“I wouldn’t sweat it,” Rebel said.
Addison squeezed past them. “You guys are making good progress.”
“It feels slow as fuck to me,” Rebel said.
“Slow as fuck,” Hawk repeated. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
Rebel chuffed out a laugh.
Standing next to her sister, Brit stared at the board. “Honor is Clarice. She admitted to getting picked on, but she said everyone did.”
“Her stepdad got her out of Acorn,” Addison added. “She mentioned something about Liliana apologizing for sending her there and that she’d make it up to her.”
“Could Liliana be our killer?” Rebel raked his fingers through his hair. “What about Honor?”
“Honor had motive, so did Liliana, especially if she felt guilty for sending Honor to a school she hated,” Brit said.
“But are either of themcapableof multiple murders?” Addison asked.
“I wouldn’t put anything past Liliana,” Brit replied. “Honor seems like a fragile, sweet girl. We need their DNA.”
“We have Honor’s from tonight,” Addison said.
“No, we don’t,” Brit replied. “While we were choosing a movie, she cleaned up the dinner dishes.”
“Why didn’t you stop her?” Hawk asked.
“What was I supposed to say?” Brit asked. “Hey, Honor, don’t clean up. I need your DNA.”
“If we have them over for dinner, you’re invited,” Rebel said to Hawk and Addison.
Hawk clasped Addison’s hand. “We’re outta here.”
They walked them to the elevator. Rebel tapped the button.
“Brother, don’t forget to swing by ALPHA next week,” Hawk said.
“Why?” Brit asked.
The door opened. Addison and Hawk entered.
“He’s gotta fill out some paperwork.” Hawk winked as the door closed.
Once he and Addison had left, Rebel and Brit came together in a whoosh of energy. He sunk his hands in her hair, devoured her in a kiss. Her ardent moan shot through him like a bullet while they deepened their embrace. Groaning through the onslaught of pleasure, he urged them together.
Her breathing had quickened, her kisses had turned brutal. “I need you.”
“You got me.” He whisked her into his arms, strode down the hall, and deposited her on his bed.
He kissed her, letting his lips linger on hers. Raw heat surged through him, his throbbing cock desperate to root inside her. On a growl, she wrapped her arms around him. He stroked the sides of her body, slipped his hand inside her shirt, cupped her breast and teased her firm nipple with his thumb.
“Yessss,” she hissed, her hips undulating beneath him.
He loved how responsive she was, how eager she was for their lovemaking.
“Get me naked,” she rasped.
Off came her shirt, then her cotton pants. Pausing, he soaked up her beautiful body, the swell of her perfect breasts and firm nipples, her small waist, strong thighs and calves.