by Heather Lyn
Clicking away on my keyboard, I try to focus on getting bills paid, and then I need to run errands. I’m picking her up from the hospital at four and am hoping to convince her to have dinner with me again. I need Linds to be mine, totally and completely. When we’re together, everything just makes sense.
I’ve just finished taking care of the utility payments when I hear a knocking on the front door. Closing out the window, I stride out into the bar to find Garret standing outside it. Letting him in, he claps me on the back.
“What’s up, bro? How’s work?” I ask.
“Not bad, Brody. So listen, I’m here about Lindsey. Have you talked to her about the phone number idea?”
I nod. “Yeah, we’re going to get it changed today.”
“Good. How’s she doing?”
I gesture to one of the empty tables and we sit down, Garret leaning back in the chair.
“She’s not doing great, man. She’s on edge all the time, and she’s frustrated.”
“I don’t blame her. Usually in cases like this, it’s someone the victim knows. But she doesn’t seem to have anybody who doesn’t like her, so it’s a mystery.”
The victim. Fuck.
“Yeah, exactly.”
“Bro, I hate to ask, but is there anyone you can think of? It can’t be a coincidence that the calls started around the time y’all started dating.”
“I guess I never thought of that,” I say, rubbing the back of my neck.
“It’s just an angle we’re working. Trying to keep all our options open.”
“Well, I can’t think of anything. Fuck, I don’t know, Garret.”
My brother nods and scrubs a hand down his face. “That’s what I thought. All I can say is keep track of anything else you think that would help us. A pattern in the way the calls come in. If she gets more when she’s alone or with other people.”
“Will do. Garret, can I get your advice on something?”
“You know it, little brother.”
“How do I keep her safe when all I want is to find this creep and kick the shit out of him for scaring her like this?”
Garret takes a deep breath and shakes his head.
“I don’t know, Brody. I wish I had an answer. I wish I knew who the fuck was doing this. I wouldn’t worry about her safety too much, since we have no reason to suspect this person is violent, but I get the fear. I see stupid shit like this every day, and it takes a toll on a person after a while. Get her a new number and see what happens.”
I nod, knowing he’s right.
“Thanks, man.”
“Anytime. Now, since I’m off shift and at the local place for a good beer, think I could get one?”
Laughing, I stand and slap him on the back of the head.
“Fucker. I should’ve known you only came for free beer.”
“Cheers to that,” Garret laughs, and I throw the bar rag at his head. Pouring a beer for him, I get one for myself too, not caring that it’s barely eleven in the morning.
A beer with my brother is never too early.
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“Hey there, beautiful,” I greet as Lindsey climbs into the passenger side of the truck. Leaning over, she kisses me and I take her in. She looks exhausted.
“Hey, Brody.”
Settling in, she buckles and looks over at me. Her blonde hair is piled on top of her head, she has on zero makeup, and she couldn’t be more beautiful.
“How was your shift today?”
“Long.” Her words are short and sharp.
Shit.
“How many, Linds?” I ask. She knows what I’m talking about if the tears in her eyes are any indicator.
“Three.”
“Fuck.”
“I just want it to stop, Brody.” Her voice cracks and it hurts to hear.
“Linds, look at me, baby.”
Her teary eyes meet mine, and I make sure she hears me loud and clear.
“After today they can’t call you. We’re changing your number and I promise you, fucking promise you, that those are the last calls you get.”
Lindsey bites her bottom lip and nods, the movement jerky. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
“That’s my girl.”
The words are out of my mouth before I can think, but she smiles and I know she heard the truth in them. She is my girl.
An hour later, we leave the Verizon store, a new iPhone in her hand. She’s smiling a genuine smile for the first time in days, and it looks so fucking good on her. When we get to my truck, she jumps into my arms, hugging me tightly. Laughing, I bury my face in the crook of her neck.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“For what?”
“Getting me through that. I know I’ve been a mess, and it was screwing with my head so bad, but now I feel like I can breathe again. It’s over.”
