by Jacob Chance
I see the look in his eyes and in a brief moment that feels like an eternity, I know my life is about to end. Scott attempts to fire the gun but somehow hits the button just outside the trigger guard, ejecting the clip.
I don’t bother to try and thank God or somehow understand my good fortune. Instead I spring from the chair and jump across the desk, kicking him square in the chest with as much force as I can deliver. He is thrown back off his feet and crashes into the wall opposite my desk, crumpling to the floor in a breathless, sweating, trembling heap.
I pick up his gun, slide the clip back in and chamber a round, enraged at the helpless feeling I’d just experienced. As he starts to rise I swing the butt of the gun handle down across the side of his face and watch as he falls to the floor shaking, wailing and now bleeding. I snatch his ass up off the floor and shove him into the chair at the front of my desk. I place the end of the barrel directly against his forehead and slip my finger onto the trigger.
“Just kill me… please kill me,” he begs in between sobs. “I’m the one who shot your girl. I didn’t mean to. I panicked.”
My hand tenses as the anger flows through me like a fiery wave. He shot Kenna? It’s all I can do to pull the gun back away from his skin. It’s only thoughts of her and the life we’ve planned together that keep me from putting a bullet in his head and making him disappear forever.
“Kill me... please kill me,” he whispers.
I walk back behind the desk on uneasy legs, dropping the gun into one of my desk drawers and pull out a bottle of Jameson to steady my nerves. After two quick shots, I am calmed enough to realize what needs to happen next.
Forty-five minutes later I’m back in my car after dropping Scott off at the police station. I called his father and filled him in on the events of tonight and what Scott confessed to me. I’m officially done with Scott Johnson’s case. My charity ended with not shooting him.
One week later
Kenna’s arms wrapped around my waist and the soft weight of her breasts against my back have been teasing me for the past two hours that we’ve been riding around on my motorcycle. This is only the second time she’s ever been out on it and with winter approaching in only another six weeks, we had to take advantage of the Indian summer weather we’re having right now.
We pull up in front of the garage and Kenna gracefully maneuvers off the bike to open the garage door for me. I drive the bike in, parking in the usual spot. She presses the button just inside the door, closing us inside the garage. The lighting is dim, the only illumination coming from the windows on the two large doors.
I shift into neutral and keep the engine running, while I remain straddling the bike. Kenna takes her helmet off, shaking her long dark tresses all around her shoulders. My breath halts for a second while my eyes track her every movement. She’s so fucking beautiful; it’s difficult to believe she’s all mine. I’m not sure how I got so lucky, but I’m sure as hell not going to fuck it up. I tell her everyday how much I love her and show her in every possible way I can imagine.
I undo the chin strap, remove my brain bucket and hang it on one of the handlebars. When I crook my finger at Kenna, she saunters over with an impish smile on her face like she can read my mind. Does she know what I have planned for her right now? When she gets close enough, I reach out and hook my arm around her waist, pulling her to me. Our chests crash together, our lips collide and my hand slides from the small of her back down to caress her curvy ass. Her hand goes to my cock, tracing the shape through my jeans. Her fingers move to the button, deftly undoing it and sliding down the zipper seconds later. The sensation of her hand wrapping around my cock has me groaning into her mouth. She slides her hand up and down my length, keeping the pace slow and the pressure of her grip strong. I pull my mouth from hers, my eyes drift shut while I focus on what she’s doing to me. I inhale a sharp breath when her warm, wet mouth surrounds me, sliding from the tip almost all the way down. Oh Jesus. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the sensation of her taking me in all the way to the back of her throat. It’s fucking incredible. She swallows and I can feel her throat muscles constricting around me. It’s enough to almost make me lose control. I grip her hair and pull her mouth up to meet mine in a wet kiss.
“Get undressed now,” I order.
She unzips her sweatshirt and drops it to the floor, before removing her t-shirt and bra. My eyes study the perfection of her body as she removes her boots, jeans and panties. My cock is so hard right now with my need to be buried inside her.
“My socks are staying on. The concrete is too cold.” She giggles, before walking the few steps to me. I take her in from the top of her wild hair down to the striped knee socks she’s still wearing. Who knew socks could be so sexy? She holds still, hands clasped in front of her, waiting for my instructions. I love that she lets me take control. I move back on the seat to make room for her in front of me.
I pat the seat in front of me. “Climb on here; get on your knees.” I help her get into the position I’ve been thinking about for years now. Goddamn, seeing her on her knees in front of me, on my motorcycle is one of my favorite fantasies come to life. I can’t even imagine how many times I’ve jerked off to thoughts of her in this very position. I reach inside one of the pockets on my jacket and pull out my handcuffs – I came prepared.
