Filthy Desires: A Romantic Suspense Collection

by Parker, Kylie

  “You’re alive,” Laurel says as though he needs to be reminded.

  “Yeah, I know,” Marty says. “I’m alive, and I’m looking forward to Donte having to spend his life in prison for this shit.”

  “For this, and for Gabe and Caleb,” I say. “Donte was the one who hired that dipshit to kill Gabe.”

  “Then it’s finally over,” Marty says.

  The door opens, and sweet little Mary enters. Her parents, Gabe’s parents, are right behind her. Mary sees that Marty is awake and comes running up to the side of his bed to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You and Jonathan and Laurel saved me,” she says. “You’re my prince’s and my princess just like at my birthday party.”

  Marty smiles at her. Her father smiles. “Glad to see you up,” he says, “she wanted to come see you before we had to leave.”

  “Thank you, Mary,” Marty says with a painful looking grin.

  They say their farewells before departing. “You know,” Marianna says, “there’s a lot of other people in the waiting room who are waiting to see you.”

  “Could you guys get Amy for me?” Marty asks; I can tell he is a bit scared still. It was a lot to take in –the man needs his wife.

  “I’ll go get her, man,” I say. “Honestly, I’m starving and wouldn’t mind heading down to the cafeteria.”

  “Thanks,” he says.

  Laurel stands. “I’ll go with you,” she says. “I need to stretch my legs.”

  The two of us leave the room and head to the ground floor to locate Amy. It doesn’t take long. She spots us and the moment we tell her that Marty is up, she ditches her lunch and heads up the elevator. Laurel and I wind up going through the line in the cafeteria and sitting together at a table in the corner; she is kind enough to carry my tray for me.

  “So,” she says awkwardly as we find ourselves a seat, “exciting day, right?”

  “That’s not funny,” I say.

  “I kind of overheard your conversation with Brandi,” she says, ruining my appetite.

  “Overheard or eavesdropped?” I ask.

  “Probably the second of the two,” she admits. “I’m sorry.”

  “About Ambriel or about eavesdropping?”

  “Both,” she says. “So she has no idea who the father might be?”

  “None,” I say and force myself to eat.

  “And you and Brandi?” she asks.

  I shoot her a slight glare. Is she serious right now? I literally just dumped her upstairs and found out she’s been cheating on me, and she’s already trying to move in? “Laurel, look,” I start to say, but she interrupts me.

  “Not like that, Jonathan,” she says. “I just wanted to see if you are okay.”

  She is looking at me with these sympathetic eyes. She really cares about me. Honestly cares. “I think I’ll be okay,” I sigh. “Looks like I’ll be staying at Tyler’s again. God, I don’t know if I can live there again. Do you have any idea how mentally scaring it is when he forgets I’m sleeping on his couch and he wakes up in the middle of the night ass naked to piss in that weird ass toilet in his kitchen?”

  Laurel chuckles slightly. “Not to mention that people were apparently starting to talk about your relationship.”

  I point my fork in her face. “No one hears about what Vivian thought –ever.”

  “I don’t know. That’s going to be kind of a difficult one to keep under wraps. Plus, the police are going to want to know why they kidnapped Tyler,” she teases.

  “I’m serious,” I say, and we both laugh.

  “You know,” she says with a slight smile, “you could come stay with me to avoid any more rumors like that.”

  “So it is like that then, huh?” I ask, but I smile.

  “Don’t make me feel like I’m insensitive, all right?” she says. “I can retract the offer, if you’d like.”

  “No, I think I’d like that. I miss sharing a bed with you,” I say.

  “Bed?” she laughs. “I was going to make your ass sleep on the couch.”

  “Oh,” I say.

  “You have to earn the right to the bed, hon,” she says and winks at me.

  I have really missed this. God, I’ve missed her.

  88

  Laurel and I can’t seem to get our hands on each other fast enough. After another visit with Marty, the two of us headed back to her apartment –back home. I really missed this place. We hurry up to her second floor apartment and slam the door behind us. We both go in for a quick embrace, and I cringe. “Ah!” I snap, having forgotten all about, well, you know, being fucking shot. My arms is still in a sling.

