Hot Ink (Paranormal Erotic Romance): Book I (A Walsh Jackson Novel 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

not further away. As she drove toward the beach, and her home, she hoped for the moment when she could think of Walsh without those two lifeless, headless bodies popping into her mind’s eye.
    The ocean was soon in view, and Bridget felt herself loosen and unravel.
    “What do you want me to tell everyone?” Connie asked as she parked in front of Bridget’s beach house and took the driver’s seat again.
    With another murder to solve, and possibly a new serial killer on the loose, the only thing Bridget could think about was having a shower. “You’ll think of something,” she said.
    Connie drove away with a concerned look on her face. She had a right to worry, but Bridget knew she was fine even if she couldn’t will the rest of herself to believe that just yet.
    The yellow sun danced on the early morning low tide waves. Seagulls called in the sky. Bridget breathed deep the sea-tinted air as she followed the sand covered stone path leading to her front door. Walter, her cat, greeted her with a purring meow as she let herself in. Flipping her high heels off and discarding her holster and badge to the foyer table, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her hair had begun to unravel from the makeshift knot she had hastily created at INK. She withdrew the scarf she had snagged from Walsh’s dressing room and let it slip to the floor. Walsh. There he was again, in her head. What was she going to do about him?
    She flung her jacket over the coat rack, and lifted up her tankini to get a look at her tattoo in the hall mirror. Tiny droplets of blood had soaked through the bandage. Carefully, she removed the tape and hissed as it released from her skin. She was surprised to find that it had healed so much already. There was a faint hue of redness along the design, but that was all. She touched the edge of the sweeping cascade, tracing the line with her finger. Her mind wandered then to Walsh’s hot breath on her flesh, his gentle yet firm touch, and the soothing way his voice sounded when she was in pain.
    Upstairs, Bridget drew a warm bath. She got in and let the soapy water soothe her aching body. Her mind grew quiet. Walsh passed behind her closed eyes. She felt her body loosen with the thought of him, his arms around her, guiding her down onto his cock. How their bodies work so efficiently together. Bridget laughed–efficient sex? Only she would consider that a turn on. There with the warm water hugging her, she felt aroused by the memory of him inside her. How his cock felt, how he tasted, how he gingerly eased her off the tattoo chair to save her any discomfort her new ink might cause when he pounded into her.
    Her nipples hardened at the thought of him thrusting into her, the look on his face when he came. Bridget let her hand run over her stomach and down to rest between her legs. She teased opened her folds and slid a finger deep inside. Her breath quickened. She moved her finger feverishly inside, then glided them up to her nub, massaging it at her own will and liking. Harder and harder she stroked, thinking of Walsh, his amazing body and how it felt against hers. Stroking faster, something inside her mind slipped, and images of flesh, of blood, of death, bombed her brain. She rocked her hips back and forth, clamping down in her mind on Walsh, on their sex, on the sweet abandon of surrendering to him, but nothing could rock the gruesome flashes from today.
    Defeated, she removed her hand and gripped the side of the tub. Get it together, she told herself. It’s just Death. You’ve seen it a hundred times before.
    Something inside her broke then. Tears welled in her eyes. She put her hands to her head and huffed in gasping breaths, letting them fall in uncontrolled bursts. How long had it been since she last cried? Years, she was sure of it. She let herself come undone, weeping, shaking, sobbing, heaving. Hysterically unraveled, like a ball of yarn after a cat’s had its way with it.
    Her phone buzzed then.