8:35 PM
Freya stretched out in Brian’s bed and yawned. She had barely done anything today except lounge around the house, but she was exhausted. She was blaming it on the late-night she had last night. Smiling, she thought back to what she and Brian did. She wondered if it would happen again tonight. She hoped it would.
How strange it was to have the stirrings of desire again. James Walker was far from her mind. She was sleeping better, and she felt safe for once. Her life was looking up for the first time in a long time.
Brian was stretched out next to her. He was just wearing boxers again, and she was admiring the view. She, in turn, had picked out a more revealing piece of lingerie than before. This one showed her nipples ever so slightly through the sheer fabric, but she didn’t feel self-conscious about it. She had noticed Brian stealing glances at her, though. He made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. He made her forget about the scars on her wrists and back—at least temporarily.
“You look…amazing,” Brian told her and leaned in to kiss her.
She welcomed his lips. They were familiar now. They were safe.
When the kiss broke, she said quietly, “So, it’s bedtime.”
“Yes, it is,” he agreed.
“I guess we should go to sleep then.”
“Maybe.”
She huffed, frustrated. Was he purposely making this difficult? Or was he teasing her?
“Did you have…something else in mind?” She asked, feeling her face get hot.
“Yes. But first, I want you to take all of that off,” he said, gesturing to her nightie.
She smiled.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Freya immediately started to scramble out of her lingerie. When she was naked, she stared hesitantly back at Brian.
“Now what?” She asked.
“I want to make love to you with my mouth,” he told her.
She stiffened, remembering how she had freaked out the night before when his tongue had licked her pussy.
“Before you say no,” he continued. “I want to try at least. I think you’ll be more comfortable with me tonight after what we did last night.”
That was plausible. She did feel comfortable around him now. She just wasn’t sure if she felt that comfortable.
“We can try,” Freya told him.
She figured that if it didn’t feel right, she could always tell him to stop. He had been so considerate about that the night before that she trusted him to listen to her.
“Good,” he told her, his voice low. “You have no idea how much I want to taste you.”
Freya’s heart fluttered when she heard that. Her womb clenched, and she was suddenly raring to go. Brian had awakened all the desires in her that she had pushed down for so long. Now, she couldn’t get enough of him.
“Lie back and relax now,” he said, tracing slow circles down her collarbone to her breasts.
She did as she was told and watched as he hovered over her, first kissing her lips gently and then moving down her chin to her neck, her chest, her breasts, her belly. When he got to her lower belly, he took a hand and ever so gently parted her thighs to give himself better access. She complied not with fear but with utter delight. This was what she wanted more than anything.
He made small circles around her clit until she was practically panting with anticipation. Then, he slowly began rubbing the sensitive nub with his thumb—at first gently and then harder. Her hips moved with the rhythm as her climax began to build, but as she started to get into it, he stopped, removing his thumb and lowering his face instead.
Freya tensed for a moment as she felt him kiss her clit. She was afraid that she’d have the same reaction that she had last night. But she was used to him now, and the only thing she felt was pleasure. When he looked up to see if she approved, she smiled and nodded encouragingly.
Brian’s head went back down to her pussy and he began to devour her. She cried out when he licked around the edge of her vagina and then found his way to the ultra-sensitive nub of her clit. He spent time there, suckling and kissing until she was breathless. All the while, she could feel an orgasm building. Her hips bucked against his mouth, and she felt a bit sorry for him as her thighs gripped his head as she rode this intense feeling of pleasure.
When her orgasm finally broke, she gasped and shuddered, her body tightening around his face. She rode out her climax, experiencing the powerful blast of pleasure that came with it.
Afterward, Brian gently kissed her outer thighs for a while until he finally moved back up to her. There was a large grin plastered to his face.
“How was that?” He asked slyly.
Freya knew that he already knew the answer, but she played along.
“That was…nice,” she told him.
“Just nice?”
She giggled and said, “Okay. More than nice.”
“I thought so.”
“It was amazing.”
“I’m glad.”
Then, the thought occurred to her.
“Does it feel that good…to guys too?” She asked hesitantly.
“Yes,” he said immediately.
She smiled and said, “Then I want to do that to you.”
9:01 PM
Holy shit, Brian thought as Freya just offered to give him a blowjob.
This couldn’t happen, or could it? He had just wanted to give her pleasure. He hadn’t been expecting the same in return, especially not head. The woman had been an emotional mess just a few days ago, and now she wanted to suck him off?
A lot can happen in a few days, he reminded himself.
Sure, he supposed he was right, but what had happened? Then, it dawned on him.
Trust.
He had finally earned her complete trust. With that came intimacy of every kind. It wasn’t even as if he was pressuring her into doing this. She had offered on her own out of the blue. He was worried she’d be hurt if he turned her down. He’d have to tread carefully.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” He asked cautiously.
“Yes,” she replied almost immediately. “Though I have no idea what to do. I’ve never…”
“I know, baby. If this is something you really want to do, then I’ll show you how.”
