Innocent

If you haven't read "Thief", go do that before reading this!

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Chapter 4.

I wake from a deep sleep with the feeling of satisfaction seeping through my body. Maybe now that it's over with I can get over this silly schoolboy crush and get on with my investigation. I sit up and look around. Ella's nowhere to be seen, and her clothes have been picked up while mine are still rumpled on the floor. I hop off the bed and get dressed before padding down the hall and into the kitchen, where she's sitting at the counter. Her hair's pulled into a messy bun. She's wearing the same hoodie from last night, and jeans that are begging me to peel them off her. Maybe the investigation can wait a little bit longer...

"Mornin'," I say, walking past her towards the full coffee pot.

She says nothing as I pour myself a cup, flipping through the pages of a file...I almost ask her what's in it but she seems preoccupied. I lean across the counter across from her. "Morning," I say again as I place the mug in front of her. She looks up at me. I can't read her expression.

"Wayland Barker," she says.

I figured as much.

"What?"

"Wayland Barker," she says turning the folder around and pointing to the page. "It says here a man name Wayland is the key witness in the death of those cops."

My eyes narrow as I look at her, almost in disbelief. "Seriously?" I ask. The folder was a file on the murder of my friend... where she's the lead suspect.

"What do mean seriously?"

"I mean you want to ask me about a witness now? First thing after last night?"

She yanks the folder back and and closes it. "Yeah, first thing after last night when you accused me of murdering 3 cops."

"Yeah, one of which was my best friend!" Our voices are louder now.

"So I would think you'd be more interested in finding out who killed him." She stands up and glares at me as she grabs the coffee and goes to sit on the couch.

"What do you think I came here for?" I ask, following her.

"Oh so what, your dick just got in the way of your sleuthing?"

I don't even know how to respond to that. I sit down on the ottoman in front of her. "It happens."

She doesn't look at me as she drinks, clearly fed up.

I sigh. "Look he's an accountant."

She looks at me. "An accountant?"

"He had missed his subway and was on his way to find another when the gun went off...said he saw a short woman with dark hair before he ran off scared."

I watch her chest rise and fall as she looks at me, worried and confused at the same time...

"We matched your prints to the ones found on the gun left at the scene. "

She closes her eyes. "I am not short." She says, taking a sip.

I chuckle and scratch the back of my neck.

"I'm going to go take a shower," she says standing up. "And when i get out you won't be here, so bye."

Chapter 5.

I can still feel his touch on my skin as the hot water falls on me. His hands running over me, the weight of him against me as he pressed his soft lips to mine...the throbbing between my legs where I swear i can still feel him stretching me open even though he's gone. Part of me wishes I'd stayed in bed with him this morning. He was so warm...Damn. I can't afford to be falling for the man trying to put me away for killing someone. I'd hoped he could help me...but he's too much of a distraction.

13 DAY LATER

I've read the file over and over again. On a weeknight in an abandoned part of the subway, 3 cops were found shot to death. One of them, Gavin Dubois, was Ashers partner, a man I never even knew. But somehow, a gun with my prints ended up at the crime scene so now I'm the lead suspect. Well, Tess Reims is. Poor Tess. I stole her identity 2 years ago. I have to figure out how I'm connected to all this... who would want me in jail? I mean besides all those curators I robbed. I have to do some digging myself. I decide to go to the scene of the crime.

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It isn't difficult getting into the subway tunnel. They closed this part of the system after floods damaged parts of the track. I can see where the bodies were, based on the pictures I have from the file I stole from Ash.

I study the scene, trying to figure out how Barker could've seen the shooting without being in the tunnel himself. I'm too preoccupied to notice the neanderthal sneak up on me.

"What do you think you're doing," Asher asks me.

I squeal and jump with surprise.

"Don't sneak up on people!" I say hitting his chest. He laughs and I glare at him. He grins at me and I turn around.

"Didn't know you were so jumpy," he says slapping my ass.

