Page 51 of Spitfire

One glance toward the door shows me he's at least had the foresight to pull the curtain around the bed. His lips trail up my thigh, leaving love bites, and the graze of his teeth in his wake. I can feel my panties dampening, as my core contracts on emptiness in anticipation. His fingers reach out and push my panties to the side, before he grazes his nose against my pussy, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you always smell so good, baby."

The first swipe of his tongue has me lifting my ass off the bed, and grimacing as the stitches in my side pull. His large, warm palm presses flat against my stomach, forcing me to remain motionless. Heat is quickly rising up my body as he licks and sucks my clit, before thrusting his tongue inside of my tight hole. "Oh, god," I moan over and over, as his thumb paints circles on my swollen nub, and I feel my wetness beginning to trickle down between my asscheeks.

Even though what he's doing to me already feels amazing, I need more. "Less gentleness, Xavier. I won't break."

"I'm trying to be good, Scarlett, please don't fucking tempt me, cause then I'll shove my hard cock down your throat." Hell yes, that's exactly what I want.

I grab a fistful of his hair and drag his mouth back to my core. "Shut up and make me come, Xavier," I demand, and am rewarded with two fingers thrusting inside of me, as his lips suction on my clit with a force that makes my toes curl, and my breath whoosh out of me.

"Fuck, harder! I'm so close!" I mewl as my orgasm begins to race through my core, and tightens my limbs, until I'm straining against the stiff hospital bed at the promise of my rapidly hitting euphoria. My thighs tighten around Xavier's head, squeezing him tightly, and refusing to allow him to come up for air. He slips another finger inside of me, stretching me, and curling it to hit that perfect spot inside of me that makes me detonate against his mouth. My body flushes with heat, as every nerve ending tingles, and my pussy clamps down on his digits. His feral groan against my soaked flesh has me forcing myself to slam my palm against my mouth, to quiet my cries as my eyes roll back in my skull.

Suddenly the door slams open, and the curtain is ripped back, my eyes widening in horror as Nurse Bree and an intern stare at us in shock. "Did you forget that she's hooked up to a heart monitor?!" Nurse Bree questions with amusement, and a raised brow, as the intern looks away, his face flushing red at the compromising situation I'm finding myself in. OH MY FUCKING GOD!

An ungodly squeak leaves my lips as I push at Xavier's head, and try frantically to pull my hospital gown down, but the bastard refuses to move, as he licks at my clit once more. I can feel heat rising up my neck, and filling my face, as I bite down on my lip in mortification. Finally, he pulls away, my wetness coating his mouth and chin, and smiles like the cat that ate the canary at Nurse Bree. "Sorry, I was starving. You know they say hospital food sucks, but I was thoroughly enjoying mine."

Lord, just kill me now. I kick at him and force him off the bed, his pants tented, as Nurse Bree rolls her eyes at his antics. "She's supposed to be resting, boy toy number one."

"Trust me, Nurse Bree, my mouth and fingers are the best kind of medicine to help her heal."

I'm ripped from the memory, my panties now completely soaked, as I squirm on the sofa and attempt to clue back in on what Xavier's asking me. "Umm, what?"

He pulls out vegetables and condiments from my fridge, that I know I didn't have in there before, and provides me with a naughty grin. "I asked what you're hungry for, Scarlett, but based on that pretty blush, I'm guessing it's my cock."

I won't deny that he's right, but I need to de-escalate the situation before he has me tearing my stitches with his wicked ways. "Did you go grocery shopping and fill my fridge?" He looks at me questioningly as if I've lost my mind. My mouth opens and closes as the realization that it had to be Jasper fills me. "Ah, never mind."

"You know, for an asshole who pretty much ghosted you, the fucker doesn't know how to stay gone."

I fucking agree, yet I can't help the spark of hope that flares to life inside of me. Maybe he still feels something for me. I just hope it's more than the bond of being my partner. I don't know how I'll be able to work with him going forward if we don't clear the air between us.

