by Ryan Michele
“No, you own a bar,” she argued. I really didn’t think it would be this hard to convince her.
“I do that, too. But I’d always wanted to own one, so I did. It ended up being a great cover.”
“Really?” Her voice calmed as she stared at me. I loved seeing those beautiful blue-gray eyes of hers.
“Yeah. Really.” I began stroking her hair; it was so smooth and soft.
“So you know what I do for a living?” Vann’s cheeks blushed as she bit her bottom lip.
“Yep, and I gotta say, it’s hot.”
Vann smiled for the first time since I’d gotten here. “You don’t think it’s nerdy?”
“Vann, I’ve never thought of you as nerdy … ever.” Hell no, I couldn’t wait to read what she wrote.
Vann rolled her eyes. “That’s debatable.”
Letting that roll off my back, I moved forward, “Tell me what happened.”
“Deke,” she whispered, digging her face into my chest.
“Vann. Pretty soon Z’s gonna be here with a lot of cops. Ones that do not know I’m undercover. I need to know what happened.”
Vann’s body went rigid against mine. I wrapped my arms around her even tighter, as if holding her body from floating away. I needed to know what happened so I could rip this asshole apart.
Vann’s voice was barely a whisper. As she replayed the entire scene, the anger set in deep in my soul and all I wanted was to kill this asshole.
I didn’t think Vann’s body could get any stiffer, but it did. “What is it?”
“His blood. It’s on me.” Pushing me away, Vann scrambled to her feet running toward the bathroom. “I’ve gotta get it off!” She was in pure panic mode.
“I’ll help you get it off. Calm down.” Damn near sprinting to the shower, she turned it on full blast and began ripping her clothes off. I shucked my clothes off, too, jumping in right behind her.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked.
“Helping you. Relax.” I began rubbing shampoo into her hair, massaging as I went. I pulled her into the spray and watched the water turn from clear, to red, to clear again. I added conditioner and began to massage her head once again.
Watching the water run down her beautiful body was giving me a hard on that I couldn’t control. I didn’t want that from her, but damn if my body didn’t. Trying to conceal it would be no use. It was there in full force.
I rubbed the soap all over her body and washed her. Nothing I was doing was intended to be sexual, even though I loved touching every inch of her body.
Vann turned around staring at me, something flickering in her eyes. “Give me the soap.” I complied.
Vann began rubbing the soap up and down my body. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to turn me on, but she so fucking was. Every pass over my body sent electricity straight to my cock.
As Vann’s hands glided along my chest, I was about ready to lose my mind. As she began teasing my nipple, I stared at her. She looked up at me and whispered, “Please.” I nodded my head as she began to lick, nip, and suck on my nipples, pleasure surging through me.
Vann suddenly dropped down to her knees and mine about buckled. She took the soap and lathered up my cock, massaging every step of the way. I thought for sure I’d lose my load, but somehow hung on.
After rinsing me, her tongue reached out and licked the top seam of my cock, sending me into oblivion. I’d dreamt of having Vann on her knees in front of me, and this was better than every one of those dreams—like I’d gone to heaven.
12
Vann
I needed to taste him—roll him around on my tongue and send him to ultimate pleasure. Why? Don’t know. I needed him to make me forget.
I took Deke into my mouth. He was huge, but I made it work. I licked up and down, sucking the tip. I used my hand at his base, pumping as I sucked.
Reaching down, I began touching myself, slipping my fingers around my clit and in and out of my pussy. I never thought sucking Deke off would be such a turn on.
“Vann.” At his groan, my eyes fluttered to his. The lust found in them was undeniable. Deke grabbed under my arms and pulled me up.
His tongue thrusting inside my mouth muffled my protests. Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed him with everything I had. Every emotion, every bit of love and anger … everything, I poured into him.
Deke ripped his mouth away from mine. “Turn around.”
I did so quickly. I knew what was coming, and I needed it more than my next breath. I needed to feel alive … I needed Deke.
Placing my hands on the glass that encased the shower, I felt Deke move in behind me. After sweeping my hair to the side, Deke began kissing down my neck, shoulder, and back. A loud thud behind me had me turning.
“Look at the glass,” Deke ordered.
I was forced to only feel … and trust. Deke’s kisses trailed to the cheeks of my ass and down my legs. “Spread ‘em.”
Spreading my legs, Deke’s hands moved slowly up, sending tingles throughout my body. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed every second of his touch. Then, Deke’s head was between my legs, his tongue grazing over my clit, sending fire racing through every part of my body. I couldn’t help but gasp.
“Deke.” I heard the moan come out of my mouth before I could think. As his fingers began their assault on me, I lost it. “Deke, please.”
“Please what?”
“I want you in me.”
“I am in you.” His fingers continued to do wicked things to me, sending me close to the edge but not quite enough to free-fall.
“Deke,” I barked.
He laughed. “Hang on, baby. I’ll fix it.” I could feel his hard body behind me, his cock resting in the small of my ass, and I so badly wanted it inside of me. Deke’s hands went to my hips, spreading my legs unusually far.
