He froze. She’d attracted Xavier’s full attention as well. “Say that again.”
“When we get married, I don’t know if I want to change my name.” The thought of Mrs. Chloe Cannon gave Josh chills, the good kind. “Bullshit.
You’re taking my name.” Our name. A surge of aggression hit him hard.
Chloe toyed with the buttons of her shirt, and Josh sucked in a breath. Her tits were unbound and played havoc with his control. Chloe had large breasts, and when she didn’t wear a bra, she attracted more than her share of notice. “How about you convince me, Joshie?”
Joshie? Despite the hated nickname, his dick rose. “Why should I?” He couldn’t stop staring at her hand toying with the buttons at her breast. “Xavier, by all that’s holy, keep an eye out, would you? I feel him here, but I can’t see him.”
“Me too. Don’t worry. I always get the shit jobs, but I come through in the end, don’t I?”
“I know. It’s just…I feel weird. He’s doing something to me, I think.”
“I don’t care. Use it, because this ends tonight. Make it look real with Chloe, damn you. Like that’s a stretch.”
“Why should you?” Chloe drew him back to her with those husky words.
“Because you want me on my knees sucking down your cum, don’t you?” She chewed her lower lip and looked at him from beneath her lashes. Damn if she didn’t seem really into this, the danger ratcheting her arousal. He knew the signs, because he felt the same.
The same and more. A perverted sense of entitlement and arousal filled him like a disease. “Bro, the family’s out there, right?”
“For God’s sake, just do her. Yes, they’re out there. So are a few of her people.
It’s up to you to draw the guy in, I’m telling you. Remember, you’re not in the picture when she’s in the vision, but I am. So do her, then split. We’ll take it from there.” Chloe drew her shirt apart and played with herself. Her fingers delved between her legs. “Come on, baby. You know how I get when I’m horny.”
“Oh man,” Xavier moaned within the walls of Josh’s mind.
He didn’t need to see any more. “Fuck. I’ll show you why you should change your mind. Turn around,” he growled.
She raised a brow.
“I said turn around.” Josh ripped off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. He didn’t wear underwear, so when he parted his jeans, his cock met instant relief from the pressure of denim.
“Up on your toes and spread your legs.” He didn’t think he sounded like himself, and by the look on Chloe’s face, she thought the same.
Except instead of looking scared, she looked crafty. Strangely satisfied.
Pleased when she obeyed, he took a good long look at her legs and ass and stroked himself.
I hope this asshole is getting a show.
He hadn’t expected Xavier to answer. “He’s here, and he’s watching. The closet, I think. Chloe, do you have a crawl space up there?”
“Yes,” she answered. “In the closet, but I need a ladder to reach it.” She paused.
“Oh my God. I think I see a hole on the wall above my closet door. He’s got to be looking through that. The team is watching the house, and no one else is in here.
Josh and I already checked.”
“Yeah, well, it’s the only place that makes sense,” Xavier hissed. “This sucks. I don’t like hiding down here while you’re in danger.” Josh hurried to interrupt, caught between his lust and his need to make sure they didn’t alter the vision he’d seen. “Don’t do anything but wait, Xavier. Please. If you change anything, you could kill her.”
“I won’t. Do it, Josh. Get her off, and make it work.” Xavier remained alert; Josh trusted his brother like no one else. He pushed all thought from his mind but Chloe.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice higher than normal and breathless.
“I see that pretty cunt. You’re wet, aren’t you?” He knelt down and continued to masturbate while he inspected her. He leaned closer and licked her, closing his eyes as he fought the urge to come. “God, you make me so hard just being around you. Your pussy is needy, baby. So how about it? Mrs. Cannon sounds good to me.” No matter how that psychic monster tried to spin things, at this moment with Chloe, it was all about Josh and his lover. Nothing more mattered to him.
Her breath hitched. “I-I don’t know. Convince me.” He rose and dragged his hands up her thighs, over her ass, and higher up her back. He lifted the shirt off her sculpted body and ground his naked cock between her cheeks. As he did, he reached around her to palm her breasts, loving the hardness of her nipples.
“I can make you want it. Maybe I can fuck the yes out of you. Would you like that?” he whispered overloud into her ear and smiled when Xavier moaned in his mind.
She rubbed her ass against him, and he saw stars.
“Oh shit.” He was no longer playing for her voyeur but for Chloe. He wanted to see her come, to feel her ripple around him.
“Please. I need you inside me.”
“Yeah, you do, Mrs. Cannon.”
Josh let go of her breasts and gripped her hips. He bent her forward and had to lift her up to manage. But Chloe barely weighed anything. The utter domination in this position aroused him to no end.
“Oh yeah. That’s it. Feel me?” He nudged his cockhead into the entrance to her pussy, loving the warm cream suddenly coating him. “Feel how hard you make me, Mrs. Cannon.”
She moaned, and he pulled her down, seating his cockhead inside her.
“More,” she begged.
“You’re damn right more.” He speared her in one hard thrust. “You stare at the goddamn wall and take it. Take all of my cock.” Fucking her like a man possessed, Josh consumed. But a part of him knew. He didn’t give a thought to her climax, only to getting off and filling her with enough cum to overwhelm her birth control. To impregnate her and force her to bend to his will. The force part of his fantasy felt foreign, though, giving him enough doubt to remain in control.
He could never in good conscience force Chloe to do anything, not unless she gave her express consent to some rough play. And this was anything but a fantasy.
It was a trap to set up a serial killer.
The odd sensation of possession stole through him, and as he fucked her harder and harder, he reached out to his brother.
Xavier answered. “I know. It’s him, but you’re in control. Just let him think it’s him. Damn it. I’m going to come in my pants again. You owe me for this, Josh. You both do,” he added to Chloe.
“I think…oh fuck. I’m coming. So hard…” Josh shouted as he came, pumping into Chloe with an animalistic need so driving, he couldn’t stop. Her cry of release gratified him, because no matter what, she wanted him. But damn if something—or someone—hadn’t ramped up his libido to the extreme.
To his shock, the room blurred. He could hear the bastard dropping from his place in the closet, could sense that Xavier knew it too. But neither of them could move, caught in the lust between them and Chloe. It was then that he felt the pinch at his neck. Despite everything, he hadn’t felt the bastard step behind him. Hadn’t seen a thing but Chloe’s fine ass.
“Dropping…out. All yours, bro.”
“Got it. I’m good now. Bastard is heightened by the sex. Now move,” Xavier ordered, and Josh felt free to let go. As he withdrew from Chloe’s body and fell back onto the bed with Hopkins’s help, he heard Xavier add, “Chloe, get ready. He’s behind you.”