Hard Stick

by L. P. Dover

  “Fuck,” he growled low, snatching my wrist.

  He pulled my hand away and ripped my skirt apart, his eyes wild and dangerous. When he said he wasn’t going to go slow, I believed him. There was nothing slow or gentle about him tonight. The adrenaline and excitement from the game left him feral, untamed, and I had to admit I looked forward to him taking control.

  Savagely, he gripped the waistband of my skirt and yanked it down along with my black lace underwear, tossing them over the side of the bed. His breaths came out in deep low growls as he stared at my naked body, gliding his hands up my legs and spreading me wide when he reached my thighs.

  I ran my hand over my breast, down my stomach, and to the V between my legs. His eyes followed the movement like a tiger waiting to pounce. Making one swipe with my fingers, I presented the wetness to him. “I’m waiting,” I taunted.

  Kellan’s nostrils flared. Then he lifted up on his knees with a singular focus, his pants halfway down his thighs and his hard cock jutting out, taunting me. He looked at me with half-lidded eyes and lifted my bottom off the bed. Without any warning, he plunged deep into me with one thrust. Fully seated, balls against my ass, a loud growl ripped from his lips. He wasted no time, pulling out and thrusting hard over and over again.

  The pain was sweet and I’d never felt so full in all my life. I’m pretty sure I came with the first thrust, but I couldn’t be bothered with that now. Locking my legs around his body, I held on for dear life.

  Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he grabbed my arms and flopped over, bringing me to a riding position in under a second. Straddling his waist, I didn’t waste a single moment. Guiding his hands to my ass, I used his chest as leverage and rode him hard and fast.

  His fingers dug into me and he groaned, slamming his head into the pillows. The insides of my thighs were drenched with my need for him. I slid up and down his body easily, enjoying the feel of him getting harder with each thrust.

  “I’m going to come, buttercup,” he growled through clenched teeth.

  That’s what I wanted to hear, but I wasn’t expecting what he did next. He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist and flipped me onto my back, burying me in the mattress. Bringing my legs up, he held them to each side of me, pushing down behind each knee. Holding me in place, he pounded into me, slamming his hips against my thighs with unbridled force.

  I knew he was close when his breath came out in deep pants as he looked down at me. “You’re so tight,” he groaned.

  I was more than ready. Digging my nails into his back, I bit my lip as the tightness slowly began to spread inside. “Harder,” I moaned.

  He did as I requested, and almost immediately I felt the warmth of his release filling me up as I rode wave after wave of my own climax, my body frozen until the last remnants of my orgasm subsided. Breathing hard, he let go of my legs and lay on top of me. Our sweaty skin sliding together, he kissed me gently on the lips and then slowly pulled out of me, keeping his stormy gray eyes on mine.

  The tension was gone, but I knew he wasn’t done with me. The night wasn’t over; it had only just begun. “The second we get home tonight I’m fucking you again.”

  I bit my lip. “I’ll be ready.”

  His attention landed on the bedside clock and his eyes widened. “Shit, we have to go. My interview’s in fifteen minutes.”

  I gasped and looked at the time; he was right. “I can’t believe we lost track of time.”

  Chuckling, he rushed out of bed and into the shower. “I can.” I knew I couldn’t get ready in time so I stayed in bed while he rinsed off and got dressed. “Aren’t you coming?”

  I nodded. “I’ll be right behind you. There’s no way I can get ready yet. You don’t want to be late for the interview.”

  He came over and kissed me, his fingers tickling a taut nipple. “You have no idea how bad I needed that.”

  “I could tell,” I said with a laugh. “Now go before you’re late.”

  My heart still pounded, so I lay there in his bed, smiling up at the ceiling. “I love you,” he called out from down the hall.

  “Love you, too.”

  I heard him get into his truck and drive away. After I washed up in the shower, I fixed my makeup and got dressed in a pair of jeans and a green silky top. My skirt was ruined, but it was just a reminder of the passion Kellan and I just shared. I left it on the bed along with my ripped shirt. Kellan would get a kick out of it once we got home. He was going to owe me a whole new wardrobe if he kept ruining my clothes.

