When I wake up, Keely’s gone.
Shit, I pushed her too far, lashing that sweet body to the bed and invading every part of her. She said she would take anything I gave her, and fuck if I didn’t put her to the test: driving her to the brink and back before I eased that juicy ass wide open and showed her what it feels like to be filled all the way to the fucking hilt.
The feel of her pussy clenching damn near drove me insane, and with the buzz of that vibrator rubbing through her walls? Fuck. I swore that next time, it’ll be my cock plunging into that tight rear channel, but as I look around at the dark, empty room, I feel a stab of remorse.
She wasn’t ready.
You fucked it up good this time.
Then the door swings open and Keely hurries inside. She’s breathless, checking behind her in the hall like she’s worried she’s being followed.
“Where have you been?” I demand, relief crashing through me. So she’s not halfway back to LA by now.
“Just, upstairs.” Keely checks outside again, before quietly closing the door. She comes to sit on the edge of the bed, and pulls out a file she’s had hidden in her robe. “I was looking through the attics for information about Ashcroft, and you won’t believe what I found.”
She passes me the file. I flip it open and freeze.
A photo of my father with mom, my brother and me.
“Where did you get this?” I snap my eyes back up. Does she know my secret? What’s going on?
“In boxes of Ashcroft’s stuff. Look, it’s my mom.”
Keely points to another photo in the file, of a young woman. I let out a sigh of relief. Shit, that was close.
Then I turn the photo over and see the writing on the back. “What the hell is this?”
“I don’t know, but it’s serious.” Keely curls her legs up under her. “I always thought mom ran away because Ashcroft broke her heart. That he didn’t want me, or something like that. But what if he broke things off to protect her -- from whoever was sending those threatening letters?”
I grip the file hard. My heart is suddenly pounding like a fucking jackhammer in my chest.
“What else did you find?” I demand in a low voice, trying to keep it together.
“Just those photos, and some love letters from Ashcroft to my mom. What do you think they mean?”
“I don’t know,” I answer slowly, looking through the bundle again. This time, I see another photo of my dad.
There’s a bullseye drawn on his face.
My blood runs cold. I remember that day, out in our front yard. Dad had just bought home a cool remote-controlled airplane for me, and we spent hours out there, playing together.
Back before I lost him. Before Ashcroft destroyed him -- or so I thought.
“I don’t know who that is,” Keely speaks up, watching me. “He was in the family albums too, maybe an old friend? I might try and track him down. Maybe he knows something about what happened back then.”
“He’s dead.”
I answer without thinking. Keely looks confused. I quickly cover. “I mean, he’s probably gone by now, right? Ashcroft kicked it already.”
“That’s different, the cancer got him. This guy looks in his forties there, so he must be about seventy now. That’s not too old.” Keely sighs. “But I don’t even know his name.”
Good.
I tuck the photo away when she’s not looking. “Come here.” I gesture, shoving the file aside as if its contents haven’t just turned my world upside down. “You look stressed. And I’ve got something that can take care of that.”
Try nine inches of hard cock. If anything can make me forget about this bombshell, sinking deep into her wet pussy will, but Keely snuggles up against me with a yawn. “Too tired,” she whispers, already drifting off. “You mind if we just sleep?”
I exhale. “Sure thing, baby.”
She’s out like a light in seconds, her warm curves wrapped around me. I stare at the ceiling, my body wired tight, my dick hard and hungry for her.
What the fuck is going on?
I always thought it was so simple. Ashcroft screwed my dad out of the company. My dad couldn’t take the shame and disappointment, so he put a shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.
For twenty-two years I’ve hated Charles Ashcroft, and blamed him for my father’s death. Twenty-two years of white-hot resentment. Twenty-two fucking years determined to make him pay.
But now...
I pull out the photo and stare at it in the dark. The target is scrawled in harsh black marker, crystal clear.
I’m watching.
If Ashcroft sent away Keely’s mom to protect her, what if he did the same to my dad: shut him out of the company so this mystery blackmailer wouldn’t take his revenge?
My head thunders with questions, too fucking loud.
Everything I thought I knew is spinning out of control, and the center of the storm is laying right here beside me.
Keely.
She’s breaking through my defenses, chipping away at my stone cold heart. And now she’s unraveling the only thing I thought I was sure of in the world.
What the fuck do I do now?