“Anyway,” Sharon said, “I’d better get upstairs. It’s been a long day.” She stood up. Tony rose too. Sharon looked at Charles and Jenay. “I assure you, Mr. and Mrs. Sinatra, that I had no intention of spying on anybody.”
“And nobody’s been in touch with you?” Charles asked her again.
“No, sir. No-one.”
“Why would he asked you to do it then,” Jenay asked, “if he wasn’t going to follow up with you?”
“I don’t know,” Sharon said.
“Maybe she was the backup plan,” Tony suggested. “Maybe Reese would rely on her intel if he needed to. Since he’s so close to Carly, maybe he didn’t need to.”
Charles nodded. “That makes sense,” he said.
“But that doesn’t,” Tony said, looking toward the entrance.
“What doesn’t?” Charles asked.
“Uncle Mick’s in town.”
Charles and Jenay turned around and looked toward the entrance. When they saw Mick heading their way, they were surprised too.
“Have a good evening,” Sharon said to them, and Charles rose to his feet.
“I’ll walk you to your room,” Tony said, and he and Sharon left.
“What in the world are you doing here?” Charles asked Mick with a smile, shaking Mick’s hand.
“Hello there,” Jenay said.
Mick leaned down and kissed her. “How are you holding up?” he asked.
“I’m good.”
“Your arm better?”
“Oh, yes. All better. Thanks for asking.”
“You’re welcome,” Mick said, then Mick looked at his brother.
“What is it?” Charles asked.
“There’s a connection,” Mick said.
Charles’s smile left. “With who?”
“Trevor Reese and me,” Mick said.
Charles’s heart was hammering. “Sit down.”
Mick sat down. Charles did too.
“We just found out that a headmistress here in town, the woman who just left, was asked by Rees to spy on us.”
Mick had one sleepy eye, but it managed to stretch. “To spy? Why?”
“She couldn’t give an answer. And she wasn’t going to do it anyway.”
“You’re sure about that?”
Charles nodded. “We are. Now tell us about this connection.”
Mick leaned back and crossed his legs. “We kept running into brick walls,” he said. “We couldn’t find anything on Reese. We weren’t getting anywhere. So I went back to the drawing board. I ordered my people to cross check every prick I’ve had to . . . handle, and to check them against the name Reese.”
“And you got a hit?” Charles asked.
Mick nodded. “I got a hit. One guy I had to put out of his misery, a small time hood I used to run with back in my early days in Philly. It turns out he’s related to Reese.”
“Related how?” Jenay asked.
“He was his father,” Mick said.
Charles was floored. “I’ll be damn,” he said. “His father?”
“His father. I figure he was after me all along. He wants to avenge his father’s death. I have too much security for a direct hit on me. That’ll be too risky. He tried to sniff me out through you.”
“With that gang that couldn’t shoot straight? With Gooch and Gilda.”
“Right. And anybody he could use.”
“So what happens next?” Jenay looked from Mick to Charles. Charles looked at Mick.
“We pay Mr. Reese a visit,” Mick said.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Trevor Reese handed her a glass of wine and took a seat on the sofa beside her. Carly already felt overwhelmed by the fact that she had come at all, and was still digesting what she saw when she got there.
Trevor saw her troubled look as soon as she entered his home. It was her first time this intimate with him ever. They had grown closer because of their daily conversations, and the few times he was able to get to Maine to see her. But this was her first time coming to Boston to see him. He knew he had to get her to relax. What he had in store for her required it.
He turned his body toward her, and crossed his legs. “What are you feeling?” he asked her. “Tell me your innermost thoughts, Carly.”
Carly had so many thoughts until she didn’t know where to begin. She turned to him. She was casually dressed, in her shorts and tucked-in shell top. It wasn’t her original plan when she made up her mind a few days ago to come to Boston. But after that emotional morning with her parents, and what happened with her father, she canceled those plans earlier. Trevor was disappointed, but he did not pressure her, which she loved.
