by Rae Spencer
He pulled out of her, rubbing his cock, still hard and throbbing, up and down her pussy lips, brushing her fingers with his tip.
She wrapped her wet fingers around his cock, glancing up at him. His eyes were wide, wild, the passion and need scorching her.
“Your knees. Turn around,” he growled through clenched teeth.
She shifted to her knees turning around scooting backwards until her back rested against his chest.
He grabbed her legs, shoving his cock deep again. “Put your right arm around my neck,” he gritted out.
She tangled her fingers in his hair.
“Spread you legs wider and use your hand again.” He watched her hand slide down to her pussy, her fingers brushing over her wet and swollen clit.
He moved both his hands up to cup her breasts. He squeezed, massaged them as he licked and sucked her neck.
She started to move against her fingers, against him.
“I love to see you touching yourself.” He squeezed her breasts tighter as he slammed up into her. “Don’t stop.”
The multiple stimulation was driving her nuts. She shuddered. “Harder, Clay.”
He slammed into her, his hands teasing her breasts as her fingers worked her clit. “Later, I want to watch you do that, it turns me on so much.”
She moaned deeply as her body began to tremble.
“Faster,” he growled, his eyes never leaving her hand. His fingers gripped her breasts tighter as his cock slammed harder into the depths of her pussy
Her fingers moved faster, her other hand gripping his hair, his tongue on her neck.
She stopped.
“No, Lily,” he gasped, but she grabbed his right hand. She dragged it down to her pussy, pushing his fingers into her.
He groaned deeply, his fingers moving up and down one side as hers did the other side, her breathing ragged as his cock slammed harder into her.
“Now!” Clay groaned, his release imminent, his balls slapping against her.
She clasped her hand on top of his, pushing his hand flat against her pussy, arching hard. Her other fingers pulled his hair as she exploded with a cry.
He was only a second behind her, his groan vibrated against her neck as he shot deep. His fingers tightened on her breast, his breath heavy on her neck as their bodies floated in pleasure.
He groaned falling back on the bed, her body on top of his, still joined. “I love being with you.”
“I love being with you too.” She brushed her fingers over his hand.
They lay, in the aftermath, content with each other.
After a while, he stirred. “Come on, let’s get showered, and ready to go.” He pinched her butt as she sat up. “Before I start something again.”
“Promise?” She giggled.
He growled at her, his eyes running over her body. “Later, Lily, I promise, lots later.”
She laughed standing. “Shower with me.”
“If I do, it will be more than just a shower.” His eyes were on her naked body, his cock getting heavy.
“I know.” She turned, walking into the bathroom. She glanced back over her shoulder. “Your choice.”
“My choice,” he muttered, following her into the bathroom, watching her turn the water on, “my choice.”
“Um…hmmm,” her eyes traveled down his body, “looks to me like you already made it.”
He laughed. “You know, Lily, I might end up with a constant hard on when you’re around. I can think of nothing else, but touching you, being with you.”
“Me either.” She stepped into the shower.
He stepped in behind her, laughing. He grabbed some soap and began to wash her body. She returned the favor, they washed each other, laughing and giggling.
“So, you want get it on one more time before we leave?” he whispered, his hand slipping over her skin.
“Um…,” she pushed back against him.
He angled the showerhead again, turning on the stream. He kneeled behind her, pulling her down.
He slammed into her, she moaned deeply. He moved them under the waters stream so the water could pulse over her clit.
“Open yourself, let the water work,” he groaned, his hands cupping and massaging her breasts.
She opened her pussy lips, letting the water pulse over her clit as she moved on his cock.
“Faster,” he growled, their pace increasing, moans and groans echoing in the shower.
“Clay,” she screamed, her body convulsing on his cock as he shot in her, groaning deeply.
His arms wrapped around her, kissing her gently on the cheek. “I love you, Lily.”
“And I love you, Clay,” she whispered.
Chapter 26
They walked hand in hand into the restaurant and met with Detective Martin.
Detective Martin made everything easy for her. He didn’t scold or criticize her for running away. He understood. Lily appreciated his kindness; she couldn’t imagine what would have happened to her if he hadn’t been there for her.
After lunch and much discussion Clay and Detective Martin decided Lily would go back to LA with Clay. She would stay at his place.
The District Attorney wanted to move forward, schedule the trial as soon as possible, ecstatic they had found Lily, alive.
Clay would set up extra security at his house, and Lily would not be able to leave on her own.
She wasn’t happy about the decisions, but understood the reasons. Clay wanted Jacob to assign her a guard, too. The trial wouldn’t be for a few months, so security was a primary concern especially since Jason made bail this morning thanks to his manager.
They said goodbye to Detective Martin and went back to the suite. Clay’s friends would be on their way soon to find out all the gory details before they headed out to dinner.
They entered the room, Lily gasped, stepping into Clay. Someone had been in their room, destroyed it.
“Clay,” fear reverberated in her voice as her body shook.
“I don’t fucking believe it.” He thrust Lily behind him, keeping her in the entranceway between the wall and him. “Stay behind me, I need to check if anyone is still here.”
