Take Me in the Dark (Take Me #2)

by R. L. Kenderson

  It just wasn’t a simple thing to say yes or no to.

  “I’ll think about it,” I told her.

  “I was hoping for a yes, but I’ll take it.” She leaned closer to me. “Between you and me, this would be something good for Tommy, too. I think he’s a little lost now that he retired from the Navy. I saw Maddox struggle with it. It’s hard to go from having a job that you feel is making a difference to not doing anything.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “So, I’d be doing this for Tommy?”

  She grinned. “If that’s the way you want to look at it, then yes.”

  I laughed. “We need to really try a case together again. I’d love to see you at work in court.”

  She chuckled. “Thanks. I like to think I haven’t lost all the skills I learned in school while working here in Brook Creek.” Her smile slipped from her face, and her eyes turned concerning. “Please think about it for real though, okay?”

  I nodded. “I will. But it’s not all up to me. Tommy has to be on board with it. And I don’t want him to do it because he has to even if you think it would be good for me. There are other things I can do to make my place safer.”

  Addison sat up straight. “You’re right. Let’s ask him.” She raised her arm in the air and waved. “Tommy,” she yelled out.

  I shook my head and hissed, “Not now.”

  She lowered her arm. “Why not? Now’s perfect.”

  Tommy and Maddox walked back to our table, and I groaned.

  “What’s up?” Tommy asked.

  “I’m worried about Olivia when she goes back home. I know you planned to stay in Iowa for a few more weeks. What if you went back with her to keep her safe until the police find who’s been sending the letters? I’m sure Maddox wouldn’t mind putting off the work on the house.”

  “Of course not, babe,” Maddox said. “Olivia’s safety comes first.”

  I turned around in my seat and met Tommy’s eyes. “You don’t have to come back with me. You didn’t come here to be with me, you came to be with your friend, and I don’t want to hog all your time.”

  I held my breath, waiting to see what he had to say.

  “When do you plan to go home?”

  “Tuesday. I was planning to be here a week. Unless something comes up,” I had to add because something could always come up. I was already feeling guilty about staying that late. I should be working on Tate’s new case.

  “Why don’t we see what happens after this weekend? Maybe the police will find something before Tuesday.”

  For some reason, this was the perfect response. If he had said no, I thought my feelings would have been hurt, but if he had said yes, I thought I’d be uncomfortable. We didn’t know each other that well, and if he jumped at the chance to stay with me for a few weeks, I’d think something was wrong with him.

  I am a hard woman to please.

  I laughed out loud at my thought because it was so true.

  “What’s so funny?” Addison asked.

  I shook my head. “Nothing. Just thinking about how fickle I am.”

  “Kind of out of the blue, but I’m not going to argue.”

  “Ha-ha,” I said sarcastically.

  I turned around to the guys, only to see that they had already returned to their pool game.

  “You like him, don’t you?”

  I looked back at my friend. “He has a certain appeal.”

  “Yes.” She clenched her fist in victory. “I knew it.” She smiled. “He’s good in bed, isn’t he?”

  I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Oh, Addison.”

  “What?”

  “You make me laugh.”

  “Just tell me.”

  “Yes, he’s good in bed.”

  She patted herself on the back…literally. “Chalk that up to another thing I’m right about.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Now, tell me how you two ended up in bed together.”

  “Fine,” I said even though I was dying to tell her everything. I put my elbows on the table. “I have you and the window you uncovered to thank.”

  27

  Tommy

  It was getting late, and the bar was closing in about an hour. “Is it time for us to leave yet?” I asked. “I’m starting to feel real old with all these young kids out.”

  I didn’t often feel thirty-eight, but being around a bunch of young twenty-something kids made me feel every bit of my age.

  “I’m ready to go, too,” Addison said. “Serena is probably wondering when we’re going to get home.” She groaned. “Tomorrow morning is going to suck. Just once, it would be nice if the boys slept in.”

  Maddox put his arm around her. “We’ll take turns, so both of us can sleep. I’ll take the first shift.”

  She kissed him. “God bless good husbands.”

  The four of us finished our drinks and strode out into the warm night air. As we walked out, Addison stumbled against Maddox.

  “Oops,” she said with a laugh.

  “Are you sure either of you should be driving?” I asked. “It would look really bad if the sheriff got pulled over for driving drunk.”

  Maddox slid his arm around his wife’s waist. “We’ll probably walk.”

  Addison sighed. “But I’m so tired. Carry me home.”

  Maddox laughed. “I don’t think so.”

  “Why don’t you go and sleep at Addison’s old place?” I smiled and put my arm across Olivia’s shoulders. “I have it on good authority that the sheets are clean and have never been used.”

  I couldn’t be positive, but I thought Olivia turned red under the streetlights.

  Addison gasped. “Never been used, huh? The first night, Liv? That’s awesome.” She turned and faced Maddox, throwing her arms around his neck. “It’ll be like old times. Before we had kids and you used to sneak into my room.” She kissed his jaw. “Please.”