  She laughs. “Maybe we should give you some time, big guy.”

  “No, I’m fine,” I say. “Just… take it easy, would you?”

  “Awe, poor baby,” she says and gently places her hand to my chest, pushing me back. She pushes me back to the couch, and I sit down when she gives one final, slightly forceful shove. She sits herself down in my lap and leans into me slowly, kissing my lips.

  I suppose it just shows that I was not still in love with Brandi that I would run back to Laurel so quickly. Don’t get me wrong –finding out Brandi had been cheating this entire time still stings, but I had never stopped thinking about Laurel in this way. We transition back so easily and readily. Her lips are so soft. With my free arm I reach around and give her ass a slight squeeze. I start to undo my sling, but she stops me.

  “You know, you’re going to wind up hurting yourself, Jonathan,” she says. “Just leave it on. Let me handle this.” She slowly slips down onto the floor in front of me, and I can feel myself growing hard as she slides her fingertips down my chest to my legs.

  She pulls at my gym shorts, slipping them and my underwear as well as my shoes completely off me until I’m sitting here in nothing but my t-shirt and sling. My free hand grips the couch cushion as she kisses my inner thighs, breathing heavily on my now erected cock. I lean my head back and groan slightly when I say, “Stop teasing me, Laurel.”

  “Whatever you say,” she says and wraps her mouth around me, sucking slowly and working her tongue up and down my shaft.

  “That feels so good,” I say, moaning. I touch her hair, and I can feel her head moving as she goes up and down on my cock with her mouth. “I want to be inside of you,” I say, practically begging.

  She pulls away from me, completely strips down in front of me, and then sits herself back down onto my erection. I feel myself slide up into her, and she’s wet –the warmth of her embrace makes me shudder. She kisses my lips as she works her hips up and down. For a second she tries to take off my shirt, but it’s too much of a struggle with the sling in our current position. She laughs off the tumble, and she continues giving me these long, deep kisses.

  With my free hand I grab one of her breasts and massage it. I can feel her cumming all over my lap. “I miss this,” she whispers in my ear. “I miss you, Jonathan. I love you.”

  “I love you,” I say back, and I cum inside her just as she is having a loud orgasm.

  We go to the bedroom, and she helps me out of my shirt, but I leave the sling on. We lay down beside one another under the blankets. I’m not sure how long we stay this way, but I don’t mind. I could lay here for the rest of my life beside her.

  89

  I hate this office. I don’t know why; it is just so plain. Nothing but two large bookshelves behind the desk and a wall full of framed diplomas and certifications. To my right is Brandi; she’s holding Ambriel in her arms, and she looks twice as nervous as I am. To my left is Laurel; I’m actually surprised Brandi told me to bring her along to this. It’s been four weeks since the incident at the marathon, and today is the day I finally find out about Ambriel.

  In these four weeks, I have certainly visited with Ambriel. I haven’t just pretended she doesn’t exist, but I’ll admit that there has been this discomfort within me that I don’t think is going to go away until I hear the truth. I look over at Brandi. “Remember,” I say, “no matter what
, I’m there for that little girl.”

  “Me too,” Laurel says.

  I scratch at my sling –a nervous habit I have picked up in the past few weeks, and Laurel slaps my hand away. I hear a slight, uncomfortable chuckle come from Brandi as she watches the two of us in amusement.

  The door opens, and the doctor enters with a file in hand and sits herself down across from us. She smiles. “My name is Dr. Abercott. I oversee the DNA testing here. So the Trial family,” she says. “Just to confirm we are looking at the results for Ms. Ambriel Trial’s DNA test to confirm whether or not you, Jonathan Trial, are the biological father?” We all nod –each one of us far too shaken up to use actual words. The woman smiles at us and opens up the paperwork. “Congratulations, Mr. Trial, the test have confirmed a 99% proof rate that you are indeed Ambriel’s father.”

  My God, I had no idea how much tension had been built up inside me until this incredible moment of release. I exhale loudly and lean forward to avoid eye contact with everyone in the room so that I don’t lose it. Thank God.