With my hands still pinned to the glass, I tried to grip it but my fingers kept slipping. I felt Deke’s cock inch closer to my pussy only to have him pull away. I groaned in defeat. Deke tortured me this way for quite a few minutes, before finally plunging deep inside of me.
I screamed out. I was ready for him, but with his size the stretch caused a pleasure-pain mix sending me spiraling. Deke’s arm wrapped around my waist as he began pounding inside of me. Reaching around, he rubbed my clit and sent me into the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.
Deke released my waist, just as my knees decided to work again. He wrapped one of my legs around his hip, my foot rested on his ass, and interlaced his fingers with mine on the glass. He continued pumping inside me, sending me over again and again.
I felt Deke grow even larger inside of me. Releasing my hand, he started rubbing my clit, sending me into another wonderful orgasm as he released deep inside me.
Out of breath, Deke asked, “Vann?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t wear a condom.”
“Shit. I’m on the pill. You’re clean, right?”
“Yep. I’ve only not used a condom this time with you,” Deke said, wrapping his arms around my body as I released the glass and rested my head on his shoulder, Deke still inside of me.
“I’m clean,” I panted, out of breath. Not that any of this information would do us a damn bit of good now, we should have talked about this before the sex. “Thank you,” I whispered.
“For?”
“This.” My hand motioned to the shower.
“This. I’ll do anytime.”
“You know I can’t be that person for you.”
“I do.” Deke pulled out of my body, and I instantly felt the loss. I also felt the surge of his release running down my leg as the water pelted it away.
Turning to him, I asked, “You do?”
“Vann, let’s get you out and dried off. Z will be here soon.” Confusion set in. He knew I wasn’t the plaything he wanted, but look what did I the first chance I had … screwed him … in the shower. What a great way to prove that.
Deke turned off the water, stepped out o
f the shower, and grabbed towels. He wrapped one around his waist and then wrapped one around me.
“I can do it,” I said, batting his hands.
“I know you can. Let me take care of you.” I quit fighting as Deke patted down my entire body using the towel from the rack. He even began to dry my hair for me. I felt unbelievably pampered and cared for. Something I hadn’t ever felt before, which scared the living hell out of me.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Go get some clothes on. We’ll go out and see what’s going on out there,” he said, nudging me toward the closet.
Stopping, I turned to him. “I really don’t want to do this … tell it again.” Looking down at the tan carpet, I just wanted to disappear for a while—be someone else, somewhere else. The calmness from our sexual fun in the shower had vanished. Calm was nowhere in my realm now.
Deke wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me close to him. “You know I’m proud of you.” I stared up at him.
“What?”
“I am. You knew not to let him take you out of there, and you fought like hell. I’m proud of you.”
Feeling the flush on my face, one question stood out that I needed answered. “Why are you here?”
“Because I want to be. I’ve been trying to call you, but you don’t seem to want to answer, so coming by was my only option.” Feeling his strong exhale, he continued, “When Z called me and told me what happened, I couldn’t get here fast enough. I know I fucked up … can we talk about all that later? Just let me be here with you.”
I looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “You know I missed you,” I whispered.
“And I’m realizing the same.”
His words made me melt. “You know this conversation isn’t over … right?”
“You’re too stubborn to let it go.”
I smiled. “Damn straight.”
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know yet.” Deke kissed my forehead and released me. I wore my comfy sweatpants, pulling the bottom of the legs up to my knees and an old t-shirt. Deke went to a bag by the door and pulled out clothes.
“Why do you have a bag?” I thought it a bit odd that he had an extra change of clothes with him.
“I was at the gym when Z called, so I just grabbed my bag and left.” He shrugged, pulling on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. “I’ve gotta ask you a question.”
“Yeah.”
“You said something about a letter this asshole sent you. Where is it?”
I cringed. “I never got a letter, at least not that I know of. But I’ve been holed up here writing for the past few days and haven’t checked the mail.”
“We need to go check the mail.” Deke interlaced our fingers and began to lead us down to the kitchen. The voices coming through were all mumbled making it difficult to decipher who was who. Entering, all eyes shot to the two of us, making me feel a bit embarrassed.
Z had his arms wrapped around Sawyer, but as soon as she saw me, she broke free and came running right for me. Dropping Deke’s hand, I hugged her. “I’m so sorry, Vann.”
I pulled her so I could see the blank stare in her eyes. “Saw, you didn’t do anything wrong. There’s no reason for you to be sorry.”
“I should have gone back with you.” Sawyer’s eyes closed, but I grabbed her arms so she would have to look me in the eye.
“Then he would have hurt you.”
“He wouldn’t have come near you.” The pain laced in her voice was killing me.
“I’m sure he would have. This guy is not right in the head.”
Tears began to fall down Saw’s face. “I can’t believe someone tried to take you.”
“Me either.” I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly. “I’m okay. You’re okay. Let’s just see about getting this guy before something else happens.”
Saw nodded in my arms and pulled away. Z was right behind her, and Saw didn’t think twice to fall into his arms.
“You okay, Vann?” Z asked while rubbing Saw’s back.
“I really don’t know.” With my emotions and thoughts all over the place, it was the best answer I could give him. I felt Deke come up behind me and wrap his arms around me. I leaned back. As much as I needed him when we were kids, this was making up for it.
