by B. B. Hamel
“Let me go, you prick!” Marla screamed.
I stood up slowly, catching my breath. I ached in a hundred places, but I was okay otherwise.
“You good?” Cole asked me, holding Marla while she struggled.
“I’m good.”
There wasn’t anybody around, which was damn lucky, because I was pretty sure it looked like we were abducting the poor girl. Actually, was that what we were doing?
“Cole, let’s go into the alley.”
He nodded and carried Marla back toward the fire escape and away from the sidewalk.
We stopped near some dumpsters.
“Can I put you down?” Cole asked Marla.
She sighed and went limp. “Fine.”
He let her down softly. She looked like she wanted to bolt but thought better of it.
“Well?” Cole asked.
“It wasn’t my idea!” she said instantly, her eyes wide.
He gave me a look and I shook my head. “What wasn’t, Marla?” I asked her.
“The pictures.”
Cole looked smug, and I felt my heart skip a beat. “You took them?” he asked.
“Of you two kissing, yeah,” she said. “Isn’t that why you’re here?”
“It is,” Cole said, “but we weren’t sure you actually did it.”
“Shit,” she said.
“Where are they, Marla?” I asked her.
“I don’t know.”
“You know this shit can ruin my whole family’s life, right?” Cole growled at her. “I don’t like when people fuck with my family.”
“I know,” she said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know who they were when I took the job.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked her. “Who hired you?”
She held up her hands. “Look, she said it was just a normal job. I take a few pictures of the rich San Fran elite, I get paid like normal.”
“So why are you afraid, then?” Cole asked. “You seem to know about the blackmail.”
Marla nodded. “I overheard her on the phone after I made the drop. I didn’t mean to. I went into the bathroom and she just made the call. I guess she forgot I was listening?”
“What did she say?
“Just that they were going to send the letter soon and now that they had pictures, they could finally destroy your family, or whatever. I put two and two together.”
“Who is she, Marla?” Cole cut in.
Marla cocked her head. “You really don’t know?”
“Tell us,” he growled.
“I don’t know her name,” Marla said quickly, “and I don’t know who she’s working with, but I’ve seen her hovering around Mrs. Redson. A little shrill, blond, stuck up.”
My heart nearly stopped. I looked at Cole. “Madison.”
He looked like he had come to the same conclusion.
“Yeah. Her assistant, I think,” Marla said.
“Are you sure about that?” Cole asked.
“Man, it’s my job to know these people. That’s why I get paid so much.” She looked afraid, and she went on quickly. “But I don’t do blackmail. You have to believe me! I’ve been hiding out ever since I found out what they were doing.”
Cole stared at her seriously for a second, and I put my hand on his arm.
“Cole,” I said softly, “I think she’s telling the truth.”
He nodded slowly. “She better be,” he growled. “Or else I’ll be back.”
Marla squeaked. “I’m not lying!”
Cole stepped away, moving back toward the sidewalk. Marla relaxed visibly, clearly scared shitless of Cole. I didn’t blame her; Cole could be terrifying, all muscle and intensity. I was even a little frightened of him at the moment even though I knew he would never hurt me.
“Listen, Marla,” I said softly, “do you know anything else that can help us?”
“No. I’m sorry. I don’t even know who she works with.”
“Okay.” I sighed. “We’re sorry about the doors, and about chasing you.”
“So, uh, you’re not going to call the cops on me?”
I choked back the desire to laugh as I realized that Marla thought we were going to have her arrested. She was probably terrified that she was going to get caught up in a blackmail case, and she probably thought she was going to go to jail for it.
“No,” I said. “You’re fine. Just lie low for a little while, okay?”
“Sure, yeah. I can do that.”
“Thanks, Marla.”
She nodded like a frightened squirrel. I smiled at her gently and then turned and walked away.
My mind was buzzing with all of this. I found Cole standing against the car, shaking his head and grinning at me.
“I can’t believe that worked,” he said.
I gaped at him. That arrogant bastard! “You mean you weren’t sure,” I said, incredulously.
“Hell no,” he replied. “We broke into that girl’s apartment. That shit’s insane.”
“Isn’t that what you did to the paparazzi guy?”
“He’s different. He’s a professional. Probably gets that all the time. This is some normal-ass girl we’re talking about.”
“Fortunately for us, she thinks she’s in trouble for the blackmail stuff. So I think we’re calling it even.”
Cole grunted and nodded. I leaned up against the car next to him.
“Your mom’s assistant,” I said softly.
“Can’t say I’m surprised.”
“Why?”
“She’s Cindy Redson. She hires the most intense and ruthless people she can find.” He looked at me and grinned. “You know, people just like her.”
I laughed as we climbed back into the car. The nightmare wasn’t over, but we knew who it was.
There was a lot more work to do, and a bunch of divorce papers I still needed signed, despite all the insanity that had distracted me from that.
But for the first time since we had gotten the blackmail letter, I felt confident. I felt safe.
Because Cole was driving.
14
Cole
I followed Alexa back into the house, my mind a rush of anger.