“Wouldn’t have been anywhere else. Now, can I take you out for dinner?”
“No, but you can take me to my place so I can make dinner for you.”
“Let’s go.”
Helping her in, we’re on our way in moments, and the sound of her laughter and chattering on the way there is music to my ears.
Turning into her apartment complex, we go to get out when my phone starts ringing from my pocket. Pulling it out, I see it’s Nate, the bartender on shift tonight, calling. Fuck.
“Hey, man, what’s going on?”
“Hey, Brody. Look, I’m sorry to do this on such short notice, but there’s a family emergency and I’m leaving for Knoxville. I should be back by this weekend, but I’m gonna miss tonight and tomorrow’s shift. I apologize, man.”
“Nah, don’t even worry about it. I hope everything’s okay, and if you need any more time let me know. You don’t need to stress, just take care of whatever is going on.”
I end the call, turning to Lindsey.
“I’m sorry to do this, but I’m gonna need a rain check on tonight, Linds. Nate called off, and nobody else was scheduled to work tonight.”
She looks disappointed, and I hate that I’m letting her down.
“It’s okay.”
“No, I hate that our plans have to change, but there’s nothing I can do. It’s not a huge place, babe. I don’t have that much staff.”
“It’s fine, Brody, I promise. Yes, I was looking forward to a normal night, but it’s fine. You go to work, I’ll grab some takeout or something.”
“Linds….”
“It’s fine, seriously.” Kissing me on the cheek, she opens the door and hops out, slamming the door behind her. She marches into the building and I groan.
“Son of a bitch,” I grumble, pulling out of the parking lot. I don’t even bother driving home, just head straight for the bar. When I make it, I park in my usual spot and pull my cell phone back out to text Lindsey.
Brody: Please don’t be angry with me.
Lindsey: It’s fine.
Brody: We can go out tomorrow. We’ll do whatever you want.
Lindsey: I have to work, you know this.
“Son of a bitch!”
Smacking my steering wheel, I huff out a breath and head inside. Flipping on all the lights, I start getting shit ready to open. The kitchen staff and couple waitresses should be here in about an hour, so until then it’s just me and my thoughts.
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It’s closing in on almost six and the bar has only been open an hour. I’ve sent Lindsey countless texts, but I’m now confident that she’s pissed off at me. Definitely can’t blame her. While we’ve been dating for almost a month, the whole thing has been plagued by those creepy phone calls. Tonight was supposed to be our first night without anything to worry about but us. Hell, I was really hoping that we could finally explore the intimacy of our relationship.
Neither of us is a virgin, and we’ve certainly fooled around at times, but I crave being with her. Exploring every inch of that beautiful body of hers. Making her come so hard she can’t do anything but scream my name.
I shake my head of th
ose thoughts, not wanting to walk around with a raging hard-on. Wiping the bar top down, I turn toward the door when I hear the bell jingle. In walks a group of people, with Lindsey in tow. Narrowing my eyes, I try to figure out what’s going on. The group heads over to a table and Lindsey waltzes right up to the bar.
“Hey, Walker. What’s going on?”
“I don’t know, Linds. Why don’t you tell me?” Her perfume clouds around us and it smells so fucking good. Lindsey looks fucking gorgeous, her black dress pressing her gorgeous breasts up, almost spilling out.
“Well, since you were too busy tonight, I agreed to go out with a group of my coworkers. I had nothing else to do. Speaking of, could we get a couple pitchers of Bud?”
And she turns away, leaving me standing there with my mouth hanging open.
Lindsey and her friends have been here for an hour, and she’s ignored me the entire time. I’m starting to get frustrated. When the patron at the end of the counter grabs my attention, I reluctantly get them their drink. Handing the man his beer, the loud sound of Lindsey’s laughter brings my attention back to her, and I almost come unglued. One of the guys in her group tosses an arm around her shoulders and kisses her cheek.
Asshole better watch it.