They walked into her room. Her clothes strewn about shredded into pieces. He held her tightly to him with one arm, feeling her tremble. “Don’t touch anything.”
Her fingers gripped his back.
He checked the closet, the bathroom. Lily’s personal items were everywhere. Perfume bottles shattered, makeup gouged, books scattered their pages ripped out, crumbled, and thrown around the room. Even the bedspread and mattress were shredded.
He pulled her tighter against his back, checking the living room.
The couch flipped; the stuffing ripped out, coffee mugs broken strewn around the kitchen, even the little table had been shattered.
They walked into his room. His clothes cut to shreds, his personal items thrown around the room, dumped out. Bottles shattered. Everything, even the lamps were broken.
He quickly checked the closet and bathroom. Staring at the bed, his teeth clenched, grinding.
He pulled her into his arms, went over to the phone calling down to the front desk. He told them what happened then called Jacob who called the police.
They walked out into the kitchen. He leaned against the island holding her, sobbing in his arms as they waited for security, the police, and Jacob.
“Shh… Lily,” he whispered, “it’s going to be okay.”
“I am so sorry, Clay. He destroyed everything,” she sobbed. “Why is he doing this? I didn’t do anything to him.”
“I don’t know.” He pulled her face into his shoulder. “We will get through this.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging tightly.
They heard someone walk into the room. Lily stiffened in his arms.
“What the hell happened?” Scott barked, his eyes roaming around the suite taking in the damage.
“Lily, are you okay?” Melissa hurried over to Lily. She
rubbed her back, trying to make out her face buried against Clay’s shoulder.
Lily nodded against Clay’s chest, refusing to let him go.
“We got back from lunch and found this.” Clay glanced at Scott, anger seething in both their eyes.
“Did you call the police?” Scott asked, stopping next to his wife.
“Yes, they should be here soon, and security.” Clay glanced at Lily’s tear-stained face, grimacing at the fear written all over it.
Melissa squeezed Lily’s shoulder and Lily gave Melissa a tremulous smile, rubbing her face against Clay’s shoulder.
Melissa turned to Scott who wrapped his arm around her, holding her close as they looked around the suite, the mess.
“What happened here?” Kevin snapped walking in with Amy.
Amy looked at Clay. “Do you think Jason did this?”
“Yeah, I do.” Clay nodded, “He made bail this morning.”
“He didn’t waste any time.” Kevin snarled, before asking softly, “Lily okay?”
“Shook, scared,” Clay rubbed his hand up her back.
“Whoa, what the hell happened, Clay?” Tom shouted walking in with Sara.
“The whole suite has been trashed.” Clay motioned with his head around the room.
“I see.” Tom walked around the suite looking at the damage. “Disgusting.”
They heard Jacob come in. “Oh my god.”
Clay looked at Jacob’s red face.
“The man needs to be stopped,” Jacob snapped, walking around the suite, he entered Clay’s room. All the color receded from Jacob’s face, turning he walked out. “Did you see what is on the bed?”
“Yes,” Clay replied between gritted teeth, he knew what was on the bed.
“What is on the bed?” Scott asked.
Clay shook his head. Scott slipped out of Melissa arms and walked into the room. He stared at Lily’s dress, cut into little pieces, yet forming her dress lying on the bed with a knife through the bodice.
Scott glanced over at Tom and Kevin as they came in, stood next to him, each shocked by the display.
“He is one sick dude,” Tom snarled stalking out of the room.
Kevin and Scott exchanged glances. Clay was Tom’s best friend, had been since elementary school. Clay’s older brother was Will from Ten and Five and while they were sure Clay hadn’t called him, they were sure Tom had. Tom always did, especially if something could happen to Clay. It annoyed Clay.
Kevin and Scott walked out of the room, their wives walking into their arms.
“How did he know which room was yours?” Tom glanced at Clay.
“I don’t know, the hotel might have told him.” Clay shrugged, how Jason found out was the least of his concerns.
“No, the hotel knew not to give out your room.” Jacob walked over to the door, checking to see how Jason got in.
They watched the police walk in the suite with hotel security.
The police took pictures of the room, collected evidence, and asked questions. The hotel offered Clay another room, but he declined.
“Jacob, I think we should fly back tonight. Can you send security over to my place? Jason knows where I live.” Clay held Lily in his arms. She hadn’t moved, not even when the police questioned her.
“On it! Will be done, and I will get a tail on Jason,” Jacob stalked out of the room.
“What do you want to do now?” Tom gestured to the room. “I think dinner out is not a good idea.”
“Let’s go back to our suite,” Scott kissed Melissa’s head. “We can order food, and when Jacob has everything ready, we can take you two to the airport.”
“Well,” Melissa glanced at Clay then up at Scott. “Why don’t we go with them? Everything Lily had is gone. She will need to get new stuff.”
“I agree.” Amy nodded at Melissa. “We will all go back. Tomorrow afternoon we can go shopping, you all will just have to tag along.”
Scott and Kevin rolled their eyes. Clay hid a slight smile, the guys loved clothes, shopping, and loved going with their wives. They just didn’t want their wives to know.
