick ached pleasurably. The head of his cock sticking out from her double grip. Pre-cum wet the end and Erikka caught her bottom lip between her teeth.

"You want that?" he asked, running his hand over her hair.

She raised her brows and looked up, looked down, then she stood, wiggling out of her panties, and climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees, and turned around. Dipping her head down to his lap, she licked the tip of his cock. He looked to his left and grinned. Her ass was level with his head.

He leaned back, grabbed her thighs, and lifted her lower half above him until she straddled his head. Perfect.

His cock in her mouth. His mouth on her pussy.

He held her legs as he licked, capturing her wiggles, her bucks, her humps. Everything made him rock hard, and he inhaled and swallowed her arousal.

She cupped his balls and lowered her mouth, taking him until the back of her throat pressed on the head of his cock. The muscles in his legs tensed and his ass constricted in response. He was going to come if she kept that up.

He circled his tongue around her clit until Erikka moaned and her head movements slowed on his cock. He lapped at her wet pussy and closed his eyes. This was the way he wanted to go when his life was over. Not by riding his Harley into the asphalt. Not on a search for a serial killer with a gun. He wanted to die with his face in Erikka's pussy when he was ninety-five years old, and the only thing that worked was his tongue.

Erikka's head bobbed faster, and she sucked harder. His toes curled, straining to hold out until the last possible second. He wasn't done yet. He needed to taste and love on her more.

He trailed his hands up the back of her thighs, slipping his thumbs between her legs. Her wetness made entrance slick, and he plunged his thumb inside her pussy while he sucked on her clit. She rocked back against him, and he withdrew his thumb and thrust in with his other thumb from his left hand.

Her mouth came off him. "Yes."

He changed thumbs again. Alternating back and forth in perfect rhythm, filling her, stretching her. Her clit swelled between his lips, and he staggered sucking and licking. He couldn't stop his hips from thrusting off the bed, sending his cock farther into her mouth, making her take him faster.

His chest pounded and sweat coated his forehead. Caught up in the pleasure gathering in his balls, he was caught off guard when her pussy constricted on his thumb, and she moaned loud and long.

The vibration from her throat pushed him into losing control, and he came with a powerful burst, over and over. She swallowed every drop.

He continued licking her until her legs trembled and her ass jiggled. Removing his hands, he wiped his face on her inner thigh as she rolled and collapsed on the bed beside him. He lifted his head.

Erikka's cheeks were flushed, and he patted her bare ass and laid his head back down on the mattress and closed his eyes. He'd rest for a few minutes, fifteen at most, and then get back up and work on the search for Rachel.