Stakeout (A Stalker Novel Book 1)

by Karen Raines

  “What are you talking about? Are you saying you yelled out Casey’s name so I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with you?” This is completely crazy.

  “That’s exactly what I’m saying Bri. I’d never do that to you unless I thought there was no other option. Could a second go fuck up our relationship again? Possibly, but it can’t be any more screwed up than it is now. Knowing that it meant nothing to you too, I think we can have some fun on this trip.” He waggles his brows.

  I mull it over. Am I that easy to read? I really did think he wanted more in the moment. Can I go into this with no strings attached? I look up at Colby and see nothing but truth and desire on his face. Desire for me. I’m going to regret it, but I can’t pass this up. I’ve wanted Colby practically my whole life. If this is the way I get him, then so be it.

  “I really hope you came to play this time.” I sway my hips as I saunter past him and smile when I hear Colby groan on my way to the bathroom.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Colby

  There have been a few defining moments in my life where I feared my balls would explode before I was ready. When I was 16 for example. I still remember the curvy form of Jessica Selby, a girl from the grade above me, down on her knees under the bleachers at a school football game. She had dropped to her knees, taken my reasonably sized tackle into her mouth and sucked so fucking hard, I swear a little brain matter sprayed from the tip.

  Then there was the time on my 18th birthday when my much older cousin paid for me to have a private lap dance at a strip joint. Lulu ‘the cherry popper’ had pushed those rock hard, massive fake titties right up in my face and wriggled around on my cock for all she was worth. That would be $65 by the way.

  But nothing had gotten me so close to the edge as quickly as the sight of Briella swaying those luscious hips of hers as she walks into the bathroom.

  Down boy!

  I wait a beat before I follow her steps, wanting to make it clear who’s in charge here. Oh, I’m not stupid, she’s in charge but it helps my ego a little. But when I push through the door, all cocky bravado flees the scene and instead I have the urge to go Captain Caveman.

  She’s dropped her skirt and blouse to the floor and there she stands, with her hip cocked against the wall in nothing but her bra, panties and those hot as fuck shiny heels. A small smirk adorns her full pouty lips as she takes the tip of one finger and trails it down the long column of her throat, down between those fantastic tits and lower still. I watch, unable to look away for a second as that finger swirls a pattern around her belly button then, achingly slowly, dips down towards the top of her panties.

  She flutters the digit along the line of fabric, dipping slightly beneath the lace and that was the snap for me. I pounce across the small space between us and fuse my lips to hers. Her gasp fuels me, eggs me on. Her mouth opens on a whimper and I take full advantage, plunging my tongue into the hot cavern and claiming her.

  Her hands delve into my hair, nails scratching at my scalp and fuck if it isn’t the hottest fucking thing I’d ever felt. My hips push against the soft flesh of her belly and her hands tighten their hold. I need to fuck this woman. I feel like nothing in the world is as important as getting my cock lodged as deep in her pussy as I can get.

  My hands grip at her ample hips, loving the fact that she has something for me to hold onto. My girl has curves for days, she’s all woman. I let my palms slide around to her glorious ass and grab her cheeks hard. She moans. Loudly.

  “Fucking hell Bri,” I gasp, breaking away from the kiss long enough to hoist her up against my chest and then set her down on the counter.

  “Colby,” she moans, pulling me back between her legs and shamelessly rubbing her lace covered pussy over my crotch. My dick hasn’t been this happy in months.

  My head dips and finds the sensitive skin at the base of her throat. I love the way her head falls back, her breath catching and those heavy tits thrusting up. I can see the hard pebbles of her nipples jutting through the satin and lace of her bra and fuck me, I want them in my mouth.

  I let go of her hips long enough to wrench the cups down. Her tits spill out over the top, looking like a banquet for one. Wasting no time, my lips latch onto one of those pink nubs, my teeth nipping at the hardened flesh before dragging it to the roof of my mouth. The harder I suck, the heavier she’s moaning, and I fucking love it.

