Undercover Obsession

by BJ Wane

  “Yeah, I think so too, which means we’re back to square one on the mystery surrounding those missing days and the condition we found her in. But for tonight, I think I’ll settle another matter with Piper that is long overdue. Later.”

  Ian hung up the phone thinking he’d take his time getting back to the cabin tonight. In the mood he was in, he sure as hell didn’t need to see or even hear those two going at it. “Here, sit down and let me do that.” Ian stood next to her as she sat at the small kitchen table, took the ice pack and held it against her cheek, his hand automatically stroking her hair when she winced. A comfortable silence settled between them and he took a moment to look around her small, homey apartment. Like Piper’s cabin, the kitchen, eating area and living room were all open and he could see Haley’s little touches everywhere. There were a lot of seashell knickknacks, a sofa and chair in soft blue with beach scenic pillows in the corners. If Gary hadn’t mentioned that Carlisle was imprisoned in Florida, deducing she was from there also, he would have guessed she had lived near a beach at one time.

  “I think that’ll help,” Haley said, feeling suddenly tired. Curling up in bed with a book even though it was still early sounded good to her, but being alone didn’t. She had passed a huge hurdle in admitting she wanted sex again, and she wanted her first time in six years to be with Ian, just not tonight. Tonight, she just needed to know she wasn’t alone. She knew she could ask Piper, but that meant going to her place because she was sure, after Brody’s possessive behavior all day, that he wasn’t going to let her go anywhere, including here, without him. But she wanted her place tonight, wanted to be in the home she had made for herself after fleeing Florida in shame. A home she had felt safe in until tonight. Before she lost her nerve, she tentatively asked, “Ian?”

  “What do you need, Haley?” Ian tossed the ice in the sink and draped the damp towel over a rack before turning back to her and seeing the indecision on her face and a touch of uncertainty in her blue eyes. “Are you hurting? Do you want to go to the hospital?”

  “God, no! I hate hospitals. It’s just, well, I hate to ask this of you, but I was wondering…”

  “For God’s sake, Haley, just ask! You know damn good and well I won’t refuse you.”

  Haley almost smiled at his frustrated outburst and look. There’s the man she had come to know this week, the one who said it like it is and you were either on board with him or you weren’t. She liked that about him, a lot. At least with him, she knew where she stood.

  “Would you stay here tonight?” she blurted out then quickly amended, “I mean just to sleep. Not, you know, for sex or anything. At least not tonight.” She didn’t want him thinking she didn’t want sex with him at all.

  Ian took a moment while he willed his little head to cooperate with his big head. Even if she had been willing, he couldn’t, in good conscience, fuck a woman who had just been bruised and traumatized. And if that didn’t sound like a page right out of Brody’s book, he didn’t know what would. Still, as much as he’d thought about fucking Haley, he knew before she had emphasized it that sex was off the table. He had taken if off before it ever got there and didn’t have any intentions of putting it on. Wrong woman, wrong place, definitely wrong time and those reasonings would have to suffice despite their obvious mutual attraction.

  “Go get comfortable in your bed and I’ll sit with you until you fall asleep then I’ll bunk on your couch. I’m going downstairs to secure the front door to your shop that I busted. Do you know how Carlisle got in here?”

  “My fault,” she admitted. “I always leave my bedroom window open so I can make a quick exit in case of a fire. All he had to do was park in the back, stand on his car and he could’ve reached the sill. I know, I’m an idiot, but I thought I was safe, especially from him.”

  “You are now, but lock it anyway.” Ian went downstairs, mentally preparing himself for a long night.

  Chapter Twelve

  Brody snapped his phone shut, the relief he felt at hearing about Haley’s ex from Ian at odds with the battle he had been waging with both Piper and himself ever since he met her. Watching her with Cole, flirting, dancing and laughing in an attempt to take back control of her life, had his cock pressing painfully against his zipper and his good intentions being shoved aside in his need to take control of her. She was wearing a two piece swimsuit under a sundress, a swimsuit that had still been wet from swimming in the lake when she had slipped the dress back on. Now that bright green fabric clung damply to her breasts and ass, drawing his and several other male eyes to those softly rounded, swaying body parts and he had spent the better part of the last thirty minutes trying to refrain from pulling her away from Cole, tossing her over his shoulder and carting her off.

