Free Fall Box Set (Loving Summer #8)

by Kailin Gow

  Despite my recent orgasm, my body shivered. Not from desire, but from a chill that went through me. This sexy man who just gave me a mind-blowing orgasm, was also someone I had to be wary of. He was dangerous still, and despite how he could work my body to a frenzy, he couldn’t be trusted.

  Most likely, he was playing with me, seducing me with compliments and his talk of how he was attracted to me, how he wanted me; only I suspect to get into my head, so I could trust him. Become his ally, become his puppet. And perhaps use me against Nat.

  Well, two can play this game. I’ve heard of captors who seduce their captives and ended up brainwashing them to fall in love with them. Stockholm Syndrome. Was this what that was? Was all the building desires and lust for this man because of this?

  If I went along with it, he would think he was winning, getting through to me, but in reality, I would be getting him to trust me, to fall for me. To let me go, and to be persuaded to let Nat and this revenge thing he has against Nat go for once and for all.

  “Eddie,” I said. “It is Eddie, isn’t it?”

  “No,” he said. “That’s the name I made up to give to that bitch.

  “Then,” I said, running my finger against the front of his shirt. “What should I call you? How would you like me to call out your name when you finally,” I ran my fingers like claws gently over his chest and lean into his ear to whisper into it, “sink your thick hot dick into me?” I turned to face him, looking deep into his eyes. “Because, I leaned in close to him and outlined my tongue on his lips. My eyes staring into his as sweet and innocent, yet sultry as I can.

  He groaned loudly and opened his mouth to take in my tongue and sucked hard at it while his hands went to my bare breasts. He just stared at them. “God, you are beautiful,” he said. He brought one of my breasts to his mouth, licked it, and covered it with his mouth as he sucked and licked. “You taste as good as you look.” He licked harder, faster, groaning as he filled his mouth with me.

  “Ohhh,” I cooed. “So good. Oh, Eddie,” I hesitated. “Eddie?”

  “No,” he grunted, unable to pull his mouth away from my breast, away from my body. “You get to call me by my real name. Xavier.”

  My eyes flashed as I looked at him. “Such a sexy name,” I grasped. “I want to run my fingers on your sexy head,” I said, licking the top of it, tasting his sweat. I wriggled my hands, still tied behind my back. “But I can’t,” I pouted.

  With one swift motion, he tore off the silk ties on my wrist and pulled my hands up by the wrist above my head. He lifted me from my chair with one arm at my waist, brought me to the bed, laid me out with my arm above my head and covered me with his body, kissing my neck, my shoulders, and my mouth again, while holding my arms above me. “How does that feel?” he asked, licking the side of my face before kissing me gently on the lips.

  “Oh,” I said, blinking. I held my breath and slowly let it out. I wasn’t prepared for that last soft kiss. It was so gentle, it surprised me. “I…”

  He stopped me with another gentle kiss.

  I shook my head. So gentle. So tender. So unexpected from a man as brutal as he was, as powerful as he was.

  I sighed, closing my eyes and smiling into him. ‘It feels so good, Xavier.”

  He smiled at me, genuinely and happily. “I’m glad, my beauty,” he said, gently touching my face before he surprised me again with a soft kiss.

  I sighed and leaned into him as his arms came over me. “You surprise me, Xavier,” I said smiling into his eyes. “I didn’t expect this of you.”

  “No one does, no one has, my beauty,” he said. “Your sweetness, your gentleness…it brought it out of me. I didn’t expect to be this way with you, too.”

  “Oh, Xavier,” I said, snuggling into him as he spooned his body next to mine.

  He rubbed my wrist, kissing them gently and licking them. “I’m sorry I hurt these precious wrists,” he said. “But I didn’t want you to escape. I want you here, with me.”

  “Xavier,” I said, kissing his cheek. “If you had shown me kindness before, had talked to me instead of trying to scare me, I would have stayed without having to be tied.”

  “I couldn’t take that chance,” he said, looking away. “I need you, and I can’t have you trying to escape.”

  “Xavier, Xavier,” I said, playfully tapping his nose with my finger and smiling. “What am I going to do with you?”