  Grabbing a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, I guzzled it down and fetched my keys. My jacket was hanging on the back of the kitchen chair so I put it on and headed outside. I waited for the automatic lights on the front porch to come on, but they never did. Kellan probably turned off the switch by accident on his way out. I opened my car door but then I didn’t feel my phone in my back pocket. However, when I turned around, I wasn’t alone. A gloved hand slammed across my mouth and I screamed as a needle was shoved into my arm. My whole body grew numb and my knees folded beneath me. I tried to fight against the darkness, but it took me.

  Chapter 29

  Kellan

  “Thank you for meeting me tonight.” Shelby held out her hand and I shook it. She’d asked me a ton of questions about why I played hockey, who inspired me, and how long I planned on playing. I wanted to play for as long as I could.

  “And thanks for interviewing me,” I replied. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for an opportunity like this.” I glanced down at my phone, wondering where the hell Kristen was.

  Shelby tucked her notebook under her arm and smiled. “My husband and I have been watching you for a while now. You play a mean sport.”

  “I love it and always have. It’s in my blood.”

  Some of the other guys watched her like a hawk and I knew it was because they wanted her to notice them. It took me years to get her attention. “Well, I should probably get going. You have a lot of celebrating to do.” She turned to look at the team and waved. “The spread will be published in the June issue so keep an eye out for it. If you win the Stanley Cup, I’m sure the sales will be off the chart.”

  Once she was gone, I called Kristen. As soon as her voicemail picked up, I called again. “What the fuck?” I typed out a couple of texts and sent them to her.

  “What’s wrong, brother?” Dallas asked.

  I turned to look at him. “Kristen’s not answering her phone. It’s been an hour and she’s still not here.”

  His brows furrowed. “You don’t think something’s wrong, do you?”

  I didn’t know what to think. She’s never not answered her phone when I called. Pulling out my keys, I headed toward the door. “I don’t know, but I’m gonna find out.”

  I ran to my truck and bolted out of the parking lot. Luckily, I didn’t live far away, but when I pulled up, her car was gone. Where the hell could she be? She still had things at Brooklyn’s house, so I hurried over that way to see if she was there. Nothing. There was no trace of her anywhere.

  Scrolling through my phone, I found Jason’s number and called him. “Congrats on the game,” he answered excitedly.

  “Thanks.”

  “Is everything okay? You don’t sound right.”

  “I can’t find Kristen. She’s not at our house and she’s not at Brooklyn’s. She was supposed to meet me at Sammy’s, but she never showed.”

  “Are you serious? That’s not like her,” he said, sounding concerned.

  “Where do you think she could be?” By his silence, I had a feeling we were thinking the same thing. If Mitchell had gotten to her, I was going to kill him.

  “Let me talk to Aylee and see what we can find out. Is her car anywhere?”

  “No, it’s gone.”

  “All right, I’ll meet you at your house in a few. And don’t worry, we’ll find her.” We hung up and I drove back over to my place. Damn right, we were going to find her. If I had to search throu
gh hell I would.

  Everything was where it should be when I walked inside my house. There wasn’t a sign of a struggle, so that made me feel a little better. However, that wasn’t what I saw when I got to the bedroom. Drawers were opened on my dresser and all of Kristen’s clothes were gone. I rushed over to the closet and her side was empty. “Fuck no!” I shouted.

  Everything of hers was gone, except for her engagement ring that sat on the nightstand. Heart pounding, I jerked my phone out of my pocket and called her again, only this time I heard her phone ring; it was lying on the bed. I picked it up and sat down on the bed. What happened in the past hour to make her run?

  Brakes squealed outside and Jason pounded on the front door before rushing in. “Carter!” he shouted.

  I marched to the living room and held up Kristen’s phone. “She’s gone. Please tell me you know something. All of her clothes are missing, too.”

