Condemned

by Barbara Huffert

  Brett felt her yield. She wanted this as much as he did. With that thought, he knew he wasn’t stopping until he got more. She was giving and he was taking. Grabbing the neckline of her blouse in his fist, Brett yanked. The buttons flew as the material split. He jammed his hand into her bra and cupped her breast without ceasing his assault on her mouth. His mind screamed for more. His body demanded it.

  He wrenched his mouth from hers and lurched downward. As he fastened his lips around a lace-covered nipple, he could see how pink and perfect it was, even without unveiling it. He shifted to the other side, nipping when he reached it.

  So perfect. Soft, pliable breasts with hard hot nipples. Just right for him to chew on. Even better for him to suck on. Hard, she seemed to like it hard judging by her needy whimpers. God, she was hot! How the hell had he overlooked this side of her before? When he heard a moan, Brett glanced at her face. Her head was tilted back, against the wall. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted. Brett wrapped his fingers more tightly around her wrists which were the perfect size. He could hold both in one hand without really crushing them.

  Brett bit her earlobe as his fingers found the button at her waist. Too impatient to ease it through the hole, he tugged, sending it to the floor with the ones from her blouse. The zipper offered even less resistance. He stepped away from her only long enough to shove her pants over her hips. Licking a path from her ear to her mouth, Brett plunged his tongue back into her waiting mouth. He kissed her even more fiercely than he had before. As he stole her breath, his hand covered her mound. Damn if her pussy wasn’t already drenched! He rubbed her through the lace of her panties, noticing the way she was squirming against him. When she tried to free her hands, he abruptly raised his head to glare into her startled eyes.

  “Don’t move,” Brett ordered, clearly expecting her to obey. Andie’s labored breathing was her only response. “Good wench,” Brett praised as he reclaimed her mouth. This time, he nipped at her bottom lip between the thrusts of his tongue. When she arched against him, he pulled away. “No.” He wasn’t going to let her do anything other than stand there and let him take what he wanted. “Close your eyes,” he demanded, pulling his hand away from her heat until she did. “Keep them closed.”

  For a second, he questioned what it was that he was doing before banishing the thought from his mind. She showed up, uninvited, and demanded his attention. She was only getting what she asked for. She was moaning and squirming against him. She wanted this and he was more than willing to give it to her. Brett trailed his finger from Andie’s mouth down her side, purposefully avoiding contact with her breasts. Look how those nipples stood out even more! They were begging for his mouth. Too bad. They’d just have to wait. He had other things in mind at the moment.

  Going lower with each pass, he traced circles on her stomach while studying her reaction and knowing she was fighting to stay still. When he ran the tip of one finger just inside the elastic of her panties, he could feel how much she wanted him to touch her. Suddenly, he understood something that must have been in the back of his mind all along.

  “It was you. Those emails.” Andie nodded her head but kept her eyes closed. “Is this what you wanted?” He slid one finger along her crease, pushing lightly against the material that covered her. She nodded again as he heard her breath catch. “You want more, wench?” He stroked a little harder as her head bobbed. “Want me to get rid of these sexy little panties? Want me to slide my hand in here against your bare flesh? Want me to part you with my fingers? Want me to fuck you with them? You’re already wet. You want this, don’t you? Say it!”

  “Yes,” Andie gasped with her eyes still shut.

  “Yes what?” Brett stopped moving his hand. “Tell me or we’re done here.”

  “I want you to touch me.”

  “Where? What do you want from me?” Brett couldn’t squelch his need to push her.

  “Between my legs. Me, not through my panties. I want you to push your fingers into me.”

  Her words urged him onward. Unable to resist, he ripped the lace from her. Roughly, without preparation, Brett forced a finger inside her wetness and stopped. “There you go,” he said, watching her face as she gasped. He was sure she would break if he remained motionless.

  Interesting. Brett didn’t know how long they stood there before it dawned on him that she was waiting for him. He really did hold all the power. “Was there something else?” Andie nodded. “Tell me.”

