Enemy Outside (Unseen Enemy Book 2)

by Marysol James

  Because he may be at Olivia’s, hiding out, and now he’s stuck there with no escape. He may well be freaking out… and that makes him far more dangerous to everyone around him. Shit.

  “Does Mark know?”

  “I was about to call him.”

  “OK. Do that right now, please. And tell him to send Sully to Castell’s apartment to see if he’s there. If Castell doesn’t answer the door, Sully needs to get in and take a look around. You hear me?”

  She paused again. “You mean…get in however he has to?”

  “Yeah. Grease the superintendent’s palm, pick the lock, kick the fucking door down, I don’t give a damn. Just get in.”

  She was silent. In her year of working for Dallas, he’d never made such a request before, always working with the police and waiting for them to get search warrants.

  Dallas knows something more, and whatever the fuck it is, it’s serious.

  “Selena? If you’re not comfortable with passing this on, say so…”

  “No, boss. I’m fine with it. I know you’re telling Sully to do this for a good reason.”

  “I am.” He ran his hands through his hair. “And keep me in the loop, OK? Anything happens, Selena, you tell me. Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  He disconnected and walked down the hallway to his bedroom again. He looked in at Olivia, saw that she was still sleeping. Right away, he was reminded of that first morning that she’d stayed with him, when he’d had the wild urge to crawl in to bed beside her. When he’d longed to kiss her awake and make love to her.

  Well, now you can, man. What are you waiting for?

  He shed his clothes and slipped in to bed next to her. He pulled her naked body to his hard chest and she moaned as she felt his erection pressing in to the curve of her ass. She pushed back against it and he nibbled on her neck.

  “Open those gorgeous eyes, baby. I want to kiss you.”

  Olivia smiled. “I hope you want to do more than that…”

  Dallas ran his hands down her back, over her butt, between her legs. She gasped as his fingers found her pussy and started stroking her from behind. He kissed her shoulders, felt her body heat up under his hands and mouth.

  Gently, he turned her over to face him. Dallas’ fingers returned to her lower lips, stroking and pressing. Her back arched.

  “You know what I want to do to you?” he asked.

  She shook her head and grinned. “Not specifically, but I can probably guess the generalities.”

  “Well, ain’t you sassy, darlin’?” he drawled at her.

  “Sometimes.”

  “Huh.”

  “So, what do you want to do to me?” she reminded him.

  “I want to taste you properly.” He lowered his head and nipped her mouth. “Last night I just got a teaser… but I want to put my lips on your pussy, Olivia. Make you come like that.”

  She gasped. “Oh, God. I want you to.”

  He kissed his way down her body slowly, taking his time, making her wait for it. He worshipped her curves, ran his lips and tongue over her smooth skin. His fingers ran over every inch of her, tracing her shoulders, her breasts, her hips. When he finally settled between her thighs, she was almost halfway to orgasm already. Dallas’ tongue found her hot centre and he licked the length of her before lapping at her clit in long, slow strokes that made her whole body tremble and twist under him.

  “Dallas… oh, my God. Please …”

  He ran his tongue over her hard nub again, felt her whole body tense. He touched her slick entrance now, slid his finger inside easily. Slowly, he moved his finger deeper and sucked on her hard bundle of nerves. Her pussy pressed and released on his finger, her clit swelled and expanded under his lips.

  Dallas felt her body tightening and tensing, and he looked up at her. “You’re close, baby… you’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she groaned, her head pressed back in to the pillow. “I’m going to come…”

  “For me.”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “For you, Dallas.”

  “That’s my girl,” he said and lowered his dark head again. She clutched the sheets in her fists, opened her legs wider to his probing mouth. She felt the wave building and growing, the pressure increasing. He took her entire clit in to his mouth and sucked hard, and that was all it took. Her body exploded and Olivia thought she’d be washed away by the intensity of it as she shook wildly. She gave a final cry, a last shudder, and she lay limp on the bed, her pussy still contracting.