Freya sat up—her glorious breasts hanging on full display. She propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him attentively.
“Okay,” he said, pulling his boxers off slowly to reveal his cock, which was roaring to go.
“Um, what do I do?” She asked, looking nervous.
“Why don’t you just start with your hand until you get more comfortable?” He suggested.
She nodded.
“I can do that.”
Freya took his cock in one hand and began moving up and down. He groaned. Her touch gave him so much pleasure. He would have been content for just this to happen, but she was offering much more. He was beyond excited, and the stiffness in his cock was a testament to that.
After a few delicious minutes of her milking him, she asked, “Now what do I do? I want to taste you…like you did me.”
“Well,” Brian said, through hissed teeth. “You could…kiss it or lick it or take it all in your mouth. That’s your choice.”
“Can I do all of the above?”
Holy shit.
“Yes.”
She bent her head down to his cock and softly kissed the head. Brian gripped the sheets and squeezed his eyes shut. There was something innocent that was driving him crazy. She was teasing him and didn’t even realize it.
Then, she ran her tongue down the length of him. He reeled in the sensation, and his cocked hardened painfully. She continued to lick up and down for a while, completely and utterly destroying Brian’s sanity.
When she was done experimenting with that, she opened her mouth and took him in.
“Oh, fuck!” He called out, fighting for control.
She took him in completely but seemed to falter after that. Her eyes flick
ed up to his, a silent plea for help.
“Move my cock up and down in your mouth like you would your hand,” he told her.
He gently took her head with one hand and showed her the movement, gritting his teeth the entire time. Her mouth was moist and hot—the suction it created was unbearable. She had barely done anything to him, and he was fighting to not immediately come.
Freya moved up and down, again and again, eying him to gauge his reaction. Her hair was splayed erotically across her beautiful face. The view of her taking him in her mouth was incredible. All he could do was nod because he was trying so hard not to explode in her mouth.
Finally, not wanting to come in her mouth, he gently pushed her off him. She looked startled, but her eyes widened when he blasted a powerful release onto his stomach.
Brian was breathing hard when he drew his hand up to her face and cupped her cheek. Damn it if she wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world. He couldn’t help but be in love with her. That notion shocked him.
I’m in love with her, he thought. What the hell do I do about it?
Blinking at that revelation, he panicked, quickly wiping away his semen with a tissue. He needed time to think. He had never been in love before. Lust, yes. Love, no. This was new territory for him.
“That was…great,” he told her quickly, his heart racing.
He sounded like an idiot. He felt like one too. What Brian needed was some time to think. Yes, that was it. Time.
“Oh,” she said, looking concerned. “Did I do okay?”
“Yes, definitely,” he said. He was floundering. “Look, how about we turn in for the night? I’m sure you’re exhausted after…what we just did.
“Um, yeah,” she said, though she looked a bit deflated.
Brian hated himself right now, but he was in full-blown panic mode. As soon as he could, he turned off the light and pulled Freya in close. Sleep did not come easy to him. There was too much going through his mind. First and foremost was what the hell he was going to do about his feelings for Freya.
Chapter 18
Wednesday June 10
12:30 AM
Alexis plopped her overnight bag down on a well-worn couch and surveyed the scene of Howard’s apartment. Not much had changed since she had been there a year ago. It was still a bachelor’s pad. Still, she was grateful to have someplace to crash for the night. Even if her apartment hadn’t been a crime scene, she wouldn’t have been able to sleep there. James knew where she was; therefore, he could come back at any time and attack her again. She had confidence in her martial arts skills, but she knew that James was cunning. He’d figure out another way to take her out.
“Remind me to call Joe Morgan tomorrow,” Howard said as he deadbolted the door. “He needs to know what’s going on.”
“Will he keep our investigation secret?”
“Yes,” he said firmly. “He has too much riding on this. I will leave out the connection between Walker and Johnson. I don’t want Morgan to go apeshit on the CMPD until we have more concrete evidence.”
“Agreed.”
They stood there in an awkward silence before Howard spoke up.
“I’m glad you’re okay, Lexie,” he said quietly.
For once, Alexis didn’t correct him. She was too tired and wired at the same time to get into it with Howard. That and…damn it if he wasn’t looking sexy. She had tried to ignore it since they started working together, but it was getting harder and harder. In fact, she was way too close to walking over to him and kissing him.
“Me too,” she replied, trying to ignore those old feelings that were bubbling up again.
Howard stepped closer to her, and she silently cursed at herself. Something deep in her womb stirred. Oh, hell. She was going to jump him, wasn’t she? There was something about watching him rush into her apartment to check on her that had taken down some of that wall she had put up.
“Seriously,” he said, coming right up in front of her. “I don’t know what I’d do if something had happened to you. I know I screwed up in the past, but I still care about you…deeply.”
Yep. That was it. She was having sex with Howard tonight.
