“I…don’t know. He’s my boss. He is a prick, like a lot of powerful men. He offered to help you if you helped him. I’ve been told nothing about the bone, except they were trying for DNA.”
An idea dawned. “Did you tell Jacob about that research the doctor has me doing? That was about an old sacrifice rite.”
“Yes. I did. I report everything relevant.”
I pulled away. “That’s it then. He’s wrong. He jumped to conclusions. I just know it.”
“The fuck you do. We have to be careful here.”
I sure hoped we weren’t sitting beside a camera with audio then.
“I smuggled in a gun for you.”
“What?”
“A small gun, a beretta. You know how to shoot, according to your file.”
I nodded. “But why would I—”
“You’ll know if you need it. I’ll put it in the shoebox at the back of the bedroom cupboard. You know the one? Good. I figured it’s better to have one than not.”
I wasn’t sure I agreed with that. If I ever needed one here, it would be impossible to grab in time, most likely. That he was willing to help me like this…that meant more to me than the gun itself.
“Thank you.”
He grunted. “You’d better never need it.”
I was back to wanting to finish that dive in the tunnel, wasn’t I? What else? What would this Jacob do if he thought he was right? “Would the fraternity do anything to the doctor if they suspected murder was going on? Or if Jacob convinced them it was?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know.”
He hadn’t considered that outcome? That was the difference between the doctor and Cassius—the doctor loved philosophy and figuring out the whys and wherefores and the hows. And that was why I couldn’t see him as some villain who sacrificed girls for Satan. He’d thought about the world too much. He’d probably give Satan the finger. And Cassius?
I began to run my hand down the outside of his ass-holding hand from shoulder to elbow…
“What would you do if you were immortal?” I asked him, stopping my hand.
“Like not-able-to-be-killed immortal, or killable but immortal if you avoided bullets and car crashes?”
I took it back; he did think things through. “The latter?”
“I’d fuck a lot of girls.” He grinned at my expression and slipped his hand down between my legs, where he found my slickness. He pushed several fingertips inside me, pulling me higher, while locking his gaze to mine.
I huffed out a breath, did a small, circular wiggle. “Heyyy. Serious here.”
“Serious. I’d kill off all the a’holes I could find. World peace. Yeah, I’d do the good things.”
“Oh?” I wasn’t sure it would be that simple, but we were only fantasizing after all…and those fingers of his were dipping in and out, and now Cassius was ducking his head to kiss my shoulder blade.
He kissed a path upward to reach then bite the join of my neck and shoulder, and whisper soft nothing words before he groaned. “Fuck, I need to be inside you.”
I hummed appreciation, my breathing deepening, my body sayingyes, please.
“Forget it all for a while. I’m going to fuck you up here, and you’re going to be my good girl. You’re going to open up here for me and let me in.” And all the while he said that he was circling inside my pussy entrance, crooning those dirty words. My throat seized up. “First, though, you’ll open that hot mouth for me, little Charity.”
He let me go and pushed me to my knees.
I went down voluntarily, onto the shuffling leaves and grit, kneeling with my hands on my thighs. I looked up, waiting patiently with my mouth open as requested and my tongue wetting my lips. He undid his pants and pulled out his erection.