  I can feel her hips working against me, grinding away, trying to get some release. Briella is needy today and I have just the thing she needs. I let my hand grip her hip once more before giving her thigh a playful slap, and then bring my palm around to the front. Her breath stutters as I dip my fingers down along the edge of her panties, testing the material before roughly wrenching the lace to the side.

  She shivers in my arms. So, she likes it a little harder, does she? A little rougher? Fucking hell, my balls were already full, now they feel like they could be used as life preservers.

  I switch my mouth over to her neglected nipple, smirking a little at how swollen and red I had left the other one. Her hand immediately comes up to it and grips the flesh, rubbing carefully at the soft mound before pulling her nipple between her fingers.

  My balls had now hit DEFCON One.

  I’d had every intention of playing around for a while, putting my fingers inside her sweet pussy and getting her nice and ready for my cock but the sight of her strumming her nipple, mouth open and eyes glued to my mouth as I feasted is more than I can take. I pull back abruptly and rip the zipper down on my fly, pulling my cock out in record time. My tailored pants fall to the floor around my ankles but I don’t give a shit. Not with the sight before me.

  “Put your feet up on the counter Bri,” I growl. Her eyes flare with defiance but mere seconds later she does what I ask.

  “Wider,” I move a step closer, my hand fisting my heavy cock and working it up and down. “Wider Bri.”

  She smiles a little, a vixen in her rucked-up underwear. Her heels came off long ago, scattered amongst the rest of her clothes.

  I move to stand between her legs and place my palms on her inner thighs. Pushing gently outwards, I spread them as wide as I want them. Gazing down, I take my cock and rub the tip through her folds, groaning when my dick gets soaked in seconds. Fuck, I had wanted to plunge in deep but she’s dripping wet. Her hands are still plucking at those sexy as fuck nipples, her smile is strained as her arousal starts to get to her and there’s nothing in the world that can stop me from dropping to my knees and burying my face in her pussy.

  The first swipe of my tongue against her flesh has her body jolting. She’s primed and ready but she’s gonna have to take it all. She wanted me to come to play this time and that’s exactly what she’s going to get.

  My tongue. My cock.

  I go to town, my nose rubbing against her clit and my tongue working every inch of her. I suckle her flesh into my mouth and nibble at her skin, loving the way her hands fist my hair once again. I’m on the verge of shooting my load all over the tiled floor when she starts to shake and scream my name.

  She rides out her orgasm, her body quaking around my tongue. I’m so ready to go balls deep, it isn’t even an option. I’m gonna pass the fuck out if my poor balls don’t get release from this torture, and soon.

  “Oh my fucking god,” she pants with her eyes closed and looking every inch the satisfied kitten.

  “My turn Bri,” I stand and poise myself ready at her entrance. “Hold on tight…”

  “Excuse me Mr. Maitland, Miss Fairbanks?” a voice calls through the door.

  What the fuck?

  “Unless we’re about to plummet into the goddamn ocean, fuck off.” I yell at the door on behalf of my cock.

  “There’s a call for Miss Fairbanks from the Mayor.” The stupid flight assistant nervously rambles.

  I turn and look at the closed door in disbelief. “And you couldn’t take a fucking message? Kinda busy in here.”

  “Well… Um…”

  “Ok
ay, well that was great but duty calls.”

  I turn in time to see Briella stepping into her heels, fully clothed and a serene smile on her face.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Working Colby, remember?”

  She saunters by me and gives Colby junior a little pat on the head that has my balls drawing up tight. She flicks the catch on the door and turns with a she devil smile. “Thanks for relaxing me. I owe you one.”

  And with that she leaves me standing there, pants round my ankles, a throbbing, bobbing erection and balls ready to sink a battleship.

  Super.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Briella

  After exiting the bathroom, I shut the door and quickly rest against it. Holy shit, did that just happen? I’m still breathless from the orgasm Colby just gave me and I find myself chuckling. Paybacks a bitch and I couldn’t have planned it any better. Not that I had. Colby was ready to fuck me into next Tuesday and I wasn’t going to do a damn thing about it. That flight attendant is getting a huge tip, if I have anything to say about it.

