by Ali Parker
He knocked again, louder, before reaching out to run his fingers along the wood. It was a new door, but the image of the old one still chopped up and looking like something out of a horror movie played along his vision. He had come far too close to losing her.
Fucking Jon.
She hadn't seen Jon in a few days from what he knew and some part of him was glad for it. Jon was a good guy and probably the best pick for Kate, but things were only going to get harder. If the cop wasn't able to handle the shallow end of the situations they were headed into, he certainly wasn't going to be able to live through the harder shit that was to come.
Victor hadn't even spoken to the specifics of how he planned to have his relationship with Kate work. Was he going to force her to sleep with him? Beckon her too? No way would she do that shit. She was protective over her body and she was in love with the cop. No matter how he tried to reconcile it, he couldn't.
Kate opened the door and giggled. Kate didn't giggle. She looked perfectly fine though. Her clothes weren't a mess nor was her hair out of place.
Marcus moved into the room slowly, shutting the door behind him. "Hey. What's up?"
"Nothing much." Her voice was slurred. Was she drunk? Did she mix weed and liquor again?
"You don't sound okay." He moved into the living room as she turned and reached for him. Her eyes were glossy, her lips wet, as if she had been licking them non-stop.
She pressed herself to the front of him and ran her hands down his sides before tugging at his shirt. "Just horny. The world’s spinning a little and I can't remember much about why I'm here."
"Here in the apartment?" He moved back, but she only pressed forward. He pushed her hands away from the front of his shirt as she started to unbutton it.
"Yeah. In the apartment." She pressed her lips to his chest, nipping hard at his nipple and pulling.
Marcus growled at her and took her by the shoulders tightly. He couldn't help the effect she had on him in normal situations, but seeing her aggressive and needy just made things far worse. He took a slow breath, trying to stop himself from getting too turned on. He would have her naked and sweaty within minutes if he didn't back away from her slowly.
Jon might have taken his place in her bed, but no one had taken hers. It had been more than a week since he had fucked anyone and years since it had been anyone but Kate. This wasn't good.
She wasn't at all herself.
Marcus reached out and took her face into his hands, forcing her to look up at him.
She brushed her fingers down his forearms and whimpered softly. The sound almost undid him.
"Kate. Stop it. You're in love with Jon and you don't want this. Victor fucking drugged you or you took something on your own. Tell me what happened and I'll stay with you until this shit passes from your system."
"I don't love anyone but you. You're the only one in my future. You and Victor." She twisted her face in his hold, licking and nibbling at his palm.
"Kate, please baby. I only have so much control, shit." Marcus started to release her, but she went slack for a moment.
He reached out and grabbed her around the waist as anger for their new employer rolled over him. He was going to find a way to fuck the old man up if it was the last thing he did. Why the fucker would drug Kate and leave her in such a state was beyond him, but he wasn't going to let it lie. He would find out what that bastard was up to and make sure he knew that the next time he tried this shit - retribution was headed his way.
"Fuck me. Fuck me tonight and tomorrow I'll be better." She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. The smell of her arousal mixed with the sweet strawberry soap she used left him needing her far beyond anything he remembered in the past. Her lips pressed to the side of his neck and he groaned.
"You don't want this, Kate. Snap out of this shit." Marcus picked her up and moved toward the bed, trying to unwrap her from the tight hold she had on him and yet not wanting anything but to get lost in the comfort of who they were together. He hadn't been with anyone but her in so long that it seemed a sin to not give into her.
"I want it. I need you. I'll always need you." She pulled him down with her as she fell toward the bed.
Marcus caught himself with his hands just before landing on her.
Kate pulled up, pressing her lips tightly to his.
That was it. Fuck the drugs. Fuck Victor. Fuck Jon.
Jon wasn't even slated to be part of the future anymore. He didn't want it. He had chickened out and his ass would soon be set free. Whatever he thought he had going with Kate seemed to be a lie from what Marcus could gather. It was going to kill the pretty girl in front of him, but he would be there when Jon broke things off. He would pick her up and remind her that he was her forever, her best friend and her rock.
Kate had been his for a long time, and tonight... she was going to be his again. He could hate himself in the morning, but tonight she was hyped up on ecstasy and he had no soul. Time to give in to something that one of them needed and the other wanted.
He moved back and worked to open her jeans, tugging them down roughly as she growled. The little purple panties she wore were stained with desire at the front, a sight that left his body hardening farther. He reached out and ran his fingers over her mound before tugging the panties off of her.
"Fuck yes. Please hurry," she whispered, the look in her eyes that of panic.
"I am baby." Marcus tugged her to the edge of the bed and pushed at her knees, opening her legs for him. She was so fucking sexy and he had never seen her so needy before. Something about it promised to break him in half. "What did you take?"
"Hmmm?" She closed her eyes and slid her fingers over her stomach and into her entrance, the jerking motion of her hand taking his attention. Her hips lifted as she took care of herself.
