“I'm going to make you come so hard, I want to taste you when you do.” His lips were already moving down my stomach, and he moved himself in between my legs. Shifting until I was at the edge of the bed and he was on his knees on the floor in front of me, never taking his lips off of somewhere on my skin, Cole moved one of my legs so it was hanging over his shoulder.
I yelled out in pleasure as his mouth came down on me. Slowly he started his advance on my body, his tongue licking me delicately, and I heard a loud moan come from him as he tasted me for the first time. “Oh, pretty girl, you taste so fucking good.” Cole moved his tongue over my swollen bud as his fingers moved back inside me.
Threading my fingers in his hair I pulled him to me a little more. “That's right, tell me what you want. Anything you want, Kahlen, forever.” I groaned from his touch but also his words.
“Your tongue, Cole. Please.” I felt him pushing my body higher and closer to release.
“My tongue what?” But he knew what I wanted and he gave it to me. Cole's fingers moved out of me as his tongue slid in. I pulled his head against me as I arched into him, and within seconds I was screaming his name, begging him not to stop, not to ever stop. Cole languidly licked over my oversensitive area, moaning every time he sucked my taste into his mouth.
Pulling my naked body back up the bed, he curled his arms around me. “Best oral ever, pretty girl.” I knew he had a huge smile on his face, his dimple showing, proud that he'd been the first man ever to go down on me. But maybe even more proud that he got me to scream his name as loud as I did. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Cole, so much. But I really need to go to the bathroom and I want the sheet.” I started tugging on the sheet because I had no idea where he'd thrown my shirt to and I seriously felt like I was going to pee myself. He laughed loudly telling me there was no way, and to walk my sexy naked ass over to the bathroom. Worried I would pee on the floor like a new puppy, I quickly hopped out of bed and ran over to the bathroom, Cole's deep laugh filling the room.
I took deep breaths at the door telling myself I did not need to run and dive into the bed. Cole was my boyfriend, I should be able to be naked in front of him, especially if I was letting him do the things to my body that he was. Slowly I opened the door, and peeked around to find him staring right at me.
“Okay, okay.” Shaking my head, I stepped out and walked toward the bed not breaking his gaze. Surprisingly looking deep in his eyes helped, it made me feel confident to see the want, the love, and the passion he felt for me reflected there.
“You're so sexy,” he almost groaned out, and I felt bad. I knew what guys went through, not personally obviously but I had heard, when they were turned on with no release. He pulled my naked body down to his, kissing me lightly on the tip of my nose. “We get to lay here for about another, oh five minutes or so, then you'll have like two minutes to throw clothes on before Emma and Becca show up here.”
“What?” I shot straight up in the bed, not even giving my naked chest a second thought. Cole chuckled at me, telling me Emma had called while I was in the bathroom and told him he wasn't playing nice because he didn't know how to share. That definitely sounded like Emma, I had to laugh. “Wait, no cussing? Or are you leaving that out on purpose?”
“Oh there was definitely cussing. Went something like, 'I don't care if you have her tied to your bed getting ready to fuck her ten ways til Sunday asshole. She's my best friend and you're going to let her come out to play today since everything yesterday went to shit with our girls' day. You have ten minutes to give her the best O of her life or I'm breaking down the fucking door.', and then she hung up on me.” He laughed so loud, but I was picking my jaw up off the floor.
“Shit,” I exclaimed as I threw my hands up over my mouth.
“What?” He asked somewhat leery.
“Shit,” I shook my head. “Cole, I was so excited to get over here and see you last night that I forgot to tell you,” my voice trailed off. I had officially ruined our time together, I knew it. He was going to think I didn't tell him because I was trying to keep something from him.
“I know, Brandon's back. Jax called me the second he went into his room and told me you were at their place with Brandon. And don't be mad at Jax either, I would have beat the shit out of him if I found out you were in that situation and he didn't call me to tell me.”
“You're not mad then?”
