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ROAMING GYPSY MURDERS FATHER AND DAUGHTER, LOCAL SHERIFF TAKES REVENGE.
GORY TRUTH OF FALLEN FAMILY: MURDER AND MYSTERY REVEALED.
The headlines were eye-catching, block letters springing out at Laura from the webpages. On one, the body of Silas Vorez was displayed, along with the picture of Chris, Caleb and Kaylee. On the other, Jedediah and Constance Hackett glared out from their mugshots. Laura sipped her coffee as she scrolled down the page. According to the news about Silas, he’d murdered Kaylee Hackett at camp without alerting a group of stranded camp counsellors, then broken into the Hackett House via the abandoned quarry, and killed Chris early in the morning. Motives included the death of his mother in the fire six years ago. Travis had been the one to report it.
And in the next paper, well… everything Travis had said about rattling bones had been real. The cops had done a thorough sweep of the old house whilst going over the Hackett family’s story about Silas and found a bunch of damning evidence to tie Constance and Jedediah to the missing hikers and dead journalist. Max and Laura had agreed not to say a word about being kept prisoner for months.
Max… Max didn’t want to talk about it at all. He’d shut her down whenever she tried to bring it up. Over and over, Laura wanted to think about it, Max would ask her to stop. In the end, Laura had gotten tired of being shut down.
Which left her alone for New Year.
Well, mostly alone. She did have friends she could spend the time with, but most of them were always talking about how it was hard trying to get her to concentrate on the here and now. It’s like your mind is a hundred miles away, Laura.
Her mind was in North Kill, so a little bit further than a hundred miles. It’d been there since August, and she could never really get it to come back. Her first semester had suffered for it as a result, but what could she do? Being a vet was her future. She’d wanted it for years. She wouldn’t give it up just because of a- boy? Man? Guy?
Laura finished her coffee with a long swig and set the mug down, clicking away from the news pages. She could do with a shower and something to eat. And then maybe figure out where she’d go for New Year’s if she went anywhere.
You have a car. You could drive up to North Kill.
She rubbed her eyes. This was going to drive her insane, wasn’t it? She was never going to get a moment’s peace until she finally bit the bullet- almost did that a couple months ago- and went back to that sleepy little town in upstate New York.
Laura got up from her chair. Shower. Then food. Then keys. Then drive all the way to North Kill a few days before New Year’s Eve just to talk to the man who’d locked her away in jail for two months.
The weather was saying it would snow heavily overnight as Laura drove down the familiar back roads that led towards Hackett’s Quarry, Ariana Grande playing on her phone again. There was already a thick blanket of it covering the woods either side of the route. Laura kept her eyes on the road and her headlights on. Silas was dead, but…
Well, never say never.
It was bright and sunny for December, gleaming off the fallen snow without melting it. The woods looked so much prettier when they weren’t dark and full of monsters. Still, Laura wouldn’t be satisfied until she was pulling up at the camp.
Would Travis still be there? Of course he would. He was tied to that place. He was a Hackett. It was in his blood no matter what. He couldn't run away from it any more than Laura could now.
The space where the car had swerved to avoid Silas was still there, with no obvious effort to repair it. Laura couldn't help thinking back to that night. How if Max hadn't swerved, they'd have eventually come across the Quarry. Maybe without Travis knowing they were both there, Chris would've killed them and the next morning the campers would've arrived with blood all over the place. Or maybe not; maybe the Hacketts would've cleaned everything up.
Or, maybe she and Max would've stumbled across the Harbinger Motel without being given the location, and they would've had to sleep there overnight before heading to the camp. A world where Laura never met Travis Hackett. Never stayed as his prisoner or-
Or anything else.
Get it together, Kearney. You're driving.
She stuck the song on repeat in the end, trying to ignore the lyrics as she headed down the lane to the camp. It reared up in the snow, the main lodge dark and covered in heavy white. It looked empty too. Laura couldn't imagine it had seen many people in it after Kaylee's body had been discovered in the pool.
Parking up, she sat in the car for a moment, enjoying the warmth and preparing herself for the moment she finally stepped outside, and then she grabbed her jacket from the back seat and pulled it on.
The snow crunched underfoot with every step towards the lodge, and by the looks of it no one had been here since the last time it had fallen. Laura tucked her hands into her pockets, approaching the underside of the dark, empty building. A few birds called, but apart from that and a gentle wind it was completely silent. She closed her eyes, sucking in a breath. The door to the storm shelter loomed like the entrance to a grave. She wanted to go down there, but she also didn't. It was a tie between fear and determination. She could remember the sound of Max being torn apart by Chris. The way he looked so fragile and pale.
Why am I here? To think about this again? All the shit I've been through. The nightmares. Why do I keep doing this to myself?
"Ma'am." A voice cut sharply across the empty lot. "You're trespassing. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."
Laura turned, and there, bundled up against the cold, was Travis fucking Hackett. His dark eyes widened as they met her own.
"Laura?" he said softly.
She made her way across the snow towards him, trying to figure out what the hell to say. Hi Travis, I haven’t been able to get this place off my mind. Nice job framing Silas for the murder. You’re not in jail, huh?
