Enemy Outside (Unseen Enemy Book 2)

by Marysol James

  She stared up at him, suddenly serious. “But do you do this a lot?”

  “What?” he asked.

  “This. Fool around with your clients.”

  “Oh, hey. No.” He shook his head. “Never. I’ve always kept it strictly professional. This, with you? It’s – it’s different.”

  “It is?”

  “Hell, yeah. From the beginning, it’s been different, and you know that, I think. It’s been personal with you, baby.” He stroked her cheek. “It’s been personal for me for a while.”

  “Yeah, for me too.” She skimmed over his chest again. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long…”

  “Well, now you can, sweetheart.” His eyes were hot. “Touch me. However you want to.”

  She smiled. “OK.” She kissed his chest. “You feel as good as I imagined… I just bet you’re this hard and huge everywhere, aren’t you?”

  He laughed as she echoed his own words back at him, but then Olivia totally surprised him by sliding off his body to the floor. She knelt in front of him, between his legs, and undid his belt.

  Dallas’ cock hardened again and she traced its outline against his jeans, feather-light touches that made him thrust his hips against them. He groaned and she gently pushed him back on to the bed. He leaned on his elbows, his huge chest heaving, watching her unzip him. She looked up at him, then tugged his jeans down his legs before running her hands over his length.

  Dallas held his breath as her fingers slid under the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts, slowly pulled them down. He lifted his lower body, helping her, and then he was free.

  He looked at her face, saw her eyes widen at his size. He was a big guy, and that meant everywhere, and some women had been a bit freaked out about it, at least at first. But Olivia just reached out and touched him; she took him in both hands, stroking up and down. She smiled at him.

  “I was right,” she said. “You are hard and huge everywhere, baby.”

  He barely had time to suck in air before her sweet mouth was on him, licking his cock, twirling her tongue over its salty tip. He gave a low cry and his hands went to her head, tangling in her hair. He fell back on the bed, his eyes shut tight, trying to stay in control.

  Olivia kissed and stroked him, listening to Dallas’ breathing get harder and harsher. She wanted him to beg her as she’d begged him, so she played with him, alternating firm licks and flicks with hot, soft kisses, until he was almost writhing under her.

  “Fuck, Olivia,” he said in that dark voice that she loved. “God… please, baby. Please…”

  Right away, she eased back and took him all the way in to her hot, sweet mouth. Dallas groaned as she slid up and down, pulling his cock deeper with every thrust. He fought to keep his hips still, but it was hell. All he wanted was to plunge between her lips, for her to suck him until he exploded.

  Olivia felt him shaking and she thrilled to have this huge, strong man moaning under her mouth, helplessly responding to her every touch. She angled her head to take him deeper and she opened her throat. He froze, his whole body getting ready to come, and he sat up again.

  “Olivia, stop,” he rasped. “Stop, baby… not like that. Not the first time with you.”

  She released him slowly, her lips mouthing kisses as she pulled back. He closed his eyes, his self-control almost gone. Then she was on her feet in front of him, her gorgeous body right there, and he reached for her. He flipped her on to the bed and covered her with his large frame. Their eyes met.

  “I’m going to make love to you now,” he said. “It’s going to be hard and fast... and you’re going to come screaming.”

  She arched up in to him. “Yes.”

  He rolled on the condom and she licked her lips, almost breathless at the thought of having that amazing cock inside her. He spread her thighs and touched her pussy again; it was wide open and wet, begging for him. In one movement, he thrust inside of her and she gave a small scream.

  “OK?” he asked. “Too much?”

  She shook her head. “No… not enough.” She wrapped her long legs around his waist and rose to meet him. “More.”

  He lowered his mouth to hers, slid his tongue between her lips. She kissed him back, her mouth demanding, and dug her fingers in to his back. Dallas started to plunge now, and like he’d promised her, it was hard and fast.