  Aylee carried her laptop over to the couch and sat down. “I don’t understand. Why would she leave like that?”

  “Fuck if I know. Mitchell probably has her somewhere. Do you know if he’s still in Boston?” I was about to lose my fucking mind.

  She closed her eyes and I could see the tension flash across her face. “I don’t know.”

  “You don’t know? What do you mean you don’t know? Aren’t your people following him?”

  She looked up at me and shrugged. “They are, but not like they used to. They’ve been following him on and off for years now. When they don’t get any leads, they back off until something happens. Obviously, he’s succeeded in staying off the radar.”

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I shouted, anger welling in my chest. That was not what I wanted to hear. “How the hell are we going to know where he’s at?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know, but I’ll call my people to see what they can do. But first, I’m going to track Kristen’s car. Jason and I had put a tracking device in it when she bought it so we’d know where she was if anything happened.” I paced the floor, feeling as if I was going to lose my fucking mind.

  Jason placed a hand on my shoulder. “Calm down, man. There’s got to be a reason why she left. What happened after the game?”

  I ran my hands angrily through my hair. “We came back here and had sex. But then I was running out of time for my interview so I left while she took a shower. She said she was coming straight to Sammy’s.”

  It was evident on Jason’s face he was stumped just like I was. If he didn’t know what to do, then we were fucked. “Guys, I found her car,” Aylee shouted. “It’s at the airport.”

  Jason rushed to her side and looked at the computer. “What the hell is she doing there?”

  Aylee typed a little more and shook her head. “Don’t know, but there’s no plane ticket on record for her.”

  “Then let’s go,” I shouted. “If we can get there before she gets on a plane, we can stop her.”

  Aylee slammed her computer shut. “Let’s go.”

  —

  We found Kristen’s car in the long-term parking lot at the airport. We’d hoped to find video footage of Kristen leaving her car, but there was nothing. It was like she disappeared without a trace. There was no plane ticket or anything, even after hours of searching. Aylee had her friends at the FBI searching for Mitchell but we hadn’t heard anything back yet.

  “What are we going to do? I can’t just sit here,” I growled angrily.

  After losing hope at the airport, we went back to my house. I was angry, and worst of all, pissed because I didn’t know what to do. Was she running? Did someone take her? It looked like the former, but there was nothing to go on.

  Aylee typed away on her computer while Jason and I marched around the house looking for clues. There was nothing. “We need to talk to Brooklyn. She might know something,” I said to Jason.

  Sighing, he pulled out his phone and we sat down at the kitchen table. “She’s not going to like this.” He called her number and put it on speakerphone.

  “Hey, what’s up?” she answered excitedly.

  “Have you talked to Kristen?”

  “Not since the other day. Why?”

  Jason nodded at me and I spoke. “Brooklyn, it’s Kellan. Kristen’s missing and we don’t know where to find her. Is there anything you know that could help us?”

  “What do you mean, she’s missing? Where’s Mitchell?”

  Aylee sat down at the table. “We don’t know, but I have my people looking for him. From what I can tell he’s still in Boston.”

  She scoffed. “That doesn’t mean shit! He has his people everywhere. You know this, guys. He’s probably lashing out because of the engagement. Kellan, why don’t you call your mother? Surely she’ll know where the fucker’s at.”

  I shook my head. “She’ll ask questions if I suddenly start showing interest in his whereabouts. And if I do, he’ll know we’re looking for him. The last thing we want is for him to be even more prepared. Besides, there’s no way he would’ve known about the engagement until tonight. He couldn’t have had someone get here that fast.”

  Sighing, Jason ran a hand through his hair. “Not unless they were already here in the first place.” He slammed a hand down on the table. “Fuck. If he had her followed up in Boston, he probably had someone down here the past couple of months. No wonder he went back home so easily.”

  “Dammit, this isn’t good. I’m flying out there tonight,” Brooklyn said. “You’re going to need me,” she said, and hung up.

