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guys.”
    “I understand. Get up to Angelino Heights much?”
    It was the site of the last slayings, and if Hunter was right, the work of something other than a man.
    “No ma’am. Never been up there.”
    That sounded a bit too unequivocal to Chloe.
    “Never?” she raised an eyebrow.
    “No ma’am.”
    “You strapped?”
    He sighed and looked away down the side street, staring into the middle distance.
    “I got two strikes,” he said.
    Now it made a bit more sense.
    “Say you were strapped, you got paper?”
    “No ma’am.”
    “Okay,” she thought for a moment. “On your way.”
    The tension drained from his shoulders, and he bowed a little, offering some profuse and loquacious thanks.
    And in that moment, two conflicting thoughts fought for Chloe’s attention. At once, she could prove Hunter wrong, and prove him right. If nothing else, it might shake her from her mood, and get her life moving again.
    “Take it out,” she said. “Show it to me.”
    He stopped mid-sentence and thought a moment, before reaching behind him to pull out the Glock from his belt.
    “Not your gun,” she said, and he looked confused. “Your dick.”
    For a moment, he didn’t move, then he licked his top lip, and handed her his piece. Then he looked up and down the street, and yanked open his fly, fishing out his half hard dick and letting her see it.
    It was getting harder even as she just looked at it, so fat, starting to stand up now.
    “Why’d you do that?” she asked, staring at it as it got fully hard for her.
    “Because you asked me to,” he said, arousal in the back of his throat.
    “You wanna fuck me?”
    “Yes ma’am,” he sighed. “Since I saw you.”
    She reached out her hand, palm up, and found his balls, massaging them in her fingers, feeling how full and swollen they were. And she couldn’t take her eyes off his massive prick, so dark against the pale white skin of her wrist.
    Chloe was annoyed that Hunter was right about one thing.
    But at least she could investigate her theory now.
    Her hands stroked up, and she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, feeling the heat burning into her cool hand now. She looked up and saw him staring down at her, his eyes wide with arousal. She leaned up, letting her mouth hover close to his, letting him feel the heat of her breath on his face, as she started to jerk him off in her had. Slow at first, but then harder and faster as his body tensed and he half closed his eyes, trying to kiss her whenever she let her lips nearly touch his.
    He was almost bent double now as her hand worked furiously.
    “You want me to suck it?”
    “Yes ma’am,” he gasped, almost in pain.
    With that, she dropped to her knees and adjusted the angle of her hand, still pumping away at him as she aimed his thick tip towards her eager mouth. It felt so hot as it got closer, and she wrapped her lips around it with a gleeful moan, pushing as much of it into her as she could take. It was too big for too much, and so she swirled her tongue around his tip and continued to jerk his shaft, making his balls bounce violently below.
    Before she could enjoy it too much, he announced his intentions, and she let him go, jerking him harder right in front of her face and commanding him to unload it all over her.
    The warmth of his sticky white come landed on her nose and cheeks in long, ribbon-like splashes, and above her, the giant man groaned, his energy levels still high.
    That answered that question, she thought, as she scooped his spunk in her fingers and sucked it into her mouth. The only sucker in this relationship right now was her. And she had loved every second of it.
    “Get lost,” she said, still kneeling.
    He trotted away, trying to do himself up as he jogged.
    When she returned to the other street, she found Patrick alone, leaning on the hood of the patrol car.
    “He had two strikes,” she explained, and Patrick nodded in acknowledgement.
    “Lunch?”
    “Sure.”
    She looked around,