"Goddamn." He pulled at her wrist and locked it to the bed as she groaned and jerked from him. She wouldn't remember a thing in the morning. Whatever she had taken had locked her deep into carnality. He would research what the fuck got into her system and how later. He leaned over and pressed his tongue to her center, groaning at the salty taste of her need. He was going to take his time making sure she got any and everything she needed.
He slid his fingers deep inside of her as he licked and sucked hard at the swollen skin of her need. Surprise rolled over him as her hands slid over his head and clamped down. Her hips rolled and she moaned loudly. Marcus mumbled against her and picked up the violence of his assault, taking the same speed and aggressiveness that she had used on herself.
She whimpered loudly and continued to use him for her pleasure. He dove in deeper, giving her all he had and wanting to take her far over the edge. He might not get the chance to love on her again. Tonight would have to be a good reminder of why he loved her enough to leave her alone.
The scream that ripped from her as she came almost caused him to join her. She pushed at his head, but he simply pressed down harder, lapping slowly to drink everything she offered. She slapped at him as she panted loudly.
He moved back, sliding his fingers into his mouth and cleaning them too. He didn't want any part of her left untouched, untasted. "You want me?"
"I need you." She arched her back, jutting her large breasts into his view. He reached up and palmed at one of them before tugging at her nipple through her shirt. He pulled her up and pulled the shirt over her head.
"Take off your bra, baby. I want to taste your tits." Marcus moved back, unbuttoning his shirt and stripping the rest of his clothes from him. His cock sat thick and heavy, ready to show the pretty girl what she had been missing.
He stroked himself a few times as she pulled her bra off, her large breasts beautiful and begging for his attention.
"How do you want it, Kate?"
She sat up, moving to her knees and reaching for him. "Lay down. I want to fuck you."
He moved onto the bed, fixing the pillow behind him and taking her by the hips as she mounted him. He reached down and po
sitioned himself to enter her as she pressed back against him. The loud guttural sound she let out took his breath away as she worked herself down his shaft.
They hadn't fucked facing each other in years. When they first began sleeping together he most enjoyed watching her face as she reveled in the physical pleasure he could offer her, but as they grew as friends, he knew those positions would leave them wanting more. Marcus reached up and palmed her breasts as she finally took all of him inside of her.
The look on her face melted his heart. He closed his eyes and fought back the need to claim her as his own. It would never work between them and he didn't want to be another bastard on the long list that Jon would soon be added to.
"Oh fuck... why do I need this so bad?" Her voice broke as she pressed her hands into his chest and pushed back harder, her pace picking up speed.
Marcus reached for her, pulling her down to lay flush on him. Huge mistake, but if he were making them, he fully wanted to experience all of it with her. He tightened his hands on her back, one sliding up into the silkiness of her hair. She looked up at him as another orgasm took her.
"Kiss me," she whispered.
He would have told her no any moment before this one, but he couldn't deny her - wouldn't.
"Anything for you." He pulled her down and made love to her mouth as her hips stilled for a moment. Marcus took that as his opportunity and rolled them, never breaking the kiss or his deep push into her tight, wet body.
She groaned into his mouth and he drank her in before lifting up a little and fucking her the way he had wanted to for as long as he could remember. His thrusts were deep and slow, her breasts bouncing with his efforts. She slid her hands along his chest and wrapped her legs tightly around him.
"God you’re fucking beautiful," he mumbled as he let his eyes move down the length of her. "You take this cock so well, Katie. Such a good girl."
"Your girl?" Her voice was softer than he ever remembered hearing it, the timbre almost that of a scared girl, unsure of herself or anyone else. This was the woman he made her out to be when he protected her.
"Always and forever. I'm not going anywhere." He flattened himself against her, drowning in the deliciousness of their position. Pressing her to the bed tightly, he picked up his assault as he pumped in and out of her faster and faster. Marcus moved down a little, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth as she moaned over and over.
"I'm going to come," she groaned just before her body tightened, warm liquid running down his sack and both of his legs.
"I'm going with you, baby. So hot." He moved up, increasing the depths of his thrusts as he pressed his lips against the side of her mouth. He wanted to watch her as he came, needed the connection. It was one he had never experienced, but he was going for broke tonight.
She reached up and slid her hands around his face as she arched her back, seeming to understand exactly what he needed. The little bitch was going to milk him from below.
"Oh fuck, Kate."
"Yeah... fuck me harder. Lose yourself in this with me. Just us." She pressed her nails into the back of his neck as her eyes widened. She was coming again and he wasn't missing the opportunity to ride the wave with her.
The world exploded around him, a long cry coming from him as she took complete ownership of their sex and left him locked into place above her. He closed his eyes and collapsed on top of her, his teeth pressed deeply into his lip to keep himself from telling her how much he needed her. He had been fighting himself for so long where she was concerned, but now wasn't the time.
Moving up on his forearms, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. "You okay now? Better?"
"A little." Her panting was beyond sexy.
"You need more?" He pressed his hips forward, his cock always ready for more of her.