But when she decided, while standing in that parking lot at Saint Catherine’s, that she was going to just drive on over anyway, she didn’t bother to check into her hotel and change. Afraid she would change her mind again, Trevor told her to drive straight to his place. He would take her to her hotel later. So she did. She drove straight over. Now she was in her feelings in ways she could hardly verbalize. But he wanted her to do just that.
She looked at him. He was casually dressed too, in a pullover shirt, a pair of black slacks, and with an expensive Rolex on his wrist as the only apparel that revealed his wealth. But his wealth appeared to be extensive. From the looks of his home alone, it was even more extensive than Carly had realized. And with his big, violet eyes and his long, thick black hair that flowed down his back, he looked like a Viking to Carly. Like some exotic superhero. And sexy as hell.
“Tell me, Carly,” Trevor insisted. “What are you feeling right now?”
“I feel a little overwhelmed,” Carly admitted, “to tell you the truth.” She never felt comfortable discussing her feelings. And she still didn’t, but she felt she could at least say that much.
Although she smiled when she admitted her feelings, Trevor could tell she was still holding back. “What overwhelms you?” he asked.
“For one thing, you have a beautiful home. It’s a palace of a home, but it’s very beautiful.”
Trevor studied her. “You are not accustomed to beautiful homes?”
Carly laughed. “I am, actually. I have uncles and relatives with grand homes. And my father is no slouch either.”
Trevor laughed. “True.”
“But,” Carly continued, “I’m not so accustomed to being in a beautiful home like this with a man like you who, tonight, looks nothing like the man I’m used to seeing and talking to.”
Trevor was puzzled. “How do you mean?”
“I’ve never in my life seen you dressed in anything but a business suit.”
Trevor smiled. “Oh, right.”
“I’ve never seen you so relaxed either. Even when you come to visit me in Jericho, you always look like my old boss. Now you look like . . .”
Trevor stared at her. “Like what, Carly?”
Carly decided to just say it. “Like my friend,” she said.
Trevor was offended that she would refer to him with such a bland characterization. He had enough fucking friends. Why would he need her to be another one? But he also knew Carly. He knew, for her, being here at all was a major step. He was not a patient man, but he suspected all along he would have to be patient with her. But there were limits. “Drink your wine,” he said. “I will not appear so intimidating to you after that.”
Carly laughed, but she didn’t touch the wine. She, instead, sat it on the table in front of them. She was going to remain clear and sober this night.
Trevor saw her hesitation too, and was pleased that she was smart enough to take that precaution. It also made clear that he was going to have to work harder to get her in bed, but he was a big boy. He could handle little Carly.
“Let me show you around,” he said as he sat his glass on the table too, and rose to his feet.
Carly grabbed her purse and followed him. But it felt surreal to her. This gorgeous man was walking from room to room showing off his home as if he was a real estate agent making the h
ard sell. And he was talking up every room as if he was very proud of it. That helped to ease Carly too. Because there was something so down-to-earth about Trevor at this very moment that it surprised her. He never showed her this side of himself before. Not even when he came to visit her on her turf. She liked this side of him best.
But when they made it upstairs, and they walked through the double doors that led into the master bedroom, this visit, their brand new relationship, and what she knew Trevor expected from her, became real. And when Carly saw the big poster bed waiting there, as if it was waiting for the two of them, she stopped in her tracks. Trevor bumped into her.
When he realized she was frozen in place, he put his hands on either side of her small shoulders. Then he leaned his head around, to see her eyes. “Are you alright, Carly?” he asked her.
Carly realized her error, and smiled. “Yes,” she said. He removed his hands and she turned toward him. “I was just . . . impressed with the room. It’s very beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Trevor responded, although he sensed far more was at work inside of this beautiful lady. “This room impresses me too. You know why?”
They were within inches of each other. Carly could feel the heat. “No,” she said. “Why?”