“No, pretty girl, I'm not mad. You came to me, right? I knew if he ever showed back up that you'd have to talk to him. I was always unsure of whether or not you'd come back to me.” He pulled me to him kissing me with every ounce of passion and love he felt for me, and I relished in it. “Now get your clothes on. I might be willing to share time, but I'm not willing to let anyone else see you naked, not even another girl.
I laughed at him and pulled my underwear, bra, and shorts on. “Can I,” I pointed to his dresser, and he nodded. I picked one of the shirts that looked the smallest and pulled it over my head. Sweeping my long hair up into a messy bun, I slipped my sandals on. “Um, you better put something on too, I share your sentiment about anyone other than me getting to ogle your nakedness. Girls already undress you with their eyes, I don't need to help them along.
Jumping out of bed he smacked my ass and grabbed a shirt just as a knock that sounded more like a sledgehammer sounded on his door. Cole opened the door and Emma and Becca stood there, Emma's eyes locked on mine a knowing look in her eyes as she smirked. “You, bitch! You did not give up your vcard that fast did you? Because you sure as shit look worked the hell over in the best way, you're all glowing and shit.”
My face heated a hundred times hotter than the sun I swear. “Emma,” I yelled. My best friend had no filter, and while usually that was a good thing, well, it just embarrassed me today. She smacked Cole on the chest telling him good job as she grabbed my hand pulling me out the front door.
“I'll return your wife around dinner time. Thanks for sharing,” she called over her shoulder as we made our way down the steps and around the side of the building. I pouted a little as we got into the car. “What's wrong with you?”
“You didn't even let her kiss him goodbye, Emma. If I was her and I had that to kiss on, I'd sure be upset if I didn't take advantage.” Becca seemed more reserved than Emma, but I liked her already. She could tell how much Cole meant to me, and I knew I wouldn't have to worry about her trying to make a play for my boyfriend.
“Whatever, you'll both live. Now, let's go pick Kay out some sexy crotch less panties to put to good use!” She said laughing loudly, knowing exactly what to say to embarrass the hell out of me. “And just for the record, you really do look like he.”
“Emma! Oh my gosh, we did not have sex, okay!” Emma and Becca laughed so hard they were almost crying. We pulled up to a lingerie store and I shook my head in protest, I really thought she was joking when she had made that comment, but she wasn't taking no for an answer. Inside the store she picked out all sorts of things telling me Cole would be eating out of the palm of my hand when he saw me in these.
My stomach growled so loud the cashier laughed. I told Emma she needed to feed me as soon as we were done checking out, and she obliged. Sitting in the most loved Mexican food restaurant on campus, I inhaled the chips and salsa I was so hungry.
As we waited for our food I noticed a guy sitting at the bar who kept glancing our way. He looked a little like a creeper, but as long as he stayed where he was it didn't matter. Our food came out quickly, and I forgot all about the guy until all of a sudden he came and stood next to the table.
“You girls from around here?” He stumbled over his words glancing between the three of us, but his eyes pausing on me a little longer than the others. I knew the signs, had seen them over and over again over the last few years, he was on something.
Becca who was too nice for her own good, and who also had no idea of my past let alone the importance of keeping it quiet, told the man that she and Emma were, but
I'd moved here a few months ago from Arizona or something. She laughed because she didn't really know where I'd moved from, just that it was on the other side of the continental United States. Unfortunately she was closer than she might think.
The guy's eyes flicked to mine briefly before turning back to Becca and asking if either her or Emma knew where this one building on campus was because he was supposed to be meeting someone there who owed him money. Now that story I believed.
Becca told him how to get where he needed to go, and he thanked her and walked down the hallway that would take him to the bathroom. “Well, that was weird,” Emma started. “Did you see the way he was looking at you?” She asked me and I nodded slowly. “Do you know him?” Part of me thought I did, but there was just no way. Everyone I would know did not live here, I made sure of that in moving so far away. I told her I didn't and we shrugged it off as he walked out from the hallway bathroom and out the front door.
