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“But why would they harm or kill you, only to have to replace you? Anyway, we tracked all of them down and none of the assholes were currently targeting you. That’s why we’re reasonably certain the fire wasn’t linked to Rufus.”
“God, I can’t believe this whole thing with Rufus was just some kind of competition with his friends. What about the other women on the list?”
“Hacker’s gonna give them the heads up. Never underestimate the depravity of true assholes. This struck me as the kind of thing that frat boys do in college, not how grown ass men spend their time and energy.”
“I swear,” Bethany stated with exasperation. “I always draw the worst men. It’s like they can see I’m flawed or easy and jump at the chance to exploit what they perceive to be a weakness.”
I cupped the side of her face tenderly with one hand. “It wasn’t like that. The women were intentionally chosen based on beauty and the fact that they were anything but easy targets. They only put women on the list they thought would be nearly impossible to get into bed. It wouldn’t be a challenge otherwise.”
Her expression brightened. “They saw me as morally upstanding?”
“Querida, I wish you could see yourself the way the rest of the world does.”
She moved closer, “I’ll be sure to work on that.”
Having that burden lifted from her shoulders seemed to make Bethany relax. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek, “They were right about the chastity thing. I’ve only ever voluntarily been with one man, and I want to keep it that way.”
Shock roiled through my gut. I wondered if she realized what she just admitted to me. Outside of the rape she already told me about, that meant Nessa’s father was either because of another rape after she left Griffinsford—the thought of which broke my heart all over again—or she was mine. That thought settled in my mind as I felt Bethany drifting off to sleep in my arms, safe in the knowledge that I was gonna protect her.
Chapter Nineteen
Bethany
Six days after arriving at Coyote’s home, me and Nessa were starting to get into a routine. I was close enough to Patterdale that I could still work at the store, Reggie was recuperating at home. As I thought, he and Thomas had moved into the pool house. Reggie had been reluctant, but I told him that it was for the best and that I’d be fine. Thankfully, whatever animosity Thomas had against me had gone after the police told them that they thought it was a serial arsonist and not related to a grudge. There had been no signs of Rufus either, so I think the shakedown by Coyote and Breaker had ensured I had seen the last of him.
All in all, life was looking good. As things calmed down, I was more determined than ever to tell Coyote about Nessa. While I wasn’t a hundred percent certain, seeing him together with my little girl made me sure that he must be her dad. They were like two peas in a pod sometimes. But I still had my doubts about how he might react. Hearing Coyote talk about how beautiful and morally upstanding I was, the other night, affected me in ways I couldn’t begin to understand. I needed a man to see that all the horrible things that have happened to me weren’t because I went looking for sex in all the wrong places.
My self-esteem had taken a hit each time some asshole rolled up on me wanting to exploit me whether I was willing or not. The first time was years ago when I was attacked by a man the Slayers were tracking. A police cruiser pulled up in time and saved me. The second time was with Cyclops who not only wouldn’t take no for answer but shattered my trust in men. I had been in a real tailspin after that, blaming myself and trying to hide from anyone who could tell something was up. I thought I’d moved past that, but then I found that Rufus was apparently trying to leverage me into sex to win a damn bet.
Amongst those examples of how bad men could be, was Coyote. He was a shining example of how a truly decent man could heal all wounds and make a woman believe in the kindness of human beings again. I was attracted to his wholesomeness. This man had the ability to lift a woman up, and he did it so effortlessly that it was apparent respecting women was a deeply engrained part of his personality. Coyote was truly a biker with a heart of gold. And if I played my cards right, he might even end up being mine for keeps. However, I was not the morally upstanding woman he thought I was. I had to tell him about Nessa, I wasn’t sure if Callie suspected something, because she kept asking questions about developmental milestones and birthdays. I hadn’t lied about Nessa’s age, just skirted around the actual details. She was two, I wasn’t lying about that. However, she was two months shy of her third birthday, and it wouldn’t take a genius to work out that I’d taken off three years and seven months ago…
Trying to block those thoughts out, at least for the time being I turned to Coyote. I’d fallen into bed exhausted after a long day of running after Nessa. Because I’d been pulling endless shifts at the store while Reggie was off sick, he’d hired another salesperson to man the store, giving me some much-needed time off. So, I had three whole days off, today we’d called into the auto repair shop and then Coyote, Nessa, and I had driven to Morriston. Coyote had to oversee an order of car parts, I was pretty sure it could have all been done over the internet or phone, but because Morriston had one of the best state fairs in California he thought we could make a day of it. Then tomorrow there was the cookout at the Dark Slayer’s clubhouse.
My tiredness evaporated after a few moments of his deep kisses, and I fell into the familiar pattern of allowing him to lead after the first kiss. Coyote had always been more assertive in bed, but he had always insisted upon seeing to my pleasure first. He was a man who gave good solid orgasms every single time, so I could hardy complain about his technique. I loved the way he touched me, and it was amazing to recapture the magic with him.
Tonight, he was laid on his back and I got excited thinking it was time to finally wrap my lips around his cock, I should have known better than that.
He gestured for me to come up, “I want you on my face tonight.”
Scrambling into place, I felt his big hands come out to grasp my ass and he pulled me down until he could reach my clit with that devilish tongue of his. Coyote remembered just the way I like to be licked. I wasn’t too surprised when he slipped the tip of his finger in the tight rosette that is supposed to be taboo. He’s always been a bit on the naughty side, and it was fun to experiment together.
I gasped and squirmed as his talented tongue swirled over my clit, I was sitting facing his feet, so I had the perfect view of his cock. It was rock hard, and the veins were standing out. Each time I moaned I could see it twitch and a pearly drop of precum oozed out. Not being able to resist the temptation I arched my back and leaned forward so my tongue tip swiftly licked it away. It was quite difficult given the angle, but as his cock is generously sized, I managed to hit bull’s eye.
“Fuck, babe,” he gasped, taking his mouth off my pussy momentarily. I took advantage and leaned forward some more so I could wrap my lips around the head of his cock. As I swirled my tongue, I was rewarded with more precum and deep moans. Taking that as my cue I shifted off his face and scooted down the bed, kneeling beside him as I eyed his erection.
“You don’t have to do that, querida.”
I literally didn’t know where this was coming from, so I responded playfully, “Do I look like I’m doing this under sufferance? You’re not wanting to deprive me of my treat, are you?”
His eyes lit up with something approximating dark glee. “Never let it be said that I would deprive you of anything.”
I maintained eye contact and brought the head of his cock to my mouth. I started by licking a gigantic circle around the tip and then tracing the bulging veins down to the base and back up again.
His expression changed to one of naked need. Yeah, he loved getting sucked off by me and I loved everything about concentrating solely on his pleasure this way.
I wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock and sucked as I looked into his eyes. I could see his expression shift to one of awe. Now, I know this wasn’t the first blow job I’d ever given this man, but it had been so long I’d almost forgotten how it felt to have my mouth stretched wide around his shaft.
He must have been thinking the same thing because he murmured, “I forgot how good it feels to have your lips around me, what are you doing to me, querida.”