He moved closer, and placed his hands on her arms. He could smell her fresh scent. He could see the sparkle in her eyes. He wanted this woman, and his patience was already beginning to fail. “This is the room,” he said, “where I am going to get to know you better, Carly.” He knew he was taking a risk. He knew she could shut down right now. But he felt it was more likely than not that she wouldn’t.
And he was right. The last thing Carly was doing was shutting down. She could feel her vagina began to crank up and throb. The job for her was keeping her feelings for Trevor controlled.
“What do you say about that?” he asked her.
“About you getting to know me better?” she asked him.
“Yes,” he said. “This is the room where I am going to get to know you in the most intimate way.” He began to rub her arms. “And you, my dear, are going to get to know me.”
Carly’s breathing became labored as he lifted her chin with his hand and looked into her eyes. “You want that,” he said, looking from one eye to the other one, as if he were assessing the strength of her desire. “Don’t you?”
Carly swallowed hard. She wanted it. She couldn’t recall the last time she wanted a man this badly. But the fact that she was admitting it so blatantly when they hadn’t even defined the full nature of their relationship, was putting her in a very vulnerable position. Especially if her father was right and her body might be the only thing he wanted from her. But as she looked into Trevor’s eyes, and as his mouth began to move toward her mouth, she decided that it was a risk she was willing to take. “Yes,” she said. “I want it.”
That was all it took. Trevor leaned down and smothered her mouth with a kiss. A kiss that was supposed to be sweet and simple. He didn’t want to scare the girl, after all. But as he tasted her, and realized how sweet to the taste she really was, he couldn’t stop. A chaste kiss became a long, passionate kiss that was filled with pinned-up aggression. He placed his hand on the side of her face, and kissed her even longer. He pulled her small body against his big body, and kissed her even longer than that.
And Carly felt it too. She stood there and experienced a kiss from a man, a kiss that wasn’t being forced or thrust upon her, for the first time in her life. And it wasn’t disgusting as she thought it would be. It was, with Trevor, quite nice.
It was so nice that she didn’t realize he was undressing her until she felt a tug on her shell shirt coming out of her shorts. She opened her eyes and saw that he had already removed his pullover shirt, revealing his bare and very muscular upper body, and was in the process of removing hers.
Carly allowed him to not only lift her shirt over her head, but her bra right along with it. Now she was bare-chested too, and bare-feet as she stepped out of her sandals, and began staring into his eyes. He took the purse she still carried in her hand, and placed it on the table within his reach.
He looked down, at her sizeable, taut breasts, and then into her eyes. But when he looked into her eyes, she could see just how filled with lust he truly was. It turned her on even more.
Trevor Reese had a secret. Contrary to what people thought, he was not a ladies man. Women often voiced their interest in him, some even went to incredible lengths to show their interest, but he kept his distance from all of them. He had his occasional bedmates, when his urges became too strong, but he kept those encounters to a minimum too. His lifestyle demanded it.
But now he was starved for a woman. But not just any woman. He was starved for Carly. He wanted Carly badly. And when he saw her beautiful brown breasts sitting so tight and firm as if they were waiting for a man like him, and when he looked into her big, beautiful eyes, his desire turned desperate.
He lifted Carly into his arms, with her back against the door, and began sucking those breasts with a maddening sense of want. Carly raked her hands through his hair as she enjoyed the feelings that his mouth produced in her. Because he was sucking and licking and giving her a feeling she didn’t think was possible for her to have. She was arching her back as he moved from breast to breast and sucked her. As he moved from nipple to nipple and licked her.
And then he carried her to his bed. Her leg brushed against the thigh of his pants as he carried her, and she felt the outline of a penis so hard and big she could hardly believe it. She was an experienced woman. Far more experienced than most women alive, given her crazy childhood. But she had never experienced anything like this.
That was why, when Trevor laid her on her back, and began removing her shorts and panties, her eyes trained themselves on his midsection. And even though he still had on his trousers, she could see where they had tented into a bundle so thick and long that she wondered if he had patted himself, as some men were known to do.