  He grabbed my finger and kissed it, pulling me on top of him while he hugged and kissed me with such love and affection. “You’re going to be mine, that’s what,” he said, hugging me tighter. “You’re going to be my woman, my lover, mine.” This time he said it fiercely.

  I smiled happily and hugged him tightly. “I…”

  I couldn’t believe this was the same man that was threatening me with my life for days. I couldn’t believe he truly felt that way about me. I barely knew him, yet he acted like he’s known me for some time.

  There came a loud knocking on the door.

  “Oh for God’s sake, couldn’t she take a hint that I don’t want her here?” Xavier groaned. “Do I have to physically toss her out?” He pulled my shirt back up, covering my breast, kissed me tenderly, then hungrily, sucking my tongue with his mouth and groaning when he had to pull away. “I’ll be right back, and when I come back,” he said, “I’m going to make you forget every man who ever dared touch you.” He kissed me hard before pulling away, groaning once again.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was a changed man, happier, more playful, even a spring in his step. Could he have really fallen for me that fast or was he playing me?

  The mood changed instantly, though, when he came back into the room, carrying a young man in his early 20s, who was bleeding and almost unconscious.

  “Quick, clear the bed.” He laid the young man on the bed and looked over at me. “Can you help him? Patch him up so he stops bleeding?”

  I looked at the young man, who was now pale and ghostly white. He had lost a lot of blood. A wound in his shoulder that was a clear hole through him. Then down below, his kneecaps had been blown out with a gunshot wound.

  “I’m going to need a sharp knife, a sewing kit, a burner or something that can get the knife extra hot, and alcohol.”

  “What are you going to do?” Xavier asked.

  “Surgery,” I said. “I’m going to cut into him to his veins where it hasn’t stopped bleeding and create a clot. If I don’t he may bleed to death. I also need to have bags of blood to get some back into him. You know what type he is?”

  “He’s the same as mine,” Xavier said.

  “How do you know?” I asked. “For certain?”

  “Yes, because he’s my little brother.”

  “Oh,” I said, now seeing a bit of a resemblance between the two. “I’ll work as fast as I could. Get all of those things, and while I’m performing surgery, hold unto his hand. I don’t have anesthetics so it’s going to hurt…unless we get him to a hospital. Then I can have all my tools…”

  “Out of the question,” Xavier said. “We have to do with what we’ve got.” He left the room, and within seconds, a couple of men came in with the supplies, and Xavier stepped outside to talk to a group of men who had gathered outside the door, his face angry, and determined. The men dispersed, and then Xavier came back into the room. I had turn on all the lights, put on reading glasses to act as magnifying glasses, and poured alcohol to the places I was going to operate on. I waited a bit to numb it, then I began.

  Halfway through, I looked over at Xavier, who was holding his brother’s hand tightly, but looking really worried. “I’m almost finished,” I assured him. “He’s doing well, a real trooper. You are too,” I smiled at him.

  I applied the hot knife to the last spot to clot the vein, and then began sewing the wound. Xavier looked away as I worked.

  “He must be special to you,” I said, quickly sewing and finishing up.

  “He is. He had always been there for me since we were kids
, living in the streets without parents. We lived in poverty, but we were happy as long as we had each other,” he said. “It was Jorge who got us off the streets. He found me a job, working for some big shots who ran the city. They needed a boy to deliver goods to other big shots, and I was happy to do it. It was a way to put food in our bellies, and I did a great job delivering the goods without getting caught like some of the other boys. It led to bigger jobs, and I did what I had to do to survive.

  I got better and better at dealing with people, creating businesses, and running things so well that eventually I became the man running my old bosses’ operations. I got rich and richer, being able to afford the nicest things, but always having to watch my back, never being able to get close to anyone, except Jorge.”

  He looked at me and a look of desire crossed his face as he gazed at mine. “I never could have a relationship with a woman, just endless strings of loose women, women who won’t talk, women who used my body as much as I used theirs for pleasure and to forget. Never with a quality woman who you can be proud to be with, who understood you.”

  His gaze never left my face as he talked, making me heat up and suddenly become self-conscious.