Before she lost her courage, she leaned in and kissed him. As soon as her lips met his, he began to kiss back fiercely, practically taking her breath away. Howard’s arms encircled her body and pulled her in tightly, pressing a full-blown hard-on into her belly.
That didn’t take long, she thought in amusement.
Howard broke the kiss long enough to ask her, “Lexie, if we continue this, we’re going to end up in bed.”
“That was the goal,” she replied simply.
“Oh, okay. Care to join me in the bedroom?
Alexis grinned.
“Why, yes. Yes, I would.”
2:54 AM
James sat in his car, pissed off at the world. How the fuck could he know that Alexis Montgomery was some sort of self-defense expert? She had gone circles around him easily. He should have brought a gun instead, but where was the fun in that?
No matter. He was done playing his father’s games. From now on, he was doing whatever the hell he wanted, and right now he wanted Freya Morgan.
His cellphone lit up with an incoming call, and he immediately hit the end button to ignore it. His father had been calling him all night, and he had ignored the calls every single time.
Fuck the old man, he thought. I’m fucking done with you.
James would find a place to lie low for a day or two and come up with a plan to finish off the job he had started with Freya. He’d drive his ass up to the mountains, grab her out of that home, fuck her a few more times, and then carve her up piece by piece. Then and only then would he be able to move on to another girl.
He smiled at the thought of her tight pussy and took his dick out of his pants. He began to work himself over furiously. Every time he thought about Freya, he had to rub one or two out—that’s how worked up she got him.
Soon, though, it would be the real thing.
7:35 AM
Howard stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom. He couldn’t remember the last time that he had been so happy. Alexis had been his again—at least for one night. He had a feeling that things would go back to being professional again between them this morning. They had both been hyped up on adrenaline the previous night. A lot had happened. It was easy to fall into the arms of an old flame in that situation.
He glanced over at Alexis who was stretched out asleep on the bed—bare ass naked. Her beautiful body was on display for him. Damn it if she didn’t have curves in all the right places. And he had explored every inch of that body last night. Howard was a lucky man.
Alexis stirred, and Howard propped himself up on one arm. When her eyes opened, he grinned.
“Morning,” he said.
“Morning,” she replied with a smile.
“Last night was great.”
“Yes, it was.”
Then, an idea popped into Howard’s head.
“We could always continue it this morning.”
Alexis laughed and said, “Tempting but…” She grabbed her phone that was sitting on the nightstand. “Shit! I’ve got to be in court by nine. I’ll take a raincheck though.”
Howard was a little deflated, but he understood. She had a high-powered job, and that came first.
It only took ten minutes for Alexis to go from naked to running out the door. Luckily, she had driven her car to Howard’s, so he could get ready at a more leisurely pace. Besides, he’d have to call Joe Morgan in a bit and fill the man in on what was going on. Howard had no idea where Freya was hiding, but both of them needed to be warned.
8:01 AM
Joe Morgan had gone into the office early. He had to do something to keep his mind off his daughter. It had only been two days since she had refused to go back to New York with him, and he was still trying to wrap his head around the whole thing.
Brian and Freya were together?
Joe had worrie
d about a lot of things when he had sent her to Brian’s. Those two becoming an item was not one of them. Joe hadn’t even thought that Freya was interested in guys anymore—not after what had happened to her. Apparently, Brian was a special case.
He sighed thinking of the two together. Joe wasn’t even sure what to call them. Were they dating? Casually hanging out? Head over heels in love? Just having sex?
Nope. Don’t go there, he told himself.
Joe did not want to think about his daughter in that way. He had already had a hard time coming to terms that she had been brutally raped.
Still, Brian was a good man. Sure, he had made some mistakes in the past with women, but if he was the guy Freya chose, Joe would accept that choice.
It was just then that Joe’s cellphone rang. He looked down to see that it was Howard Greene of all people. For some reason, Joe knew that this was important.
“Mr. Greene,” Joe answered. “What do I owe this pleasure?”
“Mr. Morgan, it’s important that you listen right now.”
Joe was taken aback by the urgency in the detective’s voice.
“What’s going on?” Joe asked.
He listened as the detective explained that he and an Assistant DA had started their little own investigation behind everyone’s back and had gotten somewhere. Then, what the detective had to say next blew Joe’s mind.
“James came to Ms. Montgomery’s apartment and tried to kill her last night.”
“What?” Joe exclaimed.
“He must have found out we were poking around is the only thing I can think of. Is Freya in a safe place?”
A wave of anxiety hit Joe, but he calmed himself. His daughter was safe—hidden away with a former sniper. She was about as safe as she possibly could be.
“Yes,” he told the detective firmly.
“Good,” Greene said. “Wherever she’s at, keep her there. I swear to you that I will find James Walker, and I will get him off the streets. This just got personal.”
When the call ended, Joe couldn’t help but feel disturbed by the turn of events. James was even more dangerous than he had suspected, but he was right on one angle: If he hadn’t gotten to Freya’s apartment in time, James would have killed her.
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