The Deadliest Secret (The Deadliest Series) (29 page)

             
“We’ll have the feds here, and Torrian can listen in, Kody will remain cuffed.” Scott spoke reassuringly.

             
“Good, I guess that is it, do you want me to go? You look like you need a break, plus it’s almost time for my next appointment.”

             
“By all means go prep.” Scott nodded, and watched Gwen stand.

             
She nodded back at him and left heading back to her office, Gwen pulled out a legal pad to write about the impending deal with the feds. She was nervous about it. This was going to be moving Kody out of their custody, and she would never have to see him again, unless she went to his execution to see the needle in his arm. Finally time came for her to leave and tell Torrian exactly what happened today, the pit of her stomach coiled. He was not going to like this…

Chapter twenty-two

The weekend was full of fights between Gwen and Torrian. Torrian did not want Gwen to put herself in danger for no reward. According to him the risk wasn’t worth the benefit. Gwen felt a need to get Kody away, Kody would be moved, and the federal agents promised her safety. She was going to do this. Torrian adored her and her stubborn nature but her decision to put herself in harms way made him grind his teeth. Sunday evening they finally called a truce.

             
“Please don’t do it… I know we called truce I just wanted to beg you one last time.” Torrian pulled Gwen into his lap on her couch and stroked the side of her face lovingly.

             
“I have to, this is going to help me get closure and possibly more families. Imagine if you lost someone and couldn’t find any answers. The police had leads but never were able to get justice. I’m helping these people get closure.” Gwen pressed herself against Torrian’s chest.

             
“I worry about you baby. It’s my job as your soon to be husband. Speaking of, what do you think about a small wedding just close family and us for the ceremony and reception a few days after this fiasco is over?” His hands rubbed up and down her arms.

             
Gwen maneuvered and held Torrian’s face in her hand. “That sounds perfect. I love you handsome.”             

             
“Now that is settled.” Torrian got his trademarked smirk, his full lips parting slightly to reveal his white teeth.

             
“Now what do you intend to do mister Ford?” Gwen was becoming more comfortable in her skin, more comfortable with flirting right back with him.

             
“Oh I’ll show you baby.” Torrian’s words were a low seductive growl, a carnal promise he was more than capable of fulfilling.

              Without another word his hand moved to her glorious backside, even with their romps she still worked out almost every day of the week. She was in perfect condition. She was svelte but not too skinny, she had curves in all the right places for him, and Torrian intended on kissing over them again tonight. Torrian’s hand kneaded at her ass, his reward was his favorite sound, her soft whimper of a moan.

             
“Not already baby it’s only going to get better.” His tongue traced the shell of her ear, she moaned once more and he began to swell with his own need.

             
Torrian’s free hand came to Gwen’s long blonde hair and pulled it free from her loose bun, he loved it when the tendrils would be free, flow around them. Without any warning he stood and carried her with one arm under her, the other hand still tangled in her hair, securing her face to his, he walked towards the kitchen, each step, each movement of his legs rubbed their hips together just right, the friction made Gwen’s breath pick up along with the moaning, more reward for him.

             
He arrived at their destination and set her on the counter and began to undress her, first her shirt came off and he loved the way her back arched against the cold marble surface beneath her, when he removed her bra he was met with her glorious nipples budding already, she was aroused and those breasts were letting him know he was doing it right. His words were reverent when he spoke. “I worship you Gwen.”

             
She angled herself up on her elbows to look at him as Torrian laid his head against her perfect stomach. Aching for her, for more. He kissed over her navel and down to her hips. The devilish glint back in his eyes as he lovingly nips at her hips, the flesh extra sensitive. She began to grind against him; this was exactly what he wanted. Hell this was what he needed. After a weekend of fighting it was time for makeup sex and there was no denying him at this point, she was putty for him. Torrian slid back up her body easily and kissed her lips; the taste of her tongue on his was explosive for him and this time it was his turn to moan loudly.

             
He retreated from her body for only a moment, quickly his hands pulled her pants and panties down in one swoop, in one swift movement she was bared to him and his mouth began to water taking in what he has claimed as his. She was his and she was going to know it even more tonight. Gwen shifted her legs and Torrian grabs them with a firm grip. She stopped her squirming.

             
“Since we’re in the kitchen, I need something to eat.” His words were so matter of fact it made her blush another win for his book.

             
Torrian pulled Gwen to the edge of the counter and kissed her hip again, she was already writhing beneath him. His chest rumbled an approval at her look of fervent desire. She leaned up higher on her elbows to watch him and boy did that turn his crank even more.

             
“Torrian” She moaned out during an intense undulation.

             
His body lunged forward, his mouth cupping her naked sex. Her most sensitive lips tasted like the sweetest honey he could imagine every time they made love it tasted that much better to him. His hands left their previous spots and came to her thighs, spreading them so he had easier access to her body. She jacked up off the counter, her body moving so fast Torrian almost lost his seal on her sex. He sucked her into his mouth harder, the more she bucked against him the more pleasure he found in it, he could feel his own cock beginning to leak for her.

             
Torrian took strong laps against her core despite her thrashing. He was in love and taking his time to pleasure her. He could feel her body preparing to release when he stopped, denying her the orgasm that was undoubtedly pounding through her. “God Torrian why did you stop?” She whimpered, her face a mask of pure lust.

             
“Because I want to be inside you when you cum.” He didn’t have the mind to mince words.