  The longer I sat and did nothing, the angrier I got. Pulling out my phone, I scrolled through it until I found Mitchell’s number. “Dude, what are you doing?” Jason asked.

  “I’m calling that motherfucker now,” I hissed.

  He grabbed my phone and slid it down the table. “No, the hell you’re not. You’ll end up saying something to piss him off and then we may never see Kristen again. He wants you to lash out at him and do something stupid. With you out of the way, he can do whatever the hell he wants.”

  “So what? I have to sit here and do nothing?” I turned to Aylee. “Why haven’t you heard anything from the FBI?”

  Her face fell. “Because they might not know anything yet. We have to give them time. Brooklyn knows everything about Kristen and Mitchell’s relationship. Surely she’ll know something that’ll help us.”

  “I sure as hell hope so. If not, I’m flying right up to Boston. If Blackwell doesn’t have her, then I’m willing to bet he knows where she is.” I looked out the window, clenching my fists tight. “One way or another, I’m going to find her.”

  Chapter 30

  Kristen

  The room was dark, but I could see slivers of sun trying to peek in through the blinds. I looked down at my clothes and was still in the same jeans and T-shirt I wore the night before, if it even was the night before. I had no clue how much time had passed. My head felt like it’d been beaten by a bat and my mouth was dry. The bed was soft, and by the feel of the sheets, they were expensive. Where the hell was I? The last thing I remembered was being in Kellan’s driveway. Kellan.

  Jerking out of bed, I fell to the floor as my legs gave out beneath me. I didn’t realize how weak I was. Then I looked down at my hand and my engagement ring was gone. Mitchell had taken it. Knowing him, he probably had his goons throw it out while they kidnapped me.

  Someone must have heard me fall, but there was no sound coming from the house. Once I regained my strength, I peeked out the window. There were trees all around, but I had a clear view of the mountains. If I had any questions about who had me, they all just got answered. Mitchell loved the mountains and even went as far to buy us our own house out in Wyoming so we could spend weekends together. However, the mountains outside my window weren’t in Wyoming. I didn’t know where we were, but they looked more like the Appalachian Mountains.

  I tiptoed over to the door and gently turned the knob. I couldn’t see much except for a hallway and a staircase to the downstairs. Taking
a deep breath, I slowly made my way down the stairs. Everything was quiet, maybe a little too quiet. There was brand-new furniture in the living room, and the kitchen looked as if no one had ever cooked in it. I’d hoped to find a phone, but there wasn’t one. Mine was nowhere to be found.

  I started toward the front door, and as soon as my hand touched the knob, a voice called out from behind, one I didn’t recognize. “And where do you think you’re going?”

  Gasping, I jerked around. It was a man, probably in his midthirties, dressed in a pair of jeans and a snug black T-shirt. His blond hair was shaved close but it was his smile that made me shiver. He was dangerous and I could feel it. I also didn’t miss the gun at his waist. “Who are you?”

  He crossed his arms across his muscular chest. “Darren. I’m here to keep you safe. You’re going to stay here for a while.”

  “A while? What the hell are you talking about? Where am I? Where’s Kellan?”

  “Calm down,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Everything’s going to be explained to you.” He pressed a couple of buttons on his phone and held it to his ear. I could hear Mitchell’s voice on the other end. “She’s awake,” Darren said. A few more words were exchanged and then Darren held the phone out to me. I took it and slowly released a breath. If Mitchell was going to kill me, he would’ve done it by now.

  “Hello?”

  “Mmm…it’s nice to hear your voice,” Mitchell murmured.

  Anger boiled in my veins. “What the hell have you done? Where am I?”

  “Somewhere where no one can find you. I figured you needed an intervention.”

  I scoffed. “An intervention? For what?” The man had seriously gone mad. Deep down I knew he had issues when I dated him, but I didn’t think it’d go this far.

  “From Kellan, angel. You knew I wasn’t going to let you stay with him forever.” His voice dipped lower and I could hear the animosity in his tone. “I bided my time and now it’s over. You’re mine and always have been. He’s not going to touch you ever again.”