“Hold onto the handlebars,” I order and move her hands where I want them. I cuff one of her wrists and wrap the chain around the bar before cuffing her other one. I slide off the blue bandana wrapped around my head, place it over Kenna’s eyes and retie it. Now she’s at my mercy. My fingers trail down the middle of her spine and she shivers, arching her back for me.
“That’s it, Amor de mi vida. Are you greedy for cock?” I cup the fullness of her ass in both of my hands and squeeze its softness. I groan at how fucking incredible she looks like this. I slide my dick back and forth along her slit, slowly trailing through her juices.
She pushes her ass back toward me. “Yes. Take me...please.”
I line my cock up with her entrance and thrust inside her. We both moan. This position has her pussy squeezing my dick so tight. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I draw back and thrust into her again, this time twisting the throttle to rev the engine at the same time. The vibrations from the V-twin engine, only increase our pleasure. My left hand skates around her waist and down her stomach to play with her clit, the right one revs the engine while I thrust my cock into her at the same time. Fuck. I find a rhythm for all three motions until I know I can’t hold on much longer. I strum her clit faster and increase the pace of my thrusts until I’m pounding into her. I release the throttle and cup her breast with my hand, rolling my thumb around her nipple. She moans when her orgasm hits. I can feel the walls of her clenching around my cock and my release hits me hard and fast. I collapse on her back and nuzzle her ear.
“I love you, Kenna. I’m going to marry you someday soon. I’m not fucking waiting and I might not even ask you. I might just drag you down to the courthouse and make you officially mine.”
She giggles. When I remove the bandana from her eyes, she turns her head glancing at me with a smile playing on her enticing lips.
“Is tomorrow soon enough?”
“Here, let me get that for you.” I hold the door for my precious girl and once we’re inside the lobby of the building she pauses.
“Thank you. I was wondering how I was going to manage unlocking the door with all this.” She gestures with her chin, at the two paper bags of groceries in her arms.
“I’m Zachary, but you can call me Zack, I just moved into the vacant apartment on the second floor.”
She smiles at me and my heart pounds. I’ve never felt this way about a woman before. Why does she affect me like this?
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Zack. I’m Lana and apparently, we’re neighbors. You’ve moved into the unit right next to mine.”
I grin at her. I already know your name precious girl. “It�
�s great to meet you Lana. Let me carry those for you.” I take one bag from her and she hands me the other one without any objection. Good girl. I like her obedience. My eyes meet her large green ones. I wonder if she finds me attractive. Most women do; I hope she does. Her skin is so fair that the tiny freckles on her adorable nose and along the apples of her cheeks look like cinnamon sprinkled all over. My mouth waters. I want to taste each one. I wonder what she’d taste like. Would she be spicy or sweet? I can’t wait to find out. I need to know.
From the first glimpse of the gorgeous redhead, the night I followed Kenna to Quake, I was consumed. All night I watched her, instead of watching Kenna like I originally planned. Watched the way she threw her head back when she laughed, her long red hair tumbling past her shoulders. Watched her tongue make a slow trek around the rim of her margarita glass, licking up the salt. Watched her hips sensually sway to the slow music and grind to the pounding beat. I watched her all night long; watched her be oblivious to me and I promised myself it wouldn’t be long before we would meet.
Lana – even her name is sexy. Something about her is different – something I don’t understand. My reaction to her is something that’s never happened to me before.
I’ve been enamored with her for weeks now. I’ve been in her apartment numerous times, eaten her food and imagined what it would be like to be with her. I have to have her. I must possess her. I have to own her; until the ultimate goal is reached. Until my end game becomes a reality...
I’m going to make her fall in love with me.
Soon there will be no secrets between us.
Want more of Kenna and Derek, read on for TIED, their accompanying novella.
Copyright © 2016 Jacob Chance
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to my PA Diane Hamilton. I wrote TIED at her suggestion and before that, I had no plans to ever write about Derek and Kenna again. Diane wanted a wedding novella and she encouraged me to do it.
This book is for you D. There are hundreds of things I could thank you for and the list gets longer each day. Thank you for all the time you’ve dedicated to my books and for being such a great friend.
Chapter One
Derek
“I’m so excited to be going on our first vacation together.” Kenna bounces up and down in her seat next to me on the plane.
“Me too, Leoncita. Have you thought about what you want to do while we’re there?” I relax back against the headrest and watch as her eyes widen with excitement.
“I want to go to Thunder from Down Under.” She wiggles her eyebrows up and down.
“I give you all the thunder down under you need.” I smirk. “In fact,” I lean over and trail my lips up the delicate skin on her neck to just below her ear. “I gave you ‘thunder’ not even three hours ago.” I gently bite on her ear lobe and try to keep the hard on at bay. Thinking about what we did earlier has me raring to go, but it’s always like that with us. It could be the result of waiting seven years to be together, but I think it probably has more to do with our chemistry. The attraction between us has always been off the charts. How the hell did we deny it for as long as we did?