I turn around an in anger try to slap his face, but he grabs my hand and yanks me close to him.

"Let go," I say calmly. I'm not going to let him get the better of me. He looks at my face for a moment before releasing my hand.

"What exactly are you looking for?" He asks.

"I'm not exactly sure," i say squatting down to look where the first body laid, Gavin Dubois...Ashers partner.

"I promise there's nothing here the feds didn't find already."

"Maybe you're right..." but I see something tucked underneath one of the rail ties. I get closer to the ground so I can see better. "Aha," I say.

"What?" He asks.

I pull it out, it looks like paper. I pop up and hand it to him. He holds it up. "Looks like transfer paper."

"Of course! that-" I'm cut off by the sound of a train.

"Ash"

"Yeah"

"This part of the subway is abandoned, right??"

He says nothing as he turns and looks. We see lights coming. "Run."

He grabs my hand and we start towards the platform. I turn my head and see a single rail car coming towards us. "We're not gonna make it!"

"Yes we are." He grabs me and pushes me against the wall just before the car rushes past us, his body pressed against the back of mine, shielding me from any harm. Once it's a fair distance away he backs up and steady's me, gliding his hands up and down my arms.

"You okay?" he asks, breathing heavy. "Yeah," I say almost panting, completely winded. I exhale hard and press my head against his body, burying my face in his chest. He holds the back of my head until I calm down.

Chapter 6.

"You good?" I check her face before letting go of her. "Yeah I'm fine," she says trying to hide her fading panic. "Come on I'll take you home," I say helping her up onto the platform.

She says little in the car, but I know she's processing what just happened. After a while she looks out the window. "Uhh buddy, home is that way," she says point behind us. "I'm not taking you to your home, dummy."

"Oh really? and why is this?"

"I'm not risking taking you to your place. Not when the key witness ended up dead today."

"What?" She's concerned now.

"Wayland Barker was found dead in his house this morning."

"Great," She says slouching back into her seat. "Yeah well you're officially my new witness so I'm not taking anymore chances," I say pulling into my parking space. She opens the door and stares up at my house. "So what is this your safe house?"

"Not exactly, but you will be safe here," I tell her as I unlock the door. She follows me in and I lock it behind us. She walks into the living room, glancing all around. She stops by the stairs that lead to the loft and turns around. "This is your house," it wasn't a question. "Yeah." I slide my hands into my pockets. Her eyes narrow as she studies me. "Okay," she says as she goes into the kitchen and starts rifling through cabinets, piles of paper, anything that she deems interesting. "Yeah make yourself at home." I roll my eyes and go upstairs.

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His house is surprisingly nice. It looks like an actual adult lives here, until you open the fridge anyway. How has this guy not died from alcohol poisoning? I find a box of poptarts above the sink and help myself. He owes me. "Hey so how did Barker die?" I yell for him. "Gunshot to the head," he calls back. At least it was quick I think. I go back into the living room and see him upstairs changing. Some people shouldn't be allowed to wear clothes. Come on Ella, it was a one time deal. You can't keep letting him in your pants, no matter how big his dick is. I flop on his couch and turn on his t.v. I look through his dvr. "Jesus Christ do you watch anything besides star trek?" I call again. "That's the beauty of living alone," he says coming down the stairs, his voice low and smooth.

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I take the remote from her and turn off the t.v. I pull the coffee table closer and sit in front of her. "I don't think it's a coincidence that you almost ended up dead the same day as Barker," I say.

"What do you mean?"

"I think someone tried to kill you, Ella."

"I had nothing to do with this."

I shook my head slightly as we stared at each other. I rub my face in my hands. "Your finger prints were on the murder weapon, El."

She stands up, frustrated. "Seriously? You still think I'm the one that did it? Someone framed me, doorknob."

"Either way you're involved and I want answers." I stand up, towering over her. She glares up at me, folding her arms over her breasts as she takes a few steps backwards.

