by Lauren Wood
“It would be a novel idea to adjourn to the bedroom, Scarlet. I do like that you can be spontaneously convinced to do it anywhere.” I didn’t know how bad I had shown my desperation for human contact.
The writing was on the wall and I was afraid to read the meaning underneath each word. Love was the common denominator. It seemed like a foreign idea until it was happening to me.
Chapter five
It didn’t seem possible and yet there it was mocking me from the trash can. I couldn’t deal with it. I needed to put it behind me until there was a better time.
“I’m ready whenever you are.” Calvin was outside the door waiting for me to guide him with a helpful hand.
Revenge had a double-edged sword. It could be a way to finally breathe easier or it could leave you with haunted memories. I wasn’t sure which side he was going to fall on, but we were about to find out.
“I lost my innocence a long time ago. Tonight is your time. I will be gentle, but you will lose your cherry. I could do this for you, but you have insisted on being the one to pull the metaphorical trigger. I can respect that. I can even understand and empathize.” The last couple days, between marathon sex sessions, I had told him the vivid details of my own cross to bear.
“I saw the look in your eyes when you told me about killing those three people. It broke you inside, but you became stronger because of it. You might have lost a piece of your soul, but you gained a whole lot more. Don’t forget that.” I hadn’t thought of it that way.
I was better off exacting my form of revenge on those who had wronged me and had gotten away with it. No one regardless of intimidation was ever going to make me feel like there wasn’t anything that I could do. I wanted to give him the same gift.
“I’m not looking forward to this, but I am at the same time. I do have a confession to make.” This was something different and whatever he had to say was keeping him hostage.
“Are you sure this can’t wait? We only have a small window of opportunity. Let’s not waste it on sappy feelings. I’ve never been comfortable with romantic gestures.” I could see that he was debating whether or not it was important enough to get into.
“I didn’t get your information on the dark web. We met a couple months ago and you were drinking excessively. You admitted under the influence what you did for a living in not so many words. I was able to read between the lines. We went upstairs and enjoyed an hour of making each other happy.” I was floored and the whole night was mostly a memory that I was never going to regain. It was the anniversary of Jason’s death. I dealt with it the only way I knew how each and every year by drinking myself into a stupor.
“I don’t want to believe you, but the timeline does work out. One night a year is when I let down my guard. I should be angry, but I’m not. What I remember of that night is barely much of anything. The mistake of sleeping with you and telling you anything is far better than the alternative.” The Dr. had informed me that it had been two months since procreation. I got a second opinion by going to the drugstore and buying one of those home pregnancy kits.
This was no time to tell him of his impending fatherhood. I knew it was him and there was no doubt in my mind considering I had not been with anybody else without protection.
“You’re taking this news better than expected. I thought that you were going to throw things and make me hurt in places that I didn’t even know was possible.” It was my first thought, but I knew the bombshell waiting for him was going to be enough of a payback.
“I live my life by one certain rule. I change the things I can and accept the things I can’t. You should take a page from my book, Calvin. You never know when you are going to be blindsided with information. It can be shocking if you are not prepared for the unexpected.” I was giving him a helpful hint, but he wasn’t on my same wavelength.
We left the house and he was still scratching his head by how easily I had taken the news.
I drove all the way there and stopped a couple of miles back. We went the rest the way on foot until we were scaling the stone fence around the property. I made sure to circumvent the security. I had retrieved the code from a well-placed source in the security agency.
It wasn’t long before we were standing over his bed. There was a feminine form beside him and I silently put her to sleep with chloroform over her mouth. I did the same thing to the killer and he struggled for a moment before the fight ceased.
Calvin helped me to carry him downstairs to a chair set up in the middle of the room. It was arranged with photographs of his sister. Some of the earlier ones showed the innocent smile, but the last one was of the crime scene.
It didn’t take long for him to wake up from being medicated. I didn’t give him a high dose, unlike his female companion who was most likely going to wake up with a headache.
“What do you want? I have lots of money. Name your price.” He was struggling against his bonds, but he wasn’t going anywhere. Calvin moved around him until he was wrapping the cord around his neck. He closed his eyes and pulled back hard enough to give this man the idea death was going to come knocking.