I don't know exactly when my feelings for him changed; somewhere between the first time he held me all night safe in his arms, and knowing he came to claim me at Xavier's to protect me. Then there was the devastation on his face when I was injured. Thick fissures have slowly begun spreading across the thick wall I have built around my heart, and now I'm watching it crumble to dust.

Then there is the other more urgent problem that I'm actually the serial killer he's hunting, well, Xavier and me, I guess. What will happen when Jasper figures it all out? Will he try to arrest me to gain his promotion? Does that mean more to him than I do? I don't know how to answer my own questions, so they race inside my mind and fill me with dread. The small flame of hope within me is beginning to dwindle that his feelings for me have become as strong as mine. Can I kill Jasper to save myself and Xavier if it comes down to it? Instantly, I know that I won't be able to pull the trigger if it came down to it.

Xavier witnesses the hurt expression on my features that I'm not quick enough to hide. "I'm sorry, Spitfire. I hate that you have feelings for the cunt, and as much as I despise the prospect of having to share you, I want you to be happy. You deserve it after all the shit we've gone through in life. I just don't know if he's capable of giving you what you want."

Neither am I, and that's what hurts so badly.

FORTY

JASPER

"Motherfucker thinks he can play house with my girl. We'll see about that," I growl under my breath. I watch Scarlett on the hidden cameras I installed while she was in the hospital, as she slowly moves through her home toward her bedroom, after eating the meal Xavier prepared for her using the groceries I left. I should have realized that he wouldn't willingly leave her side after she was discharged. He's like a goddamn tick, burrowing himself deep into her skin, and just like one, he's filled with poison.

I've had eyes on him the whole week at the hospital without him realizing it. Every move he now makes, I'm aware of. He thinks he's so slick, and has covered his tracks, but all of his lies are now unraveling for me.

Xavier Poine, or Xavier Messor, the name he was actually born with, has some rather impressive skills in deception, forgery, and online sleuthing. I'll admit I missed the small details our forensic team had to dive deep into his background for, the first time I looked into him. My team is still trying to decipher whether his whole life after the age of eighteen is completely made up.

What we were able to find were sealed records of Xavier's time in foster care, and the record of his mother's parental rights being severed, after neglect and abuse were uncovered, and he was taken away. I even found his mother's death certificate. She died tragically from a fall off a high-rise, apparently heavily intoxicated.

Every new detail is now suspicious and a red flag. The man has had a lot of deaths, and unexplainable events happen around him. It was only after digging deep into Xavier's childhood that I was able to find the link to Scarlett. Apparently, they were both at the same foster home placement for a very short time, before it went up in flames, and the children were all relocated. Xavier was no more than five, while Scarlett would have been a preteen. There has to be something I'm missing. So what if they were both kids in a shitty foster placement? That doesn't explain his obsessive attachment to her.

"Garnier, do we have an update on when Agent Lyssa will be returning?" Director Shaw breaks through my thoughts as he approaches my desk, and I quickly place the screen lock on my phone, to stop him from seeing the unauthorized surveillance of my partner's house. "Have we had any new developments on Ashmaker? It worries me that he's been silent this long, after having escalated."

I have a theory on why Ashmaker all of a sudden hasn't dropped any new bodies, and it all has to do with a white-haired cunt, but I'm not volunteering that information to Shaw. "We're monitoring the situation, and going back through evidence from the most recent murders. Perhaps he's lying low, or the bodies haven't been found yet."

"Jesus fucking hell, Garnier! Get this maniac off the streets, or we'll both be out of a job, and tell Lyssa she needs to get her ass back to work. A freak accident with her shower door is not reason enough to take a vacation when we have a serial killer on the loose!" He doesn't even wait for a response before storming through the office and slamming his door shut.

Anger soars through me at the way he spoke about Scarlett, as if she would ever be one to take a vacation while on a case. Asshole. I'm filled with annoyance that she covered for Xavier and me, about how she truly was hurt. I can understand, though, that she's always been very private, and she wouldn't want either relationship to be known.