  “I need to ask Serena if it’s okay,” he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

  “We’ll be at my place, whatever you two decide.” I swung Olivia around to head to my place. “See you tomorrow.” I put my hand up in a wave.

  “That’s pretty presumptuous of you to think I’m coming home with you,” Olivia pointed out once we were out of earshot.

  “Nah. You and I both know it’s the truth.”

  “We do?”

  “Yeah. You can’t think after what happened in the bar that we’re done for the night. I have plans for you.”

  She sucked in a breath and shuddered against me. “You sure know how to entice a lady.”

  I laughed. “Oh, I know how to do much more than that.”

  When we got to my place, I walked her upstairs without an argument because I had been right. She’d always been planning to go home with me the whole time.

  The second we walked in the door, I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. I loved how she opened up for me and let me thrust my tongue into her mouth, as if it belonged there. I continued to kiss her—sometimes gently, sometimes with more vigor—as I stripped us both.

  I growled and raised one of her knees up and back toward the wall, opening her completely. I pushed two fingers into her. “Yes. Still so wet and full from me.” I slid my digits out and rubbed it against her clit.

  She moaned.

  “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I picked her up and carried her to the mattress, where I laid her down. “Stay right there,” I said, turning on the lamp sitting on the nightstand.

  As I went over to the corner of the room to pick up the black plastic bag of stuff I had bought the other morning, I noticed she had lifted her head and was watching me. I brought my purchases over to the bed and tipped the bag over to empty it.

  “What is all that?” she asked.

  I held up some black rope. “This is a rope specifically made for tying someone up. It’s made of satin, so it won’t scratch the skin.” I walked over to the head of the bed and picked up one of her arms. When she didn’t pull away or object,
I said, “Let me demonstrate.” As I gently tied her wrist to the headboard, I asked, “Have you ever been tied up?”

  She nodded. “Once.”

  I paused, amazed. “Didn’t expect you to say that.” Olivia had some surprises apparently. I walked around to the other side and began working on the other arm. “Did you like it?”

  “Not really.” She raised a shoulder. “But I didn’t hate it. I just didn’t care for it.”

  “More indifferent?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Well, I’m going to make sure you love it.”

  She laughed. “You can try.”

  I laughed, too. I was going to do more than try.

  I got onto the bed and straddled her upper body. I took note of how close my dick was to her face, but it wasn’t the time for that. I needed her to feel safe with me first.

  I took each binding and waved the end of the rope, so she could see them. “If at any time this is too much for you and you can’t wait for me to free you, pull these, and it will release you. Okay?”

  She nodded.

  Seeing as she understood, I put each end in her hands and explained, “This way, you don’t have to search for them.”

  I got off the bed, and I thought she made a sound of disappointment.

  I smiled to myself. I was hoping she would appreciate the buildup.

  I went to my pile at the end of the bed. “Also, you need a safe word in case you want me to stop or help you.”

  “What’s the word?”

  “What do you want it to be? It has to be something we wouldn’t say during sex. Something like food or a random object.”

  She appeared to think on it. After a few seconds, she smiled. “Flynn Bass.”

  I started laughing. “That’s a good one. It will definitely be a what the fuck moment if I hear you say that. Flynn Bass it is.”

  I bent both of her legs as I knelt by her ass and splayed her wide.

  I liked the safe word, but I needed her to understand something. “For the record, Olivia, I know I like to joke a lot and have fun, but if you ever say another man’s name while you’re in my bed, neither of us is going to be happy. While you’re here with me, you’re mine. I don’t share. Is that understood?”

  I stared at her, waiting for her to answer. I needed her to know I was serious about this.

  She swallowed and nodded.

  I smiled. “Good.” I reached over to my pile and picked up two different items.

  “What are those?” she asked.

  I raised my right hand higher, so she could see better. “This one is for your clitoris. I know it’s hard for you to have an orgasm during sex because you need your clit stimulated. I want to work on your G-spot while I work your clit. The more you associate your G-spot pleasure with the pleasure you get from your clit, the more likely you can come from having sex with just my cock.”

  Her eyes enlarged. “Does that really work?”

  “Sometimes, yes, and sometimes, no.” I wanted to be honest. “But we’ll have fun trying. Unfortunately, it’s going to take more than a few days.” Days we didn’t have. “You can buy a vibrator for just your G-spot to keep working on it after you go back home, so you don’t lose any progress we make while together.”

  I didn’t like the thought of her using toys when I wouldn’t get to be there. I was already jealous, and it made me want to tell her I was going back with her, no matter what. But if she was out of harm’s way, I didn’t think she’d take too kindly to me invading her life or her space.

  “And the other one?” she asked.

  I held up my left arm. “This is an anal vibrator.”

  She raised her eyebrows and then wrinkled her nose.

  “Why?” was the only thing that came out of her mouth.

  I laughed again.

  “I know what butt plugs and anal beads are,” she explained. “But I’ve never heard of a vibrator for the ass.”

  “People use it for the same reason you’d put one in your vagina. Because it feels good.”

  “If you say so,” she said skeptically.

  I dropped my hands to my waist as a realization came to me. “Have you never had anal sex?”

