Then it hit her like a ton of bricks: Freya was horny. She wasn’t just mildly aroused. She was downright horny. How long had it been since she had felt this way? It had been since before her attack. She hadn’t had a libido afterward—not until now at least.
Now, she wanted him desperately. She needed his hands on her body. In fact, she wanted his hands down there—a shocking realization that left her both thrilled and a little scared.
“Brian, I want you to…touch me,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
“I am touching you,” he countered.
“No, I mean like actually touch me,” she said. “Other places.”
Why was she having such a hard time communicating this with him? Did she have to outright beg? Or did he not want to be intimate with her? Did he think that she was…tainted? Those were thoughts that had crossed her mind again and again over the past six months.
Don’t think about that, she told herself. Don’t go there. He’s interested. I know he is.
“Are you sure?” He asked softly. “This is a big step for you.”
“I’m sure,” she said, letting out a deep sigh.
12:15 AM
Brian couldn’t quite believe his ears when Freya had confirmed that she did indeed wanted to get physical—how much more physical he wasn’t sure. Still, it was a huge step. And hell, she was having sex dreams about him? That notion had his dick up and straining against his boxers. He desperately wanted to bury himself inside of her, but he knew that wasn’t what she had in mind. Maybe he could still bring her pleasure though? He would be deliriously happy if she would climax even if it was just by his touch.
“First thing,” he said, his voice low. “I want all of that off you. Now.”
His hand traced the silk fabric of her lingerie. He had to admit that it looked amazing on her, but he desperately wanted to see her naked.
“Okay,” she said hesitantly and began to shuck out of her nighty.
Her top came off first, revealing her glorious breasts. They were perfect—small but enough that they would fit in his hands nicely. Lust crept up through his groin, and he felt himself getting harder. If this kept up, he’d burst without even being touched.
Brian’s hands instinctively moved to her breasts. He was rewarded with soft skin and supple mounds. Freya flinched as if uncomfortable for a moment but soon relaxed. He breathed a sigh of relief. The more he touched her, the more she’d get used to him. He knew that this right here was an act of trust, and he wasn’t going to blow it. He’d go slow and steady, listening to her body’s reaction to his touch.
“I’m going to kiss every inch of your body,” he told her. “Are you okay with that?”
She nodded and brushed her hand against his cheek. Damn, if she wasn’t the sweetest woman he’d ever met.
Brian began kissing down her neck, noting small moans escaping her mouth as he went. He trailed kisses along her collarbone and then went down to her breasts where he suckled her nipple
“Oh…oh!” She cried.
Her moans only helped motivate him further. After he finished with her breasts, he paused for a moment, only to begin tugging at the silk of her shorts. She helped scoot them down her legs, along with the panties underneath until she was completely naked. He pulled back to admire her beautiful body and noted that she was beginning to have womanly curves after just a short amount of time with him. It wasn’t a lot, but she wasn’t skeletal anymore.
Good, he thought.
Brian continued kissing down her torso until he got to near the junction of her thighs. He knew that he had to be careful here. One wrong move and he could send her into flight mode.
“Do you want me to continue?” He asked, lifting his head.
“Yes,” she said, though she sounded hesitant.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she replied more firmly.
He smiled and bent toward her body, continuing to kiss toward her mound. She breathed in a short hiss and tensed her body. He was able to do one gentle pass with his tongue down her folds before her body went completely rigid.
“Stop!” She exclaimed.
Brian immediately jerked his head away and brought it back up to her. He watched as she wiped stray tears from her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Freya,” he apologized. “I went too fast.”
“No, it’s not that. Before James attacked me…I had never…” She trailed off, wiping more tears away.
“You had never what?” He asked her softly.
“Never been touched by a man before,” she finally told him.
The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. She had been a virgin when that bastard had forced himself on her. She had never gotten pleasure from a man.
“Oh, baby,” he told her. “I’m so sorry.” Then it hit him. “Maybe I’m going about this all wrong? Give me your hand.”
She tentatively held out her hand, and he took it in his.
Covering his hand over hers, he told her, “I want to see how you touch yourself, baby.”
“Wait. What?” She asked, startled.
“Touch yourself. Get off. With my hand on top of yours. Show me how you like to be touched.”
Hesitantly, she moved her hand down to her mound with his firmly overtop hers. She pushed over to her clit and began rubbing ever so softly. In turn, Brian pressed down firmly on top of her hand, giving her more pressure. She moaned in delight.
The did this for a while until Brian told her, “I want to take over, baby. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she breathed and slowly withdrew her hand.
He began to work her clit with her fingers, careful not to penetrate. She cried out and bucked her hips against his hand to which he rubbed more firmly. Finally, she gave a final cry and shuddered as she climaxed into his hand.
Brian withdrew slowly and kissed her lightly on the lips. Even in the dark, he could see a smile on her face.
They sat in silence for a while until she said, “I…liked that…a lot.”
“Good. I will do that any time you need me to, baby. Okay?”
She nodded and nuzzled into him. He wrapped his arms around her and tried not to think about his still pulsing cock that was raring to go.
