Chapter 23: Holed

Chase watched Willow paint her toenails. Her dark tresses were beneath a white towel, and a matching robe adorned her lithe body.

“So, did you actually see Lenora kill this guy Evan?”

Willow was across from Chase on the bed while he sat with a mountain of pillows behind his aching body. He had to admit, the pain mercilessly pounded his body.

“No,” Chase enjoyed the generous view of her bare thighs as she pampered her dainty feet. “I just tripped over his body,”

“And then you helped Bridgette toss his body into the bayou,” she said without looking at him. She balled the toes on her left foot, revealing red nail polish which went well with her creamy skin.

“Not like I had much choice. Besides, she still beat the hell out of me.” he pointed at his heavily bandaged left eye. “I might not ever see again.”

“And he won’t ever breathe again,” she replied blowing lightly on her left foot.

“Look, are you going to help me save Rachel or judge me?”

She shifted her toned legs, inadvertently flashing him her honeypot. “Both,” she replied with a mischievous grin.

“Fuck you,” He looked away, as her words added to the guilt he was already feeling.

“The point is, Chase, you helped cover up a murder for a complete stranger. That’s got to weigh on your conscience.”

“What about yours?” he asked. “While we are talking and you are pampering yourself, the love of my life could be suffering or worse.”

“My conscience is fine, and if it will make you feel any better, he might have aided them in doing you in. As for Rachel, we will go find her in the morning. In case you forgot, you survived a gator attack and have been in the bayou for close to a week. You need to rest up before you try anything.”

Chase chewed on her remark as she started on her big toe. “Where do you think she might be?”

“I think she’s at Jackson’s house.”

“And where is that?”

“Some place called Bellafont Manor.”

“Son of a bitch. I know that place.”

“That’s the place Bridgette had the key to?” She shifted her legs and he got another quick view of her well-manicured lower section.

“Yeah, I wanted to buy the place. I told Bridgette I was interested and she offered me the key. Next thing I know, the bitch hit me in the head with a bottle and Old Pappy got a hold of me.”

Willow laughed. “The gator’s name is Old Pappy?”

“Not sure what the fuck is so funny, or why he got that name. Ain’t nothing old about him.”

“Well, in the morning we will go by and take a look at Bellafont. I got a feeling it will answer all of our questions”

“And lead us to Rachel.”

“Of course.”

He watched her finish her feet, then stand and walk on the balls of her feet into the bathroom.

“You never did say. Why you are here?” He asked.

“Well, at first I was investigating rumors of a gunrunning organization. But as I got closer to Arcadia, the more I noticed that a bunch of folks local and otherwise had gone missing. Seems just about all of them disappeared into thin air.”

“Like I almost did. And Rachel has.”

“Exactly,” she came back into sight without the towel on her head. Her damp hair hung down, making him take in a breath as she spoke.

“I think they tried to get rid of you not only because you were interested in that house, but because you saw Evan’s body. I’d look up Bridgette and Lenora online, but this place has no Wi-Fi.”

“Can you call out?”

“Yeah. Strangely, all I can do is call, and even then, the signal is weak.”

She looked down, and he could feel her mind working. “Is it just me, or is there something else about them two? Three if you add Jackson into the equation.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” she sat down by his feet. “I’ve had my share of men and women and…”

“You go both ways?”

“You got a problem with that?” she snapped.

Chase raised a hand. “No. no. To each her own, and to be real, it’s kind of hot.”

She smiled, and the wall that flew up, disappeared just as quickly. “Truth is, I like pleasure almost as much as I like chasing down a good story. And this place has both. But as I was saying, there is...something about them. Something, almost irresistible. It’s like they ooze sex. Like they are sex.”

He nodded in agreement, and then cocked his head. “Wait a minute. Did you...” his voice trailed off, and the sudden red hue her face took answered his question for him.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Which one?”

“Bridgette,” she replied “What about you?”

“I’m engaged.” He replied looking away. He turned back to see the doubt on his face. “Well, both...kind of.”

“What do you mean kind of? You either fucked or you didn’t fuck.”

He sighed. “I fucked Lenora on the bridge. Think Old Pappy was watching. I know Bridgette was. She stood in the doorway tickling her fancy and came just before her sister did.”

“You said both,”

“I watched Evan fuck Bridgette. Then Lenora walked and caught them fucking and me stroking myself to the view.”

“You dog you,” she gave his bare leg a playful slap, and couldn’t help but to notice the growing bulge beneath the towel wrapped around his waist.

“You think Rachel fucked this Jackson guy?”

She shrugged. “Maybe. I know I wanted to.”

“He was irresistible like them?”

She nodded absently rubbing his right leg. “Way I figure, the three of them are up to no good, and use their sex to woo, then claim their victims. If only we could get some of these town people to talk to us.”

“We can right now.” He yawned.

She stood up. “Only thing you need to do is rest. You need some help getting under the covers?”

He felt his cock filling to half-mast as she stood naked beneath the fluffy half open robe. “As hot as you are, I already fucked around once, and it almost killed me. I just need you to turn your back a moment.”

Willow laughed. “Why? I’ve already played with your nice piece. Why be shy now?”

“I was knocked out. I’m awake now,”

“And rising serendipitously to the occasion,” she said licking her lips.

“Seren...what?”

She snatched the towel away revealing his thick rod staring back at her with its one good eye. “It means your cock is ready at the right time.”

He tried to stand, but she pushed on his chest, mounting him. She tugged on the belt around her waist.

“Miss Lane-”

“Willow,” she hissed taking hold of his cock. “God it feels so good in my hand.”

“I-I-I-”

“That’s three I’s in one breath; tad egotistical if you ask me. Now shut up and let me ride.”

She dragged the plump head of his member up and down her slit, and Chase felt her getting wetter with each pass.

“In the morning, when it’s light, you will take us to Bellafont, and I’ll look around. If I find something, we bring in the law. For now, let’s get better acquainted.”

And with her last word, he slipped inside her, surprising them both. Her eyes rolled up, and he felt a sudden rush of her fluids run down shaft.

“Your so wet,” he said breathlessly.

She said nothing as she rested her hand on his chest, playing with his left nipple while her other hand massaged her firm clit. She bucked and rotated her hips, lost in the bliss entwining her soul.

Chase leaned forward and slipped her right nipple into his mouth and she gasped again. She began to rock faster on his rigid cock and he felt her honey glazing his rod as he cradled her ass in his hands drawing her closer to his mouth.

“Oh damn you gonna make me come,” she hissed.

Her breath was coming out in spurts while another surge of juices rain down on his shaft. He managed to lift her off him momentarily, and then drop her back down again and she squealed in pleasure.

“Do it again baby,” she whispered in his ear. He clutched her buttocks in his hands and lifted her once more, and before she slid back down, she gripped his shaft between her legs and her body trembled as ecstasy took hold. He sat back and started bouncing her up and down as the orgasm ran rampant through her body until she screamed in bliss.

“Yes,” Willow sighed, feeling him throb uncontrollably before she slid off, then engulfed his shaft just before he exploded into her wanton mouth.

Moments later, they lay in separate beds, and Chase looked over at her.

“Hey,” he said as sleep was dropping on him like a hammer.

“Yeah,”

“Can I trust you?”

She turned around. “I saved your life, and am willing to risk my own for you and your lady. What the fuck do you think? Now go to sleep. We got a busy day ahead.”

He was quiet for a moment, when another question grew heavy on his mind. “Will you tell Rachel about tonight?”

“Only if you do.”