Skye's Trail by Jory Strong Read Free Book Online Page B

ask?”
     
    He watched her sip the beer and idly look around the club. His earlier suspicions seemed like paranoia. She was the best at what she did, had found kids when there was no hope of finding them. A hunter, a tracker. But not a killer. There was no hard evidence to prove she was a killer. The information she wanted wasn’t sensitive, she’d guessed the most important thing anyway. “You’ll go to the station?”
     
    The corner of her mouth twitched. “Anything to help the police.”
     
    Rico ignored the comment and said, “Brittany’s parents came up with the name of this place. She’d printed out a posting from some site on the internet about a cool place in Vegas.” He shrugged. “There’s no real tie but I figured it’d be worth checking out. The kid was nuts, living in a fantasy world. The local police pulled in the computer. All they’ve got so far is that Brittany spent a lot of time online visiting vampire sites and hanging out in chat rooms with other kids just as crazy.”
     
    “Like these kids?” Skye suggested with a slight smile. From where they stood next to the bar, Skye could see at least four kids sporting filed, fang-like teeth.
     
    “Yeah.” His tone said he’d already made a judgment about the kids at Fangs. “Do you have Brittany’s picture with you?”
     
    Skye thought about the picture zipped in her Harley jacket. She knew she shouldn’t play with him this way, but she couldn’t stop herself. “Want to frisk me and see, Rico.” Her voice was low, soft, purposefully seductive. It stroked him like a lover’s caress.
     
    His eyes dilated. Fantasies merged and burned through him. He knew that he shouldn’t touch her. He did anyway as a slow song began playing.
     
    She went willingly into his arms as he guided her onto the dance floor. Their bodies rubbed, pressed, melded. He unbraided her hair and ran his fingers through it. He stopped thinking about being a cop and just let himself feel. He was rock-hard, a constant state when he was around her.
     
    His hands skimmed down her back, pulling the tank top out of her jeans so he could run his palms over the warm skin of her sides. “God,” he groaned, burying his face into her hair.
     
    She pressed against his hardness, enjoying the friction of the slow dance. Her nipples were tight and hard. Her sex already swollen and wet, prepared for him. She could smell her own arousal—and his. He smelled right. The primitive part of her recognized him for what he could be—what he was. A mate.
     
    Skye hadn’t been with anyone for so long. Hadn’t wanted to be, though there was always a hint of need tingling through her.
     
    Now, as she took his scent into her lungs, a shiver of fear raced along her spine. If she slept with him, there might not be an escape for either of them.
     
    Self-preservation warred with urges unfamiliar in their intensity but Skye couldn’t stop herself from playing in the fire of lust. She nuzzled into his chest and used her teeth to take a small playful hold on his shirt-covered nipple.
     
    Rico groaned and pulled her more tightly against his body. Waves of lust shot from his nipple to his already engorged cock.
     
    He was desperate for her. So desperate that he was tempted to forget that he was on the job, that Caldwell—his newly assigned partner and guard dog—was going to be here any minute. He was so desperate that he wanted to pull Skye out to his car and fuck her there. He couldn’t stand the thought of another day spent like today, so horny that he couldn’t get to sleep, jerking off only to be hard again and again. Shit, it was worse than when he was a teenager.
     
    Skye wound her arms around his neck and brushed her fingers against the hair where it touched his collar. She let herself sink into the heat of him.
     
    She wanted to trail kisses up his neck, along his jaw, cover his lips with hers and absorb him like a sensual feast while their tongues slid against each other and