  “I want you to move. I want to feel you stroking in and out of me.”

  “Ah, so you do want me to fuck you with my fingers. Do you also want me to let you come?” he asked harshly, a piece of his mind hoping he would scare her away. Instead, all he got was a nod. Growling, he pumped his fingers into her pussy, feeling her wetness coat him. Watching her face, he continued, careful to avoid her clit. Her nipples hardened even more as his motion fueled her excitement. Feeling cruel, Brett abruptly removed his hand. He chuckled at her whimper. “Taste,” he instructed as he forced his fingers into her mouth before covering it with his own. He urged her to swirl her tongue with his, lapping off all traces of her from his hand.

  “So sweet,” he whispered as he rolled a nipple between his wet fingers. “Just think how it’ll feel when I stick my tongue where I just had my fingers. I’m going to do that tonight. Do you want that too, wench?” She nodded. “Will you stay with me tonight? There are so many things I’ll do to you if you do. So many things I’ll force you to do to me. Say yes, now, or I swear I’ll toss you right out the front door. Answer me, damn it!” Brett demanded in a tortured voice. “Tell me you’re mine for the night or get the fuck out!”

  “Yes, Brett. I’m yours. For whatever you want. As long as you want,” she answered, her eyes still tightly closed as if she were afraid of his threat to toss her out for opening them.

  Brett rammed his fingers back, filling her, thrusting instantly. He moved them relentlessly until he felt a telltale shiver. She was close. Damn, she was so hot, standing there, forcing her eyes shut, forcing her body to remain as still as possible, forcing back all but the slightest of moans. He couldn’t wait to see what else he could get her to do before their night was over. “Ready?” he asked, waiting for her nod. “If I let you come now, it means you’ll let me do anything I want for the rest of the night. Anything. Anywhere in this house. To any part of your body. With any part of mine. Or with anything else I choose to use. As many times as I like. Still think you want to come?”

  She nodded again.

  “I’ll use you in ways you haven’t even thought of. I’ll make you do things you didn’t know you were capable of. I’m dead serious here so be very sure.” He decreased the pressure of his hand. “I’ll tie you up if you try to change your mind after you come. I’ll gag you too if you make me. I won’t let you leave until I’m done with you. If you argue, I’ll force you. If you struggle, I can’t guarantee I won’t hurt you because I will do whatever the hell I feel like with you. And this might be the one and only time you get to come the entire time. Think about it because there will be no escape once you agree.” Brett spoke steadily, lessening the contact of his fingers the entire time, giving her every opportunity to run from him.

  What the fuck was he doing anyway? He didn’t treat women like that. Never in his life had he ever made such demands. But he meant each and every one of them. And there was no one else he could make them of. No one but her.

  “I’m waiting, wench,” he said coldly. “What’s it gonna be? You gonna let me make you come and take your chances or are you gonna find some common sense and run out of here like you know you should? Be afraid of me, Andrea, be very afraid because I won’t make any promises about your safety tonight. I’m beyond sanity and anything could happen if you don’t get away right now. I just don’t give a fuck anymore. Time for a decision. Yes or no? Stay or go? Come or get out in one piece?”

  “Make me come,” Andie replied in a clear voice. “I want you to make me come. Now. Pl
ease! I need you to make me come. And after that, I’m yours. All yours. For whatever you want, however you want, as often as you want. Yours, Brett. Completely. Entirely. One hundred percent yours. Only yours. I want everything you do, no matter what it is. I won’t ask for assurances about anything other than that you’ll keep me as long as you want, that you’ll use me however you want, that you’ll take what you want. I’m not afraid. I’m not going until you make me. The only thing I ask in return is that you’ll allow me five minutes to tell you something before you make me leave because what I have to say is more important than anything anyone has ever said to you in your life.”

  “I don’t want you to talk.”

  “I won’t. Not now. Not until you tell me to,” she pleaded.

  “Five minutes?”

  “Five minutes.”

  “When I tell you and not before?”

  “Only then.”

  “Are you lying? Are you trying to trick me? If you’re not honest, I’ll hurt you intentionally.”