Then, she looked over at him and shyly said, “Can I do the same thing to you?”
12:45 AM
Freya was surprised by her boldness, but she wanted Brian to have pleasure too. Her body was humming from the orgasm. However, pure female curiosity was getting the better of her. She wanted to look at and touch him. Was that so bad of a thing? She had never done anything like that before and wanted desperately to feel Brian’s manhood.
Wow, what a change, she thought to herself.
It had only been a few days ago that she had run from his aroused cock, and now she wanted to touch it? Stroke it? Would he even let her?
“You can do whatever you want to me, baby,” Brian said huskily.
She watched intently as he slid his boxers over his hips and down his legs, revealing his swollen cock. Freezing for a moment, she pushed away the thought of James naked and instead concentrated on Brian’s big, beautiful body.
“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice full of concern.
“Yes,” she told him firmly.
Freya was okay. She wanted to do this.
Her hands moved slowly over his strong chest, down his rock-hard abs to where his engorged cock sat. Tentatively, she allowed one of her fingers to slide down the silky shaft. She heard Brian let out a sharp hissing sound.
Smiling, Freya took his whole cock in her hand—surprised by how it was hard and soft at the same time. She began milking him, taking her other hand and cupping his balls. Those felt odd to her as well, but she liked the feel. She loved every part of Brian’s body. She wanted him to have pleasure.
Brian groaned, his hips moving slightly with her hand movements. His eyes were closed, and he looked content. She decided to quicken the pace and see what would happen.
> “Yes, baby. Don’t stop,” he told her through clenched teeth.
After a few thrilling minutes of watching him in pure bliss, he stiffened and ejaculated onto his belly. Freya watched in fascination. This was all so new to her.
As she slowly sat up from her position, Brian reached over and grabbed tissues from his nightstand, cleaning up his belly. Then, he pulled her into his arms.
“That was…unexpected,” he told her.
“I know it wasn’t…actual sex,” she said, “but it is all I can do right now.”
“It was wonderful,” he reassured her, going in for a soft and wonderful kiss.
10:57 AM
Brian couldn’t help but stare over at Freya as she sat curled up on the family room couch, flipping through channels. He had moved his laptop from his office into the kitchen so that he could try to work on his book at the table. However, he was distracted by the little minx who had blown his mind last night with an unexpected handjob.
Freya had changed so much in such a short amount of time. Gone was the skittish woman he had first met. She had been replaced by a much more assertive and confident young woman, one who was finally beginning to explore herself sexually after such a horrific attack. She was even wearing a sleeveless sundress that he had purchased for her—one that showed a bit of the scarring on her back. At least between the two of them, she didn’t seem bothered by it anymore. He felt honored that she had become that comfortable around him.
Now, he was trying his best to ignore her gorgeous presence and get some work done. His book was going along slowly, and he knew Joe would kill him if his mentor knew exactly how much work Brian wasn’t getting done this summer. Still, this was turning out to be the best summer that he had ever had, and the only thing that he really wanted was more of Freya.
He couldn’t get enough of her. Hell, if he could continue from last night, he would, but that moment seemed to have passed. They were back to the normal swing of things, which he was fine with. However, tonight he would see if she would be up to more.
7:03 PM
James Walker waited patiently on the second floor of a spacious loft apartment that belonged to Assistant District Attorney Alexis Montgomery. The bitch was taking forever to get home, and he was growing more and more impatient. This would be the most fun he’d have since tormenting Freya all those months ago.
Unfortunately, after some digging, James had determined that this woman was not his type for sex. He had rifled through her underwear drawer to find lingerie. Her medicine cabinet also had condoms in it.
Sad.
He only fucked virgins.
Still, he could have fun with her in other ways. He could slice her up into tiny pieces and scatter them across the county where no one would find them. James had just been told to deal with her. He hadn’t been told how. Killing her seemed reasonable enough, though he knew his orders were to just scare her a bit.
Screw that. He did what he wanted.
Just then, he heard the front door being unlocked from downstairs. He instinctively hid in the closet, ready for what was next.
It was showtime.
7:10 PM
Alexis had just finished texting Howard as she fished for her keys in her purse. She had wanted to let him know that the fire department report on the trailer park had been a bust and that she hadn’t heard back from Ms. Crane yet.
She sighed as she got the door open and walked in, plopping her purse down on the kitchen counter. The kitchen was close to the door, looking out into an open concept living space with stairs that led up to her sleeping area and a bathroom. It was modern and chic and beautiful—her little sanctuary.
Wanting to change out of her suit and slip into something more comfortable, she headed upstairs. Sinking on the soft bed, she took her heels off and rubbed her feet, wishing that her days could be a bit shorter. But with a high-powered job came a lot of responsibility, and she had worked her ass off to get to where she was at. She wasn’t slowing down anytime soon.
Alexis pulled off her suit jacket and went to her closet to find a hanger. As soon as she opened the door, a dark figure loomed out. She couldn’t make out much, but she saw a knife in one hand. Instinct took over. Too bad for this asshole that she had twenty years of Taekwondo and had a second-degree black belt.