“So I heard you and Brandon had a heart to heart. He said you told him you guys could only be friends before he ever brought up how he felt about it all. I'm proud of you, Kahlen.” She gave a big smile, Becca had a look on her face that let us know she was clearly confused, but she wasn't the type to butt into someone's conversation. I also didn't feel close enough to her to go into detail about everything yet, so we just left it at that.
“I have to head out, I work tonight,” Becca pulled her face into a frown. “You guys ready?” I told them I needed to go to the bathroom, so they said they'd get the bill and meet me out at the car. I nodded and headed down the hallway as they handed the cash to the waitress.
Chapter 22
Washing my hands, I heard my phone beep at me from my back pocket. I rolled my eyes thinking Emma was probably texting me to hurry up because she was tired of waiting. I hoped it was Cole telling me to come over soon, or that he'd meet me at my place. Drying my hands and leaving the bathroom, I went to grab my phone out.
Two strong hands grabbed me from behind. I went to scream, but one hand slapped so hard over my mouth it brought tears to my eyes.
I felt something sharp poke into my back and I screamed out into the palm of whoever was holding me. “You make one fucking move you little whore and I'll slit your fucking throat,” shivers ran down my spine, vomit burning in my throat. “Did you really think they wouldn't send someone after you when you ran your mouth about the shit they did to you?”
I couldn't even remember to breathe let alone come to a concrete understanding of what he meant. The air was coming in struggled breaths on its own because I was panicking, then add in the person's hand over my mouth and I was damn near suffocating. My vision swam hazily, but I knew I needed to fight even if it killed me.
The guy started to drag me backwards and I fought to get away. I stomped down on his foot and quickly rammed my elbow into his ribs. It startled him, but did nothing to slack the hold he had, which only made me positive he'd had enough experience doing this sort of thing to know what to be prepared for.
A burning sensation made its way down a small part of my back, and then pain shot through the area. Being pulled backward my feet weren't really staying underneath me, and I kept falling to which he would pull my hair to get me to right myself again quickly.
With the knife to my throat he told me he'd kill me if I so much as breathed, and then he tied something over the top half of my face, I couldn't see anything. I heard the door open then he dragged me backwards quickly, again using my hair to keep me on my feet. I slammed against what felt like the side of a car, the knife pushing up against my throat. I was sure the warmth I felt on my neck was blood because every time I swallowed, or moved my neck too much while breathing, it felt like I was getting a cut.
Taking his hand off my mouth, telling me if I screamed he'd kill me, he shoved me into the vehicle. I took my chance, “Who did I tell what to? I don't even know what you're talking about,” I whispered trying not to piss him off.
“You told someone at a hospital what'd happened to you. Either that or they took it upon themselves to notify Child Protective Services for some reason. The CPS here turned around and notified CPS in Clark County. Couple days ago they came and arrested your parents.” I couldn't say I was sad to hear. I hoped they were still rotting away in prison.
“They aren't my parents. They are low life drug addicts who thought putting a young girl out as bait would bring in more business.” His hand smacked across my face so fast and rock hard my head snapped the other direction. The metallic taste of blood assaulted my mouth, and I spit on the floor of the car.
“I don't give a shit what you think of them. They hired me to find you and do a job, all the other bullshit I don't care about. Soon enough the local authorities would have told you to come in and give a statement about what you'd gone through. Eventually you may have even been told to fly back to Vegas to identify them and testify. They know they can't let that happen. So,” I imagined him shrugging, his smile, rotted teeth, and the sores covering his face too close, and I leaned to where I thought would be out the door of the car in time to throw up on the ground.
He used rope to tie my wrists and ankles, then buckled the seat belt so tight I could barely breathe let alone move. Climbing into the car himself, the engine rumbling to life loudly, he pulled out probably staying on the back side of the restaurant using the ally that would never take us past the front of the building where Emma and Becca waited for me.