"If you really believe that I killed your best friend why am I standing in your house right now?" Cause your pussy's worth killing for.

"Look, it's late...lets just get some sleep," I say.

"Ok."

I leave to get her blankets and when I come back she's taken off her jacket. I watch as she unbuttons her jeans and shimmy's her hips to get them over her ass, which is barely covered by the black lace panties she's wearing. They slide easily down her legs. Dammit. I wanted to do that. She turns around and notices me staring at her.

"What?"

"Nothing," I say, setting the blankets on the couch. She folds her arms and stares at me. "It's not like you haven't seen me naked before."

"Don't remind me," I say carelessly, trying to suppress the urge to throw her on the floor and fuck her on the rug. Poor choice of words. "Well excuse me, Mr. Hands!"

"That's not what I meant," I say rubbing my temple. "I mean, that's not the problem."

"Then what is the problem?" She says, annoyed.

With her words something in me snaps, and I feel what I felt 2 weeks ago in her apartment; primal urge. I can't fight it anymore. "You really want to know?" I ask, stalking towards her. "Yeah." Her eyes burning holes into mine. I'm so close I can feel the warmth radiating from her body. I want to feel her...I need to. I gently rub my thumb over her cheek bone and nuzzle her forehead. She's breathing hard now, eyes closed. "The problem," I almost whisper, "Is that you're sleeping on my couch and not in my bed."

"Is that right," she says, as I get even closer, our lips almost touching. She places her hand on my chest and looks at me. "Maybe you should do something about that." I search her eyes for 2 or 3 seconds before I grab her face and kiss her.

She walks backwards while kissing me, leading me towards the stairs. I grab her hips, picking her up and she wraps her legs around me. I carry her up the stairs to my bed room a gently toss her onto my bed. Before she can even move, I'm on top of her, pulling off my shirt in the process. She starts lifting hers and I pull it over her head. Her bra matches her panties but I'd rather take it off than admire her perfect tits whilst the were covered.

I slide my hand underneath the band and palm her right breast. It almost doesn't fit in my hand. She sits up and lifts herself into my lap. I look up at her full lips, slightly parted from her panting. She starts grinding her hips and I feel my already hard dick getting harder. I reach behind her and pull her hair tie out, letting her long tresses fall around her face, and down her back. She kisses me, deeply, passionately.

I slide my hand up her belly and unhook her bra from the front. she flicks it off her shoulders and arches her back as I take one of her breasts into my mouth. I bite softly and she grabs a fistful of my hair pulling harder until let go, kissing the other. I start taking my pants off, and she rolls me onto my back, yanking them off and tossing them on the floor.

She straddles my hips, the only thing separating my painfully hard dick is a thin piece of black lace. I prop myself up on one elbow but she pushes me down and kisses me. She wants to be in control, but I need this. I sit up and cup her face as I roll her onto her back and ease her into the mattress. I look her in the eye as I slide her underwear off and toss it aside. I take my finger and push aside the folds of her perfect smooth pussy, delving into her wetness before bringing it up to her clit.

"Shit, baby..."

She grips the sheets. I bring my hand back down and push a finger into her entrance slightly. She sighs as I ease two fingers inside her, feeling the walls of her tight pussy clamp around them. I take them out and suck her juices off them. I line my cock up against her slit and push slightly. She bites her lip, smiling slightly as I push into her ever so gently about 2 inches. I feel a familiar resistance from inside her...her pussy trying to retain its shape as I stretch it...reshaping her to fit all of me inside. I push in all at once and she arches her back, moaning my name. I can't hold back. I pull all my length out and them slam it all the way in at once. I can't stop thrusting...it's too good.

She wraps her legs around me and digs her fingernails into my back...hard. I hope it draws blood. Just when I think it can't get any better, she throws her head back and moans. Her pussy clamping down on me as she comes. I feel myself about to bottom, but try to hold off as long as I can. I can't move, she's clamped down too tightly, and I empty myself Inside her. We come down together, a sweating, heaping mess.