  “I’ll never lie to you. Never. Not about anything. I swear you can trust me.”

  “The emails?” he had to ask again.

  “I sent them.”

  “Why?”

  “I wanted to get your attention.”

  “Like this?”

  “If this is the only way you’ll give it to me, yes.”

  “Oh I’ll give you plenty of attention.” He deliberately twisted her words, liking the power she handed him. It was his turn to be in control for a change. Everyone else had been pushing and pulling, turning him inside out. Now it was finally his turn. All she had to do was say the words one more time and there would be no going back. Not for that night anyway. No, it was time for Brett Hudson to take charge of at least one part of his life.

  “I honestly want it. I want you, all of you. But right now, at this second, what I want more than anything in the entire world is for you to touch me again with those amazing fingers of yours and make me come. I’m begging you. I’ll get on my knees if you that’s what it takes.”

  “Don’t worry, wench. You’ll be on your knees soon enough.” Brett chuckled at his own humor. “This isn’t some game, woman. I am not playing.”

  “Neither am I. What do I have to do so you know how much I want this? How can I show you how willing I am to do anything and everything you want? Make. Me. Come. Now. Make me come, make me come,” she repeated more softly each time.

  Giving into his animal instincts, he jammed his hand back between her legs and began pumping three fingers into her dripping pussy. “You want it, you got it.” He thrust harder until he felt her knees shake. Adjusting the angle slightly, he brushed against her swollen nub, knowing by her moans that he was causing the added stimulation she sought. When he sensed her orgasm was close, he commanded, “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

  Andie’s gaze locked on his. She didn’t shrink away from the fierce scowl on his face. He felt possessed, taking what he needed from her. Brett saw the emotions play across her face. Why was she letting him do this to her? Hell, not letting, she was pushing him for more. It was as if she doubted he was capable of following through with his threats. Who the hell did she think she was, daring him like that? That was it! No little girl full of bravado was going to force him into a corner. She said she wanted it all, damn if he wouldn’t give it to her. He felt her trembling as her orgasm shot through her. Damn, if she didn’t look good, doing that! He decided instantly that he’d have to see that expression many times before he released her.

  Brett’s mouth sought Andie’s even before her breathing calmed. He had to keep her sensitized to him. Before the night was over, he intended to be able to make her climax with the slightest touch. He wanted to possess her like no other before her. He needed to take her soul into his own and mix them together until he didn’t know which belonged to whom. He wanted to fill himself with her in every way he possibly could before the harsh reality of his life returned. No, no thinking about that now. He had to stay in the moment. The woman in front of him was all that mattered. She promised him everything and damn it, he would spend the night doing whatever it took to burn her into his memory. Brett swallowed her cries of pleasure as his fingers coaxed her into another spiral.

  Eventually, Brett released her arms and turned from her. Wordlessly, he reached for the bottle and took a big gulp, staring at her. Andie remained against the wall where he left her, clearly fighting the urge to cover herself. Brett could see her battle and was impressed with her determination. Now if only he could decide what to do with her next.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jesse reached his apartment building the same time Frank and Wyatt did. They found Holly pacing in front of his door.

  “It’s about time you guys got here,” Holly grumbled.

  “This better be good.” Jesse let them in. “I don’t like Andie being there alone with Brett right now.”

  “Andie is exactly where she should be,” she responded as she continued to pace.

  “Spill it, Holliday,” Frank demanded. “We’re here so get on with it.”

  “Not until Dwayne gets here too,” she replied. “I want him to hear this and once I start, I don’t want to have to backtrack.”

  “Holly.” Wyatt rolled his eyes.

  “Don’t start with me.” She glared. “Not tonight. This is entirely too important and you are going to listen to the entire story with your whole mind. I mean it, Wyatt. Full attention tonight or else.”

  “Saved,” Wyatt muttered as the bell sounded.

  “What’s wrong, Holly?” her husband questioned as soon as he walked in. “You sounded frantic on the phone.”

