Prose and Cons: a reverse harem murder mystery (Nevermore Bookshop Mysteries Book 5) by Steffanie Holmes

Author:Steffanie Holmes [Holmes, Steffanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bacchanalia House
Published: 2020-05-07T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Sherlock’s fucking enormous cock waggled at me in greeting. The lamplight within the room gave me a perfect view of… everything.

“What are you doing here?” he rasped. “I’m busy.”

He moved to shut the door, but I barred it with my foot, debating whether I should give him the grab-twist-pull treatment to get him out of my face. Why is he naked? A hundred terrible thoughts whirled around in my head, but the only way I’d get answers was to get inside.

Sherlock slammed the door against my boot, but he underestimated the toughness of Docs. I wriggled my shoulders into the gap and shoved past him, swinging out my knee to catch him in the groin.

“Ooof.” Sherlock wheezed, his back slamming against the wall. The door flew back as I burst into the cabin.

“Morrie? Where are you?”

The bright lights overwhelmed me, and bursts of neon green and pink danced across my vision. I stumbled toward the back of the room, where I remembered the bed. Please don’t let me see—

“Shhh, gorgeous. I’m here.” A figure emerged from the gloom. Warm arms wrapped around me, and my heart soared as I breathed in the grapefruit and vanilla scent that could only belong to my favorite criminal mastermind.

Morrie.

He’s here.

He’s alive.

“I missed you.” I burrowed my face into Morrie’s neck, savoring the scent of him, the weight of his arm around me, the hard planes and muscles of his body.

“Not as much as I missed you.” Fingers clasped my jaw, tipping my head back as Morrie seared my lips with a scorching kiss.

Mmmmmm. I don’t know what I was so afraid of. Morrie kissed like a man possessed, relinquishing the games he loved to play with me to give in to desperation. He kissed like he needed me to breathe.

Quoth fluttered into the room as his raven and rested on Morrie’s shoulder, head-butting his cheek. Morrie broke our kiss to pet Quoth’s head. “I missed you, too, little birdie.”

I collapsed against Morrie, relief, fear and desire swirling inside me. I didn’t know whether I wanted to throw him on the bed and molest him in the best possible way, or if I wanted to shake the smile off his face and rage at him for getting us into this mess.

A shape loomed behind us. Literature’s greatest consulting detective collapsed into the chair by the fire, peering at me through a veil of wild curls sticking out at all angles from sleep. “What dark specters have disturbed our slumber?”

“It’s Mina.” Morrie tightened his grip around me. “And Quoth. You have no idea how happy I am to see you. I’ve been three days in this room with him and already I’m contemplating Sherlockicide.”

“Morrie, why is Sherlock naked?”

“That’s how he sleeps.” Morrie rolled his eyes, but I couldn’t help but notice he wore only a pair of silk boxer shorts himself. Droplets of sweat clung to his naked chest. “And he hogs all the blankets.”

I stared in horror as the room came into view, and

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