Deke cut in, “Where’s the mail?” He looked directly at Sawyer.
“On the island, why?”
“Be right back.” Deke kissed my temple and rushed over to the island, but grabbed a towel from the rack on the stove first. “Saw, you or Kinsley touch any of this?”
“Yeah. We went through it.”
“What’s going on, Deke?” Z cut in.
“The asshole got pissed at Vann because she didn’t respond to a letter. I need to see if it’s here.”
“Deke, how about you let the cops handle it,” Z growled.
Deke looked between all of us. “Damnit,” Z muttered, knowing he’d told me. “Look Vann, I need you to tell me exactly what happened.”
Moving to the island, I saw the mail sprawled everywhere. I knew better than to touch it. Deke was rummaging through it as if he owned the place.
“I’ll tell ya everything.” My eyes stayed focused on Deke.
“Here. This is it.” Deke held up a plain white envelope with the dishtowel wrapped around it. “You got gloves, Z?”
“Yeah.” Z reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of rubber gloves. Deke slipped them on his hands while I stood there nervous as shit about what was inside that little envelope.
Deke carefully opened the letter, and I swear you could’ve heard a pin drop the room got so damn quiet. As he unfolded the pages, I couldn’t stand it anymore. “So?”
Deke read through every word, his face growing tighter and red with anger. “Z.” It aggravated the piss out of me that he wasn’t talking to me.
Z released Sawyer and moved to stand beside Deke. As he read it, his face changed as well. “Would you two read it?” I snapped.
Deke and Z exchanged a look. “Vann, it’s detailed.”
“And the last ones weren’t?” Fury rolled off me. This was happening to me; I had a right to know what the hell it said.
“I’m not reading it out loud. Come here and take a look.” Deke’s voice was deep and rough, sending chills down my spine.
I knew I needed to read it. If I didn’t, it would haunt me.
“Don’t touch it, Vann,” Z bit out.
“I won’t.” Deke spread his legs where he sat on the stool, and I immediately walked between them. I needed to feel his heat—his strength.
My eyes fell to the paper, which was regular lined paper from a spiral notebook, torn out leaving the fray on the sides. The words were written in blue pen and looked like line after line of scribbles.
Gabriella … I mean Savannah,
Yes. I found out your real name: Savannah Marie Kelly. I’ve been searching for you every day since you left me in California. I know you love me, and we’re meant to be together. I’ve told you that before, and you need to listen to me.
I’ve been watching you here in Alabama, and I’m not happy about what I saw. You should be ashamed of yourself … out drinking and dancing with those men. You seem to forget that you are mine … ONLY MINE. None of those assholes will give you what I can.
I’m the only one who will fulfill all your fantasies. Every one of them. Every single word written in your books, I’ll fulfill.
Remember in Desires Above … the tub scene? I will do that for you. I will wash every part of your beautiful body. Then slide my hands between your thighs and play with that beautiful pussy of yours. I’ve seen it in some of the pictures I’ve taken from your window. I know it’s beautiful. I can’t wait to get my mouth on it.
Remember in Seduction Overload … the rope scene? Oh yeah. I’ve had dreams of that one. I’ll tie you up tight ... ‘til you scream, begging me to let you go, but I won’t. Then I’ll fuck the living shit out of you ‘til you can’t move.
Remember in Orgasms For All … the voyeur scene? Oh yeah. I’m all about others watching me fuck you. They would never be able to touch you, though. That’s the one fantasy of yours that I can’t allow. NO ONE WILL EVER TOUCH YOU BUT ME. But I could give two shits who watches. We can even have that asshole you were all over watch us. That would be hot.
Let’s just say I have a list of everything I want to do with you, to you, and for you. Everything will drive you crazy with desire. I guarantee it.
You need to do this the easy way. Meet me. Meet me on Monday night, 7 p.m. Have your bags packed, and we’ll get the hell out of here and finally be together.
I know you want this as much as I do. You had better be there … or else. Also, this letter had better never make it to the cops or those two pretty roommates you have will find some trouble.
I love you, Savannah.
Gary
My entire body began shaking. Deke wrapped his arms around me, holding tight. “He actually thought I would meet him and go away with him,” I whispered.
“Yeah. He did.”
“Why is he doing this?” I breathed in his leather scent trying to calm myself.
“In his mind, you’re his. But I’m here to remind you you’re not. You’re mine. Have been since we were kids.” The spark of hope lit up inside me pushed aside all the fear. Was this really going to happen?
13
Deke
Before I could filter my mouth, the words were out, but I didn’t want to take them back. Vann was mine. Mine to keep, protect, and cherish. God, I’d missed her.
Vann’s body began shaking as I held her close. I could feel her tears begin to wet my shirt making me hold on to her tighter. I realized in that moment that I would do anything to protect her.
“What the hell is going on here?” Kinsley’s loud voice busted in through the front door.
Sawyer ran up to her. “And what the hell is she doing in his arms?” she barked.
I couldn’t help myself. “It’s where she belongs.”
Kinsley rolled her eyes. “Vann. You okay?”