“What are you doing here?” he finally asked.
I have so many reasons. “I don’t know,” was what came out instead. “I haven’t been able to get this place out of my head. It feels like I’m stuck here.”
He was staring at her. “Yeah,” he nodded, “yeah, I know the feeling.”
Laura pressed her lips together. Small talk. Small talk could work. “How’s the family?”
“Uh,” he let out a soft, disbelieving laugh, “well, my parents are in jail. Got Bobby off the hook ‘cause they had a good lawyer. Caleb too. He’s doing ok. Got into state college. He wants to become a park ranger.”
“Max got into state too," Laura said. "Studying fashion. Never knew he was into it, but he said he couldn't stop thinking about it when we were locked up."
Travis’ lips twisted. “So he’s… all right? Not… doesn’t have nightmares or anything?”
Laura shrugged. “I don’t know. We broke up at the start of the semester.”
His brow furrowed. “Wait, what?”
The wind brushed Laura’s hair and she shivered. “Yeah.”
“Well, that’s… sorry to hear that.” He sounded genuine. "And you?"
"On winter break right now." Her eyes met his. "You busy?"
He paused. "I'm on duty," he said. "Why?"
"Got time for a coffee?" Laura asked.
Travis' eyes darted around briefly, before they finally settled on her again. He seemed nervous. "You know I'll have to run if I get called away."
"That's ok." Laura shrugged. "I just wanted to catch up. Know anywhere with good coffee?"
His lips quirked. "Yeah, I know a place."
“You wanna carpool or shall I follow you?” Laura asked.
Travis glanced her over, then sighed, and gestured to the passenger side. “Hop in.”
Smiling, Laura locked her car and got into Travis’ cruiser.
“I thought I said good coffee,” she complained as she finished the cup, looking out across the snow-covered lake at the tree house.
“Welcome to North Kill,” Travis retorted. “Not exactly a roaring trade in coffee roasts. You get what you get.”
“Whatever. I bet this is just my punishment for trespassing,” Laura grumbled, though she shot him a small smile.
He chuckled. “That’s right, ma’am. Your community service.”
Crumpling the cup in her hands, Laura watched him. “You look happier,” she admitted.
His brow furrowed, an incredulous look crossing his face. “I got family members in the ground and in jail. I’m looking after my youngest brother and my nephew, and you think I look happier?” he asked.
“It’s not really that surprising,” she pointed out. “Ok, yeah, you’re keeping a secret, but it’s not the same as it used to be. It’s not killing you any more. You let go of the rope.”
“Yeah, and you look happier when you’re not behind bars,” he shot back.
“Ok, ok, sore subject, I get it,” Laura sighed. “But I mean it. You look like you’re sleeping.”
There was a long pause as he took a drink. “More than I was before,” he finally murmured.
She smiled. A fresh wave of snowflakes drifted down out of the sky, settling on her lashes. “We should probably head off before it gets dark out,” Laura said.
“Gotta get you to the Harbinger Motel before the snow gets too heavy,” Travis agreed.
“Who says I’m staying there?” Laura found herself asking with a smile, and got off the log, heading for the forest path.
“Hold up a second.” Travis followed her. “Laura. Tell me you have a place to stay tonight.”
“Thought I’d wing it,” she tossed the cup in a trash can as she went past, “why?”
“Because it’s 3pm and it’s about to get dark,” Travis shot back. “Bullshit you don’t have any plans for the night.”
“I was going to drive back to college,” she admitted.
“That’s a four hour trip,” Travis said. “You already drove four to get here.”
“I’ll be fine,” Laura promised. “Besides. I still can’t afford a motel room, so I couldn’t go to the Harbinger even if I wanted to.”
Travis sighed, keeping pace with her. “You’re gonna make me ask, aren’t you?”
Her brow rose. “Ask what?”
“Ask you to stay over. Just for the night. Just so I know you’re safe and I’ll know you’re not gonna have an accident in the middle of nowhere because it got too dark to see.”
“What about Bobby and Caleb?” she asked, even as her heart fluttered.
“Caleb’s staying at college with friends. Bobby’s got- I don’t know how to describe it, someone who looks after him while he visits Ma and Pa,” Travis replied. “So… house is empty except for me.”
She kind of wanted to tease him about inviting her back to his place, but there was something raw about the way he’d asked. Like he really was worried about her. Shit, Laura kind of hoped so; he’d stuck his dick in her, after all. And they’d kissed a couple times.
“Yeah.” It came out soft. “Yeah, I- I’ll stay overnight.”
“Great.” Travis didn’t say anything for a few more moments as they made their way through the trees, towards their parked cars. “Hope you like pasta. That’s what was for dinner.”
“Pasta’s fine.” She smiled at him.
“Good.” Travis reached into his pocket, pulling out his keys as they approached their vehicles. “Just follow me to my place?”
“Sure.” Laura crunched across the snow to her driver door.
A hand slid around her waist. She turned to look up, up at Travis, lips parting just in time for his to brush softly against hers. A heavy moan escaped her, and she reached up to grip the back of his neck, stepping into him. Travis reacted by pulling her into his arms, squeezing her against him, kisses growing rough enough to make her breathless. Laura groaned, both hands on the back of his head.