  “Oh, thank you so much, Dr. Abercott,” Brandi says, and I can hear the relief in her tone as well. “God, I got to ship a damn copy of this paperwork to the prison. Donte’s lawyer keeps contacting me.”

  “We’ll be sure to handle that for you,” Dr. Abercott says to Brandi. “I just need you to sign a couple of things. Since Mr. Trial’s name is already on Ambriel’s birth certificate, there won’t be much to take care of after today. Really, all the legalities are in place –this was more just for some peace of mind.”

  I still haven’t spoken. I’m just so relieved. I fight back tears, and I finally manage to ask Brandi if I can hold Ambriel. She smiles and hands her over to me while she fills out some final bit of paperwork. Laurel smiles at me, and I smile back. Ambriel is mine. Nothing can compare to this moment.

  Once everything is settled, the three of us walk out together. Brandi pushes an empty stroller because I’m not putting Ambriel down until I absolutely have to. I kiss my baby girl a hundred times as we stand outside of the office building where Brandi had had the DNA test done. “I’m so happy,” Brandi says to us, smiling ear to ear at me as I stand there cooing over Ambriel. “Really, I am.”

  “Me too,” I say.

  “You’re going to make a great father, Jonathan,” Brandi says and then looks at Laurel. “And you’ll be a great stepmom.”

  Laurel blushes. “Oh, well, you know, um-”

  “Come on, I saw you trying to hide the ring,” Brandi says with a hand wave. “Congratulations, you two.”

  I laugh as Laurel attempts to rid herself of her pinkish color. “Thanks,” I say.

  “Listen,” Brandi says, smirking, “I have something going on this evening, and my babysitter cancelled on me. Would you two want to keep Ambriel tonight?”

  I grin. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  I look at Laurel for confirmation, and she nods happily. “Yes, I’d love to keep her tonight.”

  “Great!” she says.

  “The nursery at the new place isn’t quite finished,” Laurel says, “but we have a bed ready to go for her.”

  “You two already started on a nursery?” Brandi questions. “Before even knowing the results?”

  “It was sort of impromptu,” I say. “We saw something I liked, and it was on sale. Kind of dealing with a smaller budget than you and I had. Boxing is kind of out the window for me, so I’m just working full time at the gym now.”

  “How’s that going?” Brandi asks.

  “Actually, I really love it,” I admit. “Alex promoted me to a managerial position, and supposedly that’s going to be coming with a slight pay raise.”

  “That’s great, Jonathan!” Brandi says with a smile.

  “So where are you off to tonight?” Laurel asks curiously, and Brandi starts acting slightly sketchy while she fumbles to make something up.

  “Come on, Brandi,” I say, “What are you up to?”

  “Um… I have a date,” she says.

  I laugh. “Oh? With who?” I tease slightly.

  “Um… okay, but please don’t give him a hard time. He’s already scared out of his mind about you, Jonathan,” Brandi says, blushing. “I’m going on a date with Bobby.”

  I laugh. I can’t help it. “Oh my God, are you serious?”

  Laurel slaps me in my side, and I cringe slightly. “Knock it off.”

  “You knock it off,” I say. “It’s hard enough to hold Ambriel wearing this sling. I don’t need you slapping me.”

  “How did this happen?” Laurel asks curiously.

  “He’s just always been so sweet to me,” she says. “And, after Donte, I think I’m done dating boxers.”

  “So a former alcoholic lawyer is the way to go?” I tease.

  “He’s sweet, and you know it,” Brandi says. “And don’t pick on him about dating me, I swear. I need a nice guy.”

  “You do,” I say. “Enjoy your date.”

  “I will,” she says and gives Ambriel a kiss before departing.

  I smile. This is the first time since the incident at the marathon that I’ll be spending time with Ambriel without Brandi. Laurel and I take Ambriel back to our place. I can’t stop smiling.

  90

  “All right, all right, move aside, move aside,” I hear Marianna saying as she passes out popcorn to everyone.

  “Did you get me my soda?” Britany asks, shouting slightly to be heard over the roaring crowd.

  I laugh and lean over to Laurel. “Have your friends ever been to a guys boxing match before?”

  “I don’t know, but they sure are excited,” Laurel says, chuckling slightly.

