Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Mattie

Iwake up sprawled over Rigs’ big body. The room is chilly but he’s warm, so I cuddle up closer to him. One of his arms comes out and he pulls me closer. He doesn’t say anything and I’m not even sure he’s awake. His movement seemed almost like an automatic response. One that made me the happiest woman alive.

I smile against his chest as I think about all the great sex we had last night. My sweet biker wasn’t joking when he said he wanted to worship my body like I deserved. He feasted on me and then some. I get aroused just thinking about the way his devilish tongue slid against my clit. I’ve never had a man make me squirt, must less get off on it. I didn’t even know I was capable of it, but last night I went to new heights. Rigs was a pro when it came to sex, a part of me had a flash of jealousy when I thought about all the other women he must have pleasured with his spectacular cock over the years. But then I remember what he’d told me when I first arrived, about wanting to settle down. Maybe he really could fall for me? Because |I sure as hell was falling for him. There was an age difference, but that man was like a fine wine, and I was certainly reaping the rewards of his years of experience.

Rigs didn’t rush anything. He ignored his own straining cock to make sure I was pleasured. I shifted feeling the delicious ache between my thighs, that sensation that showed I’d been well and truly fucked.

His deep voice cuts through my filthy reminisces, “You keep squirming around this morning and I’m going to fuck you into the bed.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I tease him back.

“Aren’t you scared of being forced to take my ginormous cock first thing in the morning?”

It was amusing that he used the term forced. “I don’t think you’d ever have to force a woman who’d caught a glimpse of your best feature.”

He chuckles, “Do you think my cock’s my best feature, or are you just teasing me for saying that to lure you into bed with me?”

“Maybe a little from column A and a little from column B,” I respond as I trace two fingers down his happy trail. “I don’t know if your cock is impressive because it’s ginormous or because it just looks more prominent because of the manscaping.”

“Maybe it’s like you said, a little from column A and a little from column B.”

I think of the one thing I know will immediately turn him on. “I loved feeling your cock stretch my tight pussy.”

I hear him gasp, so I keep up the sexy talk. “Last night when you came inside me, I could tell you were filling me up with your seed. Filling me up to over-flowing actually. It must be because of those big balls of yours.”

“Fuck, woman. You do not play fair.” He slides down the bed. “Open up woman. I want to lick you until you come screaming my fucking name.”

I lock my knees together and shake my head. “No way. We’ve got things to do. We can’t lie around in bed all day having sex.”

He glances up at me with a concerned look on his face. “Was I too much. I didn’t want to be greedy with your pretty little pussy but every time I got a taste, I just wanted more.”

I reach down to cup the side of his face. “Did you hear me screaming at you to stop?”

A slow grin spreads over his handsome face. “No, I did not. Quite the opposite in fact.

I press my knees tighter together.

“I’m waiting for permission to lick your pretty pussy and put my cock inside you. Is this a no, or are you still thinking it over?”

“You didn’t say the magic word,” I tease.

He opens his mouth, but before he can speak there’s a loud banging on our door.

“Fuck off, it’s too early,” Rigs shouts.

“It’s ten a.m. and Zen wants to talk to right away. He’s got a lead on that assistant coach you wanted to talk to.”

Rigs flings himself onto his back and stares up at the ceiling. “Cockblocked by work,” he grumbles.

He looks so miserable, and his cock is all swollen and almost purple.

“Let’s see if I can take care of your little problem and send you off with a smile on your face,” I lean over and slowly circle my tongue around the tip of his cock then take the head into my mouth. To say he’s shocked would be an understatement. This man is dumbfounded. I wrap my hand around the bottom of his shaft, trying to cover as much of his length as possible.

His hand comes out to gather my hair and holds it back. “God, that feels good, Mattie. You’ve a generous woman and I won’t forget this kindness.”

I flick my tongue against his piercing, making it jiggle which elicits a gasp from him, then I hollow out my cheeks, sucking him as I stroke in long jerky movement, much like I saw him giving himself last night. His words turn into groans of pleasure and just as my jaw starts to get tired, he says, “Pull off if you don’t want to taste me, darlin’.”

Instead of pulling back I take him deeper into my throat. He comes instantly. When he gushes into my mouth, there is just too much to swallow. It floods my mouth and drips down over my lips and the length of his cock. I ease him down and clean him up with my tongue, he tastes salty and delicious, and I can’t get enough.

“Oh fuck, Mattie. You have no idea how good that felt.”

I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a hug. “If it was half as good as how your mouth felt on me, I’m thrilled for you.”

“You’re the most amazing woman to ever hit my bed. I’m so glad you gave us a chance.”