  After that crap he pulled the night we were together, he deserves to chase me. It’s a huge relief to know he didn’t call out my cousin’s name really wishing I was her, although there are doubts. He could be saying exactly what I want to hear for all I know. No, he wouldn’t do that to me.

  “Miss Fairbanks, the Mayor’s still on the phone.” The flight attendant glares at me then eyes the bathroom door. Oh, now I see. She has a thing for Colby. Little Miss Mile High wanted some action for herself.

  I make a show of righting my clothes and wiping the corners of my mouth. Before I pass her, we lock eyes and I smile. “Gotta love flying.” Her appalled grunt is exactly the reaction I was going for.

  I shake my head when I reach the phone. Business. This is why I’m here right now. Clearing my throat, I place the phone to my ear and greet the Mayor.

  “It’s about time Miss Fairbanks.”

  “What’s going on?”

  “Nadia’s just left for the airport. I thought you should know she’s almost a full day ahead of schedule.”

  Okay, so this is a little glitch but not a huge deal.

  “No problem. We’ll be ready when she lands. I’ll talk to you in a few days. Hang on… what plane is she using?”

  “I told her mine was in for repairs and chartered another jet. I expect an updated report every Wednesday like we’ve discussed.” I roll my eyes. This dude is a real piece of work and I’m starting to understand why his wife would seek solace elsewhere.

  I confirm the check-in days and hang up the phone as my eyes track Colby making his way towards me.

  “What’s going on?” He questions while taking a seat next to me.

  “He wanted us to know his little love muffin is leaving for the airport now. It cuts our time for setup greatly, but the two of us can get it done.”

  “The two of us can get a lot done.” He smirks.

  “Do you only think with your dick Colby?”

  “When my boys are on the verge of explosion, yes.” He sits back in his chair and rests his head. With his eyes closed I let my eyes roam over his body.

  Colby’s always been devastatingly handsome. If there were ever a clear winner in the gene pool, the award would go to him. Since I can’t see my favorite feature, his eyes, mine settle on his full lips. Knowing those lips were on my most intimate areas no less than 15 minutes ago has me squirming in my seat. His mouth is pure fucking talent.

  You’d never guess it, but he has the most gorgeous brown hair. A bit long, but he can totally pull it off. I can run my fingers through it, or grip it hard depending on the situation. He has it pulled into a low pony tail and it makes me want to hide all his elastics so he has no choice but to wear it down the entire time we’re stuck on location.

  With his eyes still closed, my eyes roam the rest of his body. He’s built like a fucking Adonis. Under his shirt I can tell you he has a devastating six pack, an incredibly sexy chest with a tattoo over his heart. Back when we were naïve 18-year old’s, we decided to get matching tattoos. He got a compass over his left pec, but instead of the N for North it has a B. We always joked that we kept each other on course, grounded. No matter what happened in our shitty little lives we always had each other. I have the same tattoo but represented with a C between my shoulder blades just below my neck. Not once have I ever regretted our decision, and I hope he can say the same.

  When my eyes drop to his pants my eyes bulge. Holy hell, he has a boner to end all erections. I almost feel bad for leaving him high and dry. That thing does not look comfortable giving me phantom cock pain. I try to hide a giggle but it bubbles out of my mouth.

  “Laugh it up. Make my misery your entertainment pretty girl. We still have some time.”

  When I look up at his face he’s waggling his brows but his eyes... Lord help me, those gorgeous brown eyes are stripping me bare and fucking the ever-loving shit out of me.

  Clearing my throat, I try to keep the lust that’s overwhelming me at bay. After what just happened in the bathroom and the Mayor’s interruption, I’m not 100 percent this friends with benefits thing is the right choice. I’m on the plane for barely any time and Colby already has me forgetting the case. A case that needs to be priority one and have my complete attention. Maybe this isn’t meant to be?