  Dallas wiped his mouth on the sheets and rose up on her trembling body right away. He took her in to his arms, kissing her forehead, brushing her hair back off her face. Her eyes were bright as she gazed up at him, sated and flushed. He thought he’d never seen her so fucking gorgeous.

  “Goddamn, Olivia,” he said. “You taste like heaven, sweetheart.”

  “I do?”

  “Oh, yeah,” he said, tracing her lips with his thumb. “Sweet and hot and perfect. And if I recall correctly, being inside of you feels like heaven.”

  She smiled at him. “Want to go back to heaven, babe?”

  “You know I do.”

  Dallas pulled her up until she sat on his body, settled her over his hips. She looked down at him, watched his eyes darken as she rubbed herself against him. Olivia held his gaze and slowly reached between her legs, ran her fingers over her soaked pussy. Her fingers came away glistening with her own moisture, and she delicately brushed the tip of his cock with her juices. He pulsed against her hand, his hips jerking under her, and she grinned at his reaction.

  "My God," he breathed. "You're so bad in such a good way."

  "Yeah?"

  "Touch yourself again," he said. "Let me see."

  His eyes were fixed on her fingers as she ran them over her clit. His chest rose and fell as his breath sped up, deepened. When she slid her finger inside, he gasped and threw his head back.

  "You want to be in here?" she asked him, her finger moving in and out now. "You want to be inside me, Dallas?"

  "Fuck, yeah," he ground out. "Now. Right now."

  "I'm waiting, babe."

  He growled and reached for a condom. He rolled it on with shaking fingers, barely holding on as she continued to play with herself. He groaned her name as she took his cock in her hand and stroked her entrance with it. Back and forth, teasing him.

  "Olivia, please," he managed to get out. "I want you... please, baby."

  "Well, I do hate to see a grown man beg," she murmured.

  She spread her knees wider and lifted herself above him. His whole body clenched up in anticipation for that first contact, and when she lowered herself and took him fully in to her heat, he reached out blindly. He just needed to hold on to something – to anything – to ground himself before he flew right the fuck off the bed. His fingers rested on her hips, pulled her down deeper.

  "Oh, God..." Olivia's lips parted, her head fell back. "Dallas, you feel so good."

  "Move on me." His voice was almost harsh with his need for her. "Take us both there, baby."

  She rose and fell on him, her lower lips stetching tightly over his hardness, her pussy muscles pulling on him as strong as hands. He ran his fingers over her neck, her breasts, her ass, and Olivia rode him, her back arching, her breath coming faster and harder. Dallas met her plunging hips, pushing up and in to the heart of her, wanting to be as close as he could.

  He raised his knees now, and leaned her back against them, tilting her body so that he could drive in to her even deeper. She gave a cry as he nudged against her pussy walls, stroking that spot that made her melt, and he felt her whole body shake in response. He held her in position and just thrust and thrust, over and over, slowly losing his mind as he watched her face tighten with pleasure.

  "Look at me when you come, sweetheart
." He moved faster now, feeling her pussy spasm around him, feeling how close she was. "Give me everything, baby..."

  Olivia opened her eyes and gazed down at Dallas. His gorgeous eyes were smoky blue and she stared in to them as she felt her orgasm begin. She gave a high-pitched cry, and let herself break apart on him, all around him. The look on her face was so exquisite, her movements so wild and passionate, that Dallas didn't have time to do more than groan her name before his own orgasm ripped through him.

  He was still coming inside of her after she had fallen forward and lay motionless on his heaving chest. He opened his mouth against her throat and panted, clutching her tight and close, his hands clenched in her hair. His heart was pounding faster than he thought possible, his whole frame was shaking with aftershocks. Olivia was limp and heavy on him, barely conscious, and he closed his eyes. He wrapped his huge arms around her, stayed buried deep in her sweet body, whispered in her ear that she was amazing.

  After she had recovered a bit, she gently kissed his chest, ran her tongue over the sweat on his collarbone. He shuddered at her touch and he felt her smile against him.