  He knew he would have to leave soon. The stalker had been caught, and even though he had been after Haley instead of Piper, those missing two days were still unaccounted for.

  Unfortunately, as worried as he was over that, it wasn’t enough to justify them putting off going to Atlantic City to back up Carlos. If she was taken to draw out Sandoval, then the plan backfired because they were the ones to come to her rescue, not Sandoval. As it stood now, the evidence he and Ian had managed to get against her adopted father was all circumstantial, enough to charge him with but not enough to ensure a conviction. However, they weren’t above fudging that evidence in order to coerce Sandoval into testifying against Pasquino, even knowing that would keep the contract the drug lord had put on his former bookkeeper active.

  Despite knowing all that, Brody found himself caving in to his body’s demands and saying to hell with his good intentions. He had felt a fondness as well as a lustful tug towards Piper when he knew her as an overweight, shy college kid, only to discover that fondness had grown stronger despite the years that separated them and that the tug had turned into a hard yank this past week. A yank he was tired of struggling against. She had taunted him too far tonight, she could damn well suffer the consequences, even if that meant the consequences were him doing his job successfully by ruining Charles’s life in order to put away a very bad man.

  Piper glared up at Brody when he took hold of her hand and pulled her away from Cole. For the past hour she had tried putting all her concentration and efforts into simply having fun with Cole, enjoying his easy going persona and fantasizing about getting naked with his well- muscled body again. Her body responded to him like it always did, with anticipation warming her blood and softening her pussy. Her breasts swelled as she rubbed against his chest, her nipples taut peaks she knew he felt by the grin he gave her accompanied with a brief ass squeeze. Unfortunately, she had taken that moment to glance at Brody’s thunderous face, and that was all it took for her arousal to go from tepid to boiling. She had been more aware of the man she was trying to do without than she had been of the one she was trying to replace him with despite enjoying the familiar feel of Cole’s body moving sensuously against hers. She refused to give in to her body’s betrayal, however, and risk being rejected yet again by Brody.

  “What do you want? As you can see, I’m not in any danger.” Piper had explained the targeted harassments she had experienced in the past few days to Cole, but she omitted those two missing days and the state she was in when Brody and Ian had arrived. As open as they were with each other, she wasn’t comfortable sharing that with him, and even though she knew he suspected there was more between her and the agents that she wasn’t telling, he didn’t say anything. They cared about each other, but they weren’t exclusive despite the fact Cole was the only man she had been with in the last five years until Brody showed up.

  “Something’s come up,” Brody stated evenly, not adding that the something was his cock. “You need to leave with me. Now.”

  Letting go of Cole, she faced him squarely, her heart in her throat as she asked, “Is it Haley? Is she all right? What’s happened?”

  “She’s fine, now, but we need to go.” Turning to Cole he extended his free hand, apologizing as since
rely as possible considering he wasn’t sorry in the least. “Sorry. Maybe you two can hook up later when we’ve got this situation under control.”

  “Let me know if I can help.” Cole bent down and kissed Piper, long and deep, giving his competition something to think about. It was obvious these two had issues to work out that included more than whoever seemed to be after Piper. He cared enough about her to want to stick around and make sure she was safe as well as make sure this man was who she wanted. If so, he wouldn’t stand in the way, but he would miss their satisfying, uncomplicated get-togethers. “I’ll check in with you tomorrow, hon.”

  Piper tried pulling her hand from Brody’s iron grip but he refused to let her go as he led her through the park and back to his car. “What do you mean ‘she’s fine now’? What happened? And, damn it, let me go!”

  “I’ll explain on the way back to your place. Get in.” Holding the door for her, he tried reining in his lust and his temper, but wasn’t having much luck. That kiss Cole had leveled on her was a blatant red flag, one that had him more determined than ever to give her exactly what she had been asking for.

