Free Caught by Jami Alden

propping her feet on his shoulders, sucking her toes into his mouth as he pumped her hard.
    He shifted on his feet, willing his cock down before she turned around and noticed the pup tent that was forming at the fly of his pants. As casually as possible, he crossed his hands in front of himself.
    “You go first,” she demanded, filling the glasses with ice and water.
    “Not much,” he admitted. “Most of Kara’s friends are out of town, away at summer camps or on vacation. The ones I did manage to connect with claim they haven’t hung out with Kara in quite some time.”
    “Did you look at Kara’s FacePlace page?”
    “A little. Didn’t find much to go on. But who knew there were so many degrees of virginity?”
    Toni didn’t acknowledge the comment, but he could see the flush of color creeping up her neck.
    “I always thought it was cut-and-dried,” he goaded. “Insert tab A into slot B.”
    “I don’t want to discuss your thoughts on sex or virginity,” she said. But he could tell from the deepening pink of her cheeks that she sure as shit was thinking about it, and thinking about it with him. “Anyway, it’s not funny. Girls talking like that attract all kinds of creeps and pervs.”
    Toni’s mouth was tight with concern. For whatever reason, Ethan was compelled to ease her fears. “I noticed she posted again. That’s good news.”
    “Maybe.” But she didn’t seem to share his optimism.
    “What makes you think differently?”
    “I don’t know,” she said, shrugging him off. “The posts were both made from her computer, but…” she trailed off.
    “What?”
    “I don’t know. It doesn’t sound like her.”
    “How can you tell? They’re two sentences each.”
    She shook her head. “Maybe I’m just being paranoid. Anyway, I found something right before you got here. I don’t know if it’s anything yet.”
    He let her change the subject. For now. “Show me.”
    She motioned him over to the corner of her living room that apparently served as her office.
    Piled in the small space were a desk, printer/fax combo, and of course her computer. Papers littered the desk in semi-cohesive piles. More papers peeked out of the drawers of an overstuffed file cabinet and out of the tops of boxes.
    Ethan thought of his own spacious office with its giant desk and state-of-the-art computer system and couldn’t help but wince. “This is how you work?”
    Her shoulders tensed. “Not all of us can afford fancy office space. Besides, I have everything I need right here.”
    He held his hands up in a supplicating gesture, snagged one of the two rickety wooden chairs from her kitchen table, pulled it over to the desk, and settled in next to her.
    As he leaned over her shoulder to see the monitor, he caught her scent in the sultry air. A mix of shampoo, laundry soap, and pure female hit him like a ton of bricks. Sexier than any perfume, it had heat pooling low in his belly.
    She popped open a window on her browser. “I went back a few months in the archives and came across this girl.”
    Ethan took in the naked torso, bare breasts barely covered by the girl’s own hands, and shifted his gaze away. Sure, her profile said she was eighteen, but he still felt like a dirty old man looking at her.
    “She was a member of the V-Club,” Toni continued, “invited by Kara, but she got kicked out after a month.”
    “She doesn’t look like their typical member. Guess I don’t have to ask why they kicked her out.”
    “The girls were cool at first, but then”—Toni’s blush, which had barely subsided when they sat down, returned in full force—“Kstar90 started giving the other girls tips.”
    “Tips?” He arched a brow, waiting for her to continue.
    He didn’t think it was possible for her face to go any redder, but her flush deepened from dark pink to full-out magenta. “Tips on how to keep their boyfriends happy while staying technically intact.”
    “Really, like what?” He felt a grin tugging at