  “Listen…” I start to say but Colby places a single finger on my lips.

  “Don’t. Just don’t.”

  “But, I think its best if we…”

  “You were always the thinker. Weighing all the options. Just this once, go with it. For me.”

  I’m ready to fight about this issue more but the boyish grin does me in. Why the hell does he have to be such a devil yet know exactly what to say or how to look at me to come off as completely innocent?

  “Careful Colby, some people might think you’re really an angel.” I bend down and get a breath away from his face. “It doesn’t fool me, if anything it makes me want to drop to my knees right here, slide your cock in my mouth and wipe that innocent look right off your handsome face.”

  “Fuck, where has this girl been all my life? Why have you never said shit like this to me before?” His finger rims the edge of my bottom lip before I suck it into my mouth…hard.

  “I think she’s finally ready, she’s been dying to come out and play.” And maybe because you fucked everything that walked but me.

  He jumps up from his seat and puts his hand out. “You and me. Right. Fucking. Now.”

  He’s breathing hard and barely in control from the looks of it. The fact that he’s getting so worked up over me is turning me on like no other. I’m a second away from giving in and letting him fuck me right here in my chair when the captain’s voice comes from the overhead speakers.

  “Excuse me folks, we’re going to be making our final descent. Please fasten your seat belts and remain seated for the duration of the flight. Welcome to the Caribbean.”

  Colby sits down and leans his head back against the headrest. The loud groan that escapes him sounds like a man dying and I relay that to him. He sits up and stares at me. “I am. I’m dying to sink my cock into your warm heat and lose myself for a few hours. It wouldn’t end there. No, I’d slink down your sexy body and annihilate your pussy with my tongue. Remember? The tongue that was devouring you not too long ago. And Bri, I’m fucking starving.” He licks his lips and that’s it. Now I’m the one audibly groaning and crossing my legs trying to ease the ache.

  Warm breath tickles my ear causing goosebumps to appear and a quiver to work its way up my spine. “I plan on doing all that and more over the next month. Half of the thoughts in my head would make a pornstar blush and that’s a fucking promise pretty girl. I’ve had a taste and it’s not nearly enough. Not even close.” He growls the last part.

  His hand lands on the inside of my upper thigh and I look around to make sure nobody is witnessing this intimate moment. How could we be so careless? It’s bad
enough the flight attendant could possibly report back to the Mayor that we were both in the bathroom together. I don’t want to give her anymore ammo to use against me in her obvious jealous state.

  “Colby, we need to keep a low profile. Especially on the private jet owned by the Mayor.”

  “Oops, my bad.” He doesn’t sound sorry at all when his hand “accidentally” cops a feel when he’s moving it off my leg.

  Looking out the window I’m seriously hoping this isn’t a huge mistake. I didn’t miss the fact that he limited our time to this month and I’m not sure how I feel about that yet. Am I relieved? Upset that he only sees me as a month-long fling?

  I’m too far gone at this point. I want him too freaking bad and I guess when the month’s over I’ll deal with whatever is thrown at me. Let the chips fall where they may. In the back of my mind I can’t help but think the chips will be little pieces of my heart that will never fit back together.

  I just hope our friendship can survive.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Colby

  Have you ever tried lugging video surveillance equipment while your cock is rock hard and your balls are threatening to explode? Nope? Well… don’t.

  My brain may have switched into work mode, but my body is still jonesing for another taste of that premium pussy. Damn, the way she writhed against my face as I slid my tongue deep…

  “Are you gonna stare at the pretty trunk or open the fucking thing? These bags are heavy, Maitland.”

  Yeah, the whole brain switching into work mode thing was total fucking crap… I am so screwed.

  Turning to face the feisty woman, I have to hold in a tortured groan. She’s built for sin. Always had been, but before I got a taste I had been able to keep a lid on my urges. Now, it felt like a battle just to keep my hands from flipping that skirt up and bending her over the “pretty trunk”.