But he doesn’t. Lindsey stands up to walk around the table and the guys reaches out to pop her on the ass.
Okay, I’m officially done.
Tossing my rag on the counter, I rush around the bar and head straight for her, making it to her in only a few strides. She turns when I grab her arm, smile bright and wide. She doesn’t look shocked to see me.
“Brody, what’s going on?”
Rubbing a hand over the back of my neck, I take a deep breath.
“Linds, can we talk?”
“About what?”
“I think you have an idea. Seriously, Linds?”
“Seriously, Brody. Just chill. Ryan was telling me a story from work today.”
“Yeah, well I could give a flying fuck what Ryan wants to tell you.”
My voice is louder than intended, and Lindsey narrows her eyes at me.
“Brody Walker! These are my friends, and I will not have you being rude to them. Keep in mind that you are the one who canceled our date at the last minute. What I do with my friends is absolutely none of your concern.”
“Everything you do is my concern,” I seethe, eyes boring into her.
“Not anymore.”
Gritting my teeth, I step forward so there’s only an inch between us and glare at her.
“My office. Now.”
Rolling her eyes, Lindsey excuses us and marches to the back of the bar. Following her down the narrow hallway, I step into the small office behind her, slamming the door shut. Flipping the lock, I steel myself and turn around prepared to battle.
She holds her arms out at her side. “Are you kidding me, Brody? What the hell was that alpha male bullshit?”
“Pretty sure I’m not the only guilty party here, babe. Flirting with that motherfucker in front of me? Real cute, Lindsey.”
Her eyes go wide and then she throws her head back, laughing loudly. Crossing my arms over my chest, I wait for her to knock it the hell off.
“Oh my God! Are you joking? Ryan? You’re jealous of Ryan? You’re fucking ridiculous, Brody. Jesus Christ. I’m out of here.”
Lindsey shakes her head and tries to leave, but I swing her into my arms.
“Do me a favor, Linds? For once in your life, just shut that pretty fucking mouth and kiss me.”
I don’t give her a chance to argue before dropping my lips to hers, claiming her with the most aggressive and passionate kiss of my life. With a moan, she wraps her arms around my neck and I take the opportunity to spin us around, sitting her on top of my desk.
“Brody,” she groans, attacking my mouth, legs wrapped around my waist.
“Fuck, Linds….”
When I nip at her bottom lip, she takes the hint and opens her mouth, sweeping her tongue against mine, causing chills to course through my body. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone more than I want Lindsey right now. I’m rock hard and gently move my hips against hers. Lindsey breaks the kiss and tosses her head back. I take advantage and lean forward to run my lips up her neck, chuckling when I see the goose bumps on her skin.
Gripping the hair on the back of my head, Lindsey forces my eyes to meet hers.
“Ryan’s gay,” she breathes, running her tongue along my bottom lip. I break away and look down at her, a wicked grin on her face.
“Are you joking?”
“Nope,” she says, popping the p with a laugh.
Shaking my head, I cup her face and kiss her again, growling against her mouth. “What am I going to do with you?”
“You’re gonna fuck me,” she whispers in my ear.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan, dropping my head into the crook of her neck. She runs a hand along my chest and snakes down to my pants, fingers dipping under the waistband. “Linds.”
“What, Brody? You don’t want me?”
She makes quick work of my belt, and without warning her hand is inside my pants, sliding alongside my cock, a groan tearing from my chest at the feel of her hand on me.
“Shit.”
Laughing, she teases me for a moment, her eyes dark and filled with lust. Bracing my hands on the desk next to her hips, I clench my jaw as she pulls me from my pants. Breathing heavy, I run a hand up her side, under her dress. She moans quietly when I reach her breast, and I curse when she begins stroking me in earnest.
“Linds, slow down, baby. This is gonna be over in seconds if you don’t stop.”
“Can’t have that.”