  They gripped each other, moving together over and over again. Dallas watched Olivia under him, loved how she clutched at him, listened to her moan his name. Olivia’s orgasm rose fast, faster than she’d ever known before. Her whole body went rigid as a sound of pleasure and desperation burst out of her throat.

  “Dallas,” she said. “I’m so close…oh, my God. Dallas…”

  At her words, a wave of ecstasy flooded him. His thrusts got wilder, faster, and Olivia hit the peak, hard. She screamed as she came, her body racked with tremors, screamed again. Her pussy muscles tightened on Dallas, a relentless hold and release and throbbing that started his own climax.

  He just let go now, just let his orgasm blast through him, out of him. He couldn’t think, couldn’t make a sound – all he could do was feel, and the waves of sensation were the most intense he’d ever known in the whole of his life.

  They lay together, shaking, drawing fast, shallow breaths. Dallas was still deep inside her and had no desire at all to withdraw from that hot, slick place that felt like heaven on earth. She was wrapped around him, her arms and legs still holding him tight, and she didn’t seem to be in a big rush to let him go. He smiled, ran his hands through her hair again.

  When Olivia started to cry, he wasn’t at all surprised. She’d been through a lot over the past week, and he knew that the shock of knowing that some stranger had been in her bedroom – yet again – was going to hit her sometime. He rolled off her now, pulling her in to his arms. He held her tight against him, murmured to her that she was safe.

  “I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he said. “I’m right here… you’re OK. Just let it out, just cry.”

  Her sobs and tears slowed and then stopped, and she cuddled closer to him. Dallas kissed her gently, wiped her tears with his fingers.

  “How you doing, Olivia?”

  “Better.” She gave him a trembling smile. “I just – I don’t know. I just suddenly felt overwhelmed.”

  “That’s OK, baby. Anybody would feel that way at this point.” He covered her with the blankets, kissed her again. “Be right back, OK?”

  She nodded sleepily and he smiled at her. God, she was going to crash hard and soon. He went in to the bathroom, and when he returned to the bed, she snuggled up against him.

  “I want to go get cleaned up, but I’m too tired,” she said.

  He laughed. “You want me to carry you?”

  “Hmmmm.” She seemed to be considering it. “No. I’ll manage somehow.”

  He watched her leave the room, loving the firm curves of her body. He heard the water running, sighed with pleasure as he remembered her slick arousal. She was so fucking amazing, and he just couldn’t believe that this had actually happened between them.

  Olivia crawled back in to his bed and made a small sound of contentment. He pulled her to his chest and she closed her eyes. In less than a minute, she was fast asleep.

  **

  Two hours later, Dallas carefully sat up, trying to not disturb Olivia. He wanted to stay right where he was, with her warm body curled up against his, but he was worried that he’d fall asleep. And no way he was going to do that – not with that fucker still out there somewhere.

  He slid out of his bed, retrieved his boxers and jeans. He picked up the gun and settled back in to the chair again; he watched Olivia sleeping, and a sense of contentment and completeness washed over him, amazing him with its sweetness. She was so gorgeous, inside and out, and he was sure he’d never stop being grateful that she wanted him too.
Dallas simply couldn’t believe that she had let him inside – in every sense of the word – and that she trusted him, looked to him to keep her safe.

  Dallas got to his feet quietly and left the room. He checked every window, peered out to see if anyone was watching his house. He stood totally still for several minutes, just listening to the street outside, trying to see if anything grabbed his attention as odd. So much of what he did was based on pure intuition, and he’d learned to trust his implicitly.

  All was silent and still, so he went back to the bedroom and looked out that window, too. Olivia stirred in the bed and moaned, and he turned and focused on her again. Her face wasn’t relaxed anymore, and his hands clenched. He wouldn’t be surprised at all if she had some bad dreams tonight.

  He sat in the chair and watched her closely. She twisted suddenly, her fingers tightening on the sheets. Before he could do more than get to his feet, she sat straight up with a gasp, her eyes flying open. She gave a sharp cry.