His mouth pulled away suddenly. “Fuck. Fuck, sorry.”
Laura chuckled. “Hey, last time I kissed you, I was covered in blood and I got you pretty covered in it too.”
“Yeah.” He didn’t let go of her. “Sorry. That was- y’know, just in case you changed your mind and drove off someplace else.”
“Worried about me running off, Sheriff?” Laura teased.
“Stupidly enough, yeah, actually,” he admitted.
A soft smile curled at her lips. “If you’re worried about me running off, you could cuff me and put me in your cruiser.”
She felt him twitch against her hip.
“Don’t put that in my head,” Travis murmured. “I’ll do it.”
Oh fuck. Her stomach dropped out.
“...but, I mean, you could probably just drop me off here tomorrow,” she added. “No point us both driving to yours, right?”
Travis paused, and then he slid his hands off her. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Yeah, ok. That makes sense to me.” He stepped back and pulled open the passenger door. “Hop in.”
Laura checked her car was locked and climbed in, shutting out the winter air as she pulled the seatbelt over her chest and clicked it into place. The engine rumbled comfortingly underneath them, and Travis pulled out of the empty lodge parking lot, heading for the road.
“So, just plain pasta?” Laura asked. “No sauce or anything?”
Travis shot her a look in the mirror. “I get that I’m a single guy, Laura, but I can actually make myself dinner,” he told her.
She grinned, crossing her legs over. “How much ice cream is in your freezer?”
“Bobby eats it all,” Travis muttered.
She laughed. “Is that what you tell Caleb?”
“Ugh.” He rolled his eyes but there was a small smile on his face. “Says the college student. How many hot pockets are in your freezer?”
Laura pressed her lips together. “More than there should be, especially since there’s just one person,” she admitted.
His turn to laugh. Laura liked the way it sounded. But the cruiser quickly fell silent.
“So,” he kept his eyes on the road, “you and Max broke up?”
She shrugged slowly. “He didn’t get into Landis. And when we got back home, he didn’t want to talk about any of it. Not the Quarry, not the werewolf stuff. He was just- happy to be out of it. Gave him a new outlook on life. He said he’d always be a different guy to the one that came to North Kill, but he didn’t wanna go back ever again.”
“You don’t blame him for it,” Travis said after a moment.
“What, never wanting to talk about it?” Laura asked. “No. Of course not. But I can’t do that. Part of me is stuck in North Kill now. Doesn’t matter how bad I want to pretend I can move on with my life.”
“Yeah.” Travis sped up a little. “I know.”
“So,” she let the silence go on for a bit, until she couldn’t take it, “how about you? Any hot dates? Any new women in your life?”
“Funny,” Travis snorted.
Laura didn’t know what to think about the leap in her stomach at the one-word confirmation that he was still single. Yeah, she had been pretty sure he would be, but there was thinking and there was knowing.
“And I thought you would’ve guessed that, since I kissed you about twenty minutes ago,” he added, not taking his eyes off the road.
Laura flushed. “I cheated on my boyfriend with you, maybe you would cheat on your girlfriend with me. We can be shitty people together.”
“Did you ever tell him?” Travis asked.
“What, that we had sex in the locker room whilst he was in the cell?” Laura shook her head. “Couldn’t do it, in the end. Guess I was too ashamed.”
There was a pause. “You make a habit of that?”
“Cheating on boyfriends? No. Max is- was- my only boyfriend.” She rubbed her chin. “Then again, I don’t make a habit of being arrested and locked up for months.”
Travis made a conceding face. “Thought so.”
He slowed as they approached the rest of North Kill. It was still quiet, almost empty. Laura was amazed. New York had always been crazy. Even her hometown had been busier than this. But here was this little town in the middle of nowhere, population maybe 500. And dwindling. Who wanted to live in a place where people went missing, got killed, where everything that had happened this summer happened?
Travis pulled into a long, empty-looking road. Laura knew from her joy ride in his cop car that the station was maybe a couple miles away. It was a pretty unassuming place, faded yellow paint on the boards and a dirty white door. It was almost too dark to make out much as he switched off the car and the lights. Laura followed him out as he left the cruiser, crunching across the snow to his front door. She noticed a basement door to her right.
“Hey, you don’t have anything living down there, right?” she teased as Travis unlocked his front door.
He gave her an unamused stare and let the door swing open. Laura took a step forward and he reached over to switch the lights on, arm almost slung across her chest. Their eyes met for a moment before he drew back. He still did that creepy cop thing really well.
And it was turning her on.
Pressing her lips together, Laura walked in, letting out a soft, relieved sigh at the warmth of the place. It sure smelt like three single men lived in it, but it wasn’t unpleasant. She let Travis follow her in, glancing around to see where to put her shoes and coat. Instead she watched him shrug his jacket off, revealing the black uniform shirt underneath. He immediately began unbuttoning it, and walked past her towards the living room to sling it over the back of a single-person couch. There was a three-seater opposite it, angled towards the tv on the back wall, and Laura kicked off her shoes and removed her coat, eyes drawing over the thin white t-shirt Travis wore underneath it.