But she would have to wait to find out because Trevor, as soon as he saw her full nakedness, dropped to his knees, opened her legs wider, and began experiencing her in a way that made her nearly overcome with joy.
Carly had never had an oral before. Every man that had ever touched her body always went straight for her pussy, putting it in whether she was ready for it or not. It wasn’t about her anyway.
But Trevor wasn’t in that kind of hurry. Because it was about her. It was about both of them. And despite his heightened desire, despite the wonderful thought that he was about to make love to a woman he actually cared about, he was careful to attend to her needs too. Although, in truth, he was enjoying it probably more than she was. Because of the taste. His tongue had circled around her clit, giving her that feeling of joy. But it had also pushed inside, allowing him to suck in her wetness and her sweetness all at once. He was making love to her pussy with his tongue, and then his entire mouth, and didn’t want to stop.
And he didn’t stop. He took Carly on a ride that had her squirming in his bed. He looked up and saw her breasts bouncing from her movement, as if she could hardly contain herself, and he went down on her even harder. Until he couldn’t wait any longer. He still wanted to go down on her, but all the way.
He stood up and began to unbuckle his belt, and unbutton and unzip his pants. Carly was still reeling from the intensity of his oral, but she was not so imbued with passion that she could not look at that bundle she had been dying to see. When Trevor dropped his pants and briefs, and revealed that he was not patted at all, and she saw his long, thick penis spring out in vivid color, she couldn’t help it. She actually licked her lips!
Trevor cheered inside. She couldn’t imagine what that did to him. The fact that she was so anxious for him to put it inside of her that she could taste it, made his day. He knew he had to put on a condom, he was never going to be so reckless as to make her ever feel that insecure, but he couldn’t just yet. He got on top of her and wrapped her into his arms. H
e needed to hump her first. He needed to feel his bare penis against her bare body, even if it was only surface deep.
Carly’s eyes became hooded when she felt that rod against her nakedness. She wanted to jump for joy when he wrapped her in his arms as he rubbed against her. She knew she was going to stop him if he tried to enter her raw, but she was enjoying it this way too. And when he began kissing her again, while he humped her, she closed her eyes and experienced a feeling that she had never felt before. She was on a natural high that was so intense that it felt drug-induced.
He stopped kissing her and looked into her face. His rubbing was becoming even more passionate, and his penis, to her shock, was growing even larger. She opened her eyes as he began rubbing her cheeks and her chin. And when his fingers rubbed her lips sensually, she still felt that wonderful feeling.
But then his fingers gave way to his full hand, and his hand inadvertently covered her mouth. As soon as it did, she saw flashes of all those men from her childhood covering her mouth. And Ethan Campbell’s hand covering her mouth. And her biological father’s hand covering her mouth. And she couldn’t take it. It was happening again. It was happening again!
“No!” she cried and pushed Trevor’s body off of her. It took all the strength she had, but she pushed him completely off. And jumped out of his bed.
Trevor was floored. “Carly, what’s wrong?” he asked, his handsome face a mask of concern and confusion.
But Carly wasn’t confused. She was determined. She ran to her purse and pulled out her small pistol. Trevor stood up shocked, as she pointed the gun at him.
“Stay where you are,” she said in a trembling, high-pitched, terrified voice. “My father taught me how to use it. Stay where you are!”
What Carly didn’t realize was how badly she was shaking as she held the gun. She didn’t realize the fear Trevor saw in her big, expressive eyes. And with his hands outstretched, he began walking toward her.
“I said stay where you are, Trevor! I’ll kill you! I tell you I will!”
But he wasn’t as convinced as she was. He continued to walk toward her. He was less concerned with the fact that she went from making love to him to pointing a gun at him in no time flat, as he was for the reason for this sudden shift. “Give it to me, Carly,” he said. “You aren’t shooting anyone.”
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