  "You OK, babe?" she asked him, a light note of teasing in her voice.

  He gave a kind of groaning laugh. "Barely."

  "Ummmm," she said. "You seem kind of exhausted."

  "In the best way, baby."

  Her eyes were serious as she propped her chin up on her hand and gazed at him. "You didn't get any sleep last night, did you?"

  "It's OK, Olivia. I'm used to it."

  She gave him a lingering kiss on his lips. "You stayed awake so I could rest. Didn't you?"

  "I stayed awake so I could be sure you were safe," he said softly. "And I didn't mind at all. Believe me, OK?"

  She was silent for a few seconds. "OK."

  "But you know what this means, right?" he asked, stroking her hair off her flushed cheeks.

  "What?"

  "Well, it means that you get to do all the work here." His eyes sparkled with mischief. "I get to just lie down on my back and watch you."

  "Oh, really?" she said. "Is that how it works?"

  "Damn right, darlin'."

  She pretended to think about it. "Well... OK. I guess I can live with that."

  "Yeah?"

  "Yeah."

  She kissed him, and he was amazed to feel himself hardening again already. He closed his eyes and wondered if this woman was going to be the death of him.

  **

  Dallas was relaxing in bed, listening to the water running in the bathroom. He idly imagined Olivia in the shower, her beautiful body slick and shiny, rivulets of water running between her breasts. He groaned and his cock hardened immediately.

  God, you just came twenty minutes ago, man. Down, boy. Or maybe you should just go and join her.

  Just then, in his jeans pocket, Dallas’ cell began to ring. He sat up quickly and answered.

  “Mark?”

  “You alone, Dallas?”

  “Give me thirty seconds.” He grabbed his boxer shorts and jeans, went to his office and closed the door. “OK, go.”

  “Sully just called from Castell’s apartment… he picked the lock, no problem, and Sully found one hell of a creepy stalker wall. Actually, a whole fucking creepy stalker room.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah. Pictures of Liv, hundreds of ‘em. Some professional, some snapped on the street. Lots of her at home, taken from inside the house.”

  Dallas’ stomach clenched. “Go on.”

  “Sully also found a notebook with all the security codes to Liv’s house written down, and her schedule was on his laptop. And there were also the floor plans to Liv’s house there… but they’re not the same as our plans.”

  “What?” Dallas said.

  “Yeah. Seems that Castell had the originals, with a small hidden room on the ground floor clearly illustrated, just off the bedrooms. Looks like the entrance is from the closet in the second guestroom. But on our plans, that room and its entrance have both been removed.”

  “How the fuck would he have been able to do that?”

  “It’s not hard to pay someone to modify plans, Dallas.”

  “No, not that part – that part I get. I mean, how did he switch the floor plans?”

  “Maybe he paid someone off at the property agency? That’s also easy enough to do.”

  “Yeah,” Dallas said slowly. “Yeah, I suppose.”

  Mark paused. “What are you thinking?”

  “I don’t know,” Dallas said. “Just – something. Anyway, what about the infrared scanner?”

  “It’ll be here in about forty minutes. And Selena’s on her way to you now with Liv’s clothes. What do you want to do next?”

  “Send Sully over here to pick up Olivia, OK? I want him to take her to the office. Selena and I will come to you as soon as Olivia’s on her way.” He glanced at his watch. “We should be there when the scanner arrives, and we’ll be able to see if anyone’s in that hidden room.”

  “Ten-four, boss. See you soon.”

  Dallas came out of the office and went down to his bedroom. Olivia was standing there with a towel wrapped around her. She smiled, but then she saw the look on his face.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Listen, baby,” he said calmly. “Selena’s dropping some clothes off, and Sully’s on his way. I want him to take you to the office, OK?”

  She searched his eyes. “And you?”

  “I’m going to your house, sweetheart.”

  “Why?”

  “Because the man who’s been stalking you may be hidden there.”