  I finished patching Jorge up, and turned to Xavier. “Now he needs to be left alone so he can rest and heal. It’ll be a few days before he could even feel somewhat normal, but…oh, the blood, we can get blood from the hospital for a transfusion or we can just take it out of someone.”

  “Use me,” Xavier said. “Like I said, he’s the same as me.”

  “You’re clean and…” I stopped. Why was I asking that when this boy on the bed, needed his brother’s blood so desperately?

  “I am,” Xavier said, winking at me. “I’m tested, clean, and ready to have sex with you at any time, Doctor.”

  I asked for his arm and then for him to make a fist. He did as I asked, and I put a catheter in, then a tube, and hook it into Jorge’s arm. Soon Xavier’s blood was going into Jorge. After about ten minutes, I pulled out the catheter and unlatched both of them. “That’s enough,” I said. “He’ll need more, but I think we can get some from the hospital I work at later so you don’t go draining all of yours.” I put a cotton ball where the catheter was and taped it in place, pulling his arm up. “This should be better soon.”

  He got up and came behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I know what will make me better soon,” he said. He turned me around and kissed me deeply, then pulled away. “Watching you so handy with a knife like that, got me so hard, I’ve never been so hard for a woman before as I am for you.” He brought my hand to cup his penis.

  I gasped and couldn’t help saying, “You’re telling the truth.”

  “Of course, I am,” Xavier said. “You are not the type of woman I usually take to bed - smart, classy, pedigreed, but damn, I’m so hard for you, I can hardly walk.”

  “Um…maybe Brandi can…” I said.

  “Fuck Brandi. I’m tired of her…her fake breasts, her whiny voice, her manipulations…she’s in love with me, but I’m not at all in like with her. She blew it when she tried to lay claim to me as her ‘boyfriend’, which I’m not.” He bent in to smell me. “I don’t want anything to do with her. The woman I want right now, the woman I can’t stop thinking about, is you. I want you. You smell good, like sunshine, although you probably want a shower after all this time.”

  “You’re right, I do,” I said, feeling the tension of the surgery leaving my body.

  Xavier led me to the shower and turned on the water. I quickly undressed and got in, enjoying the feel of hot water cleaning off Jorge’s blood, of the days without showering. I closed my eyes, letting the water run down through my hair, through my body. It had been the most tense couple of days I’ve had in years, and I finally let it all go.

  I heard a deep groan and turned around. I was staring into a naked chest. Scarred, muscular. Tanned and tattooed. I looked up to see Xavier staring hungrily at me. I looked down and saw he was stark naked with a bulging hard-on. Startled at first I tried to get out of the showers, but he held onto my shoulders. “Relax. I need a shower too, thought I’d take one with you, wash your back.” He lathered up and began washing me. I closed my eyes and felt his strong fingers kneading into my back, massaging out all the tension. He kept massaging my shoulders my back, down to my hips and butt, before lathering up to wash my entire backside, my butt, and between my legs, which he lingered and spent an extra amount of care on. His fingers caressed me, tickled me, and finally got me so weak in the knees, I had to hold onto his shoulders, demanding release. His fingers plunged in and I exploded. Then without demanding anything from me, he handed me a towel, and pointed for me to go outside. I dried myself off while he stayed in the shower. My heart was racing as I thought how much I had grown to like this man, at least this side of the man after this short time. How my plans to seduce him and manage him was blurring my own judgement. I closed my eyes as I quickly dressed and tried to control myself from going back into the shower as I heard Xavier’s groans as he relieved himself.

  What was happening to me? I was engaged to Drew, but that life seemed like a distant past these days. Was it off? I didn’t know, but I still had some feelings for Nat, too. But now it was like I was a different woman, a bad girl, with this man, who was probably the most dangerous crime lord around. I had to pull myself together.

  I quickly walked out of the shower to find a pretty white summer dress laid out on the purple velvet chaise. No bra or underwear. And I couldn’t find my old ones. He must have trashed them, which meant I was going to be wearing a sundress sans bra and sans underwear. How convenient for Xavier, or The Dragon as I heard one of the men referred to him earlier when he was giving them orders before he came back into the room for Jorge’s surgery.