  “Hey,” Dallas said softly. “Hey, baby. I’m right here… it’s OK.”

  Her eyes turned to him, wide and frightened.

  He sat on the bed and held her. “Olivia? You awake, sweetheart?”

  She nodded, clutching his upper arms. “I dreamed about him… that he was watching me.”

  Dallas thought about his and Mark’s suspicions, and he dreaded the moment when he would have them confirmed. If and once they were, he knew he’d have to be the one to tell Olivia that her stalker had been hiding out in her home for what – days? weeks? months? – and watching her.

  The fucking violation would be huge, he knew, and her imagination was going to run wild: had the sick fuck watched her shower? Had he gone through her underwear? Had he slept in her bed when she was travelling? He had probably done all those things and more, Dallas knew. He didn’t even want to think about what those other things might include.

  He stroked her hair. “Shhhh, Olivia. He’s not here, he’s not anywhere close to you. You’re safe.”

  She took a deep breath, willed her body to relax. “I know.”

  They sat like that for several minutes, until she started to feel drowsy again. He felt her body slump a bit and he gently laid her down, then stretched out next to her. She sighed, her eyelids getting heavier, and she burrowed in to his naked chest.

  “I’m so tired,” she whispered.

  He kissed the top of her head. “Sleep, baby, just let yourself give over. I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to take care of you.”

  “Promise?” she said.

  “Promise.” He touched her cheek. “Sleep, Olivia.”

  And she did. He stayed awake for the whole rest of the night, holding her against him, just holding her close. Keeping her safe.

  Chapter Seven

  The next morning at just past six o’clock, Dallas stepped on to his front porch with a cup of coffee. He was groggy, but he’d stayed up all night many times for his job, and he knew that he’d be OK after two coffees.

  Maybe three today.

  Dean stared over at him in shock, his breath steaming in the morning cold.

  “What the hell are you doing home, man?” Dean asked. “I thought you were staying at Liv’s place until this whole thing was over. Does this mean it’s over?”

  Dallas shook his head. “Not even fucking close.”

  Dean studied his tense face. “C’mon over here. Talk to me.”

  “I can’t. I can’t leave her alone even for one second.”

  “She’s at your place?”

  “In my bed.”

  Dean grinned. “I feel like we’ve had this conversation before… Liv in your bed, you on the sofa.”

  Dallas shuffled his feet and Dean stared over at him.

  “Unless… unless this time she stayed over.” Dean grinned wider. “Did you finally make your move, man?”

  “Uh. Well. Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

  Dean launched himself over the porch railing then reached up to retrieve his coffee. “OK, I’m coming to you. I want an update.”

  Despite his worry and exhaustion, Dallas couldn’t keep the smile from crossing his own face. Dean clomped up the steps and stood there.

  “OK, Foreman,” he said. “Fill me in… what happened?”

  Dallas huffed. “You think I’m going to kiss and tell?”

  “I don’t mean about that,” Dean said. “That part’s between you and Liv, but let me just say how happy I am that you two finally got it together, because goddamn man, you took your sweet time. No, what I was asking about is the stalker. What happened that you guys are back here?”

  Dallas glanced over his shoulder. “OK, I’ll tell you. But this is between us for now, OK?”

  “Yeah.”

  Dallas told Dean about the gift and the photo, and Dean’s face went still and watchful. When he heard that the current working theory was that the twisted fuck had actually been hiding out in Liv’s house, he felt the rage start to build in his chest, threatening to cut off his air and take away all his ability to engage in rational and calm thought. He just wanted to beat the shit out of this guy.

  God, if I feel like this, how is Dallas holding it together?

  “And she doesn’t know?” Dean said quietly.

  “Not yet.” Dallas took a sip of coffee. “Mark and my team have been in her house all night, and he just texted me that he’s arranged for an infrared scanner to arrive at Olivia’s house late this morning. He also called in a few of our most trusted friends in the Denver PD. No way we’re handling this any farther on our own.”