  She sat down on the bed. “In my house?”

  “Yeah. Maybe.”

  She swallowed hard. “He’s in my house?”

  “I don’t know for sure, baby. But there’s a good chance he is.”

  “And – and he’s been there before?”

  “Maybe this whole time.” He forced out the next words. “Maybe for a long time.”

  She gasped. “Oh, my God.” She got to her feet and stumbled past him.

  “Olivia?” he said, alarmed.

  She managed to get to the bathroom in time. She threw up, her body shaking in shock. Dallas knelt down behind her, rubbing her back, holding her long hair in his hand. She sobbed as she vomited, her whole body literally revolting against the idea that someone had been in her home without her knowledge.

  Where was he all this time? How long has he been there? Oh, my God…was he in my bed? Did he go through my things? Did he see me naked? Did he touch me when I slept? Oh, God…

  She fell backwards now, her strength gone. Dallas helped her to stand up and drink a bit of water, rinse her mouth. He lifted her easily and carried her in to the bedroom.

  She was crying now, crying in earnest, and he held her close, rocking her back and forth. He felt totally helpless, knowing that he could change nothing about what this asshole had done to her. All Dallas could offer her was the promise that this sick fuck wouldn’t do anything else.

  When she had calmed, he took her face in his hands and spoke softly. “It’s going to be OK, Olivia. Sully will keep you safe, and I’m going to go and get this guy. You hear me, baby? If he’s there, I’ll get him. I promise.”

  “I can’t go back there, Dallas,” she said, her voice shaking. “I can’t ever live in that house again…”

  “You don’t have to,” he said. “You’ll stay with me until you sell it, or burn it down, or whatever the fuck you decide to do. OK? Don’t even worry about that, Olivia. Right now, all you need to think about is breathing. Just keep breathing. Can you do that?”

  She nodded.

  “That’s my girl.” He kissed her forehead. “This is almost over, baby. I promise. Sully will get you to the office, and I’ll meet you there right after. Then we
’ll come back here and order some Indian food and eat until we fall in to curry comas.” He brushed her lips with his strong fingers. “I think they’re called ‘kormas’.”

  She managed a small smile. “Sounds good. And that’s a terrible joke.”

  “Yeah, I know.” He heard a car door slam and grabbed his t-shirt. “That’s probably Selena. Stay here while I check.”

  “OK.”

  Dallas approached the front door, his gun drawn and at waist-level. He peered through the window and relaxed when he saw Selena standing there with a small suitcase. He swung the door open.

  “Hey, boss,” she said. “How’s Liv?”

  He lowered his voice. “I just told her about the fucker probably being in her house. She’s – she’s fragile.”

  Selena nodded. “Got it.”

  They turned as an SUV pulled up to the curb outside. Sully nodded from the driver’s seat and they waved back. His dark eyes scanned the street, checking to make sure he hadn’t been followed, making sure that nobody was watching him or the house. Then he climbed out, shrugged off his large overcoat and stuffed it in the hatchback before getting back in the vehicle.

  Dallas took the bag from Selena. “Thanks for this. Hang out here for a few minutes, until I get her settled with Sully. Coffee’s on, if you want some.”

  “Great. I’ll help myself.”

  He went back to his bedroom and shut the door. Olivia was still sitting on his bed, pale and shaken. When she saw him, she tried to smile.

  “So I guess I can’t stay naked and in your bed all day, huh?”

  He came to her now, pulled her in to his arms, pressed a lingering kiss to her perfect lips. “I’d love that, baby. I promise you I want nothing more than to cut off all your access to clothes. For many, many days, not just today.”

  She grinned.

  “But right now, we need to get you to the office, OK? And that – unfortunately – requires covering up all that glorious shape.”

  She pouted. “Damn rules of etiquette.”

  He laughed, relieved that her sass was back. “You know it, darlin’.”

  “OK.” She took a deep, steadying breath. “I’ll get dressed. I’ll be ready in five minutes.”