“Hey boss.” I burst into his office without letting Edna, his secretary, announce me. “Since when do we deliver the severed body parts of murder victims?”
Dave's expression changed from intense irritation, to shock. “We don’t,”
“Just checking. Cause that sure looked like a hand to me that we sent to Mr. Torenze yesterday.”
His bushy eyebrows drew together over his eyes, forming a single dark mass. “You opened his package?”
I slumped into the chair across from him. “Hell no, I just happened to be there when he did.”
He rose out of his seat and placed his beefy fists on the top of his desk. “It is not your position to question the contents of any package you deliver. I know, and chose the clients based on information that I do not feel you need to be aware of. So from now on, no matter what you see, or think you see, you will not question my judgment. Is that clear?”
I hadn’t thought much about the honesty of my boss before yesterday. Not that it really mattered to me too much today. But I’d remembered the hand after I’d gotten home the night before, and the side of the phone conversation that I could hear, and I got to wondering if I’d just fucked a murderer.
“As a bell,” I replied cheerfully, hopped to my feet and headed to the back room, and the dispatcher.
A couple of other messengers were prowling through the stacks when I arrived.
“What you got for me Delia?”
Delia was a plump, older woman with three grown children, and seven grandchildren. Not a single gray hair marred her head. Amazing.
“Linn, I’ve got a special for you.” She rummaged through the stack of invoices on her desk. “Here it is. It’s a secret delivery to a Mr. Matthew Burdock. He’ll pick you up for your date in front of the office at seven o’clock tonight.” Her face broke into a grin. “Says to wear something sexy.”
I thought about going back to Mr. Dave’s office and draining a few years off of his life. This was just the kind of assignment he’d hired me for and that I really hated doing. I had no doubt that Mr. Burdock was a friend of his. You know, one of those types of friends.
“I’m not a whore, Delia.” I slapped my palm down on the top of her desk.
She giggled. “I never said you were, honey. You just have a healthy libido.” She nodded at me as though she’d said something significant.
“Healthy libido? Christ, she has more sex then any one else I’ve ever known.” Morse, one of the other messengers said from behind me.
“Love you too.” I slanted a look back at him. He was only sore because I’d turned him down. He was too human.
Mildred came up then, lugging a large parcel in her arms. “You’re just jealous because you can’t get anyone to sleep with you.”
Morse shot her a scathing look, then stomped out of the room.
“Where’s my package?” I waited while Delia unlocked the bottom drawer in her desk and withdrew a small envelope with a square bulge in the middle of it.
Not having brought a purse with me to work, I had to jam the envelope between my breasts to secure it, and keep it hidden. I swear, half the time I figured these “secret” packages were empty and used as an excuse for Mr. Dave to fix me up with his friends.
Still, nobody forced me to sleep with these men either. Hmmm.
“Do I get the key to the apartment? Or am I expected to wait outside in the snow?”
Delia produced the key for me, to the tiny, empty apartment that sat over the front third of the office building.
“Thanks.” I tucked the key into my pocket, and started heading towards the door.
“Just a minute, Linn,” Delia called out after me.
I stopped, hoping I wouldn’t be sorry that I did. “Yeah?”
“Mr. Dave said to tell you not to worry about coming into work tomorrow. What with the delivery tonight and all.”
Definitely a friend of Mr. Dave’s.
Seven o’clock found me pacing in front of the windows of the apartment above the office.
Was I dressed sexy? Hell, I always dressed sexy, it’s natural for what I am. Was I dressed slutty? Hell no. I saved my slutty clothes for going out to find a man of my own choosing.
A horn honked and I glanced down at the street to see if it was my “date”. Seeing a car idling at the curb, I figured it was. My this evening was starting off romantically. Next I’ll bet I get to open all the doors for myself, and pay for my own meal.
I swore to myself if he pulled up to the drive-thru window at any fast food restaurant I was out of there.
I carried a little handbag, just in case I needed cash to get me out of this situation. The package, however, was once again tucked between my boobs. I’d shaken it earlier, and was almost positive it was empty.
When I trotted out of the exterior door, I was surprised to see someone standing next to the vehicle.
Taking a closer look, I was pleasantly surprised to see a very appetizing someone.
Tall, then everyone is tall compared to me, wavy brown hair brushing the top of his collar, brown eyes. Straight white teeth.
He was too rugged looking to be beautiful. Extremely masculine though, and when he smiled, he had the sexiest creases form on the lower part of either cheek.
Moisture creamed out of my vagina at the sight of that smile.
“Please tell me that you’re Linn.” His voice was deep and rough.
“That’s me. Are you Matthew Burdock?” Please don’t let him be the driver, and Mr. Burdock some shriveled old man in the back seat.
“Call me Matt.” He swung the passenger door open, then offered me his hand.
I took it, my nipples tightening at the heat that radiated into me from his callused palm.
He lowered me into the seat, and I glanced up at him to thank him. He was staring at my legs, and as I watched, he swallowed, then his tongue eased out between his lips and skimmed along the lower one. Another gush of liquid seeped from me, and I was beginning to wonder if I was creating a spot on the back of my dress.
Once he had the car in gear, he shot a glance at me, then forced himself to concentrate on the road.
