by Rae Spencer
Her head fell back.
“Squeeze them. Tease your nipples.” He placed his hand on top of hers, pushing, and massaging her own hand into her breasts. She bucked her hips. His tongue slid over her clit again.
She arched into his mouth. “Clay.”
He wrapped his other arm over her waist keeping her body in place. His fingers massaged, teasing her breasts with her.
He nipped then sucked her clit. She sobbed, slamming down against his mouth, her fingers tightening on her breasts. His tongue licked her juices as the release flowed through her body.
Her body at ease, she lay on top of him. She could feel his cock throbbing against her shoulder.
He kissed her thighs pulling her up. “Slide off,” he said, his tawny eyes dark.
She knelt in front of him.
“Turn around and kneel.” His fingers glided along her thigh.
She turned her ass toward him. He clasped her waist kneeling behind her, his cock throbbing against her thighs. He thrust his cock into her pussy until he balls was deep.
She quivered. He pushed her closer to the bed, his hands caressing her ass as he began to pump fast and hard into her.
She clenched her fists in the covers, her breasts jiggling as they hung with each of his strokes. She glanced over her shoulder at him. His head thrown back, eyes closed and lips parted as he pumped into her. Sweat streamed down his chest, glistening in the light.
He growled, opening his eyes, watching her eyes flare with each of his strokes. His fingers gripped her hips, his neck arched and the tide broke. He slammed into her, riding her powerfully, his eyes never leaving hers.
She closed her eyes, her body shuddering as her pussy muscles clenched his cock. He exploded inside of her, his seed shooting deep, a groan escaping his lips.
She collapsed on the bed, Clay following right on top of her, his breathing heavy in her ear. He rolled them to their sides, his lips brushing her shoulder.
She reached back tracing her fingers over his cheek snuggling closer. He was soft, but still inside of her and she smiled as her eyes closed.
Chapter 18
She was almost ready for dinner. She wore the dress Clay bought her, but was nervous. She kept checking in the mirror, looking for gaps in the dress, to see if any of her scars showed.
She turned, seeing Clay standing in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, a habit of his and she smiled.
He smiled back. “Don’t worry. You are beautiful.” He walked over to stand in front of her, stroking her cheek. “Don’t ever doubt it.”
She bit her lip, staring into his eyes. She didn’t believe him. She couldn’t, but she wanted to. He probably only said these things to her because she was having sex with him.
“I am serious.” He watched her dusky eyes, the doubts race across them.
She chewed her cheek. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah.” He hid his smile, knowing that was her way of avoiding a conversation.
He cupped her cheeks. “Lily, you are beautiful to me,” he whispered, “you have always been and will always be.”
Her eyes lit up, but she didn’t comment.
He kissed her, looking down. “You are not ready. Where are your shoes?”
She laughed. “I have to put them on.” She sat on the bed rolling her stockings on.
He sat next to her. “Why wear stockings and garters, not that I mind because they are hot, but most women wear pantyhose?”
She glanced up at him, chewed her cheek for a moment, taking a deep breath she confessed. “Pantyhose irritates the scars on my stomach, the nylon makes them itch.”
He ran his fingers over her stockings. “What is the difference?”
“The material is different, these are silk.” She ran her fingers along the stocking next to his. “Not nylon, the silk doesn’t pull or scratch the scars as much, it is softer.”
“I see.” He watched her bend over, rolling the stocking on her leg.
She clipped the stocking to her garter. “These only come up to my thighs, I have fewer scars there, so if there is irritation is not as bad as when I wear pantyhose on my stomach.”
“Is that why your underwear is cotton?” He asked.
“Yeah.” Her cheeks tingled; surprised he noticed the underwear she wore. “I find cotton doesn’t irritate. It’s uncomfortable for me when my clothes irritate the scars, making them itch then the scars get red and stick out even more.”
He watched as she clipped the other stocking to her garter. “I think those are hot, I love seeing them on your legs.”
Her face grew hotter.
He moved his hand to her chin tilting, whispering against her lips. “I love you, Lily.”