  “It was Tim Carlisle, Haley’s ex, who was behind the vandalism, the tires and the dead rabbit. Apparently, the state of Florida didn’t think he posed a threat to anyone and released him early. I won’t lie, according to Ian he got a good hit in as well as a strangle hold, but she’s okay and Ian will be staying the night with her to help set her mind at ease,” he explained to her as he headed back to the cabin. Brody knew Ian wouldn’t cross any lines Haley wasn’t ready for, just as he knew Ian wanted Piper’s friend more than he was willing to admit. Brody knew just how he felt.

  Piper breathed a sigh of relief and was grateful for Ian’s offer, but pissed that Brody forced her away from the night’s activities, and Cole, when everything was under control now. “If she’s all right and Ian is staying with her,” she stormed when he pulled up to her cabin and cut the engine, “then why did I have to leave? Cole and I had plans tonight, as you very well know.” Turning from him, Piper strode angrily inside with the intention of changing out of her damp clothes and returning to the park for the fireworks, and she didn’t mean the lighted display over the lake put on by the city. She was itching for fireworks of her own, ones she knew Cole could ignite in her despite the fact she’d rather have Brody.

  In a fast, startling move, Brody had her pinned against the wall, his grey eyes snapping with fury and lust, his stiff erection pressed insistently against her mound. “You had plans,” he snarled down at her. “Now you don’t.”

  He had worked diligently all the way home to keep his jealousy and temper in check, but he snapped the moment his mouth met hers, his control a thing of the past, his body filled with hot flames of lust burning like a forest fire out of control as he kissed her like a man possessed.

  Piper struggled, fighting herself more than him as she felt her pussy swell and dampen with each stroke of his tongue over hers, as she fought not to cling to his lips and react to the erotic scratch of his beard on her sensitive skin. When his hand grabbed both of hers and pinned them above her head, her response was instantaneous, her hips grinding against his cock, seeking release as she mentally struggled away from giving in to him so soon after vowing she was done with him. Desperate not to fall into this trap again, she bit his lip, hard, and relished his curse as he pulled his mouth from hers, giving her the space and the seconds she needed to try to resist him.

  “You should remember how I retaliate when you act up, darlin’.” Brody’s lip throbbed, that slight sting doing nothing to lesson his arousal, on the contrary, his cock was harder than ever, which made it difficult to bend her over one of the kitchen counter stools, but not impossible. “Did you do that just to get me to spank you, Piper?” he asked in a soft silky voice as he flipped up her dress and shoved her bikini bottoms down. Resting his palm on her right buttock, holding her hips down, he said, “Because if so, it was unnecessary. I was already planning on giving you everything you wanted tonight, including this.” He drew back and landed a hard slap on that same cheek, loving the way her startled cry ended with a whimper and a slight lifting of her hips for more.

  Piper grabbed on to the stool’s legs, anchoring herself in place for the next smack which came fast on the heels of the first. How could she succumb so quickly to his demands, and more importantly, how could she survive another encounter with him only to have him walk away from her again? But, as had been the case since meeting him, her body’s dictates overruled her determination and common sense and she simply let herself enjoy this tainted pleasure. He rubbed the two areas he had just swatted before landing another two slaps right over them. The burn intensified, as did the pleasure, making her shift her legs restlessly in an effort to seek release.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” Brody rasped as he braced a hand on her lower back to stifle her hip movements then quickly smacked her upper thighs in retaliation. “You’ll come when I say, and not before. You drove us both to this moment, and you’ll take what I dish out and love every minute of the torment.”

  “Jerk,” she muttered lowly as her buttocks swelled and throbbed with each smack, the pain shifting down to her pussy and making it swell and throb also, leaving her to strive towards a climax whether he liked it or not.

  “I heard that.” Leaning over, he whispered in her ear as he continued to swat her ass, “But I’m your jerk.”