“Me to, baby.”

“Now, you’re making me not want to get out of bed again. Pretty words and deeds like that should be rewarded.”

I give him a quick kiss and said, “You can reward me tonight, assuming I’m still able to walk.”

“I ain’t never damaged a woman with my cock, and I don’t plan to start with the woman of my dreams.”

“You always say the sweetest things, we’d better get out of bed before we get distracted again.”

I crawl over him and jump out of bed. I was about to head to the restroom, but I lose my footing and stumble. I forget that sometimes my legs get a bit weak and then I’m reminded about my MS.  He catches me with one strong arm and steadies me on my feet.

“Sorry about that,” I say, embarrassed that he saw me like that. After being unceremoniously dumped after my diagnosis, I’m always scared that once any man sees a sign of weakness they’ll run off.

“Mattie, never apologize for things you can’t help. You will always be perfect in my eyes—you forget I’ve been in the military and seen men get life changing injuries. Having a disability doesn’t define a person. I want you in my life on your good days and bad. Nothing could detract from your desirability or my respect for you, most of all something like that.”

I press my mouth together to keep my lips from trembling. “Thank you for understanding that I’m more than my MS.”

He shrugs his big shoulders. “It’s only fair. I’m more than my foot in mouth disease and you overlooked that perfectly fine.”

I burst out laughing at his self-effacing humor.

“Let’s get our showers over with as quickly as possible so we don’t leave my club brother waiting any more than necessary.”

I agreed and we did just that. Temptation was hard to resist but we managed. We grab a cup of coffee and go to meet with their club’s IT specialist. The man’s name is Zen, after meeting him I think I know how he came by that nickname, the man is so laid back he’s practically horizontal.

Rigs asks, “I hear you got something on William Winslow.”

“Yeah, I did. He worked at Las Salinas High School for a total of three years. As far as I can tell he must have gotten laid off About eight months ago because he started collecting unemployment shortly after.”

“Okay, that in itself is suspicious, he lost his job around the same time Evan went missing. Do you have any addresses for him?”

“You know that I do. He’s currently living in a one-bedroom apartment on the east side of town. As far as I can tell unemployment ran out three months ago. I’m not showing any visible means of employment for him.”

“This is all pretty strange. Did you find anything else on him?”

“I ran a background check, but it came back clean. There were no prior arrests, not even a parking ticket. It’ll be interesting to hear what he has to say about losing his job. As hard as teachers are to come by around here, I can’t imagine they would just lay one off out of the blue.”

Zen’s not wrong about that. Teachers are scarce on the ground in Las Salinas, as well as just about every other town in California. The fact that he had been claiming unemployment suggested that he had actually been laid off, because if he’d been fired or quit, then he wouldn’t have qualified.

I wait patiently as Rigs and Zen chat back and forth about the assistant coach. I have to admit it feels like this case is finally coming together. If I could just find one of the kids then the whole process might start to unravel, I guess I was hoping for some kind of domino effect.

When Rigs finishes talking to his club brother we go to his office. He starts scrolling through this phone to pull up directions, and I start making quick notes about what we had discovered so far. Every detail I could remember went down on paper. I should have done this last night the minute we got back to the clubhouse, while it was all still fresh in my mind, but the surprise attack totally derailed my train of thought. I’m nowhere near finished when Rigs looks up and asks, “Do you wanna get breakfast right now our after we interview Winslow?”

“After,” I say. “I don’t want to waste any time getting to him, because if he’s not there we’ll have to look for him. I don’t get a day off very often and I don’t want it to go to waste.”

“Fair enough. We might as well get going. I’m not having my woman going hungry though, I’ll grab a couple of muffins and see if the prospects can wrap us some bacon. That should keep us going until lunch.”

I smile to myself at his thoughtfulness.

***

We jump on his motorcycle and head toward the east side of town. Again, I’m reminded how refreshing it is to be on the back of Rigs’ motorcycle. I don’t think anyone could be stressed if they were riding a Harley. The seats are comfortable, and the ride is smooth, so I lean into my man and enjoy the scenery.

Rigs pulls into an apartment complex, and we search for Winslow’s home. When we find his first-floor end unit Rigs knocks on the door. When no one answers he knocks again. Just when I think no one is going to answer, someone finally opens it. The man has clearly just gotten out of bed. His hair is disheveled, and there’s stubble along his otherwise clean-shaved jawline. He’s wearing a t-shirt and a pair of dark pajama pants. “Yeah, what do you need?” He states gruffly.