She hops off the desk and pushes me into my chair before dropping to her knees in front of me. Her warm fingers slide into my jeans and underwear and yank them down, me lifting my hips to help her. She leaves them around my knees and rests one hand on my thigh as the other wraps around my cock, barely applying any pressure.
“Lindsey….”
“You’re pierced,” she mumbles, eyes wide, her hand stroking up and down.
“Yeah, that gonna be an issue? Holy fuck,” I groan, my eyes closed with my head back against the chair when she applies more pressure. The second those warm lips wrap around the head, I grit my teeth, almost coming immediately. My eyes pop open to watch her tongue trace lightly around the piercing. My body shudders in pleasure and she grins, removing her mouth from me.
“Linds, what the hell?”
With those wicked eyes trained on me, she begins jerking me again and running her tongue along the tip, precum beading out steadily.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby. Just suck me, please.”
Chuckling, Lindsey finally takes pity on me, and I release a loud moan when her lips slide all the way down, taking me into her throat on the first pass. She gives me no mercy, bobbing up and down, that sinful mouth driving me to the edge in just minutes. Groaning loudly, I have to force myself to pull her off me, chest heaving with each breath.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” I growl.
“Good. Please tell me you have a condom,” she says, and I watch entranced as she reaches under her dress to pull her panties off. Nodding, I grab my wallet from my back pocket and pluck the condom from it, thanking God I thought to stash it there days ago.
Ripping it open with my teeth, I waste no time rolling it down my shaft, then walk the foot to Lindsey and back her up to the wall, lifting her into my arms.
“I need you, Brody.”
“Right here, Linds.”
She wraps her legs around my waist and I lean her back against the wall. I run a finger to her center, finding her soaking wet and ready for me.
“Fuck,” I groan, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She bucks against my hand, nails biting into my shoulders. “Hold on.” Using the same hand, I grip my erection and position myself against her. Gently, I slide in the first couple inches and hold still, already raring to go. Taking her lips with mine, I
use both hands to grip her hips and thrust in, both of us moaning loudly.
“Brody,” she gasps. I start a brutal pace, hips snapping forward hard and fast. Using my grip on her waist, I move her up and down on my cock, groaning with each thrust.
“You feel fucking amazing, baby. So goddamn tight and wet.”
“Brody, oh fuck.” Her head drops against the wall and I grab the top of her dress, yanking it down.
“Unhook your bra, Linds. Now.”
She lets go of my shoulders and undoes the clasp in front, her gorgeous breasts bared to me.
“Fuck yeah.” Dropping my head, I slow my thrusts enough that I can take a nipple in my mouth, teeth gently scraping the sensitive bud. Linds cries out, hips bucking, and I feel her get even wetter and impossibly tighter.
“You gonna come for me, Linds?” I pant, releasing her breast, hand moving back to her hip. She nods, biting into her bottom lip. I thrust harder, watching her breasts bounce with each movement. I’ve never had such intense sex, never been so fucking turned on in my life.
Lindsey Taylor has completely wrecked me.
Still inside her, I wrap my arms around her waist and turn around, using an arm to sweep everything off my desk. Laying her across it, I resume my movements. Grabbing her knees, I spread her wider, eyes almost rolling back at the sight of my dick moving in and out of her sweet pussy.
“Shit, that damn piercing,” she groans, eyes shut tightly.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I moan, changing the angle of my thrusts. And I know I got it right when her back bows off the desk, my name echoing off the walls. Placing my hand on her lower belly, I run circles around her hardened clit and she comes, her pussy tightening as she milks my orgasm with no warning. I drop my head to her chest, body quaking in aftershocks.
Taking a deep breath, I lift my head and find her looking right at me, a sly grin on her face. Returning the smile, I lean forward to kiss her, this time more gently.
“You’ve ruined me, Linds. Completely.”
“That was amazing, Brody. Shit, my legs are shaking.”
“My job here is done,” I joke, laughing loudly when she swats at me. Her laugh dies when I kiss her again, then pull back to look down at her beautiful face.
“Are you finally mine?”