Chloe shoved off of Nicki and swung around, pulling at his tie to loosen it, and practically ripped his shirt off. He was backing her up as he devoured her mouth as though he'd been drowning and finally was able to surface. The backs of her knees hit the bed, and she was down with a small bounce. She had managed to get half his shirt off him.
He was in a crouch over her and stood back up to undress completely. He even took off his socks, she noticed. Jon never took off his socks. It had always driven her crazy. He only took them off to shower. He hated to look at feet, even his own, and never took his socks off. When swimming, he wore those horrible pool shoes even at the beach.
Chloe looked at Nicki's feet. They were nice. Not hideous or anything, not particularly beautiful feet, just feet, nice feet. She allowed her eyes to travel upward until she saw his cock spring lose as he slid his boxers down. It was straight as a board, pointing at her as though it knew exac
"Nicki?!" She said, sitting up staring at Geoffrey. His head was between her legs, and he was licking her pussy. Geoffrey, still sitting there, looked up, wagging his tail and smiling with his tongue hanging out happily. She had forgotten he was there. "Does he have to watch and participate?" "Huh?" "It's just, I don't know, a bit creepy." "Oh! Fuck, sorry about that. I'll put him out back." Nicki had been in the process of putting a condom on. He tossed the Pleasure Pack he was holding on the bed and went down the hall calling Geoffrey. When had he grabbed the condoms? She thought. When Nicki returned, he grabbed a new condom. He leaned across her and kissed her hard, then pulled back and ripped into the package looking down at her with passion scrawled across his face. She had stopped him before he started to roll it up. She'd forgotten about him. Maybe he needed her mouth on him. That's what Jon
Nicki had open condoms all over the place. He was on condom number sixteen and had just got it on correctly when Veronica got to the door. She stood at the door, gaping, probably looking very much like Chloe had the other day in the reverse situation, but no one had seen her and wouldn't be able to tell her if that were true or not. Veronica began screaming bloody murder. "You bitch! How could you! We're best friends! You fucking cunt!" She screamed and lunged forward trying to get at Chloe. Chloe began crab crawling up the bed and out of the way, completely naked and only slightly aware of that fact. She was more so alert to the crazy woman who somewhat resembled her best friend, Veronica, now coming at her. Jonathan came rushing into the room and looked around. Seeing Nicki and Chloe naked and used condoms everywhere, he immediately flung himself at Nicki. "You son of a bitch" He growled while in mid-air over the naked stunned Nikki, w
Chloe woke up with a start to smelling salts a female Emergency Medical Technician had waved over her nose. The EMT's had arrived at the house shortly after the police and stepped under the yellow tape that had already been put up. A short, bulky guy with peach fuzz hair and a hard jaw was squatting in front of Chloe and taking her vitals. "My name is Josh." He said. "Can you tell me your name?" "Um…Chloe Ellen Mackenzie er Harris." The smelling salts they used on her burned her nose. It had also stung and pinched a bit but was over almost as soon as it started. "How old are you Mrs. Harris?" Josh asked her in a rather concerned voice though he didn't look concerned. He looked matter of fact. Assessing her for what? Some sort of mental instability, probably, Chloe thought. "29." She told him. After they had finished taking her vitals, which were somewhat normal for such an ordeal, they gave t
"I woke up late, around elevenish, left the house to get a birthday gift. First, I stopped at Starbucks for a white chocolate mocha. Then the local florist to get daisies for my dad, then to see my dad, then to the grocery store, I needed milk. Then I got pulled over by fucking Pike for littering." "Littering?" He interjected, his eyebrow going up again. This time, she could have sworn she saw him smirk. For some odd reason, the sight warmed her slightly. "Er. Well, I sort of tossed an ice cream container out my passenger window in a mild fit of hysteria. I was eating too much and having a bad day." "Hysteria, hmm? A bad day shopping?" Again he wore that quiet smirk. "Well, yes, sort of. Mostly visiting my dad was a little distracting, I suppose." "Ah. So Officer Pike," he said with a hint of mockery, "pulled you over then what? Did he cuff and book you?"