She froze, her eyes caught in his tawny gaze.
“I do, Lily.” Clay stroked her cheek.
“Clay, I… I…,” she stuttered.
“Sh…, I don’t expect you to say anything,” he whispered, “I only want you to know.”
His lips brushed hers again. Her dusky eyes were large, full of doubt as she stared at him. He knew in his heart Lily loved him. Her past, the man who hurt her stood in the way. For some reason, she thought once he found out who had hurt her he wouldn’t want her anymore.
He understood her. How she thought. He needed to show her so she could believe. Words were not enough for Lily. Not anymore. Not after all that happened to her.
“Come on.” He stood his hand out to her. “We have to meet the others.”
She put her hand in his. Standing, she slipped on her shoes.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes.” She took a deep breath, looking down at her outfit again. “I am.”
They headed out of the suite to the elevator; Lily glanced up at Clay, a smile on her lips, squeezing his fingers.
He squeezed hers back.
****
Melissa smiled, walking up to Lily and Clay. “Lily, you look lovely.”
“Thank you.” Lily giggled, realizing Melissa noticed the change in the type of clothes she wore.
Clay laughed softly next to her.
“How are you two tonight?” Melissa kissed Clay on the cheek then Lily.
“Fine and you?” Lily squeezed Clay’s fingers.
“Very well.” Melissa slid her arm through Lily’s free arm.
Clay saw Jacob motion to him.
“Melissa,” Clay loosened his fingers. “Will you keep Lily company? Jacob is beckoning me.”
“Yeah, sure.” Melissa squeezed Lily’s arms against her side. “I will introduce you around to those you haven’t met while the boys talk security.”
“Security?” Lily asked.
“Jacob is the head of security for the band,” Melissa explained, gesturing toward Jacob.
Lily walked with Melissa chatting as she introduced her around.
****
Clay stopped in front of Jacob watching Lily and Melissa walk the other way. “Did you find anything?”
Jacob glanced at Clay, “we need to take a walk.”
Clay noticed Jacob’s tenseness, but he didn’t want Lily out of his sight. “Why?”
“This is not the place,” Jacob answered.
Jacob saw Amy and Kevin walk into the restaurant. “Ask Melissa and Amy to stay with Lily, we will go into another room.”
Clay looked at Jacob, his agitation visible. “That bad?”
“Yeah,” Jacob replied.
Clay grimaced, motioning Amy and Kevin over.
When Amy and Kevin stopped in front of him, Clay glanced at Kevin. “Amy, I need a favor, Kevin, you too.”
Amy tilted her head surprised. “Sure.”
Clay smiled tightly. “I have to go talk with Jacob. Will you stay with Lily until I get back?”
Kevin’s eyes snapped to Clay’s, his request unusual. “Is there a problem?”
Jacob answered. “Yeah, don’t leave her alone.” Clay and Kevin stiffened.
Kevin glanced between Clay and Jacob. “Is she in danger?
”
“She might be,” Jacob replied.
Clay whipped his head around glaring at Jacob. “You had better have one hell of an explanation.”
Jacob cleared his throat. “I do. Kevin, don’t leave Lily alone, but don’t let her know anything is wrong. Tell her I needed to talk to Clay about next week.”
Kevin exchanged a glance with Clay, nodding. “You got it.” He wrapped his arm around Amy’s shoulders. “Let’s go babe.”
Amy and Kevin walked over joining Melissa, Scott, and Lily. Kevin whispered into Scott’s ear. Scott looked over at Clay, nodding.
Amy kissed Lily’s cheek. “Lily, Jacob said he and Clay will be a little while, so you are stuck with us.”
Lily liked the girls so she didn’t mind. “Okay.”
Melissa exchanged a glance with Amy when Lily looked over at Clay.
Scott stood behind Lily. “Let’s go sit down.”
They all walked over to the table, sat, drinking some wine. Tom and Sara came in joining them. Tom asked where Clay was. Kevin told Tom Clay was meeting with Jacob. Tom’s eyebrows shot up and he started to ask questions.
