Chapter 13

I preparedfor my evening saunter a bit earlier than the previous evening, and Hannah noticed me raring to go.

"Someone's eager," she commented as I swung on my cape. "I thought you were of the opinion we wasted our time since the wolf's aware we're deliberately baiting him."

"I've got a movie date later with Aidan," I stated, trying to act cool, and yet my heart raced as if it were the first time a boy asked me out.

The reply arched her brow. "A movie date at a theater?"

"His place, actually."

Her lips pursed. "I don't know if that's a good idea. I'm supposed to be watching over you. Unless you were planning to bring me along."

And have her cock-blocking? Hell no. "Let's not get crazy here. I'll be fine. The killer won't have a clue I'm there since I won't be leaving the building."

"What if he comes knocking at your stud's door?"

I snorted. "As if he'd knock. If he did show up, pretty sure Aidan and I can handle it. Or are you worried about being here alone if he shows up?"

"Ha. That would be the last mistake he made."

"Then no problem."

She didn't look entirely convinced, but she also didn't forbid me. "Go on your date. I'll let Gerome know, though. Knowing him, he'll stake out the stairwell. He's got this overprotective thing with me as if I actually was his little sister."

"At least he's got your back."

"Wish he'd get my front," she muttered.

Did I detect some pent-up sexual frustration? None of my business.

"I'm off. Feel free to play any of my games, but do me a favor and set up a new profile if you don't have a login."

"Afraid I'll mess up your stats?"

"Yes," I huffed with a chuckle.

I left the apartment, dressed once more in my red cape, and did my jaunt up the road. The prickling sensation at my nape let me know someone watched. Good guys or bad? Hard to tell. Even harder to act casual remembering the sniper of the night before. While my gut said the wolf would prefer a more personal killing, I couldn't help but wonder if a gunman had me in his sights. I'd hate to die so abruptly without even a chance to fight.

The night proved void of foot and even vehicular traffic, people obviously taking the warning to stay inside seriously. The almost unnatural calm led to me being startled when a stream of rats suddenly emerged from a sewer to flow across the street and down the next hole. Since they didn't swarm me, I kept walking.

As I passed an apartment building much like my own, someone leaned out of a window and tossed down a bundle of hair, the braid fat and tied at the end with a ribbon. A new Rapunzel. I made a note of the address so we could send someone around in the morning. Most likely another teen with a mom who wouldn't let her go to a party. Fun fact, in most Rapunzel cases, the witch turned out to be just stern and overprotective parents.

I made it to the store unaccosted. As I exited laden with candy, three pigs trotted in front of me, and, yes, I blinked because pigs weren't in the original Grimm stories. More proof the Grimm Effect expanded? More worrisome, if they brought along their villain, we might have more than one wolf in the city. I fired off a text to Belle and Cinder, letting them know what I'd seen. We could deal with it tomorrow. I was getting laid tonight.

I hoped.

The attraction sure seemed to be there. But would Aidan follow through? I'd soon find out.

My step quickened as I spotted my building. Almost time and I had butterflies. A sudden prickle of my skin had me pausing to glance behind. I saw no one but felt eyes staring.

I gave whoever watched the finger.

Taunting? Yup. I was good with it.

I passed Gerome in the stairwell and wouldn't have even known he hid in the deep shadows, only he grunted in greeting as usual. He didn't talk much. To me at least.

As I reached Aidan's floor, I passed it to hit my apartment first.

A knife-wielding Hannah arched a brow when I walked in. "Back so soon? How disappointing for you."

"I haven't gone to Aidan's place yet. I wanted to change."

Hannah eyed me and my ass-kicking ensemble. "Probably a good idea since your current outfit screams ‘I'm going to fuck you up.'"

An apt description considering the leather pants, shitkickers, and all.

"I got you some chocolate bars." I dumped out the stash on the counter for my temporary roommate with the sweet tooth.

"Ooh. Yummy."

As she went to scoop, I slapped my hand on the cherry licorice. "That's coming with me to Aidan's."

"Because nothing screams seduction like sucking something limp and red," she replied deadpan.

"It won't be limp for long." I winked, and she snickered.

I quickly changed, nothing fancy, because I refused to be anything but me. It meant soft track pants, a T-shirt, but no bra, and flip-flops.

Hannah eyed me up and down. "Way to make an effort."

"I'm not the girly type. So it's take me as I am," said as I tucked my gun into a holster and put it in a bag with the licorice. "I'll be back before midnight."