She quickly moved out of the way as the figure lunged toward her, the knife slashing down harmlessly. The figure stumbled, then quickly righted himself—it appeared to be a man in the light.
When this man turned, Alexis let out a gasp. Though she had never seen him before, she knew from the police sketch who it was: James Walker. He was dressed in all black and had a six-inch knife in his hand. The look on his face was sinister. She knew he meant to kill her.
“James Walker,” she said firmly, giving him pause before he went in for another strike.
He must have been flustered that she had identified him because his lunge toward her was sloppy and she dodged the knife again. She grabbed his arm with the weapon in one quick motion while punching his forearm with all her might with her other hand. Simultaneously, she did a low kick to his knees.
James immediately dropped the knife and stumbled to the floor. He looked up at her in confusion as if he hadn’t expected her to take him out so easily.
Alexis kicked the knife away from him and growled, “There’s more where that came from, motherfucker.”
Realizing he was outmatched, he got up and ran past her, down the steps. He was limping as he darted out of her living area and out of her apartment.
Once Alexis was sure that he had left, she slumped to the floor. She hadn’t realized that she was crying until she felt the tears hit her cheeks.
7:45 PM
Howard had never driven so fast in his life. He had freaked out when he had gotten the call from Alexis that James Walker had paid her a visit to her apartment. The first emotion that ran through him was relief. Apparently, Alexis had kicked his ass.
Good girl, he thought.
He couldn’t bear the thought of Alexis becoming like Freya or worse.
The next emotion was anger. Why had he attacked Alexis of all people? Did he know that she was investigating him? If he knew that they were onto him, it could jeopardize their whole investigation.
Whatever was going on, Howard was sure of one thing: James Walker was going to pay. Howard would do whatever it took to make that man suffer. It was personal now. And if Chief Johnson had anything to do with it, Howard was going to bring him down too.
He burst into her apartment, flashing his badge to a police officer who was standing at the doorway. Howard counted at least three officers there. At least the response time to get to her had been quick. He had been halfway across town when she had frantically called him.
Alexis was sitting on her living room couch, looking surprisingly calm. She was still in her suit from work, and just as always, she looked incredibly beautiful. When she looked over toward Howard, her face brightened significantly.
“Howard!” She exclaimed.
She got up and almost ran to him, falling into his arms in a huge hug. Howard was too relieved to see that she was okay to contemplate what this physical contact meant between them.
When the embrace ended, Howard asked, “Are you okay?”
“I will be,” she told him. “I’m just a little rattled. I guess all of those Taekwondo lessons paid off after all.”
“No kidding.”
“I wouldn’t have fared well otherwise. Did you see the knife he had? I saw the look in his eyes. He wanted to kill me.
“I didn’t tell CMPD who it was by the way. I didn’t want to alert Chief Johnson of our investigation.”
“That’s assuming that he doesn’t already know,” Howard countered.
“True. If James knew we were poking around, I wonder if Johnson knows too? And I wonder who tipped him off? I doubt it was his ex-wife. She hates his guts.”
“Maybe the landlord then?” Howard wondered.
/> “Maybe,” Alexis agreed.
They stood in silence for a moment before one of the CMPD officers said, “Excuse me, ma’am. The chief of police is here to see you.”
Howard bristled. Why on earth would someone as important and busy as Johnson stop by here? He had a population of a little under a million to worry about. Howard was more suspicious than ever.
He turned to see Johnson standing in the front doorway. The man was dressed casually and looked a bit frazzled.
“Ms. Montgomery,” Johnson said, nodding Alexis’s way. “I’m so sorry for what happened to you.” Then, he turned and realized Howard was there. “Detective Greene, I didn’t realize you were assigned this case so quickly.”
“I wasn’t, sir. I know Ms. Montgomery personally and wanted to make sure she was okay.”
Johnson raised an eyebrow and said, “I see.”
“I certainly wasn’t expecting the chief of police to come calling here,” Howard told him.
“Well, I was called and told an Assistant District Attorney was attacked in her own home, so I’m making it my business.”
“Understandable,” Howard said, though he was still suspicious as hell.
Or you’re here to snoop and see what evidence your son left behind, he thought.
“Well, I thank you for coming,” Alexis told him. “But you didn’t have to. I can take care of myself.”
“So, I heard,” Johnson commented. “Still, I want to get out in front of this. Greene, don’t even think about trying to get on this case. It’s obviously too personal. I’ll get someone else on it right away.
Right, Howard thought. Or you don’t want someone competent on it.
“We’ll have to figure out how to handle the press too,” Johnson continued. “This is going to be a sticky situation. Do you have somewhere to stay tonight, ma’am?”
Alexis looked over at Howard, and an unspoken agreement was reached between the two of them.
“Yes,” she said firmly.
“Good,” Johnson said. “We’ll try to get you out of here as soon as we can then.”
Alexis nodded and looked relieved. Howard was suspicious but decided to hold his tongue until he could talk to her in private. They were going to have to have a long talk about how to proceed from here.
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