“Can I get either of you anything?” The flight attendant appears next to us. She flashes me a coy smile, and I smirk. Does she think she’s going to lure me away from the most perfect woman in the world?
“My fiancé would like a rum and coke, and I’ll have a beer.” She makes the mixed drink first and passes it off to me. I wink at Kenna as I hand it to her. A couple more of these and we won’t make it out of our room tonight, and that works for me.
I sip on my beer once the attendant leaves and enjoy the sensation of Kenna cuddled against my left arm. She drank her drink down in two gulps and now she’s more relaxed. She’s not a fan of flying. I thought she’d permanently cut off circulation to my hand on takeoff.
She turns her head and rests her chin on my bicep, looking up at me. “Your fiancé, huh? What was that all about?”
I pick up her left hand and kiss her ring finger just below the diamond I placed there four days ago, on Christmas night. We were in bed, and I was buried deep inside her. I skated my lips up her neck and whispered in her ear, “What’s this?” I pulled a tiny red Christmas stocking out from under my pillow. I managed to purchase one online with a white ‘K’ knitted into it. “Looks like someone’s been an extra good girl. Santa left you a special present.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her, hoping to throw her off track. I wanted her to think it was something sexy and not expect what it was.
She smiled at me and bit her bottom lip as she took the stocking from my hand. She placed it on her chest and reached in the small opening with her fingers before flicking a questioning glance up at me. I smiled and gave her an encouraging nod. She tipped the stocking upside down, dumping her platinum and diamond engagement ring on her chest.
I’ll never forget the look of wonder on her face when she grasped what was about to happen.
I plucked the ring up before she could and began to move my hips, slowly thrusting in and out of her a few times.
“I never feel closer to you than when I’m buried inside you, Leoncita,” I whispered. “There’s only one thing that would be better than this for me.” I paused and waited for the overwhelming sensation of tightness in my chest to settle. I took a deep breath. “I want to be joined to you in every possible way. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” I held the ring up in between us and waited for her to answer. She made me wait a few seconds, and then she squealed out a yes. I slid the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit - just like we are. And then I made her squeal for a completely different reason.
The hotel we’re staying at in Las Vegas is central to everything we could want to do. Our suite is opulent and large; only the best for my Leoncita. The bed is as comfortable as lying on a cloud and I can’t wait to crash there later, but first I need to take my girl out for a night on the town.
We start at a restaurant a client of ours recommended. Jack has used K.D. Investigations for a few different things, and he’s a great guy. He comes to Vegas for business all the time and he told me all the best places to eat and attractions to see while we’re here.
I wanted to bring her for a quiet, romantic dinner first because all our friends are going to be waiting to surprise her at the club I’m taking her to next.
Her golden eyes shine brightly in the dim lighting of the restaurant, and I’m in awe that she’s mine. She looks so gorgeous with the soft, sensual candlelight flickering on her face. I never imagined we’d ever get to this point. It seemed hopeless for so long. It was a long journey, but what a payoff.
“I haven’t really asked you anything about this trip, because I know you want to surprise me with all the things we do, but I was wondering which day we’re getting married?” She smiles at me. “I want to know how much longer until I’ll
be Mrs. Derek Santiago?”
I reach across the table and take her hand in mine. rubbing my thumb along the top of her knuckles. “We’re getting married Saturday night at seven o’clock. I’m not waiting any longer than that to make you mine permanently.” I lean forward and motion for her to do the same. “Once we’re officially hitched I’m taking you back to our room and tying you to the bed. I might keep you there for the rest of our trip. I have big plans for you.” She fans her face with her free hand, and I flash her a quick grin. I need to adjust myself, thinking about our wedding night has me turned on. I packed some special surprises for Kenna in my suitcase and I can’t wait to see her naked body spread out on the bed for me to worship from head to toe.
We linger after for a final drink before heading to Sin, the club we’re going to, a few doors down.
Jack, is friends with the owner and he hooked us up. No waiting in the long line that stretches half a block down the sidewalk or paying the cover charge. I lead Kenna to the front, give my name and we’re in.
Once inside my eyes sweep the room for suspicious looking characters. I don’t see any, but I do notice how garishly decorated this place is. There’s leopard print splashed on too many surfaces to count and the walls are painted a dark purple. Jesus. It’s a lot to take in and it’s distracting me.
Kenna’s soft hand is in mine as we move through the crowd and up to the bar. I order our drinks and throw down a one-hundred-dollar bill to start a tab. The drink prices here are sure to be astronomical.
My phone vibrates in my pocket with a text message from Kyle.