I still had my phone in my pocket, at least he wasn't too smart to take that away from me. Not like it mattered seeing as I couldn't use my hands. All I wanted to do was cry, or throw myself out of this moving vehicle, or anything. If I was going to die it wasn't going to be at the hands of this psychopath. Yet, I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything in this moment to save or hurt myself.
There had to be some way though. I was smart, I was stronger than almost anyone I knew, not physically but mentally, and I would just have to bide my time and keep myself alive until an opening came where I was able to get away.
All to soon we were slowing down and it felt like he pulled into a parking lot. He apparently already had a place ready for me, because he took the ropes off my wrists and ankles and moved me out of the car just a few feet. I heard him messing with the lock on a door. I still couldn't see, but I didn't hear anyone...no other cars, no talking, not a single noise. No one would know, I couldn't scream for help and have it matter even if I wanted to.
My hands were slick with sweat, and every single second I fought against the bile that rose up my throat. Shoving me onto what felt like a wooden chair, he secured my hands around the back with the rope again. Then he took my blind fold off, and I saw what I already assumed, the guy from inside the restaurant. I tried so fucking hard to keep my breathing regular, but I was losing the battle and spots were flooding my vision now. I couldn't lose consciousness, if I did I knew I'd be dead before I ever got the chance to open my eyes again.
So I thought about Cole. About how much I loved him, being in his arms, his acceptance of everything I was and am. If I died I would know what true love felt like. I hadn't known Cole for very long, but I felt like I'd know him forever. Past lives, current lives, and every lifetime to come...I would always find him, somehow some way, because that's the kind of love this was. The kind you fight to keep no matter what.
I'd get away from this asshole. Not because I cared whether or not my old guardians rotted in jail for the rest of their lives, even though I would make sure that happened too, but because there was no way I could leave Cole behind. I needed to love him every day for eternity, and it still wouldn't be enough. He still had to ask me to marry him, I still needed to carry his child and give him the boy he wanted, and he needed to know he was the best damn thing I never thought I ever wanted but now know I could never live without.
“Yeah, I got her,” the guy's voice pulled me back to the present. My head was clearer now though, my breathing more regular. Every time I threatened to go under I wo
uld take my mind to Cole and it would pull me through until I got out of this fucking nightmare of a situation. “She's alive. No. Yeah.” I couldn't pick anything out of the conversation because he was only answering questions, not actually saying anything. “Yeah fine, I can hold her til tomorrow. How'd she get out? That dirty bitch. Doesn't surprise me though. Too bad I don't get to have my fun.”
This guy seriously needed to die. His fun was either raping or killing me, and he was right about at least one of those things...he would not be having any fun raping me because I would die before that ever happened. Someone was coming though, someone who told him not to mess with me. A female obviously based off of him saying bitch.
The sinking feeling in my stomach drove into me like a ton of bricks. She was coming, Helen, my foster mom, was coming out here. Somehow she'd gotten out of jail and was coming to what, kill me herself? No that would be too nice. She was coming to take me back to Vegas, and this time I knew my fate wouldn't end how it had before. My body would be handed over willingly by her to those men. And if I showed up there she would force me to makeup some story to the police to not only get them off of any possible charges, but to make anything I could ever report going forward look unreputable.
I started dry heaving, but because my hands were tied behind my back around the chair I couldn't bend over. Tears polled in my eyes then ran down my face, my heart beating so fast I was sure you could see it from outside my chest. She was coming in twenty four hours. I had twenty four hours to get the fuck out of here.
Chapter 23
Cole
Normally I didn't work on Sundays, but I was doing a side job while my pretty girl was out with her friends to pass the time. I had pulled a car out to the front lot, my dad directing me to back into a specific space so the customer could pick it up first thing tomorrow, when I heard it. That sound of the power of an engine tearing down the road like someone was street racing, and fast.
Reckless Mind Page 19