“You want a beer?” he called as he opened the refrigerator.
“Uh, sure.” She took a seat on the three-seater couch, glancing around. It wasn’t a trash heap, just an average-looking house probably built a little before Travis was born with some books and washing scattered around.
A metal lid clattered across a counter top, the hissing sound of carbon being released coming from the kitchen. Travis came in a moment later, and stopped dead at the sight of her. Laura bit her lip. Ok, so she’d picked a leather skirt and a fairly clingy long sleeve shirt in dark pink, but apparently that did it for him.
“Why are you here?” he asked her, holding both bottles in his hand.
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
He didn’t move closer. “In North Kill. You said you couldn’t forget it, sure, but here. In my house. With- with me.”
Her lips parted. No words came out. How could she even phrase this? I missed you? Him, the guy who’d kept her captive for two months. I missed you. The surly asshole who’d done his best to be rude to them at every turn, shut them out, keep secrets until he couldn’t keep them anymore.
“I mean, we made out,” she finally said. “In your parents’ house. Covered in my blood. Makes you kind of difficult to get out of my mind. And given the little kiss you gave me outside earlier, it feels like it’s mutual.”
Travis finally came over, holding out the bottle. He took a seat on the opposite end of the couch. “So what?” He sounded kind of mean. “You’ve got a crush on me?”
“Do you not want me to be here?” Laura asked. “I don’t get it. You kissed me just now. Said it was in case I run away. Now you’re being rude again.”
Travis put his beer down and rubbed his face, glancing over at her as he leaned on one knee. “Laura, I kidnapped you,” he said.
“Yeah, and you also saved my life,” she retorted. “Maybe things could’ve gone different. Maybe we could’ve worked together earlier. God knows. That’s not the point. You- your family wanted to kill us. And you didn’t let them even know we existed. I told you we heard the shit your mom said to you. I don’t know, I just… things made a little more sense after that.”
“We’re not here to talk about my mom.” Travis necked his bottle. “You have your whole life ahead of you, and you’re here, in this dying little backwater, for what? For me?”
She took a sip of her beer. “Yeah,” she finally said. “I guess I am here for you. For the only other person who really knows what went down this summer. Are you really that surprised I want to see you?”
“So what then, you get it all out of your system?” Travis asked.
Laura put her bottle down. “I really don’t know,” she admitted. “I can’t stop thinking about it. About- everything. I can’t even tell my friends, because as far as they knew I spent all summer at camp and then on the last day a crazy murderer broke in and killed two people.”
He took another drink. “Yeah.” He put the bottle down. “I guess you can’t really tell that to anyone else.”
“And you did fuck me in the locker rooms,” Laura blurted out. “Like, really well. I think I’m allowed to fixate on some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Travis choked on his own spit. “Jesus, Laura,” it came out strangled, “I’m supposed to be the pathetic old man fantasising about a woman half his age.”
“Too old to know what a Daddy kink is, Travis?” Laura teased with a grin.
He wagged his finger at her. “I will not put you over my knee,” he said firmly.
She mock-pouted. “Travis.”
He sighed, wiping his mouth clean. “I don’t know what you want, Laura. You’ve got your life ahead of you. Out here it’s just me, Bobby, Caleb and some broken rope. Got about enough to hang myself, that’s all.”
“I’m not asking for a wedding and four babies,” Laura said. She shuffled a little closer. “I just- need to be with someone who knows what happened and won’t shut me down when I wanna talk about it.”
He shifted in place. Light spilled over a silver bite mark on his right forearm. Laura’s tongue dragged across her teeth. Glancing down at the scar, Travis looked up.
“I don’t really have much left to give,” he muttered. “Just about got it together for Caleb. But I think he knows that.”
She reached over, placing her hand on his scarred arm, marked up by her werewolf teeth. “Kind of just want you alive,” she admitted. “Looks like even when I was a monster, I wanted that too.”
Travis glanced down at his arm as he lifted it. “Did wonder about that.” His left hand raised tentatively. “So, what, the werewolf wanted to bite me and keep me in the pack?”
“Guess so.” Laura looked up at him.
Travis Hackett wasn’t sexy like celebrities, but he had those eyes that made Laura feel like she was falling into them. Her fingertips dragged up his arm, and Travis’ throat bobbed. She leaned in closer, watched his gaze fall to her mouth as she knelt up.
“Fuck.”
It sounded the way it had when she’d jabbed the needle into him.
Both of them sprang at once, mouths meeting roughly. Travis was stronger, got her down on the couch on her back as he cupped her face and gave her a long, hungry kiss that made her whole body glow molten-hot. Need flared to life between her legs as he leaned into her, settling his hips there. The skirt was already halfway up her hips as they kissed, and Laura moaned low in her throat, tangling her fingers into his hair.
“You already kissed me once,” she breathed as she slid her thigh along his hip, “you’re really that surprised I let you do it again?”
Travis’ hands dropped to the hem of her skirt, pushing until it was around her waist and exposing the black pantyhose underneath. “Laura, Jesus,” his cock throbbed against her, “letting me do it once is a surprise enough.”