"Please continue, Mrs. Harris." He encouraged her. "Well, he sort of fingered me a bit, and the dog licked me, then he was trying to get the er, um, the condom on, but he could figure them out, I guess." "The dog?" "Oh! No, Nicki put Geoffrey outside. No, Nicki was putting on the condoms. I um, we didn't use those things, Jon and I. Jon did at first, but then I went on the pill, and that was ages ago." "Right. What time was that?" He interjected, his eyebrow going up slightly again. This time she could have sworn she saw him smirk. For some odd reason, the sight warmed her slightly, though she had no idea why he was smirking. "You left the restaurant to go to his house?" "Er. Well, I…around seven, I think, I dropped him at work to get his car then went to his house...Yeah, it was five minutes to seven when we left because Veronica was going to spin class,
"Oh." Chloe hadn't realized how close she had gotten to Mr. Policeman. She had been staring into those eyes and getting a little lost while he talked and was nearly an inch away. She quickly took a step back and looked down at her shoes to keep from being hypnotized further. He didn't seem to take notice. "You'll hear from your lawyer in a day or two, I'm sure, about wills and life insurance and all that. Technically Jonathan is a homicide, while Nicki is a murder and Veronica suicide, according to your story. But we are still looking into things. So Nicki's next of kin will be notified and all that jazz. As far as the police are concerned, well, I've got a lot of paperwork, and the labs will be busy. You are still a suspect, so you don't need to contribute to this case other than staying out of trouble and staying in town." She could swear he was suggesting she were guilty, and it felt like he was also flirting with her. Something about his eyes seeme
Chloe woke up the next morning on the couch with a crick in her neck and a bit of a headache. She was exhausted and didn't know what to do. First, she needed to call Aunt Lane. She was the only family Chloe had left, and she needed to tell her what happened or at least summarize. She didn't want to repeat the whole story again. She hadn't wanted to tell the story last night to Mr. Policeman, but he was just sitting there nibbling away at her soul with his eyes and his smirk, and god, he was something. She wouldn't mind office sex with him. He had left her at home, asked if she was going to be okay, handed her a card, and said to call if she needed anything, and that was that, she thought. She wasn't too sure. She felt as though something was missing. She couldn't quite remember him leaving, really. The card, where did she put it, she found it on a side table near where she had kicked off her shoes. She didn't think she would sleep after what happened, but she
Chloe had made a quick call to work and they assured her bereavement time was already set up then she finally found the spare key to Jon's desk after looking for nearly an hour. He always kept one on his keychain, but there was always a spare in the house somewhere. It was her copy, but she never really had a use for it, so she often misplaced it. Jon had always used the desk and handled legal matters and all the numbers for things like bills and whatever else needed to be done. He was, after all, an accountant. She knew his key to the desk more than likely was at the police station being swabbed and prodded or stored in a plastic bag. She sat down at the large mahogany desk and took a deep breath. She had no clue what to expect from the lawyer or what to even say. She picked up the landline. She never used it, not even once, but she thought it was appropriate for some reason. She dialed the number on the business card paper clipped to some legal documents she knew nothing a
"Maybe we can help distract each other," Jackson suggested. "Mmm." She moaned as he kissed her again, closed the door without leaving and carried her to bed. Chloe thought at long last something good would come of all this turmoil she had been through. She was tired of all the craziness and just wanted to have a night where she didn’t have to think about her dead husband, or neighbors, or the neighbors brother stalking her and running her down. “Aaahh..” Jax had somehow already stripped Chloe down to her bra and panties and had been squeezing her breasts like two stress balls before he pinched her nipples hard. “Can I?” Jax suddenly stopped and asked in a hoarse voice if he could take her bra off. Why now was he asking? He hadn’t asked about anything else.