  Well, I couldn’t stay to find out what Xavier had in mind with my outfit. I had to get back to my old life, my real life, not this strange harem fantasy or whatever it was my captive-brainwashed mind was playing. Xavier was still in the shower jacking off, when I checked on him, and then I looked around, grabbed my shoes and hastily put them on. It was time I went home. I was going to make a run for it, no matter what. The longer I stayed, the more I was losing my mind, and succumbing to The Dragon’s charms.

  Chapter 8

  Summer

  I ran for it, luckily The Dragon’s men were out looking for Jorge’s assailants so I could get out of the room and downstairs.

  What a luxurious place. If Xavier had his hand decorating this place, he had good taste. Xavier…I couldn’t think of him as Xavier or I would cave. He was so seductive, so good at getting me to see him as a person, to start liking him, to even begin to care for him; that I forgot I was the one trying to seduce him, to persuade him to leave Nat and whatever grudges he had with him alone.

  So when I run out that door, I would be leaving this strange world behind. I geared myself to run as fast as I could across the foyer, where I may be spotted by his men. I may be caught, and have my cover blown, but I had to go for it. I had to try to escape.

  It seemed clear and quiet, as though no one was around. However, when I was about to run out the front door, a man, dressed in a black t-shirt and dark jeans shouted “hey” and ran to stop me, grabbing my wrist. I struggled against him, trying to free myself, but his grip was so strong. Finally, my volleyball training came in handy as I head-butted him, sending him reeling back, dazed.

  I was an athlete after all, not some weak damsel in distress. I had muscles and I knew how to use them. Even when it comes down to sex and seduction. We women shouldn’t be ashamed of using everything we’ve got when it came to survival. Men did, and yet other men would never criticize them for it. If I had to try to seduce Xavier or go along with his seduction to avoid being killed, then I would. If any woman was in my situation, they would find it hard to judge others who had to do what they did to survive.

  Now it was time to get back to my pearls and scrubs world.

  I opened the do
or, but another man grabbed me from behind, pulling me back. I was able to open the door for a brief moment, trying to push my weight forward to throw off the man from behind. I briefly faced outside, the front of my body, and my face facing outside. I could see the beach, the familiar landscape I had seen countless of times before.

  It hit me where I was. I was being held in a house near the Pad. My Malibu house. The man’s grip was strong, and I landed into his hard chest when he pulled me in, but not before my eyes fell on the man hidden down street. It looked like Nat from far away, but maybe it was Drew. I couldn’t tell since they were the same height. The man behind me shut the door, before turning me around.

  “Enough fresh air for you?” It was the Dragon, and he looked pissed. “I trusted you! To think it was you I was jacking off to,” he pushed me down onto the nearest sofa and climbed on top of me. “I held myself from taking you…boy I was so tempted, but I thought that maybe…just maybe you can learn to like me a little before you become my woman, that…oh screw it,” he looked angry and hurt. “You are all alike.” He began unbuttoning the front of my dress, putting his mouth on mine, desperately trying to kiss me, trying to see if I meant everything I said to him before, that I wasn’t playing him this entire time.

  “You can’t make me like you, Xavier,” I said, when I could catch my breath, “by keeping me a prisoner. You have to set me free first to see if I could like you when I could have the choice to.”

  Xavier pinned me down with his weight and held my arms over my head as he kissed me hard. “Is that how Nat got you to like him, by wooing you? Do you want me to woo you?”

  “Nat? Oh,” I pretended to not be so affected by him, yet buying time so Nat or Drew can get to the house unseen. “Nat was a childhood friend. We got thrown together. It was a long time ago, and now…I’ve moved on. I want something more. Something more than a silly childhood crush. I want a real man who can satisfy my desires as a woman.” I licked my lips slowly while looking deeply into his eyes. “I’m sorry I ran from you,” I said softly, “I was just scared, missed my home, but when you showed up, I couldn’t resist wanting you. I can’t help wanting you, Xavier. You make me feel like a sexy woman…all I want is you.”