Her brow arched. "That quick?"

"It's been a while for me, so I doubt I'll need more than five minutes, to be honest," I stated, kind of shocked by my own brazenness. But true. It had been a long time since I'd been with someone, and the way Aidan got my libido running, I might come as soon as he touched me.

"If you're going to be later, let me know."

"Why? You going to barge in to check on me?"

"Yes."

"Good to know."

"Have fun."

I planned to.

With each step I took, the annoying butterflies in my stomach multiplied. Since when did I get nervous? Sure, I found Aidan sexy and, after our initial rough start, interesting. But why did my pulse flutter? I'd been with men before. Been on plenty of first dates, so why did this feel different?

Aidan opened the door before I could even knock, as if he'd been waiting.

"Hey," his low, rumbled greeting. He looked sexy and at ease in his athletic pants and form-fitting shirt. Ironic how we'd both dressed the same. I noticed he wore nothing on his feet, which were large—hopefully like something else on him.

"Hey." I suddenly found myself shy.

"I wasn't sure you'd come."

"Oh, I hope I do." Yup, it slipped out, and he didn't blush, but he did grin, a devasting thing to see since it popped the sexiest dimple. "I'll do my best."

If I'd worried about his lack of interest, that was dispelled the moment he dragged me into his arms and kicked the door shut.

He dipped his head to claim my lips. He coaxed them, teasing my bottom lip between his. He grunted as I clasped him tight, pressing my body firmly against his. My mouth pressed hard against his, and when his lips parted, I slipped him some tongue, a wet slide and rub that had me humming with need.

He crushed me closer, and I cursed the fact we still wore clothes. I wanted to feel his naked skin against mine. I dropped my bag of goodies onto a side table and grabbed at his shirt. He quickly grasped my intent, stripping it for me while I did the same.

"No bra?" He arched a brow and offered a small smile.

"I went for comfort."

"Sexy," he growled, dragging me back for another kiss.

Our lips meshed, and our breathing quickened. My hands tugged at his pants, pushing at them until he chuckled. "Slow down."

"Later. I've been thinking about this all day," I admitted.

"In that case…" He grabbed the waistband of my track pants and shoved them down past my ass.

I kicked them free and stood there naked, admiring him. Big all over. Big arms. Thick chest. Tapering waist. Muscled thighs. And yup, a fat cock.

"Before we play…" He snagged something from the table. A condom.

"Allow me." I ripped the box open and the wrapper crinkled as I removed it. He sucked in a breath as I rolled it over his shaft, stroking it as I encased it in protection. "Ready to go," I announced, staring at it.

It twitched as I kept staring.

"Fuck. It's like you want me to lose control."

"Please do."

With a growl of passion, he put his hands on my waist, lifted me off the floor, and leaned my back against the wall at just the right height.

Mmm.

My legs wrapped around his waist, pressing my wet pussy against his cock, which got trapped between our bodies.

I did my best to grind against him, and he made a noise as he helped me by leaning his hips back enough that the tip of him could home in on its target.

He slid into me, the fit snug. I moaned as he kept pushing, slowly, stretching. I didn't even realize I dug my nails into his shoulders until he murmured, "Are you okay?"

"Hell yeah, I am." To prove it, I grabbed his lower lip for a nibble. Tugged it with my teeth while rolling my hips to seat him even deeper. I began to kiss and suck at his neck as he clenched my ass to hold me in place, his hips starting to move, the thrusts short but deep.

"Harder," I panted.

Aidan grunted and threw his head back, the cords in his neck tense. He began thrusting, in and out, fast, hard pumps that slammed his cock right into my sweet spot.

My pussy clenched around him, and all of me held on tight as I enjoyed the ride. He changed his angle slightly, and I shouted as he bumped my G-spot.

Over and over.

And I was done.

I came, loudly, tightly, insanely, the waves of pleasure just about killing me, and it kept going as he came, his cock pulsing inside the condom, thickening in that moment, triggering a second orgasm that left me weak.

A good thing he held me close, his face buried in my hair, because I was a limp noodle.

When he finally released me, I slid slowly down the wall and huffed, "Wow." I'd been with men. I'd had orgasms, but this… this took it next level.

It didn't end there. We made it to his bed for the next round, but any thoughts of cuddling and maybe dropping Hannah a line to say I'd be spending the night went out the window with a text from Belle just before midnight.

Meet me downstairs. The killer struck again.