Meredith had followed Brayden through the closet where the bedroom was. A large king sized bed sat in the middle of the room against the left wall facing a window to the right. There was a white sheer curtain that was on a round track that encircled the bed. The curtains were pulled back and framed the bed on either side.There was a small seating area past the bed but Meredith was more concerned with the bed in front of her. She sighed a sigh of relief and as she went around to the other side of the bed as she left Brayden’s side their hands drifted apart.Meredith sat on the bed then turned to Brayden and he nodded. She followed him back into the closet where he opened a bag and pulled out a smaller bag and handed to her and he guided her to the bathroom that was connected to the closet by a door in the middle of the closet on the same wall as the bedro
** Author's Note: This isn't the end of Chloe's odd circumstances. She will return soon. Please make sure to add this novel to you collection so you are notified on the next series of events. Coming soon to a goodnovel near you (0.0) ** Chloe sat in the terminal waiting for her plane to board thinking or trying not to think of the past few weeks, or the past few months. She was pushing everything to the back of her mind hoping it wouldn’t surface anytime soon. She wanted to move on and move forward if at all possible. She was focusing on imagining her future when she heard someone clear their throat. “Uh, excuse me do you mind?” She looked up and saw a tall, lanky man with short shaggy curly brown hair. He had brown beady, almost dead eyes and fuzz that resembled a sort of illusion of a beard gone wrong. He was wearing a red
Chloe woke up on New Years Day and got washed and dressed. She gathered up anything she forgot to pack before or had taken out of her luggage and then made breakfast for her and her house guest, soon to be house sitter, Kat.Kat came in and ate and then went off to get washed and dressed as well. It was five minutes to ten when Darren showed up with a briefcase. He explained all the paperwork as she signed for her transfer to the L.A. office."We are still on holiday break until next week, and then it will take about a week to get your new office set up," Darren told her. "I will call you beforehand to confirm the particulars but expect to begin a week from next Monday.""Thank you, Darren," Chloe said, leading him to the door just as Kyle knocked on it. She introduced them then poi
Chloe woke up on a stretcher in front of Veronica and Gerri's old house. She blinked a few times then wrinkled her nose at the lingering burn of the smelling salts. As much as she disliked them she was getting used to them. She looked up to see an EMT looking back at her, and he flashed a light across her eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked her. "Yes, yes I'm fine Josh. My name is Chloe Harris I'm thirty, and I want to go home." "Fine by me." He told her with a smile. "I want to make my wife’s new years eve party if I can."
Chloe woke up, she was in a family room of a split level house. She recognized it almost immediately as Veronica Moulton's. It was the house Veronica lived in with her mother, Gerri before they both got married and moved out. Gerri had gotten married and moved an hour out of town and left her house to Veronica. Later Veronica married Nicki and moved around the corner from Chloe. Chloe had never thought to ask what had happened to the house and Veronica never mentioned it, but here it was exactly as she remembered it. The furniture was the same though a bit dingier and the carpeting, wall fixtures, everything was as it had been when Veronica lived here. It didn't make sense to Chloe. Surely they would have taken their things with them and whoever the new owners were wouldn't want pictures of Veronica and her mother on the walls. Chloe blinked and noticed
Chloe woke up to a mouth on hers, and she blinked into the dark with a start gasping into the mouth. She felt a hot body pressed against hers and realized she had no clothes on. She was still wearing her necklace, but her t-shirt and panties had been removed. She was getting dizzy and almost out of breath when she was released from the kiss."You went to bed without me," Liam whispered in her ear. "And you were dressed.""I…" Liam was nibbling her earlobe, and she felt him hot between her legs. "I tried to wait up.""I want you," Liam said and was sucking on her breast teasing her nipple as he engulfed her. When he let go, he finished his sentence, "to feel what I feel.""Ah." She opened her legs to him as he
Chloe was so sore when she got up on Sunday she almost called Kat to cancel yoga, but Liam had distracted her before she knew it, Kat was ringing her doorbell and Chloe was scrambling to get ready."I gotta head to the station for a bit. Will you be okay by yourself when you get home, Luv?" Liam asked Chloe at the door as she locked up."Hmm? Yeah, I'll just paint the master." He pulled her close and kissed her before she got in Kat's car."Hey there," Kat said. Chloe buckled herself in as she thought, Safety First. "How long have you and detective hottie been a thing?""What?" Chloe said as Kat looked in the mir
Chloe got in her borrowed black Corolla wearing an off the shoulder sweater, jeans, her rabbit boots and her coat she had left out. Kyle put her luggage in the trunk, and she thanked him then headed to the airport to pick up Liam. She had told him what Brownstone said, and he agreed she shouldn't be alone. He was going to stay with her until they caught Marilyn. It was already dark when she got to the airport and pulled up to where Liam waited for her at his gate. "So this is why the patrol couldn't find you?" Liam said getting in the Corolla. "Patrol?" Chloe pulled away from the curb and headed to her house. "I told you I wasn't home. Brownstone wanted me to lay low." "Yeah, you said you were at a friend's, so I sent Patrol to Katherine Chevy's place, and they couldn'