  Dean nodded.

  “Once I’m sure that the guy’s been there this whole time – or at least part of the time – I’ll tell Olivia.” He sighed. “I can’t imagine how she’s going to react.”

  “Yeah. Me neither.”

  Dallas glanced at his watch. “Mark promised to be in touch by eleven o’clock, and the scanner should arrive about an hour later. I should know more in a few hours.”

  “What can I do?”

  Dallas looked up, touched. “Nothing right now. But I’ll let you know, OK?”

  “Sure.”

  “Thanks for asking, man.”

  Dean shook his head. “No problem. I adore Liv, as you should damn well know, and anything she needs, you just say the word. Consider it done.” He looked out at the quiet street. “I’ll keep an eye on your place for you, though, just to see if anybody’s hanging around.”

  Some of the tension went out of Dallas’ shoulders. “And how’s Emma doing? I feel bad that I haven’t been there for you guys lately.”

  Dean waved his hands. “Don’t you even think about that…Liv is your priority, and she should be. I’ve got Emma and we’re good.” He paused. “Two days ago, she had her first chemo session since the transplant.”

  “Fuck, yeah.” Dallas leaned against the railing, berating himself for having forgotten about that. “How was she after?”

  Dean sighed. “Sick as hell. She puked for a day straight, but she’s better. Still weak and shaky, but she’s getting some rest now.”

  “She eating?”

  “A bit yesterday. I’m hoping she’ll be better today.”

  “I’m sorry, Dean. I should have called and checked in.”

  “No, don’t worry. All Emma can talk about is Liv, I swear. She’s worried as hell, and just about the only thing that reassures her is that you’re involved. You just keep taking care of Olivia, OK? She’s your focus now. The rest of us? We’re cool.”

  Dallas nodded. “OK, I want to get back in and check on her.”

  “Yeah, I need to go see how Emma’s doing.”

  The two men looked at each other and grinned.

  “Fuck, man,” Dallas said. “Would you have believed even six months ago that we’d both have women in our beds that we give a good go
ddamn about? After all the years of one-nighters and morning-afters?”

  “Nope.” Dean picked up his empty coffee cup. “But I wouldn’t go back to the way it was six months ago. Not for anything.”

  Dallas thought about Olivia coming on top of him last night, her face alight with pleasure; he thought about how it had felt to be buried inside her sweet, hot body. He remembered how she had tasted, and all he wanted was to go to her right now and kiss her again.

  “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, me neither.”

  **

  Two hours later, Dallas’ cell buzzed as he was rinsing out his coffee cup. He picked it up.

  “What’s up, Selena?”

  “Fuck all, boss.” She sounded pissed off.

  “Nothing come up? All night?”

  “Nothing. The canvas was a total wash, and Howard and Jill and the gang can’t find any evidence of any kind of external tampering to the security system. Just – just nothing, Dallas. Nothing to explain how the system was hacked from outside.”

  He was silent. If his team wasn’t able to find anything, then there was simply nothing to find. That meant that he and Mark were probably right.

  “Selena,” he said quietly. “I need you to do two things for me, OK?”

  “Name them.”

  “First, I need you to tell Mark that the team needs to refocus. They need to check and see if our theory holds…. he’ll know what I mean.”

  Selena paused. “OK.”

  “Second, can you please bring Olivia some clothes and a coat? We hustled her out of there so fast last night, the woman doesn’t have anything to wear except what she was standing up in.”

  “No problem.”

  “Thanks.” He exhaled, hard. “Any word on where Castell was last night?”

  “Yeah, that’s the other thing that’s come to nothing – nobody can find the guy.”

  Dallas closed his eyes. “What?”

  “According to Nigel, Abe just fell off the planet a couple of days ago. They had an argument, apparently, and that was it. His phone’s been switched off, his boss says he hasn’t been at work, no activity on his credit cards or bank accounts.”