  “No.”

  I tilted my head back and sighed as I focused my thoughts. When I looked at her again, I said, “Fuck, do I want to be your first.” I wanted it so badly.

  “What if you hurt me? You’re not small.”

  “I thank you for the kind words, but I would make sure you were very prepared. And we’d probably have to build up to my dick.” My erection jumped, and it was so hard, it ached. I shook my head rapidly. “I have to stop thinking about it, or I’m going to fricking come like a teenager all over your stomach.” I set the anal vibrator down. “We’ll save that one for later.”

  Hopefully, not too much later.

  28

  Olivia

  Tommy grabbed an empty pillow from beside my head and pushed it under my hips. I had to admit, I was very curious as to what he had planned for me and why I needed to be tied up for it.

  “Nervous?” he asked.

  “No. More like curious.”

  “Good.”

  He put down the other vibrator and climbed over me. First, he kissed me slow and deep while his hands roamed my body. I didn’t know how long this went on. Only that my lips were swollen, and I was feeling light-headed.

  He moved down south, kissing, licking, and sucking on each nipple. Several times, I tried to touch him, only to be stopped short by the ropes keeping me tied to the bed.

  “You’re doing that thing again,” I complained.

  He lifted his head. “What thing?”

  “The thing where you’re giving me all the pleasure. I want to make you feel good.”

  The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Oh, trust me. Seeing you lying here for me to feast on gives me great pleasure.”

  “I want to touch you.”

  “Soon.”

  Thomas Morelli was a lying liar because I did not get to touch him soon.

  When he was finished with my breasts, he kissed his way down my pelvis. He sucked on the inside of my thighs and had me squirming beneath him as he ignored my spread legs and what I was offering between them.

  Finally, he stopped messing around and turned his gaze to my center. He swiped his fingers over my lips and held up his hand. “You know, I actually bought lube, but I should have known it would be a waste of money. I have never seen another woman as wet as you.”

  I clicked my tongue, and he laughed.

  “That’s a fucking compliment, Liv.” He rubbed his fingers over my labia and circled my clit. “All this wetness…just for me.”

  Without warning, two fingers were pushed inside me, and I gasped.

  Tommy rubbed the anterior part of my vagina until he got to the spot that made me squirm. “Feel good?”

  “Yes.”

  “Think you can come this way?”

  I paused but shook my head. “No.”

  “Let’s find out, shall we?”

  He continued to work the spot, and it felt good, but I wasn’t going to have an orgasm. I was about to tell him the bad news when he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked.

  My back arched off the bed, and I pulled on my bindings. There was almost a freedom in being tied up. I could move as much as I wanted, and I knew that I wasn’t going anywhere.

  Tommy looked up and met my eyes. He didn’t turn away as he pushed the base of his tongue against my clit and rubbed.

  I had never had a guy make eye contact with me as they went down on me like this. It was sexy as hell.

  The tingling in my pelvis started, signaling that my orgasm was coming soon. I tried to give him a look that said, Don’t stop.

  Just when I was sure I was about to crash over the edge, he lifted his head. I was ready to cry out in defeat, but he jerked his fingers inside me up and down, and instead of igniting from my clit out, I exploded from my G-spot.

 
My whole body shook all the way to my fingers and toes.

  I gasped for air as waves upon waves of bliss washed over me.

  I was still twitching after a minute, but I had calmed down enough to gather my thoughts.

  Tommy sat up and knelt between my legs once more. “Let’s try that again, shall we?”

  I could feel my eyes widen. “I don’t think I can do that again.”

  He smiled. “Won’t know until you try.” He took himself in his hand and rubbed his cock all over my slit and then slowly sank inside me.

  “Oh God,” I said. With my hips at an angle, it was like he was touching all new corners of me that I hadn’t known existed.

  But most of all, I felt him touch my G-spot. It was sensitive, and while I couldn’t be sure, I swore it was swollen.

  “Fuck. For someone who just came, you sure are tight.”

  I clenched my muscles around him.

  “Hey. None of that. I have work to do.”

  I was about to ask him what when he grabbed the clit vibrator. I heard the hum of the motor as he turned it on. And when he put it between my legs, I would have bucked him off me if I wasn’t tied up or he were a weaker man.

  “Holy shit, I’m sensitive.” I was surprised since he had stopped touching me there before I had my orgasm.

  “I’ll put it on the lowest setting, but if it’s too much, let me know. And don’t forget the safe word.”

  I nodded.

  This time, I was prepared, and even though it was still a jolt to the system, I managed to stay in one place.

  Tommy began thrusting as he rubbed the vibrator on me. His movements were slow and unhurried at first. But as my arousal was climbing again, he picked up his speed. After several minutes, I made plans to steal the vibrator from him if he didn’t give it to me.

  But like before, when I was on the edge of coming, he turned off the vibrator and threw it across the room. He grabbed on to my hips and literally slid me across his cock over and over again.

  And when I actually felt pain deep inside of me, an orgasm roared toward me like a freight train. I was only aware of the white-hot feeling that flushed over my body, and then everything went black.