“Good morning, my name is Matilda Mathews and I’m with child protective services. My partner, Mr. Kowalski, and I are making our final report on the disappearance of Evan White. If you don’t mind, we’d like to ask you some questions.”

“Yeah. Come on in,” he says as he steps back from the door. “Can I get you some coffee or anything?”

“No, thank you Mr. Winslow. I don’t want to take up anymore of your time than necessary.”

We sit down on his sofa, and he sits across from us. “I’m really disappointed that Evan hasn’t been found when I heard he was missing I looked everywhere I could think of, but had no luck.”

That was interesting, I thought Winslow was just the assistant coach, but it sounds like he was close to Evan. “When was the last time you saw him?”

“I believe it was April, seventh. I got a call from him saying he was in trouble and needed someone to talk to. I met him at the end of the school day, and he showed up with a black eye.”

I lean forward. “Did he say what happened?”

“Yeah, he said his foster dad clocked him for not keeping his room clean. They got into a disagreement, and he said things escalated.”

“Did you call the police or CPS?” As a teacher this man should have known that if there were any signs of child abuse then that had to be reported.

“Sometimes Evan lied about stuff. The bruise looked old.” He pauses and looks embarrassed. “Coach Strawn is a good coach, I really don’t think he would have hit him.”

I nod, I still think he should have reported it, but I continue asking questions. “Did Evan have regular disagreements with him?”

“Yeah, Coach Strawn is kind of a hot head. His heart is in the right place, but he loses his cool at times.”

“So was Evan violent a lot?”

“No, of course not. Why would you think that?”

“When we interviewed Mr. Strawn, he said that you gave bad reports about Evan being aggressive and not following directions.”

“Alright, I wasn’t going to say anything, but Strawn is an asshole. He’s always yelling and screaming at the players. Most of them are terrified of him. Evan was about the only one who stood up to him and as you can imagine that didn’t go well for him.”

“So, you didn’t report he was aggressive?”

“No. In addition to being an asshole, Strawn was a control freak. He never let me interact with the players. I was just a glorified towel boy. I did notice that he was ten times harder on Evan than any of the others. I always wondered if that was because of the animosity between the two of them or because Strawn felt like he had to be harder on Evan to keep from being accused of favoritism.”

“What do you think happened to Evan?”

The younger man rubbed his jawline as he thought it over. “I don’t know. He was a troubled kid, but I always found him pleasant. In the weeks before he was sent to the facility, he seemed withdrawn.”

Rigs speaks up for the first time, “How did you learn he was missing?

“Strawn came in one day, pissed that someone from CPS had been out to see him. Evan had been gone for three months and apparently when they did a welfare check there was no record of the kid ever arriving at the facility. They wanted to see if he’d returned to his foster home.”

“You said you looked everywhere for him but didn’t find him. Where did you look?” Rigs asks.

Winslow rubs his forehead for a brief moment. “Evan was interested in all kinds of things, like music, choir, and theatre. He liked anything that kept him busy after school. Because of his conflict with Coach Strawn, he didn’t like to be at home. He’d sometimes come and see me for advice.”

“What did you tell him?” Rigs asks.

“Just the normal stuff. Stay out of his way, follow the rules and do all the thousand and one things the Strawn demanded of him. I swear the kid was in a no-win situation.”

“Coach Strawn thought Evan might be trying to get back to his old home in the hopes that his grandmother might return from the nursing home when she got back on her feet.”

“No. Evan was well aware that his grandmother would never be coming out of the nursing home. She was bedridden and incontinent. He was pretty torn up about being taken away from her. But going back was never an option. He knew that because he helped clear out her house the week before CPS got the call that he was couch surfing.”

Rigs asks him another pertinent question, “Why were you laid off of your job at Las Salinas High?”

“I wasn’t laid off. My position was a grant funded position that was only supposed to be for one year, but it got renewed an additional two years. I had a good run of it and ended up with experience and a good solid job reference, so that worked out well for me.”

My curiosity gets the better of me. “Teachers are in short supply. How is it that you’re having a hard time finding employment?”

“I’m not a teacher. I’m a sports medicine tech. The only job I had at the school was working with the sports teams. I never taught there.” He frowns. “Sorry, I don’t seem to have reliable information on what happened to Evan. He’s a good kid and deserves better than the raw hand life dealt him.”

I come to my feet and Rigs follows suit. “Well, you’ve actually been a great help. Thank you for talking to us today. We’re doing our best to track down what happened to Evan.”

“Good luck with your investigation. If you need anything else from me, just let me know.”

Rigs and I walk out of Winslow’s apartment more bewildered than ever. We don’t even talk about it. We just get on his bike and take off.