“Just need to confirm his whereabouts between the hours of four am and nine am on January first.”
April’s murder must have occurred sometime between then. Seems I’m not the only person who wondered if Fisher was capable of something awful. Shame hits me at the thought that Fisher is no doubt suspect number one.
“What’s this regarding?” I press.
Detective Carter is a middle-aged balding man with a heavy gut and coffee stains on his white shirt. The bags and circles under his eyes say he’s not getting much sleep either. “I need for Mr. Fisher to answer my question.”
“Was in Yellowjacket Springs passed out on the floor after partying most the night to celebrate my freedom.”
“Anyone who can vouch for that?”
“Yeah. I can call them up right now. My buddy Shake was there. So was Jackal and Sugar and Spice.”
I snort hearing those names. I know all too well who those whores are. The urge to grab a coffee mug off the counter and direct it at Fisher’s head burns through me. Jealousy shoots up and down my spine as I straighten my shoulders and do my best to keep my temper in check.
“If you can give me their numbers that will suffice for now.”
“No problem.” Fisher fires off a couple of phone numbers.
“If I need anything further, I’ll be in touch.”
“Don’t doubt it.”
The detective gives me an exasperated glance before making his exit, probably pitying me because my supposed fiancé was out with paid whores instead of being home with me. I wait until I hear the man’s car door shut and the engine roar to life before I begin asking questions of my own.
“Passed out on the floor of a bar after partying too much? Fist thing you did was come looking for me, huh?” I cock an eyebrow at him. I shouldn’t be surprised. “Bet Sugar and Spice took great care of you. I’m going to shower. I want you gone by the time I get out.”
“Babe.”
“Don’t you dare. I gave you an in. You could have been honest with me. I could’ve understood it. Fresh out of prison and wanting to celebrate. You owed me nothing. But the second you came back here claiming there was only me, you did. I won’t be used, and I damn sure won’t be your fool.”
I stomp down the short hall and slam the bathroom door. I count to ten as I turn the faucet and set the temperature. However, the act doesn’t stop my tears. I’m so fucking stupid. He reeled me in so easily. Knew what buttons to press. Telling me his sweet lies. Just like old times. For all I know Shake and Jackal helped him murder April and covered his tracks.
Chapter Six
Fucking hell. There my wild ass woman goes making assumptions and throwing her sass. Doesn’t let me get a damn word in before she has her tantrum and kicks me out. I told her I’m not giving up. She can’t get rid of me that easily. I hear the water start and wait a minute till I’m sure she’s in the shower. I take off my jeans and try the knob. Freya didn’t lock the door. I enter the bathroom quietly.
She’s cursing me under her breath as she wets her hair, not paying no mind that I’m watching and waiting. The water sprays over her sexy as sin body. My girl has always been gorgeous. I’m not stupid. I know Freya hasn’t been innocent. There’s had to have been someone other than a one-night stand.
I’m willing to try and overlook it. Wouldn’t be fair of me not to, but I didn’t fuck April, nor did I touch Sugar and Spice. I could have fucked them, but I didn’t.
I’ve been loyal to Freya all this time. Since day one she’s had my heart and my cock.
I wasn’t lying when I said it’s always been her and always will be. I’m not her father. John Crow has been good to me but he’s not a faithful man. I know how the shit that went down between him and Cate fucked with Freya. I’d never do that to her. Never.
Freya starts lathering her hair, still not realizing I’m two seconds away from reminding her that she’s mine and she’ll always be mine. As long as I’m breathing. Jerking the shower curtain back, I don’t pause for her reaction. I step into the spray of hot water and pull her wet body to mine.
I cap a hand over her mouth. “You had your little snit, but now you’re going to listen. I didn’t fuck those whores. I could have, but if you don’t believe me, I’ll call them up and you can ask them your damn self or anyone else who was there.” I shove her legs apart and curl a finger inside her. “Now be a good girl and I’ll make you come before you go to work.”
Freya scowls at me as I let go of her face. She doesn’t tell me to stop. No. Her greedy pussy contracts and squeezes around my finger as I add a second then a third. Only when her eyes flutter and she starts to pant do I put my thumb in her ass. She detonates for me. I watch her mouth form a perfect O as she cries out in ecstasy. I continue massaging her clit till she’s nearly spent.
I grip my erection and tell her, “Get on your knees and suck it.” Only thing better than Freya’s sweet cunt is her hot mouth.
Like a good girl, she drops to her knees and pays worship to my cock. Those pretty pink lips part before wrapping around the head of my dick. Freya flattens her tongue against the underside of my cock. I grab the back of her soaked head and tug.
“That’s what your man likes. When you fucking do what you’re told and please me. All you needed was me to come home and put your ass back in line.” Her cheeks hollow as she sucks me further into her mouth, teasing her fingers at the base of my shaft. Fuck. I hold onto the shower wall for support with my free hand. Freya’s good with her mouth.
She moans, loving every second my dick is in her mouth.