             
Torrian claimed Gwen’s body, he kissed his way up her supple skin until he reached her neck when he began to nip at her, he claimed her mouth once more, his own body like a missile, trained on her tender folds the blunt head of his erection pressing against her, gently probing into her, spreading her body for their united pleasures. Torrian’s head reared back as he was slowly sheathed in her velvet center. He bellowed with sexual enjoyment.

             
An animal lust took over and his hips began to move on their own will, soon he was thrusting into her with the power of a male desperate to mark his female, to pleasure her to the point she would not be able to walk the next day. Torrian’s relentless rhythm pummeled Gwen’s body, her soft moans were indication to her own gratification. His moans echoed her, knowing that she was pleasured by him drove him wild, he continued the intensity he would change the angle of his hips just to push her further.

             
Everything about her made each time better than the last. Sex only got better with each time they came together. Arousal washed over them both Torrian hitched Gwen’s long shapely leg around his hip and drove himself deeper, any shred of civility between the couple was gone. Just the way they wanted, or needed at this point.

             
“Torrian I am so close.” Gwen’s voice was a soft whimper, pleading for her release.

             
“Cum for me baby.” His own orgasm was nipping at his heels, his balls were so tight they began to hurt but he had to take care of his woman first, she came first and damn did she.

              Gwen’s body was in utter pleasure. Cries of passion erupted from her their throats, Gwen’s high-pitched cry mixed with Torrian’s deep baritone holler. She was deep in the throes of orgasm, there was no way she could stop it even if she tried. Her nails dug into Torrian’s strong back, she greedily fanned her fingers over his muscles every single one bulging as they came together. Their bodies rocked simultaneously as they released. She could feel her body bare down on his, milking him over the golden edge.

             
They were spent. Gwen’s chest heaved up and down while she tried to catch her breath. Torrian’s body shifted, he pulled from her body leaving her achingly empty, he pulled Gwen into his side under the safety of his arm; she sighed as she inhaled his strong scent that washed over all her senses.  She passed into sleep, no longer worried about what was coming Monday.

              Monday did come… Gwen was slightly sore from the night before. Flashes came back to her while she readied herself for another workweek, another Monday. She tried to recall all the details from her illicit time with Kody, she had banished from her mind for so long that it was now painful to relive it, and cognitively try to remember it. Each memory that came back to her was like a fresh punch to the heart. Torrian’s arms slipped around her from behind to steady her, she did feel better slightly at his touch but the thoughts were still there. Gwen leaned her head over and kissed his cheek with a gentle smile. She loved Torrian, and his strength gave her more in order to do this. It was time to go to work, and possibly see her ex for the last time.

              Stepping onto dry land the lump in Torrian’s throat began to expand fast, he almost couldn’t breathe. Today was the day Kody McQueen would stick the needle in his own vein.  Torrian took one more look at Gwen; she could stop a man’s heart with how she looked. She was wearing a tight black pencil skirt, and soft peach colored button up. Her hair was down and makeup was subtle. No woman had a right to look this attractive, but this was his woman and the other men here knew to keep their hands and eyes off. After kissing Gwen goodbye and she started towards the offices, he started towards the guards’ area to get his equipment ready. His day started by making the normal rounds, he checked each block and with every other guard on post. Time passed slowly…

              Gwen took her time through the day, she did not have any appointments to keep, her clients had been transferred so she could be outfitted with a wire, and they could prepare her for what she was about to endure mentally. The lead agent, or whom she assumed to be the lead agent on the case came to her, and sat close. They went over case file after case file that were all filled with the rage that resonated within Kody. In her heart Gwen knew that Kody committed these vicious crimes. 

             
The photographs were gruesome, and Gwen’s stomach gave a strong lurch at a particular one. The female had been blonde like her, had blue eyes like her, and was of a similar build to her before Kody’s hands got to her. The wounds to her face and chest were inflicted with a small pocketknife; Kody was close when he did this. Gwen could imagine the terror in her eyes. She had numerous gashes taken from her skin, angled marks marring her breast area; the killing blow had been the slashing of her throat. The blood loss was fast and tremendous. This was undoubtedly an attack unmentionable rage.  Gwen’s breath caught in her throat.

             
“Are you ready?” The agent asked suddenly.

             
“What?” Gwen was caught off guard.

             
“I asked if you were ready to do this.” His brows furrowed as if doubting her ability.

             
“Yes I am.” Gwen bristled because of his tone; she was the only one that could do this what would be their other choice?

             
After Gwen’s affirmative answer the clock seemed to grow louder with each second that passed. The seconds became minutes, and the minutes were marked by more tension in the room, everyone cleared and had to pretend to act normal like the federal government were not breathing down their neck and causing them all to tense up. Torrian had even come from the tower to watch and ensure safety. He was going to be locked in with the warden for the duration of this. They brought Kody in, his shackles still in place. The guards sat him in the chair and left, the door closing Gwen in with the one that had come to torment her again.

              Kody didn’t know if he was dreaming. When he had tried to show Gwen his love, his passion she reacted badly. He was told he would never see his beloved again.  Little did the paper pushing bastards know his Gwen came to him at night and told him exactly what he needed to do in order to have her at his side again. His brown eyes locked on her blues, she wasn’t speaking beyond their normal introductions. His hands wrapped around his head, how could she not remember? How could she not come to him as she did in his dreams the nights before? She had been coming more often as each day passed. She had to remember the ways she came to him, and made his body feel on fire with her caresses.