“How many times,” she groaned, reaching for his t-shirt, pulling at it to try and get it off, “am I gonna need to tell you I liked it?!”
His palms dragged up her stomach, taking her shirt with him. He reached her tits and Laura moaned as he cupped them, pressing her bra against her nipples. The shirt slid further, until the black lace of the bra was all that was keeping her breasts covered. “Keep telling me.”
“Your dick is good,” Laura emphasised. Her breath hitched as he hooked his thumbs into the cups of her bra and tugged, exposing the tight, stiff pink nipples. The memory of the last time he’d touched her- holy shit, she wanted the cuffs.
“Mmm.” Travis leaned down and dragged his tongue along her breasts, swirling around the sensitive peaks until Laura’s thighs were quivering either side of his waist. Somehow the feeling of being half-naked like this was better than being naked. And when Travis dropped a hand down to her thigh, raking his hand along it until it was touching where her clit had been crushed up against his erection, she just moaned rather than asking for anything else.
At least until he ripped the crotch of her pantyhose.
Laura shot up onto her elbows, opening her mouth to protest. Travis tongued her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Her stomach went tight, and she let out a soft cry instead. His palm pressed against the seat of her underwear, rubbing at her through the black cotton. Laura grabbed her shirt, holding it up to let him at her without worrying that the fabric would spring back. Travis rewarded her for it by cupping her breast in his free hand, rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger as his tongue teased at the other one.
Her head fell back against the couch cushions. His fingers pushed aside the crotch of her underwear and rubbed along her folds. She was already soaking.
"Holy shit, Travis," Laura gasped, eyes fixed on the hand disappearing a finger into her, slowly working at her. His thumb rubbed at her clit as he got another one in. She felt her stomach swoop. Everything felt hot and twitchy, unbearably so. His lapping tongue made wet noises that Laura couldn't get out of her head.
Shutting her eyes, Laura arched up into his hand, thighs tensing.
"Come for me, young lady."
Muffled slightly against her breast, it was all Laura needed to clamp down around his fingers with a shriek of pleasure as white heat ripped through her body and forced her to arch off the couch. Her hands snatched at his hair, pinning him in place, ruffling the short dark strands. It persisted, holding her in orgasmic limbo for a few moments, and then she fell on her back, panting raggedly. That was probably the quickest she’d cum, ever.
"Travis," she whined, "oh God, just- just a second, fuck!"
He withdrew, watching her from beneath his lids. "Did you come here just for the sex, Laura?" he asked.
Breathless, she shook her head. "Don't- get me wrong, though, I was really hoping for it."
Fingertips rubbing along her folds again, Travis’ brow quirked. He pushed aside the crotch of her panties, gave her nipple one last lick, and shuffled down the couch until his mouth was level with her folds.
Laura let out a sound she wasn’t sure was even hers until Travis shot her an amused look. And then he grabbed her thighs and buried his face between them, grinding the flat of his tongue against her clit until Laura let out a yelp and grabbed at his hair, hips squirming. God, she was still so sensitive, and he knew it, laving against her again and again.
"Oh god." Laura reached for his hands, dragging them back up to her breasts. Travis cupped and stroked her nipples, grunting as her underwear started to slip back into place. Laura grabbed it, holding it askew for him. His lips closed around her clit and sucked. Laura's stomach dropped out, her thighs quaking. "Travis," she gasped, "oh my god, please don't stop, please, holy fuck your mouth is amazing!"
The pull of his lips turned rhythmic, steadily drawing tight like the coil of heat growing in her core. Laura grabbed at his wrist, still holding her underwear aside for him as his tongue pushed inside of her and licked. He followed it up with a couple more sucks, and she felt her toes start to curl. His hand left her nipple and two fingers pushed into her, fucking her roughly on them.
Laura came with a sob, tremors shaking her bodily as she clutched Travis' mouth to her clit. His tongue made wet little noises against her as he worked her through her orgasm, stroking at her, lapping and licking. She could feel sweat rubbing against her shirt, damp under her jaw. She fell back against the couch, eyes half closed as she listened to Travis work her over. It was almost too good to stop him.
"Ok," she finally gasped, "fuck, too much."
He sat up slowly, wiping his mouth with his left hand as the other one stayed inside her. His eyes fixed on hers, still so dark.
"Missed that taste," he admitted, fingers pushing against her walls.
"You can do that to me literally whenever," she groaned.
"Much appreciated, ma'am," Travis drawled.
Laura laughed, reached down to hook her fingers into his collar to pull him up for another kiss. His fingers stayed inside her. Each soft thrust in and out of her made her moan against his mouth. Her hands went for his belt, the buckle jingling as she loosened it, and then she was unbuttoning and unzipping his uniform pants, reaching in to cup his erection.
“Fuck, Laura,” Travis groaned. “You don’t have to do this.”
“You already made me cum twice,” Laura slid her hand into his boxers to grip him tightly and stroke, “at what point is it going to register with you that I want to fuck you, Sheriff?”
Those big thick perfect fingers pulled out of her and grabbed at her shirt, tugging it over her head. Laura was dazed by the rough kiss he gave her the moment her shirt was off, and somehow Travis’ hands were everywhere at once, yanking her bra down, not off, so that one hand could rub at her nipple as the other pushed into the ripped tights and tugged her panties firmly to one side.
