Page 43 of Sangre
Isla filled him in on the murders of the two women and how they’d both been in her class at Jefferson. As she spoke, a sick, gut-twisting feeling punched at him. The fact that the asshole deputy brought up both names meant the law thought the same person killed the two women. He didn’t like it one bit that the women had been in Isla’s class and seemed to both have careers in the entertainment industry.Are the letters she’s receiving from this sonofabitch?
“Have you received any letters recently?”
“No. It seems having you buffed men around me is working.”
“Anything else for you guys?” Tammy asked. Sangre shook his head and she handed him the bill. “See you soon.”
When they arrived at Isla’s house, he scanned the area to make sure no one was lurking around, then went over and opened the car door for her.
“Are you the one watching me tonight?” she asked, leaning against him as they walked up the front walk.
“Yeah. Keith will be here in the morning.”
“Can you stay inside? I’m kinda creeped out by what that jerk said to me. It’s made me wonder if he’s the crazy one. I mean, hereallywent off on me. He acted like he hated my guts because I didn’t remember himandthat I’m in a band. What the hell?”
“That asshole’s always been a douche. I can’t believe Wexler hired him on.”
“The sheriff seems to respect you. That’s totally amazing.”
He shrugged. The truth was that the Night Rebels and Sheriff Wexler had a tacit understanding: They stopped hard drugs from coming into the county, and he’d look the other way on their club’s activities. It’d worked for the past eight years, but now that Deputy Fuckface was on the roster, things weren’t as smooth as they should be. He made a mental note to talk to Steel and Paco about it in the morning.
After checking all the doors, windows, and resetting the alarm, he stood at the doorway to her bedroom. She’d run upstairs the minute they’d come in, and he wanted to let her know he was going to crash on the couch in the family room.
When she came out of the bathroom, she wore a short, white night shirt that barely covered her ass, showing off her curves and leaving very little to the imagination. Blood pounded in his ears, making a roaring sound as his breath grew quick and need clawed through him.I have to get the fuck outta here.He stepped back, and the floorboard creaked under his boots.
Isla cried out, her eyes darting to the door and then relief covering her face. “You scared the hell out of me.”
“Sorry. I just came up to tell you I’ll stay on the couch in the family room. I didn’t mean to barge in on you.” As she leaned over a chair to pick up her robe, her nightshirt rode up, exposing the underside of her butt cheeks. Unable to move, Sangre stared at her as his cock stiffened uncomfortably in his pants. Isla’s enticing curves made him want to throw her up against the wall and kiss her with a hunger that refused to be satisfied while his dick thrust deep and hard into her until she screamed out his name. “I gotta go.”
“Wait. I thought we could watch a movie or something.”
Not wanting her to see what was going on in his jeans, he turned around and headed toward the stairs. “I’m pretty beat,” he said loudly. “See you in the morning.”
Sangre ran down the steps and went into the family room and flopped on the couch. He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, decreasing the volume exponentially. There was no way he wanted her sexy ass coming in here to see what he was watching. She was his friend. Off-limits. He didn’t want to screw this up.
As he watched the images flicker on the screen, his mind kept seeing Isla in that tight nightshirt that hugged her curves just right.She’s my friend. We grew up together. We’re like family.He repeated the mantra over and over in his head, hoping his aching dick would get the message.
It was going to be a long night.