  “Nothing.” She kissed him quickly. “Just the opposite, in fact. I met Andie for dinner tonight as you know. We ordered drinks first, deciding we’d wait for food until later.”

  At Wyatt’s sigh, she glared again. “Just listen. For once in your life, I need your undivided attention.” He nodded as the rest of them stared in amazement. “While we were talking this couple came in. They ended up in the booth behind Andie. I don’t know if any of you have ever been there but Mario’s is kind of dark. The booths give the impression of privacy but in reality, you can hear every word the people next to you say if they’re not being careful.”

  “So who were they?” Frank asked, sharing Wyatt’s impatience.

  “Tish and some guy named Craig. They seemed very close.”

  “Holy shit!” Jesse jumped up and swung her around. “And you got them on tape? What did they talk about?”

  “Listen for yourself,” she said, pulling the recorder from her purse. “You’re not going to believe this.”

  They sat in silence as she replayed the conversation she and Andie had overheard. When it was over, Jesse whistled softly. “You two are beautiful. Brilliant, beautiful, amazing, spectacular…”

  “Lucky,” Wyatt added dryly.

  “Damn lucky,” Holly agreed, flopping on the sofa next to her husband. “Can you get more proof? In case this isn’t enough for Brett. I can’t imagine that he’ll just let them walk away without confronting them with more. None of you would and I know how much you like Brett.”

  “I need an address,” Frank snapped. “My camera’s in the car. Maybe I can get some visuals of this game tonight.”

  Wyatt moved to Jesse’s computer without further urging. When he handed Frank a slip of paper, Frank took off, saying he’d be back as soon as possible.

  “Craig Sands. Same address. Works with Brett,” Wyatt supplied in another moment.

  “Brett’s mentioned him,” Jesse commented. “Real asshole.”

  “Severely limited trust fund when she reaches thirty. Mother and father divorced when Tish was sixteen, less than sixteen and a half years after they were married. Her mother came from nothing. Remarried a purebred and has a nice respectable family now. Tish lives in one of her stepfather’s lesser holdings, rent free I suspect.”

  “Aw, son of a bitch,” Jesse groane
d. “I should have dug deeper into her history. Everything on the surface seemed legit. Damn!”

  “Shoulda let me do it,” Wyatt mumbled.

  “Anything else?” Holly interrupted.

  “Like what?” Wyatt asked.

  “Doctor’s appointments that will confirm her sexual activity. All that going on, you know she’s got to be getting tested regularly. Or I’d hope so.”

  “Hol, I know you want to help your friend but that’s illegal,” Dwayne spoke up.

  “So?” Holly turned her glare on him this time.

  “Look, Holly,” Wyatt tried.

  “When have I ever asked you for anything before? When did I ever refuse to help any one of you with whatever you needed? I know damn well it’s illegal to hack into medical files. It’s not like they’re going to be able to gripe about it though, is it? They’d have to admit why you wanted to know in the first place if they tried to turn you in to someone. Somehow, I don’t think we have to be overly concerned, do you?”

  “Come on, Wyatt,” Jesse agreed with Holly. “She’s right. I think we should give Brett everything possible to expose Tish for the liar and con artist she is. And I’ll be right there with him whenever he decides to approach them. We’ll need a transcript of the tape. And Frank’s pictures will add a nice touch. I wonder who the other players are.”

  “I’m more interested in how Brett’s reacting,” Holly commented. “I’m sure Andie’s telling him everything but I wonder how it’s going.”

  “My bet is he’s dancing in the street.” Jesse grinned.

  “You think they’ll end up together?” Dwayne asked.

  “You think they won’t?” Holly countered. “God, this is just perfect. Imagine it, the woman he really loves, coming to the rescue. What could be better?”

  “What if he resents her?” Wyatt frowned.

  “As if you’d know anything about it,” she replied. “You need to socialize more. What guy wouldn’t want the woman who was in love with him from the moment they met to find a way to get him out of the biggest disaster of his life? How could he not take her out to thank her properly? How could he not finally notice her while they’re out?”