Black Widow (25 page)

He finally looks up from the brim of his hat and the look on his face pulls at my heartstrings. The bags under his eyes are so dark, I wonder if they’re black eyes from a fight he’s gotten in rather than just lack of sleep. His normal straight, demanding posture is lacking and his hands are stuffed in the front of his worn-out jeans.

“Hi,” I whisper, afraid if I talk too loud he might crumble.

He smirks. Not saying a word and looking at the notes on my desk.

“I have news that you aren’t going to like,” I say as calmly as possible.

“I figured that’s why you called me here.” He stands up straighter, taking a deep breath, “Give it to me.”

“The semen they found was a positive match to you.”

“What the fuck? How is that even possible?” he throws his hands in the air while turning away from me.

“Well. Did you have sex with Becca that night?”

He walks up, placing his hands on my desk, leaning over and looking me straight in the eye. “Fuck not telling you everything. I’m all in. Kamii, I have not been with anyone since the day I first saw you at Rickhouse, that night when you first met Becca over a month ago. I talked to you briefly then left. Something about you knocked me out from that moment I first saw you and I walked away knowing I was going to get myself into some shit if you joined Bridge, and I was right. Even when you wanted to be with the other members, I would just watch. Making sure you were ok and waiting until it was my turn to have you again. So when you ask if I had sex with Becca that night, the answer is absolutely, positively, no. I have not had sex with anyone but you for the past month. I told you. I need you.”

“I… I had no idea. But, you, you didn’t want…” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. He’s felt this way this whole time?

“I know. I told you I didn’t want any connections and I tried really hard to keep my distance from you but I just couldn’t. And I still can’t, Kamii. I’m a wreck. My life is over and all I can think about is losing you. Tomorrow is Thursday and I’m terrified to go back to the club but only because I am afraid you won’t be there.”

“And I won’t. I can’t go back there. Acting like nothing’s wrong. Does anyone else know? Would they even know that one of the founding members is dead, rather than just not showing up anymore?”

“No, they won’t. She helped me recruit other members but it was always done in secrecy and she wore her mask when she recruited from other clubs.”

“I can’t, no way.” I look away as tears fill my eyes.

“But I need you,” he pleads, holding out his hand to me.

I look him dead in the eye. “I can’t go there acting like my best friend is alive and well with people who know who she is but yet have no clue that the real her is dead. Murdered. By who we still don’t know. And besides that, we still don’t know if it was someone from the club.”

“It wasn’t. I told you that.”

“Yes, I heard that’s what you believe but I don’t share that same belief, especially after this positive semen test. Preston, it has to be someone from a club you have at least been a member of in the past. How else does someone have a sample of your semen?”

“A sample? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Well, I thought about how this is even possible. If you didn’t have sex with Becca that night, and you say you haven’t had sex with anyone since me, then someone had to have been planning this for a long time. You had to have sex with this person at some point and they saved it. If you freeze it at a certain temperature then it keeps for however long you want it to. This is how they do artificial insemination. Nick and I froze some of his semen before he died because he was so much older than I but I wasn’t ready for kids right then. I unfortunately know more than I wish to share about the process.”

“Who’s Nick?” The anger in his eyes as he says Nick’s name sends a chill through my body.

“My husband, who passed away five years ago,” I say matter-of-factly and not backing down from the anger I saw cross his face.

He stares at me, not saying a word. Reaching for my hand, he caresses it softly, completely changing his tone, “Kamii…”

“Don’t. Stop. We’re not doing this.” I pull my hand from under his. “I need a list of all the woman you have had sex with. They have to be involved somehow.”

He shakes his head. “Kamii, I have no clue. At the public clubs you don’t really exchange names. Just a glance, a smile and a fuck,” he shrugs, unapologetic.

“Well, did anyone know who you were? Business wise at any of these clubs?”

“I have no clue. I didn’t wear a mask when I went to those clubs so I don’t know if they would have recognized me but at the same time I didn’t walk in saying exactly who I was. If I could get away with it, I never even gave them my name.”

“Preston, I’m trying to help you but I’m going to need more input from you. Were there women at Bridge who you had slept with in the past?”

“Yes.”

“Then I need those names?”

His jaw tightens as he bites out through his teeth, “I said no.”

“Then fine, rot in jail. I can’t help you,” I flippantly say as I turn around to sit back at my desk.