The more I thought about it, the more it bothered me. At first it almost seemed funny, but it was definitely anything but. Of all the people I thought it might be, I never would have expected one of my mother’s employees. True, she tended to hire pretty intense and ruthless humans, but I never thought they’d go after their boss’s children.
That took a particularly fucked up asshole. Unfortunately, I never paid my mother’s business one bit of attention, so I didn’t know a thing about this assistant. But if I had to guess, she would probably be just like a miniature version of Cindy, except young and ambitious.
Maybe she thought that blackmailing the two of us could somehow lead to her advancement in the company. Or maybe she just wanted the money and would quit once she got it.
But none of that made sense. She was only asking for a few thousand dollars and nothing more. She could have planned to push for more money, but why not go for a higher number from the start?
It just made no damn sense. I knew I was missing something, and it was right out of my grasp. I was so close to it and yet so damn far away.
I was pissed. I knew I wasn’t in a good place to mess around with Alexa, and so instead of following her upstairs, I went down into the basement to do another workout.
I settled right into my workout routine as soon as I got down there, not wasting any time. The whole blackmail thing, along with wanting to fuck my stepsister slash wife more than anything else, were all combining to keep my mind off my game. And I needed my mind on fighting now more than ever.
If I was going to fight Trent and win, I couldn’t have any distractions. It was the most dangerous fight of my life, and one single slip would ruin it for me. But it wasn’t like I could just turn my back on Alexa, even if I was that type of shithead. Despite everything about me, I kept thinking about being marrie
d to her.
I didn’t think it would matter, not at first. It was just a stupid game, after all, a way to fuck with my frustratingly hot stepsister. But as the days wore on and we got further and further tangled together, I found myself liking that we were married. Not in some lame, lovey-dovey, pathetic way, but it made our bond that much stronger. I didn’t want a wife or a real marriage, but whatever we had going on made our bond a little bit more interesting, more exciting.
I had worked up a decent sweat by the time Alexa came down the steps. She stood against the wall with her arms crossed, staring at me. Eventually I stopped my reps, taking a drink of water. She was wearing a thin white T-shirt, and I could have sworn I saw her nipples poking out slightly underneath the cotton fabric.
“Wife,” I said to her. “What can I do for you?”
“Just wondering how you were doing.”
“I’m fine.”
She nodded, looking away. “Crazy day.”
“You’re not kidding.”
“We broke into some girl’s apartment. Almost got her killed chasing her down a fire escape.”
I laughed, smirking at her. She could be so damn shy sometimes, avoiding looking at me. Just to mess with her, I decided to peel my slightly damn shirt off and toss it aside. Her eyes widened ever so slightly.
There you go, sis, I thought to myself. Get a good look.
“Actually, it was me that almost got killed,” I said.
“Whatever. I told you not to follow her.”
“I distinctly remember you encouraging it all.”
“That’s definitely not true.”
I shook my head, grinning at her as I walked closer. “I’m pretty sure you were rooting me on, practically cheering.”
“Put your shirt back on,” she mumbled.
I stopped less than a foot away from her. “Why? What do you care?”
“I don’t. And I wasn’t cheering you on. I was afraid you were going to kill the poor girl.”
I shook my head. “What kind of psycho do you think I am?”
“The kind that kicks in doors?”
“Okay. Fair enough. But I don’t hurt girls, and I’m not going to say that again.”
I moved even closer to her, feeling my cock straining against my shorts. Her breath came deep, and I stared as her tits lifted up along with her chest. There was definitely a hint of nipples, and I was positive she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Okay, fine,” she said. “You don’t hurt girls. I get it.”
“Look at this,” I said, stopping inches away. “Are you trying to tempt me?”
“What?” she asked, confused.
“You come down here all innocent, acting like you want to chat, when really you’re not wearing a bra, and I bet you’re not wearing panties.”
“I am too wearing panties,” she said defensively.
“But no bra. Look at that.”
Not thinking, I reached up and took a handful of her hair, tipping her head back, my body close enough to graze hers.
“Cole,” she gasped. “Our parents.”
“Gone for the weekend. You know that.” I reached up and cupped one full breast, feeling her hard nipple.
She gasped and let out a low moan.
“I knew it,” I said. “You didn’t come down here to talk. You came down here to get fucked.”
“No,” she said.
My lips gently grazed her neck, and I felt a thrill run though my body. My cock was screaming to break free of my shorts, and every fiber of my being wanted to throw her to the ground and fuck her brains out.
But not yet.
“Okay then,” I whispered as my lips moved up her neck and toward her ear. “Why are you moaning like all you want is my thick cock between your legs?”
“I’m not,” she replied, and I laughed.
“You are. All I need to do is touch you and you’re practically shaking.” My hand that was cupping her tits slowly slid down her front, slipping down her tiny cotton shorts.
I nearly laughed out loud.
“You little slut,” I whispered into her ear. “You really aren’t wearing panties.”
I began to touch her soaked clit, rolling it in circles.
“Shit, Cole,” she gasped. “Okay, I’m not wearing panties.”