“Fuck yes,” Laura groaned as she pulled on the hem of his t-shirt, trying to work it off him. “Please please please, Travis.”
He shut her up with another kiss like he couldn’t take hearing her beg him, his hips resting between her thighs. The uniform fabric rubbed against her clit. Laura reached down for his dick again and tugged it free from the constraints, feeling it slap against her folds. Travis rolled against her, coating his cock in her slick, cockhead teasing her clit.
“Please,” she managed to beg past the gag of his lips.
“I don’t get it,” his breath was ragged, and he knocked her hand aside to grip himself, his free hand thumbing her nipple, “you were free of this goddamn place, but here you are again.”
She hitched up the leather skirt, rubbing up against him. “Your fault,” she laughed, “too much of a gentleman in the end! Had me hooked after that apology.”
They both knew she was teasing him, but she wasn’t expecting the creepy look that came over his face. Or the way it made her clench down on nothing.
“Oh, that’s what you wanted?” His voice got so deep and low. “You wanted a gentleman. That’s why you let me fuck you in cuffs, is it?”
"What is going on here," Laura moaned.
Travis pushed his cock against her, and then slid into her, the first inch spearing her open. "That's why you liked to mouth off." A little deeper. "You wanted to test me." He got halfway in. "See if you could make me snap."
Was this a thing? A bit he was doing? Because Laura was soaking wet.
"You're a goddamn brat." Deeper. "All sweet and polite in the cell but the second I got you on your back it was all sass and vinegar. You're lucky I am a gentleman, ma'am. A bad man would've fucked you in that cell, on video."
Oh fuck. Laura keened, her legs finding his waist. "Fucking creep," she panted. "Did you jerk off thinking about that?!"
Travis leaned in and licked her nipple as the thick, wiry hairs around his cock rubbed along her folds. "The fuck were you doing in the showers, huh?" he taunted. "What were you thinking of?"
She grabbed at his t-shirt that he hadn't let her get off him. "You, fuck!"
“That’s what I thought, young lady.” Travis thrust, getting deep on the first go, the muted slap of uniform pants hitting her thighs. “So nice to me in front of your little boyfriend, but the second we were alone you were goading me.”
Laura was very very fucked up. She knew- knew- that Travis had limits, that he would’ve never done anything to actually abuse her in that cell. But somehow the thought of him snapping, fucking her again and again in the cell, made her clench up around him. “I knew it,” she licked her lower lip, “just a creepy old m-man who wanted to fuck a college student!”
He rocked his hips again, an inch or two slipping out of her before he got it back in. “Face it, ma’am,” rolling her nipple between them and forefinger, he pulled back, pushed forward, started a nice little in-out that made her stomach tense up, “you were after that all along.”
“You got me,” Laura arched up, inviting him to put that mouth to good use on her nipple, “you got me, I’m- fuck- I’m just here to seduce you.”
Travis did what she wanted and Laura whined as hot flecks of pleasure raced down her spine to where his cock was working in and out of her, slowly getting faster.
“I knew it.” He teethed at the stiff little peak, rolling his hips against hers. It pushed him right up against that sweet spot. “You’re just a,” he broke off, sucking in a breath, “needy little girl who wants a creep fucking this tight little pussy.”
“Jesus, Travis,” Laura whined, digging her nails into his back. “Don’t fucking stop.”
He lifted his thumb to his mouth again as he fucked her, and sucked on it for a few seconds. Laura expected him to rub at her clit but instead he slid his hand underneath them and stroked the pad along the tight ring of muscle. Laura bucked with a gasp.
"You want it?" Travis growled.
Laura frantically nodded, arching up to try and coax his mouth back to her nipples. Travis didn't slide the whole of his thumb into her; he just pressed gently on the ring, enough that Laura felt it, felt the sudden twin pressure of it in her gut.
"Travis," it came out in a sharp gasp, "oh god, fuck, harder."
His left hand dropped to her clit this time, rubbing over the saliva-slick bud as he kept up that firm press on her ass. Laura felt hot sparks in her stomach, in her clit, and then she was coming around him with a cry. Her nails scratched along his t-shirt, thighs clenching around his waist. Travis let out a rumbling growl as he worked her through it, his forehead pressing into her neck. All Laura could think of was how she had never even thought about letting Max near her ass, and here she was, coming for Travis Hackett with his thumb right there.
He let her ride it out on his cock, a tremor shaking him as he panted like he was struggling. Was he holding back? Laura rolled her hips, trying to coax him to keep going, but he pulled out without a word, his breath ragged as he knelt over her.
“You ok?” she found herself asking.
“Yeah, I’m not done yet,” he said, grabbing her thighs. He pushed them up towards her chest and then grabbed for her skirt, pulling it down to her knees and tossing it aside with her shirt.
Laura unhooked her bra as Travis reached underneath her pantyhose and grasped the seam of her underwear. She was throwing the mess of straps and lace into the pile when she heard seams snapping loudly. Twice.