“There has got to be another way. What about Kim’s brother? I found his info last night. He’s in Oakland, here.”

He hands me a piece of paper with his name and address on it. I pause, trying to think of any possibilities that could lead to him.

“Ok, so you said that Kim committed suicide after you went to a few clubs together?”

“Yes. She went more than a few times. And I thought she was enjoying it until the day she jumped from the bridge.”

“Wait, she jumped from the bridge? What bridge?”

He looks down, ashamed as he whispers, “The Golden Gate.”

“And you named your club Bridge? I don’t find that a coincidence. Why would you do that?”

“There’s no such thing as coincidences,” he says quietly, with no emotion.

Wow, this is a little much. Talk about self-torture. He must have been really screwed up over her death. Why else would he name his club that? I don’t want to ask more questions about his wife’s death so I move on, “Was she close to her brother? Was it possible that she told her brother what you guys were doing?”

“I guess it’s possible. He actually did come over to the house a few times before she died now that I think about it.”

“Have you heard from him since?”

“No. I haven’t. He didn’t even come to her funeral. Everyone else in her family did but he was a no-show.”

“Ok, so it’s possible that he knew the true reason that his sister committed suicide. That definitely gives him a motive to frame you. I’ll go research it more.”

I stand up to escort him out of the room. He takes my hint and reaches the door before I do, opening it up but slamming it shut and turning to me.

“I can’t leave Kamii. I told you. I need you.” He weaves his hand through my hair, pulling me toward him.

I go without hesitation, not knowing how much I needed to feel his hard body against mine until we were pressed together.

“Please, let me have you.” His lips land on mine before I have a chance to say anything.

I can’t help it. His mouth molds to mine and I open up, allowing him access and giving him permission to take me however he wants me. I hear his low groan as he kisses me deeper, realizing what I just gave him.

Before I can realize what I’ve done, I’m pushed up against the wall with my back to him and my skirt pushed up around my waist. His fingers find my heavenly spot, pushing any thoughts of stopping him completely away and falling deep into his spell. When his fingers roll around my clit, all of the tension from the past few days floats away like a little kid blowing on a Dandelion.

His breath warms my shoulder, as he whispers, “You make everything better. Since the day I met you, you’ve taken my pain away and right now proves it even more.”

I completely agree. I’ve been a mess since Becca’s death and the moment he touched me I felt like I could finally breathe.

His fingers tease my entrance before pushing inside, once, twice, on the third time adding another finger to stretch me out more.

“Already wet for me. I’m going to take you. Can you be quiet? Your assistant is right on the other side of this wall.”

Any words completely escape the ability to form from my lips, leaving me to just shake my head up and down. The word
yes
is screaming in my head but I’m not able to actually say it out loud. The thought of someone sitting right on the other side of this wall not knowing that I’m getting fucked from behind soaks me even more.

I feel Preston’s smile against my shoulder. “You like that don’t you? Knowing that someone could hear you getting fucked in here. Sneaking around like a bad girl.”

I shake my head up and down
yes
and before I can respond he thrusts in me roughly, standing still, holding me tightly while filling me deeply.

“I’m going to move and it’s going to be rough. I want to tempt you to scream my name and watch you fight not being able to.”

Biting my bottom lip, I nod my head
yes
again, giving him full approval for his sexual attack against my body, knowing I am going to love every second.

His body starts to pound, pushing me against the wall and I have to close my eyes to focus on not making a sound. Both of his hands grab both of mine and he holds them up against the wall, confining me even more as he completely stops his movement. Having his cock inside me, teasing me by not moving is driving me wild.

I wiggle my ass as much as I can to try to get some friction between us when he whispers again, “Oh, no you don’t. You can’t move. You like this don’t you? You like my cock buried so deep inside you, driving you wild, knowing that I only have to move an inch to make you cum?”

A low moan slips from my lips and he moves both my hands under the hold of one of his and covers my mouth with the other. “You have to be quiet. I’ll give you want you want. What you need. I always will. Remember that.”

And he does. He moves just an inch and after so much buildup from him being inside me but not moving, just teasing, he was right. An inch was all I needed and I explode all around him, my pussy twitching tightly around his cock in waves of my release. His hand wraps more firmly around my mouth, capturing my moan as I lose control and he follows right behind me. Grunting as he thrusts harder inside me.

Holding me tightly, he whispers in my ear again, “You need me just like I need you. Please don’t ever push me away.”