Page 43 of Saving Meadow

“Is that it?” she grimaced.

“No, baby. We’ll go nice and slow until you get used to me.”

I pulled back and pushed forward only giving her the first few inches, slowly working her back up. When her body relaxed, and her hips started to move, I gave her more.

“Now?” she panted.

“No, Red. You’ll know. Trust me.”

“Just do it.”

I continued my careful thrusts, not giving her more than she was ready for.

“We have all night.” Well, we didn’t have that long. She felt so fucking good my balls were tightening and I wasn’t even fully inside of her. She was hot and slick, and without the latex barrier, I could feel every rib and groove of her pussy. I’d never experienced sex without a condom; I was thankful Meadow was my first. “You feel so damn good, baby. Fuck you’re beautiful.”

I lowered my face, unable to stop from kissing her. She allowed me to control the pace of both the kiss and our love making, letting me take the lead. Damn, but I liked that too. Her hands roamed my back pulling me closer to her, holding on to me like a lifeline. Once again, the swelling in my chest grew, only this time it wasn’t from pride, it felt a lot like love. My heart thundered in my chest as the realization dawned; I was crazy in love with Meadow Holiday. There was no more falling, the edge came and went, and I’d toppled over. The words were on my lips, but I held them back. The first time I told her, I wanted her to know I meant them, and they weren’t said in some hormonal frenzy.

“I need more,” she begged.

Thank God! She said the words I needed to hear, and on the next downward thrust, I pushed deep and fully seated myself.

“Holy shit, Meadow.” It was my turn to pant when her pussy throbbed and pulsated around my dick, and I swore again.

“Please.” She tilted her hips and wiggled.

“Shhh.” I hitched her leg further up my hip and buried my face in her neck.

Flesh on flesh, her arms squeezing me, groans mingling together, surrounded by her smell, I let myself go and loved her as hard as I’d promised her I would. When we came together, I held myself deep inside and reveled in the fact Meadow was mine.

Later that night when she was cuddled into my side, I waited for her to drift asleep before I whispered into the dark.

“I love you, Meadow.”

The call came a little after 3 a.m.

Another girl was found dead in an alley.

Rebecca Krouse.

I reluctantly rolled out of bed. I kissed Meadow goodbye and told her I was called out.

The short drive from my house to the bar was spent going over everything we knew, and more importantly what we didn’t know. The beautiful night I’d spent with Meadow was washed away by one phone call. By the time I pulled up, there were a dozen or more squad cars. I took a moment before I got out of the car to flip my emotions off and turn on the autopilot. I was wondering if Mike was right, was I too close to the case now that Meadow and I were together? I would be a hindrance to the investigation and ineffective if I couldn’t separate Meadow from the offender.

With a flash of my shield, I ducked under the crime scene tape and moved to the alley. Mike and Ben were already there, examining what was left of the poor woman.

“Sorry to wake you, man. This one is bad. She’s escalating,” Mike greeted.

“Escalating? How the fuck is that possible? She obliterates their faces.”

“The overkill on this one is extreme. She’s… man, I’m warning you it’s bad.” Mike stepped aside, giving me a clear view of the victim.

Holy mother fuck!

She had no face, whatever the unsub had hit her with turned it to mush. There was blood everywhere. I could barely make out the…

“Flash your light on her head,” I asked Ben. He moved his flashlight shining it back to the dead girl’s head. Fuck. “What did you say her name was?”

“Rebecca Krouse,” Ben answered.