Scott shook his head slightly toward Lily and Tom realized quickly something was amiss. He waited with the others to see what was going on. All of them keeping an eye on Lily, making sure she was enjoying herself and completely unaware of the conversation taking place in the next room.
Chapter 19
“Jacob,” Clay growled as the others walked away.
“In a minute,” Jacob watched the others surround Lily and sit down.
“Come on.” Jacob walked into the bar, Clay behind him. He went over to the corner motioning for Clay to sit down.
The server came over and Jacob ordered Clay a shot of whiskey and one for himself.
Clay stared at Jacob, his fingers lying on the table. “Jacob, what is going on? And I don’t need a drink.”
“You will.” Jacob glanced at Clay as the server brought their drinks.
Clay fingered his drink. “What did you find?”
Jacob cleared his throat. “Clay, are sure you want to know?”
“Yes, I am sure,” Clay snapped, “why are you asking?”
Jacob looked Clay right in the eye. “Because the person who hurt Lily is someone you know.”
Clay stared at Jacob for a full five seconds. “What?”
Jacob ran his fingers over his chin. “He is a friend of the band.”
Clay arched his neck, glaring at Jacob. “That can’t be.”
Jacob rubbed his eyes. “Unfortunately, it is, and what he tells people happened is very different from the truth.”
Clay stared, waiting.
Jacob looked down at the table. “Actually, we have all talked about Lily in the past, laughed at her, and been angry with her.”
Clay’s hand gripped the edge of the table. “You are kidding.”
Jacob shook his head, wishing he wasn’t the one who had to explain this to Clay. He knew Clay, knew how Clay felt about Lily, and knew this was going to get ugly. The man who hurt Lily was joining them tonight.
Clay glared at Jacob, the tendons in his neck stretching, “I never heard of Lily from any of our friends, I never….”
Jacob held up his hand, waiting for Clay to stop. “Yes, Clay you have.” Jacob grimaced, knowing the hurt his statement would inflict on his friend.
“How?” Clay snarled.
Jacob fingered the top of his shot glass. “Because we call her Lizzy.”
Clay froze. His eyes on Jacob as the name crashed through his brain. He gulped a few times closing his eyes. Oh my god! Jason hurt Lily. He had been mad at her, joked about her with Jason. The story Jason told created it, not the truth, not Lily.
The story Jason told slammed through Clay’s brain. A girl from high school had a crush on Jason, and she needed a place to stay so Jason let her stay with him. She constantly made passes at him, trying to get into his bed, but Jason hadn’t been interested.
Jason said he gave in to the girl once, but she had turned him off. The girl became jealous of his girlfriends and began making scenes. When Jason told her she had to leave, she stabbed him in a fit of rage.
”Are you serious?” Clay gasped, his hand balling into a fist on the table, his other clenching his shot glass.
“Yeah.” Jacob watched Clay’s fingers on the shot glass.
“He is a mother fucking liar,” Clay snarled.
Jacob clenched his teeth. “Yes, he is. The case against him is open.”
Clay let out a deep breath. “What do you mean the case is open?”
Jacob shifted in his chair. “They have been looking for Lily afraid Jason had done something to prevent her from testifying.”
Clay leaned his head back, staring at Jacob. “They thought he did something to Lily?”
“They thought he might have gotten rid of her.” Jacob glanced up watching the impact of his words on Clay, “and in a way he did.”
Clay came forward in his seat, his fingers gripping the table. “You mean killed her, they thought he killed her.”
Jacob frowned, but nodded.
Clay took another deep breath, his fingers easing on the table.
“Clay, he had beaten her many times, witnesses will testify to it.” Jacob stopped, taking a deep breath hesitating.
Clay shifted, his fingers on his shot glass, waiting.
Jacob leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Lily almost died the last time. The doctors thought for sure she would. The beating, the blood loss, the broken bones and then the infection she developed was so severe.”
Clay swallowed hard, his Adams apple bobbing. “Infection?”