  LaWanda, Katie, and Eleanor fight over popcorn and seats; Marianna plops herself in front of all of us and stares up at the ring starry eyed. I glance up to see Marty and Amy, and I hurry to my feet to help push Marty’s wheelchair down the aisle. “I got it, I got it,” Marty insists in an annoyed tone, but Amy pops him in the back of the head.

  “No, dear, you don’t. Let Jonathan help and stop being do damn prideful,” Amy says. “Honestly, he’s so childish.”

  “Oh, shut up,” Marty says, but he laughs when he says it. Amy sits down beside him; Damion and Alex sit near them and talk about how Marty is coming to work at the women’s gym as a receptionist. He had been really bummed out about not being able to box anymore, but he enjoys working with me. He’s going through therapy, so maybe when he’s back up on his feet again he will be able to do training like I had once done.

  I actually love working at the gym. I’ve made some good friends there. “Is everyone here?” Marianna asks me, turning around in her chair.

  I look around and do a mental checklist. Gabe’s parents and even Mary are here. Marty and Amy, the female fighters, Damion and Alex… “No, I don’t see Brandi and Bobby?”

  “No, wait, there they are,” Laurel says and points.

  I see Brandi and Bobby pushing through the rows of chairs to get to us. “Sorry we’re late!” Brandi calls out. “The babysitter was late!”

  Bobby plops down in the empty seat beside me. “It hasn’t started yet, has it?” he asks.

  “Not yet,” I say. “Although you made it just in time.”

  The lights dim, and the music starts as the boxers make their way to the ring. The crowd loses their mind –us especially. It’s Tyler’s very first professional match, and he’s up against some serious competition. “Ladies and gentleman, making his debut fight this evening….” I can barely hear what the announcer is saying because everyone is losing their minds.

  I can hardly believe how much attention this match has gotten. Tyler deserves it, though. The first round begins, and with the exception of Marty, we’re all up on our feet screaming our lungs out cheering. It’s funny how we used to give Tyler such a hard time about not being a real boxer, and now Marty and I are working at a women’s gym while he’s living the dream. He deserves it, though. Last week, Tyler quit his job at the
dump. He’s looking for a new apartment too –I’m glad he’s not going to have to piss in his kitchen anymore.

  Tyler dominates round one. I feel Laurel grip my hand in excitement. I look down at her and smile. “Oh my God!” I hear Marianna scream as round two is getting going; Tyler has the way more experienced boxer cornered. Suddenly, Tyler takes a step back, and the guy falls. It’s a knock-out.

  I look back at Laurel and smile at her. She gives me a quick kiss. I look back up at Tyler who’s grinning ear to ear as the referee holds up his glove.

  For once, I think everything worked out the way it should.

  Full Throttle: A Bad Boy MC Romance

  What consequences will their choice have?

  Bruce Harris and Matt Wilson, mechanics and best friends for more than twenty-five years, share their passion for Harley Davidson motorcycles. Just like every other person on planet Earth decides to do at one point, they decide to take a break. What is better than a road trip across the States?

  They leave their birthplace of Boston on a bright, cool, late-September day. Matt likes to gamble. Bruce is not a fan of gambling, but joins his friend for the long ride to Las Vegas. Somewhere along the way, they witness a deadly accident where Matt finds large bags of money in the back of a truck. He wants to take it, but there is a problem; They used to be members of a motorcycle club and only left it because Bruce wanted to start a legitimate business. Matt desire to take the money puts his best friend in a dilemma.

  Will they take the money?

  1

  The gentle rain that tapped against Bruce’s helmet did not affect his mood. Neither did it dampen his friend Matt’s spirits. Bruce and Matt had been meaning to go on this road trip ever since they were children growing up together in an urban Boston neighborhood. Las Vegas, their first major destination, was less than two hours away. A little rain would not stop the two friends from Boston. As former members of “Blazing sons”, a motorcycle club on the outskirts of the big city, they were used to riding in much worse conditions than the one they were at. It was a warm, late September night in Arizona. The rain would surely force them to be careful when applying the brakes, but, other than that, they would continue their course.