Sugar Free by Sawyer Bennett Read Free Book Online

didn’t go to sleep until nearly two, and that’s because I was busy fucking reassurances into my girl.
    I fucked her hard up against the bedroom wall as she requested, and when she came, I pulled out and threw her down on the bed. Put my face between her legs and made her come again.
    Flipped her onto her stomach and rode her hard and fast from behind, and because she wasn’t coming again fast enough for me, I pressed a finger in her ass and that did the trick. She screamed in relief…release…pleasure…all of it. Only then did I finally let loose, pouring every bit of myself into her.
    Only then did we let the trauma of the day overcome us, and we fell to the mattress together, immediately succumbing to sleep.
    By all accounts, I shouldn’t be awake. I’m beyond exhausted from the mental stress of the situation, and yet I’m hyperalert as I realize that Sela’s not here and the leaden feeling in my stomach tells me there’s something wrong.
    I hastily roll out of bed, grabbing my underwear from the floor and putting it on.
    “Sela?” I call out, unable to bear the wait of a search through the condo.
    I almost collapse with relief when she answers back softly, “I’m in the living room.”
    I find her there on the couch, legs curled under her and an empty cup of tea on the coffee table. She’s sitting in the warm glow of the end table light, wearing nothing but one of my T-shirts. Her new blond hair is no longer a shock to me, and because it suits her so well, I can’t really even remember how gorgeous she was as a brunette.
    “What’s wrong?” I ask her as I sit on the middle cushion right beside her. I angle my body to face her, throwing an arm over the back of the couch.
    I expect her to hit me up with another plea to let her confess to the cops, because I know she’s questioning our course of action. But I’m not about to let that happen, because I don’t doubt it. Sela’s story would be too improbable and I know the Townsends would put their weight and money behind the investigation so as to not have their son’s reputation tarnished. I also know that motive is paramount and she had the ultimate reason to kill him. I just can’t risk that the police would be open-minded enough to entertain a self-defense claim, when Sela went to JT’s home with a weapon.
    Bracing myself against her plea, I’m stunned into momentary inaction when she says, “I didn’t tell you everything that happened before I killed JT.”
    My mind races as I flit through the details she’d given me, but most of that involved her physical actions so that I could be sure I cleaned up everything. But past that, the story that led up to her killing JT is actually sparse. I don’t put that on Sela’s doorstep though, as I was rushing her into the shower so I could in turn rush to JT’s house and take care of business.
    Then the cops showed up.
    Then we went to the Townsends’.
    Then we fucked hard and went to sleep.
    “What happened?” I ask encouragingly, although I know deep in my gut that what she’s getting ready to tell me could be a game changer. I have to force myself to look at her with open acceptance of whatever may come out of her mouth.
    She doesn’t pull any punches. “JT knew you were his brother.”
    A zing of adrenaline courses through me, but immediately recedes. It’s an interesting fact, and one that surprises me, but I’m not sure that it’s harmful or helpful to us at this point.
    “The reason he called me over there…his plan was to get you to let him stay in the Sugar Bowl…was that he was going to renounce his right to a part of your father’s inheritance.”
    “How the fuck could he do that if he’s not even in the will?” I ask astonished. At least I don’t think he’s in the will. My father said JT doesn’t know about his paternity, so I just assumed…
    Sela shrugs. “He said his mother told him years ago. Said she wanted him to know so that he could claim what was rightfully