“She developed an infection. She couldn’t fight it off. Her body couldn’t heal which is why she scarred so badly. She had lost so much blood, had so many injuries the doctors struggled for weeks to save her life. She was a mess, Clay. It was two months before the doctors were sure she would even live.” Jacob gritted his teeth seeing the look of horror on Clay’s face. “She had to have a police guard outside her hospital room door. Jason tried to sneak in twice to finish her off.”
“Finish her off,” Clay whispered, his fingers clenching over the top of his shot glass.
“The case against Jason is solid, he would be found guilty, serve time.” Jacob watched Clay’s face, his anger vibrated.
“Why haven’t they tried him in Lily’s absence?” Clay’s fingers eased on the shot glass.
Jacob shifted in his chair, “Lily sent a letter saying she didn’t want to press charges.”
Clay’s eyes snapped to Jacobs. “Lily did?”
Jacob twisted his head, picking up his shot glass. “They are not sure, they didn’t have her handwriting to compare the letter too, they couldn’t move forward until they found out or until they found her.”
“When did they get the letter?” Clay twisted his shot glass on the table.
“The day of the trial,” Jacob stared at the liquid in his shot glass, swirled it. He drank the shot, setting the glass on the edge of the table.
Clay grabbed his glass, took the shot, closing his eyes as the liquid burned his throat.
Jacob motioned for the server to bring them another.
After the server placed the second shot in front of them Jacob continued, “Lily probably realized Jason was a friend of yours and was afraid to tell you who he was.”
“He is not my friend,” Clay growled, his hand wrapping around the shot glass. “What else did you find out?”
Jacob held his shot glass in his hand, taking a deep breath he continued, “Her trustees have a trial against Jason next month to get her parents house back.”
Clay swirled the liquid in his shot glass. “What are the chances of winning?”
Jacob smiled slightly. “Very good. She had just turned 17, her parents had been dead only two weeks, and her guardian had not signed. Until Lily turned 18, she didn’t have the right to give away her parents house.”
“She
will get her home back?” Clay asked.
“Yes, they are confident. Clay, I talked to them. They have been really worried, afraid Jason may have murdered her or she needed medical treatment.”
Jacob took a deep shuddering breath. “Lily spent three months in the hospital then nine months in a rehabilitation facility. Her leg was broken so badly she had to re-learn how to walk on it. She had months of rehab left when she disappeared.”
“She had to re-learn how to walk?” Clay whispered closing his eyes tightly, his heart hurting. No wonder she was so afraid. Clay glanced over at Jacob, “she needs to go back doesn’t she?”
Jacob shifted again, his fingers holding his glass tightly, “Yes. When they released Lily from the rehabilitation center she was by herself, she has no family left. Her only protection was a restraining order against Jason which is still in affect.”
Jacob glanced at Clay, shrugged slightly. “I spoke to the detective on the case, told him I knew where Lily was. I expect him to be here sometime tonight, wasn’t my intent, but he wanted, no, he needs to verify Lily is alive. See for himself Jason hadn’t killed her.”
Clay’s mind whirled. “Jason is still looking for her, isn’t he?” It was more of a statement than a question.
“He is always talking about finding Lizzy and making her pay,” Jacob said softly, “and he is supposed to be here tonight.”
“I will handle him,” Clay growled.
Jacob leaned forward, placing his shot glass on the table. “That is what I am worried about.”
“Why?” Clay asked.
Jacob glared at Clay. “I am not stupid, you love Lily. She is a wonderful woman and didn’t deserve what happened. But you can’t kill the man.”
“Can’t I?” Clay said quietly, too quietly.
“No,” Jacob snapped, leaning back in his seat, “not if you want Lily.”
Clay looked into Jacob’s eyes, his boiling with anger. “I want Lily, forever.”
Jacob relaxed a little. “Lily needs to go back and testify. Will you stand by her?”
“How could you even ask?” Clay snapped, his hands clenching into fists.
Jacob leaned forward again, his eyes on Clay’s. “A trial will be public. The media will swarm around it. Jason from Tinsley and Clay from Distracted on opposite sides of the courtroom, add in your brother three of the biggest names in the music industry, it will be spectacle.”