He was throwing the plain cotton fabric aside when she looked down, and before Laura could say a word, his shoulders were pushing her thighs apart and his mouth was back on her clit. She jolted like she’d been shot, gripping the hem of his t-shirt, her heel digging into his back. The sound of him sucking on her was accompanied by a heavy burst of heat in her core. Laura’s voice came out in a shaky cry.
“W-what the fuck,” she whined.
He looked up, lips parted to let her watch his tongue play with her clit. “Told you I’m not done,” and it came out all muffled like he couldn’t keep his mouth off her even though he had something he needed to say.
It was like he couldn’t bear to keep away from her, and that made her stomach fill with butterflies as she lay back and watched.
She raked her nails through his hair and made him groan against her, the other hand playing with her nipple. “Take your shirt off,” she gasped.
The way he looked up at her, it almost seemed like he was going to ignore her for a moment, but he drew back. “What?”
“Seriously,” she snorted, “your shirt, Officer Hackett, can you take your fucking shirt off?”
His brow furrowed for a second. “Laura, I’m 56,” he reminded her.
“Yeah?” She sat up on her elbows. “I know? What, you think I only find you sexy with the uniform on?”
Travis paused, and the look that flitted across his face told Laura that he thought exactly that.
“Take your shirt off, please, Officer Hackett,” Laura ordered.
Travis just sighed and sat up, pulling the white shirt over his head. He threw it over to where her clothes lay on the floor, and spread his hands with a defeated look. “Happy?”
Sitting up, she reached for him, her eyes trailing along his bare chest. There was a light dusting of greyish brown hair leading down to the hem of his pants, but most of his chest and stomach was silver with scars. She traced her fingers along them, watching his cock twitch. Travis let out a soft breath, eyes fixed on her stomach rather than her face.
“Oh, now the big bad cop is shy,” Laura teased.
Travis shot her a brief glare, and then he was out of her reach and Laura was on her knees with her ass in the air.
“Looks like nothing stops that smart mouth, does it young lady?” he growled, grabbing her hips. His cock rubbed against her folds. “Maybe I should gag it with something.”
Laura opened her mouth to talk and he thrust into her in one go, forcing the air out of her in a loud cry. She arched up, eyes fluttering shut, and her nails dug into the couch cushions as his left hand dipped between her legs to rub all four fingers over her clit. A tongue lapped at her pulse, breath fanning across it and turning the lick of saliva cool as it passed over the damp patch.
“I was gonna eat you out again.” His hips rocked, slowing working the length of him in and out of her. “But you’ve always gotta sass me, huh?”
“I’m just a needy little girl who wants a creep fucking this tight little pussy, remember?” she gasped, trying to smirk.
“Sure do.” He leaned away from her, fucking her deep and slow. “That what you’re asking for, ma’am?”
Oh fuck. “Jesus, Travis,” Laura groaned, “you made your point, please!”
“Please what?” he asked softly, fingers still pressing at her clit.
He was going to make her- “I am not saying it,” she groaned, moving her hips against his.
The first real spark of pleasure was just bursting through her when his palm cracked hard against her ass and Laura jolted forward, her body instinctively trying to escape even as his hand between her legs stopped her short. The shock of pain turned into syrupy pleasure that had her whining underneath him.
“What the hell. Travis,” she whined.
“Shh,” he hissed. “This is what you came back for.”
“I thought you, oh fuck,” his fingers were still going, working her up, “said you weren’t gonna put me over your knee!”
“Laura, does it look like my goddamn knee is involved in this at all?” he drawled.
“No,” she panted.
There was a pause. “Do you want it to be?”
She glanced at him over her shoulder, meeting those dark eyes. “Travis,” she groaned, “please would you just fuck me?” A smirk curled at her lips. “Or are your old man knees busted now?”
“Fucking brat,” Travis hissed, cracking his hand against her ass again.
Laura yelped, eyes fluttering shut, back arching, thighs parting wide to invite him to rail her. And he did, hips slamming against her ass, long thick cock spreading her open around him as the wet noise of it all filled the air, accompanied by the sounds of Travis’ heavy breaths and Laura’s own little mewls as her pleasure coiled in her gut. Shifting a little behind her, Travis slowed for just a moment before his thumb was at her asshole again, rubbing and petting. Laura’s heels kicked up against the backs of his thighs, and her head fell into the couch beneath her, shudders rocking her.
“Oh fuck, Travis,” the pressure of his fingers and his dick was going to fucking kill her, “fuck, please, please don’t stop, please, harder, I’ll fucking say it please Officer-!”
That was about as far as she got before a hot, unforgettable orgasm rocked her from head to toe, muscles clenching up. Her clit twitched under his hand, her toes curled. Hips rutting frantically against his, Laura called his name, her mind white with ecstasy. Even as she was worked through it, she felt him twitch.
“Travis,” it took her a moment to get her mouth working, “fucking cum in me.”
It felt like he seized up behind her, but his cock twitched inside her rapidly, filling her up with- jesus, Travis, apparently Officer Hackett wasn’t exactly familiar with jerking off, because Laura felt it start to spill out of her as he pulled her ass flush against his hips, his nails ripping holes in the pantyhose as he came. Her name came out of him all heavy and ragged, and Laura felt her chest warm a little at the sound.