  Piper refused to believe him, refused to go where he was leading her with every sharp smack and every soothing caress. He was aiming for her surrender, and she’d be damned if she’d give it to him. She struggled in earnest then, trying to get relief by rubbing her pelvis against the bar stool, and despite his hand pinning her lower back, she managed to get just enough friction to start the first ripples of an orgasm.

  Brody watched her closely, saw the way her hips managed to rub just the right way, saw the seeping evidence of her arousal and knew he wasn’t in control. The sight and feel of her red, warm ass affected him as strongly as her, his cock dampening his jeans, his shaft so thick and hard he may not be able to unzip. When Piper spread her legs in an unaware invitation, he ceded this battle to her and landed a sharp slap to her soft pussy lips, her scream of pleasure ricocheting in the room.

  Her senses spun out of control with the sudden burst of her orgasm, the pleasure so intense she didn’t think she’d survive it. But when she finally came down, Piper was stunned to feel the tidal wave of urgent lust that had possessed her still demanding fulfillment. When Brody lifted her off the stool, they seemed to be of like mind as they started yanking off clothes, their breathing heavy as material ripped and got tossed aside and then they were rolling on the floor together in a tangled heap of bare flesh clinging together. This was the first time she had felt the impact of Brody’s completely naked body against hers, and she loved the way his taller, harder frame cushioned hers, loved the feel of his hands roaming everywhere at once as she reveled in the freedom to do the same. Everything about him was thick and hard and she knew it would take her a lifetime to get enough of him, which just pissed her off again and sent her right back into a snarling frenzy of lust that she didn’t want with a man she couldn’t hold, but couldn’t seem to do anything about but give in to it.

  Primitive lust and needs consumed him as Brody felt the impact of her full nudity against his for the first time. The night he and Ian had exorcised the demons brought on by an aphrodisiac, they had both kept their clothes on, even though the desire to strip had been the hardest thing he had ever had to ignore. Now, he relished every inch of her hot, damp skin against his, the way her small body with its surprisingly lush curves fit against his, but when she started to fight him again in a pitiful attempt at control, he flipped her onto her back and crushed his mouth down on hers, relieved when she kissed him back eagerly, her tongue dueling with his, her teeth nipping at his lips, her hips bucking up against his, seeking his cock. Pulling away from her luscious mouth, he raked his teeth down
her arched neck, over her nipples that were as hard and as erect as his cock, taking his time relishing those sensitive buds before moving down her waist and settling between her legs. With his eyes on hers, he spread her thighs wide then slowly lowered his head and took a long slow lick up her parted folds.

  Oh, God, Piper thought. There was no way she could fight this onslaught, fight the delicious feel of his tongue penetrating her pussy, fight the added pleasure his beard prickling her thighs gave her, fight the look of desire as well as a deeper emotion she was afraid to label in his eyes. Keen edged pleasure sliced through her when he added a finger with his tongue, and when he set up a rhythm between the two she was once again catapulted out of control. He continuously drove her to the edge with his deep strokes and soft licks only to repeatedly pull her back before she went over. Her misgivings were pushed to the wayside out of sheer desperation as she clutched his thick, black hair in an attempt to hold his mouth to her even though she refused to plead with him.

  “Damn you, Brody, stop tormenting me,” she snapped when her small contractions were once again cut short of exploding into bigger ones when he pulled his tongue and finger from the well of her pussy. “I have ways of getting even, if you’ll recall.”

  Brody winced as he vividly remembered her going down on him until he was ready to burst and then walking away. Taking pity on her, he dipped his head again, used his thumbs to spread her labia, and simply feasted on her. Licking her sheath, her juices coated his tongue and filled his mouth, but they kept coming as he stroked over her slick walls, teased her clit then plunged his tongue as deep as he could. When her muttered swearing switched to whimpering cries, he finger fucked her as he latched onto her clit, the swollen red bud more than ready for some undivided attention. Using teeth, lips and tongue on her, it took only seconds to have her bucking out of control, to feel the spasming release of her orgasm gripping his fingers and coating his tongue, her cries music to his ears.