She moaned softly and closed her eyes as he watched her in awed silence. Would she remember this tomorrow? Would it break her heart as well? He knew she was going to be destroyed by everything around her if they weren't careful. She was at the edge of fading into nothingness when he found her years ago. Marcus would never let that happen again - no matter what it meant that he had to do.
She opened her eyes and slid her arms around his torso, pulling him in closer. He went with her movements, reaching up only to brush the sweaty hair from her face. Her next question left him in shock.
"Do you love me?"
There was no time to hesitate. He released himself to the truth that threatened to break him.
"With all of my heart. I just don't deserve you. No one does."
"I know. I'm a horrible person."
"Hush, woman. No one will ever be good enough for you, least of all me."
He kissed her forehead before starting to fuck her again. It would be a long night, but he would take her over and over and over again. He would make sure that she was spent, limp and sated before allowing himself rest.
Marcus resigned himself to letting a piece of his heart and soul die that night. He was going to stay with her, wake up with her in the morning and make sure she was all right. He had broken all their rules tonight, but she wouldn't remember.
He just wasn't sure he would survive the pain of needing it again, of needing her again like this.
Nothing good would come of it and yet he couldn't leave her - wouldn't leave her - ever.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jon
Jon woke the next morning with very little memory of the events of the night before. He remembered going into the bar and reading through Kate's file, but the rest was fuzzy. He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen, still fully clothed in his jeans and t-shirt from the night before. He still had on his damn shoes. The file sat on the table, a note from Marcus on the top of it.
Jon,
Not cool that you have this file, you fucker. I'll work on getting you out, but it will take time. We're going to Victor's tonight and you're going with us. After that... stay away from Kate. You've done enough.
Marcus
"Shit," he swore under his breath before walking to the coffee pot. The last person in the world he would want to know that he had the file on Kate was Marcus. Why hadn't he thought of that before he invited the thug to join him? Namely because the liquor lied to him as it always did.
The file was fucked up anyway. It had been tampered with, but who would have access to do that? Seth?
It had to be Seth. Victor wouldn't have had a way to get a hold of it and if Seth needed to push his plan forward, he could do it by forcing Kate to the fire. That information on her must be damning. Who had she almost killed? How was she stopped, or did she stop herself?
His brother's funeral was at eleven. Eating didn't sound like the right thing to do. Enjoying anything seemed like an affront to his responsibility to bring Adam back. It was his fucking fault in the first place that his brother went into a dark alley and sought release. If only he had been able to handle his father's death better. If violence and sex hadn't been part of the resolve then Adam would still be there. Jon had been a coward, an angry jerk with no maturity at all to work through his father's death. Leaving Adam alone in the midst of their loss with nothing more than his non-responsive mother was his greatest regret in life.
Jon ran his fingers through his hair and let out a shaky breath, swallowing the hot lump in his throat. He could spend the afternoon after the funeral beating himself up for all he had done to cause his brother’s death.
"Just add that to the list of my transgressions." He poured a cup of coffee as his thoughts shifted to Kate. He hadn't called her in a week and had ignored the texts and calls she had sent during the first day. "Coward."
Indecision tore at him about what to do where she was concerned. He wanted to fall madly in love with her and almost seemed to be at the precipice of it. She was everything he could imagine wanting and so much more. The way she carried herself, the strength that she exuded was as much her as the soft docile fear she felt in the bedroom with him. His body roa
red to life at the remembrance of making love to her. Why hadn't he taken her again before shoving her away?
She deserved better and he knew it.
Marcus wasn't "better" though. He needed to at least talk to her before he walked out of the situation completely. He would heal over the loss of her eventually and she would certainly be fine without him. Victor was the most likely candidate to take her and sweep her off her feet. As much as Jon hated the thought of anyone with her, it was inevitable.
Seeing her at Victor's tonight was likely to kill him, but he would just remain professional. Surely she wouldn't be at the funeral. She was a suspect in Adam's murder and though acquitted, she still had her name slung all over the records.
Some part of him begged God silently to have her there. He almost wanted to punish himself with what could have been.
"It still could be, you dumb ass." He took a long drink of his coffee and walked into his bedroom just as his phone began to ring. He walked to it and picked it up to an unknown caller. He usually wouldn't answer it, but something nagged at him to do it. Ever since ignoring Kate when she was in need and almost having her die changed him. He wouldn't make that mistake again with anyone.
"Peterson."
"Jon. This is Victor Parence."
A cold chill ran through him. The last person he ever wanted to see or hear from again was the bastard on the phone. Not only had he been the one to call the hit out on Adam, but he had taken Jon's mother. The older woman hadn't suffered seeing that they drugged her and knocked her out, but Jon was well aware of all that could have happened.
"What do you want?"
"That's an awful way to address your employer."
"I don't work for you."
Victor laughed, the sound grating across Jon's nerves. Could he really tuck tail and run, leaving Marcus and Kate to deal with this maniacal fucker? No.
"You do for now, but soon I believe you'll be back to being the good cop you've always been. You've always been a great example to everyone, including young Adam, right Jon?"