“You want it. Say you want me to fuck you right here.”
“No. I won’t.”
“You won’t say it? But you want it. I can tell by the way you’re panting, by how fucking slick your pussy is already.”
I began to kiss her neck softly as I worked her clit.
“Just a mistake,” she managed to say between moans. “Confused. Excited from earlier.”
“You’re certainly excited, but I think it’s because of me. You want me to fuck you deep and rough right here on the floor. And believe me, Alex, I’ve been thinking about this tight fucking pussy of yours every single day.”
As I spoke to her softly in her ear, I stroked my fingers in and out of her soaked pussy, loving the feeling of her tight cunt and slick juices. I rolled up along her clit and back inside her, causing her muscles to tense and writhe.
“I want to feel those lips wrap around my cock like back in the dressing room. But this time I won’t come in that pretty mouth.”
I rolled my fingers and she gasped my name, driving me fucking crazy.
“I’ll spread your legs nice and wide, turn you around, take your hips, and slip my thick cock deep inside you. I’ll tell you how badly you need my cock as I fuck you rough and slow.”
She grasped on to my biceps as I began to stroke her with my fingers, sliding in and out, working her a bit faster, a bit harder. Her breath was coming in ragged and deep, soft moans escaping her lips, and the tension between us was like a fucking atom bomb.
“And as you back your little pussy back up along my hard shaft, sliding your slick little cunt up and down my length, I’ll pull your hair until you scream my name and beg me to let you come.”
I could feel a shiver run through her as I focused on her clit, rolling and running my rough fingers around her spot. “Cole,” she moaned.
“Is that what you want?” I whispered.
“Fuck. Cole. I’m so close,” she gasped.
And then I stopped, pulling my fingers from her shorts.
She stared at me like I had just murdered a puppy. “Don’t stop!”
I put one finger in my mouth, tasting her, and smirked. “Say you want me to fuck you.”
She pushed my chest. “No way.”
I laughed, coming back against her, smashing my body against hers. She gasped as she felt my hard cock press against her soaking spot.
“Say it,” I whispered in her ear.
“Fuck me,” she whispered back.
Without another word, I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her into the air. I practically carried her over to the soft exercise mat I had cleaned a few hours earlier but hadn’t used yet. I laid her down and pulled off her shorts, diving my face down between her legs.
She moaned loudly and freely as I ate her delicious little pussy, my tongue and teeth working her soaked spot. I reached up and grabbed her breasts as I pushed my tongue inside her pussy, rolling up along her clit and back down.
As I got her to the point where she couldn’t make words anymore, I pulled back. She came up at me and threw her body at me, pinning me down to the ground, grinding her soaked pussy against my hard dick. She kissed me hard, her tongue furious in my mouth, and I kissed her back. She reached down and slipped her hand under my shorts, grabbing my cock and slowly rolling her hand down my length.
She jerked me like that, using my pre-cum to move faster. I tore her shirt off and cupper her incredible breasts, kissing her neck and teasing her nipples and she jerked me.
“God I’ve wanted this body for so fucking long,” I whispered in her ear.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said back. “I need you to fuck me.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
“I need this big cock inside me.”
I grinned at her. “Finally using the right word.”
She pouted, but I didn’t let her say anything as I crushed her mouth with my lips. She continued working my shaft, working my cock with her hand, as we pressed our bodies together.
I rolled my shorts off and yanked her ass up toward me, lying back down on the mat. She gasped as I began to suck at her clit again, and she got the idea. Her mouth began to work my cock as I sucked her little pussy, licking her clit and sliding my tongue deep inside her.
I could feel every inch of my body pulsing as she sucked on the tip of my cock, her hand working it, but she was too busy moaning to take it all. I loved feeling her moan on my hard dick, trying to suck that cock but too busy loving my tongue on her clit to do much. There was nothing better than pushing her past where she thought she could go and then making it better, taking her further.
Finally, when I couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed her hips off me and slid away. She looked at me, gasping, her full lips pouty and open.
“Stay there,” I said as I went to my gym bag. I fished around in a pocket until I found my condom stash.
I walked over to her, my cock rock hard, completely naked. She got onto her knees and stared at me expectantly, and that look drove me wild. It said everything, proved how badly she wanted it, proved how badly she needed me to fuck her rough and take her body.
“Turn around,” I said as I ripped open the condom. She obeyed, turning, showing me her back.
I laughed and pushed her over onto all fours. I rolled the condom over my cock and grabbed her hips, rubbing her pussy with one hand.
“Fuck, Cole,” she groaned.
“Because you’ve been such a nice little slut, I’m going to give you what you want,” I said.
“Fuck me. I can’t wait anymore.”
I grabbed her hips and pressed my cock against her soaked entrance. Slowly, incredibly, I sank myself deep inside her.
It was fucking amazing.
Tight, warm, slick, and more. She put her face down onto the mat and gasped as I began to stroke in and out of her, my cock thick and full, filling her up.
“Oh my god, Cole!” she gasped. “I didn’t even think—”