“I agree,” Tom walked over to the bedroom again, eyes narrowing as he took in the bed, “we all go back.”
“Okay,” Clay said, “we all go back.”
Chapter 27
They converged in Scott and Melissa’s suite ordering out some Chinese. Lily sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, her Chinese in front of her, but she just played with the food, moving the mushrooms around as her head spun.
Clay said Jacob would be over soon with their flight information and he sent an entire security crew over to Clay’s house. The crew would check the whole house, secure the grounds, and station guards at the gate.
Overwhelmed with everything she wanted to go back to her little apartment where she could hide. She didn’t want to face Jason and the things he did to hurt others because of her. Life had been much simpler when this only involved her.
Now more people and Clay’s family were involved. Clay was on the phone with his brother, he had walked into another room, so she couldn’t hear. She thought he didn’t want her to hear and that worried her. Maybe he was concerned over what his brother might say.
“Lily,” Amy pointed to the food in front of her. “You’re not eating.”
“Sorry,” her face flushed. “Just thinking.”
“About what?” Clay walked back in, sitting on the floor next to her.
She didn’t answer. She worried about what Clay’s brother had said. What he thought? How he reacted? She hadn’t realized Will from Ten and Five was Clay’s brother, one of the biggest bands around, bigger than Clay’s Distracted.
What would happen now? What if Clay’s family didn’t accept her? Her past? She chewed her cheek.
“You are worrying about something.” Clay hunched down to see her eyes.
Lily shrugged. She couldn’t help her insecurities or her fears. They were beginning to consume her.
“My brother and his wife will meet us at the house,” he watched her face, judging her thoughts by her expressions.
She didn’t respond, her eyes on her food.
Clay would let Will and Skye put her at ease when she met them. She would eventually overcome her fears, but for now, she couldn’t help fear people rejecting her.
“Eat a little, Lily, please.” He whispered, squeezing her knee.
Tom came over and sat next to her. “Did you talk to Jacob about getting Lily’s stuff from her apartment?” Tom picked up his food digging in.
Clay looked over at Tom. “Yeah, he has people over there now, and he already spoke to Ms. Simpson, the lady from the café.”
“That was fast.” Lily gasped.
“Jacob is pissed. Things are going to move fast.” Scott laughed.
Lily’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“Jacob can make things happen, not sure how, it is just his way, his family owns the security company we use.” Kevin shrugged. “They take us personally and since you are a part of us, he takes you personally as well.”
Lily looked at Kevin, she didn’t understand.
“He means, Jacob considers you family, like he does us, and won’t take any chances.” Amy smiled.
“I see,” Lily felt strange they all considered her one of them, family.
“Don’t worry, Jacob is good.” Scott picked up his food. “He handles Ten and Five’s security, plus other celebrities.”
Lily played with her food again. Clay squeezed her hand. She didn’t return the squeeze. She didn’t smile. She didn’t want these wonderful people who had been so kind hurt because of her.
“Eat, Lily,” Clay whispered again.
“I’m not hungry,” she mumbled, her eyes of her food.
“Just a little.” He stroked her hand.
Lily glanced at Clay, but didn’t really see him. She kept seeing flashes of his destroyed suite, the damage, and all because of her.
Clay stared at Lily, take
n back by the confusion, fear, and uncertainty in her eyes. What happened back in his suite had frightened her much more than he thought.
“Lily, it’s going to be okay.” He was worried. She seemed to be withdrawing from him, bit by bit, moment by moment, not just him but everyone. Everything.
There was a knock on the door, Scott walked over answering.
“Your flight is in an hour.” Jacob walked in the room, his body tense, and his face red.
“What is wrong?” Clay asked, he could tell by Jacob’s face something was wrong.
“You and Lily will be going to Will and Skye’s, they are expecting you. Will is going to meet you at the airport,” Jacob breathed deeply, his fingers clenching in his agitation.
Clay stood, staring at Jacob, “why?” He knew something was really wrong especially for Jacob to change plans without first talking to him.
Jacob glanced over at Lily. He couldn’t avoid saying what he had to say and he hated being the one to hurt her. She had been hurt enough already. “Jason went to your house already.”
“What?” Clay roared.
Lily flinched, hunching down her shoulders, listening.
“He trashed the whole place. The police are looking for evidence, prints to prove it was him.” Jacob clenched his fists tighter, his knuckles whitening. “I have crews going over now and I just got off the phone with Will. He is on his way over to check the damage for himself.”
“How the hell did he get there so fast?” Tom barked, standing up next to Clay.
“I don’t know.” Jacob ran his hand over his face.
“How bad is the damage?” Scott asked.
“Bad.” Jacob glanced at Clay. “He started a fire.”
Clay stared. Jason started a fire in his house. His house!
“The man is out of his mind,” Kevin snapped.
Jacob nodded, opened his mouth, and snapped it closed. He glanced at Lily then back to Clay. “Steven contacted me, Clay. He heard Lily was with you and wants to talk to you when you get back in town.”
“Did he say why?” Clay’s voice was a tad calmer now.
Jacob hesitated again.