Deadly Vision by Kris Norris Read Free Book Online Page B

you guys would be a great match. But it might be wise to get a bit of sex before hand, so you don’t come across so needy.”
    Fallon shook her head. And here she was worried about explaining the tip she’d called in. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind. Talk to you later.”
    “See you Sunday.”
    Fallon hung up before the other side disconnected and stared out the window. It was raining again. Lightning flickered across the sky, followed by the deep rumble of thunder. She moved from the kitchen towards the living room, cradling a cup of tea in her hand. With any luck, there’d be a half interesting show on, and she could spend the next hour curled up on the sofa, immersed in someone else’s life. She flicked on the TV and scanned the stations, finally settling on a movie she’d only seen once. She needed the distraction. If she thought too much about the murder, she’d drive herself crazy. She didn’t know how to explain what had happened. The visions were one thing, but how had the guy called her number without it even registering his call?
    She cursed, and relaxed back against the cushions. Everything would be all right as long as it didn’t happen again. She’d done her part. Now there was nothing left to do, but get some sleep and try to figure out the rest of her life …without Gil.
    Gil.
    Damn. Just the thought of his name brought back more images of her dream. It’d felt so real, and she hadn’t been able to sleep since. Every time she tried she’d wake up thirty minutes later, aroused and wet. She’d resisted resorting to her toys, knowing the release she’d get would only make her need hotter, but it was getting so bad any relief was a welcomed thought.
    Fallon eased off the sofa and headed to her room, removing a few select toys from the small side table beside her bed. She looked at the soft mattress, but decided against lying on the bed. She needed a different place to fulfil her needs, and the couch where she’d shared her body with Gil and Charlie seemed the perfect choice.
    She padded back to the living room, dimming the lights and the sound on the TV. The woman on the screen was kissing her lover, giving her just enough visual to set up her fantasy. She placed the toys on the coffee table, then shimmed out of her clothes, leaving them in a rumpled pile on the floor. Then she relaxed back on the couch, resting her head against an oversized pillow. She took a soothing breath, caressing her skin lightly with the tips of her fingers. It’d been months since she’d found release, and her body was already humming with the thought of what was to come. Her breath whispered across her skin and she closed her eyes, imaging Gil’s lips on the soft curve of her breast. Feeling the slow progression of his kiss, stealing ever closer to her peaked nipples. Her body shuddered as one hand grazed over the tight bud, puckering it against her skin. She’d always loved the way he’d touched her breasts, pulling and twirling until the juices seeped from her pussy and coated her inner thighs.
    Her fingers imitated Gil’s touch and she couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure from filling the room. She tweaked again, elongating the hard tip between her fingers. God, it felt so good. Just hard enough to take her to the edge of pain, but not over. She pulled again, and cried out at the sharp contraction in her womb. Damn, if she didn’t stop, she’d go over without using the toys.
    Fallon sat up and grabbed the tube of lubricant and the anal plug off the table. Ever since Charlie had fucked her up the ass, while Gil had filled her cunt, she’d longed to experience the sensation again, only with Gil and a well-placed toy. But the fantasy had never materialised, and she’d been forced to live with nothing, but longing.
    “Not tonight,” she whispered, squeezing a long line of gel down the edge of the toy. It wouldn’t quite be the loving she’d envisioned, but it’d fill the void…for now. Her blood pounded