Author's Note: We keep pushing ahead! I'm deliberately taking my time with this book. I love these characters and want to develop this as fully as possible. Thanks for reading!
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I had the security company on the phone before the G-Wagon came to a stop in the driveway. The voice on the other end exuded competence.
"I've already spoken with the team at your house, Mr. Cameron," he said. "It was a florist's delivery driver who dropped them off. We have someone at the flower shop right now, to see if we can trace back where these came from."
"Thanks," I said, and we got out of the car.
"If there are any developments, we'll call you immediately," the security representative said. "And there are still two guards at your home."
"I appreciate it," I said and hung up. I turned to Kat and Crystal and said, "Well, this certainly puts another twist on the day. I sure could use a drink."
Kat made a direct path to the vase that held a card.
"Oh god," she said. "Read it." She handed it to me.
I read it aloud. "Every single day," I said. "Christ. And every word you say. Every game you play. Every night you stay. I'll be watching you. Fucking hell. And fucking unoriginal."
"What's this about?" Crystal asked.
"We have a stalker," I said. "We think Rita does. But maybe Kat, too."
"That's so creepy!" Crystal said.
"We've got security working on it and protecting the house," I explained. "So we're fine. But it's definitely disconcerting."
"They're pretty flowers at least," Crystal said.
Kat looked at me and subtly shook her head. Now I questioned my previous skepticism about Crystal's innocence. If she was playing a game, she was excellent at it.
"Let's get these inside," Kat said.
"I've got it," I said. "Can you please check on Jess and Rita?"
Kat went inside, and Crystal followed. It only took a few minutes to pile the vases inside the front door. At least the roses smelled good. As I set down the last two, I heard Kat whisper across the room to me.
"John," she hissed. Then she beckoned me with an urgent hand.
I walked briskly toward her, my heart pounding, but Kat put a finger across her lips.
"Look in the bedroom," Kat whispered.
I heard the moans before our bed came into view. And then the familiar, high-pitched orgasmic scream of Rita.
When I reached the doorway, and the girls came into focus, the fires of desire lit instantly. Rita had her back toward me, her arms behind her, and her hips thrusting up and down rapidly. As her body moved, I caught glimpses of Jess, who was in a mirrored position across from Rita. Her back arched backward, and her arms were behind her. She humped up and down rapidly. They were scissoring.
"Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming again!" Rita cried out.
Their two lithe, beautiful bodies moved in tandem, blurring together as if they were one. Rita kept climaxing, and then an almost mist-like spray ejected from her.
"Oh, Jesus!" she yelled. "I'm squirting!"
Jess's face lit up in ecstatic surprise. She opened her mouth, welcoming the splattering of the second and third jets that splashed against her tongue.
"Fuck yes," Jess said. "Fuck yes! Fuck! I'm cumming, too!"
I felt a warm body behind me. It was Kat. She took my hand and rubbed it gently.
"They're so beautiful, aren't they?" she whispered.
"It's incredible," I said.
I cursed under my breath when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I glanced at the notification, and it was the security company. I had to step away and take it. I put the handset to my ear and walked past Crystal, who was at the bar practicing chopping and cutting lines of cocaine. She smiled at me with dilated pupils, her dimples appearing every time she chomped her gum.
"Hi, this is John," I said.
The security company had a lead. The flower shop was a small operation without security cameras. The buyer had paid in cash. The owner didn't believe he had ever seen the customer before. But across the street? There was a gas station across the street, and it had a security camera perched on the canopy covering its pumps. Because of its generous angle, it also captured the front entrance of the florist. The security team sent me a picture. It was surprisingly clear given the distance yet still a little fuzzy. I turned around, walked past Crystal as she snorted more cocaine, and tapped Kat on the back lightly. I motioned her to follow me. The moans from the bedroom had not abated.
"They got a picture," I whispered to Kat as we sat on the sofa. "Do you recognize this guy?"
She took my phone and squinted. The image was of an average-height male with legs that looked short because his pants weren't pulled up very high, likely because they coudn't get past his ample belly. He also seemed to have a mustache. I noticed Crystal wander from the bar to the threshold of the bedroom. I thought her eyes might pop out of their sockets when she saw the scene on the bed.
"Holy shit," Kat said, recapturing my attention. "This is Jeremy, the guy who runs our teleprompter at the station."
"Are you sure?" I said. "Look really closely."
"I don't need to," Kat said. "We see him every day, all day. It's Jeremy. I can't believe this. He is the nicest, most shy guy."
"I need his full name," I said. "Do you know it? What else do you know about him?"
Kat gave me an entire rundown. I put her on the phone with the security company to relay it. They told us to sit tight until they gave us the all-clear.
"I don't know about you, daddy," Kat said, "but I feel good knowing they think they found the guy."
"Me, too, Kitty Kat," I said.
"I'm sad about who it is," she said. "If it's him. He is always so nice, especially to Rita and me. Nice but not creepy. At all. This really is shocking."
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine, daddy," she said. "It's not like I really know him. Obviously. It's a shock, but I only care about our safety."
"Do you want a drink?" I asked.
"God, yes please," she said.
Before I got up, Kat embraced and kissed me.
"You're such a good protector, daddy," she said. "I always feel safe with you."