She lay against the couch, getting her breath back, but close enough that Travis didn’t slide out of her. She kind of liked having him inside her like this. It was nice to be full, and be full of him. Still, Laura shoved a couple cushions under her stomach trying her best to glance back at him, even if the angle was kind of awkward. Travis just knelt over her, panting.
“So,” she began.
“Can you gimme five minutes to catch my breath?” he complained.
She snorted, and finally crawled forward, letting him slip out of her. They both let out disappointed moans. Laura shakily got off the couch to grab her ruined underwear, and walked back over, holding it against her crotch to keep his cum from staining the upholstery.
Travis tucked himself away, sweat gleaming off his chest. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked exhausted, but not in the way he’d looked during the summer. He just looked tuckered. And it looked way better on him than the bone-deep half-dead look he’d had last time she’d seen him.
“People can say a lot about you, Laura,” Travis wiped sweat off his forehead, “they can’t say you don’t make life exciting.”
Laura snorted. “What, because your old man heart almost gave out mid-orgasm?”
“I keel over and die, Caleb’s coming for you,” Travis threatened, but there wasn’t any heat to it. “Keep that in mind.”
“Great, I get to finally meet him,” Laura shot back.
He rolled his eyes. “...you probably don’t wanna be here if he gets back,” Travis finally said. “He’s not exactly your biggest fan.”
Laura swallowed, looking away. “I wish I could change that,” she mumbled. “But I can’t.”
“Yeah.” He rubbed his face. “I know.”
“Oh, good.” She fiddled with the hem of her pantyhose, suddenly conscious of the fact that she was tits-out in front of him. Again. “So.”
“Is this gonna be a thing?” Travis broke in. “You come back to North Kill every couple of months and we- fuck around like this? Is that the plan?”
Her mouth opened and shut. “I- didn’t plan it that way? That wasn’t what I was thinking.”
“Did you have a plan?” Travis asked.
“No,” Laura admitted. “Just- go to Hackett’s Quarry again before I go crazy. That was as far as I got.”
“And the, uh,” he gestured to her almost-nakedness and his shirtlessness, “that wasn’t accounted for, huh?”
She made a popping noise with her mouth. “No.”
Travis nodded. “Right.” He rubbed his jaw. “...you headed back in the morning?”
Laura sat up. “I don’t know,” she said softly. “I don’t. I had it all planned out, my vet school. Me and Max, we’d study together, graduate together, I don’t know, maybe we’d get married and have some kids and a couple pets. And now, who the fuck knows. I can barely concentrate on now, forget tomorrow, or two weeks, or two years from now.”
“I’m sorry,” Travis said, even if it sounded defensive. “None of this was ever meant to happen, you know that, right?”
“Yeah, I do, and same to you,” Laura replied. “That- it doesn’t help. Everything’s changed. I don’t know how any of the others can go back to their lives, but I can’t.”
He pressed his lips together. “You know, I wanted to be a cop my whole life. And then I finally got what I wanted, only for it all to go to shit six years ago. Been kind of lost ever since.”
That made her laugh, but it came out humourless. “Great. So, this goes on indefinitely?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I don’t. I’m just saying, you’re not the only one who feels lost.”
“Do you think you’ll ever move on?” she found herself asking.
Travis blew out a heavy breath. “Guess I never had a reason to.” His hands flexed. “I need a beer. Another one.” Laura silently handed him the one she hadn’t finished, and he took a long drink from it. “Jesus, Laura. I don’t know. Really. I can’t help you.”
She let out a soft sigh. “All I know is, you’re the only person who knows what happened and- I mean all of what happened. So here I am.”
Those dark eyes stared into her. “I don’t have anything for you,” he told her. “I’m a dead end, Laura. I’ve got nothing to give.”
“I don’t even know what I want,” she muttered, “how could I work out what to ask from you?”
He stared at the bottle for a second, and then put it down. “I’m saying I can’t- make promises,” he told her. “Everything I had planned out, pretty sure it went up in smoke with Harum Scarum. You can come running back here whenever. North Kill isn’t going anywhere. I sure as hell aren’t gonna head off anytime soon.”
Laura blinked. Was he…?
“Are you asking me out?” she asked.
There was a long pause. “I’m saying, I don’t know what else I can give you,” he finally replied. “I’m 56, Laura. That’s not just a cute old man joke. I’m almost three times your age.”
“And it’s hot,” she added.
Travis closed his eyes. “Your fucking sass,” he muttered. “Laura.” He stared at her. “I can’t promise it’ll all be perfect rainbows and roses. Don’t think I’m cut out for that anyhow.”
“That’s ok.” She moved closer, tossing the soaked underwear aside. “We can keep it to college holidays. You, me, we hook up and recall the times we killed werewolves.” Her hand touched the bite mark her teeth had left on him. “What I do know is… I don’t wanna be alone thinking about this all the time. I- need someone who knows, you know?”
A faint smile curled at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah.” It came out all soft. “I know.”
Laura leaned in to kiss him. Travis met her halfway, his arms wrapping around her, tugging her into his lap so she could lean up against him.