“So Matt, where are you taking me?” My fake dates always took me out to dinner.
“You’ll see.” The side of his mouth curved in a grin and I shivered.
We drove in silence for several minutes.
“Did Dave tell you anything about me?” He finally broke the silence.
“No he didn’t.” I shifted in my seat so I could look at him, and was struck again with what an attractive male he was. He wasn’t human, that much I could see, a were of some kind maybe.
That blasted half smile of his flicked over his lips again, and I wanted to throw myself into his lap.
“Have you known Dave long?” I admit I was fishing. I couldn’t see this guy being a friend of Mr. Dave’s but if he was, I’d have to start looking harder for what was wrong with him.
“Yes and no,” Matt answered, then didn’t continue.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Okay, patience really isn’t one of my virtues.
“It means that I’ve known Dave for many years, but I didn’t like him enough to try to get to know him.”
“Dave’s not a were,” I blurted out before I could stop my mouth from opening.
One of Matt’s eyebrows winged up, and he slanted his eyes at me. “Actually, he is.”
I knew that shock was written across my face, and once again I spoke without thinking. “Werepig maybe.”
Matt laughed, and my heart fluttered in my chest.
“He’s half werecanine. He can’t shift, but he feels the call of the moon, and he gets even stranger on the nights it is full.”
Weredog. Almost figures. I still liked werepig better.
“So what kind of were are you?” Please don’t be something wimpy.
“Pathera tigris tigris.”
He’d stopped at a light and looked over at me, the grin moving across his mouth to encompass the other side.
“Orange or white?” I let my lips curve into my own grin.
He flashed his teeth in a genuine smile, that lit up his eyes. “If you’re around long enough, you just might find out.”
He pulled to a stop in front of a rustic looking log house, and swung out of the drivers door before I had a chance to question him. He opened my door, and extended his hand to me, not letting go after I was standing.
He led me to the door, then keyed in a combination, and ushered me inside. A fire in a huge stone fireplace was the only illumination in the house.
“Would you like some wine?” He moved his hand from mine and stroked it up and down my back.
“That would be nice.” I was suddenly glad we weren’t in a public restaurant.
He left me in front of the fire, so I took the opportunity to check out the items on his mantel. Of course, there wasn’t anything personal enough for me to ponder over.
When he returned, his fingers brushed mine as he handed me the glass, and both of us took in a gasp of breath at the contact. His eyes focused on mine, his breathing coming harsher in his lungs. The next thing I knew, he’d grabbed me by the back of my head with his free hand, and his lips were crushing mine.
I opened my mouth under his assault, his tongue sweeping in. He stroked through the insides agressively, tangling with my tongue. When he broke the kiss, his eyes locked again with mine, both of us breathing heavily.
“Drink your wine,” he rasped, and without taking his eyes off me, he tipped his glass to his lips and drank down the entire contents.
I followed suit, hurridely handing him my empty glass, my nerves firing as I waited for him to set them down. He grabbed me up in a hug, lifting me off the floor to eat at my mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck and consumed him in return.
“I can’t wait.” He knelt with me in his arms, then lowered me to the floor. Sucking and nipping at my jaw, my neck, as his hands began undressing me.
With a growl, he raised up and dragged his sweater off over his head. By the time I’d worked my dress down over my feet, he’d stripped to the skin.
His mouth came down on mine again, sucking my breath from me. He pinched my nipple, then drove his hand between my legs, inserting the tip of his finger into my sex.
“You’re wet,” he groaned, driving a thick finger inside of me. “So fucking wet.” He pumped his finger a few times, then drove another one in beside it.
“Fuck me, Matt.” I ground my hips against his hand.
He shuddered, withdrew his fingers, and guided his cock to my opening. His eyes were heavy lidded as he wrapped his arms around me, and prepared to invade.
Then he started pushing his way inside, my sheath far too tight to accommodate him. He dropped his head beside mine, and worked his hips in short, sharp digs, inching his way between my muscles. After several hard strokes, he finally bottomed out against my womb.
“Jesus, you’re going to kill me.” He pulled his cock back about half way then slammed it in.
I cried out with the intensity of the pleasure just that one thrust created. He backed out further the second time, and powered his shaft back in. I jerked, and creamed over his cock, feeling it leak out of me to drip along the crease of my ass.
“I won’t break.” I knew I was begging, but I was going to die if he didn’t start fucking me in earnest.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t. I’m not human.”
His eyes focused on mine, I nodded at him, and he smiled. Then he was ramming in and out of me with a power that had me whimpering. I exploded in a blaze of completion, my inner muscles contracting and easing around his cock while he battered away. I felt my muscles tensing for another blow, I arched my back, twisted my hips, and flew over the edge. This time the vising of my sheath pulled him over with me.
He groaned, then shuddered and I felt his cock pulse, then the heat of his release as it washed across my womb. He slapped himself into me a few hard times, until he’d finally drained his balls.
Dropping down on top of me, he barely rested his weight on the arms he had circled around my shoulders.
“Damn. I can’t remember it ever being that good before,” he breathed agaisnt my neck.
“Neither can I.” And the funny thing was I really couldn’t.
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