“I don’t want your money. I want your life and I want you to burn in hell.” I was dying a little bit more inside by the way that he was fighting his natural urges. He wanted to continue, but his mind was trying to overcompensate by letting his conscience rear its ugly head.
The man was begging with his eyes bugging out of his skull. I couldn’t let him do this. He would never be the same. The father of my child couldn’t live with the burden of somebody’s blood on his hands. I was already broken inside. It didn’t seem fair to make him live the same nightmare.
I quickly and efficiently went over to him and cracked Calvin on the back of the neck. I turned and fired one quick shot into the back of the killer’s head leaving him to be found by his companion in the morning. Calvin was never going to forgive me. It was a small price to pay for him to keep his soul
Chapter six
Waiting for him to wake up was interminable. He finally emerged with a sizable knot on the back of his neck. To make my betrayal more palatable, I was already naked and rubbing my sex up along the length of his shaft. I was leaving a glistening shine along the surface of his delicious looking flesh.
“What the hell happened? I want some answers and I think I deserve them.” He tried to move, but it was impossible with the way that I had trussed him up to the bed. The more he struggled the tighter the chains were biting into his ankles and wrists.
“I was prepared to let you go all the way, but then I realized a small part of you would have died. I hope you can forgive me. I do have a consolation prize.” I showed him the photo I had taken at the scene. It made him smile, but I think he felt cheated in some way.
“You had no right to interfere in what was rightfully my revenge for my sister. I don’t know what would possess you to do something like that.” I had the answers, but I wasn’t willing to divulge them. He needed to be in the right frame of mind.
“Be patient. All will be revealed in time. Don’t think about anything besides the way that I’m making you feel.” I sampled the evidence of my arousal coating his shaft. I had him pulling hard and screaming for mercy within minutes of going down on him.
“You have an interesting way of asking for forgiveness.” The minutes dragged on and I continued to orally satisfy him. I gave him the best fucking blow job he had ever had in his life.
I felt him about to go off and I continued to pursue his pleasure. I was leaving him with only one thing to focus on. The pleasing way I was servicing him had him bucking uncontrollably against my sensitive lips and very experienced mouth. The hot lava of my spit rolled down to collect at his balls. I massaged them and I could tell from his reaction this was going to get more bang for my buck.
I never gave up not even when he was shooting into the back of my mouth. It was a delicacy and one that I was going to take my fill of. I favored the flavor having a party in my mouth. I didn
’t stop there. It wasn’t enough to give him my mouth. I had to work against his depleted state until he was a victim of circumstance. He probably thought it wouldn’t happen, but I was making sure to work against his natural instincts.
“I can’t believe you fucking did that. I could have broken free at any time.” That was his story and he was sticking to it no matter how implausible it might sound.
“You keep saying that to yourself and maybe you might convince me. In the meantime, I believe I have a better use for this which might benefit the both of us.” I had my knees on either side of him. I was dripping on the head of his cock.
“I know there must be a reason for all of this. I’m at a loss to think of what it could be. I would say that you are gearing up to tell me something of importance. This is your way of softening the blow before taking off the band-aid.” I wasn’t sure that I had any right to toil with his emotions.
“Enjoy the ride and forget about everything else.” Nothing was going to be settled until I put the smile on his face.
Sex was a weapon women used to keep men from learning about some horrible secret. Housewives would ambush their men and would leave them in desperate need of a cigarette before telling them of the damage to the car.
“I would say you can’t always get what you want, but look who I’m talking to.” I slid along the wetness of his shaft leaving behind the painted evidence of my hunger for him.
“I would say that you are in no position to argue. This might be your last chance to be with me. It depends on your point of view.” I slowly began to ride the stallion while he was staring at me with daggers in his eyes. His anger only fueled me to make sure to defuse the situation before it escalated.
“I don’t know what this is all about, but I’m inclined to give you the benefit of the doubt. You do drive a hard bargain. It’s hard to stay mad at you for any length of time.” I released his hands with a well-placed key which appeared in my fingers out of the blue like magic. It was all about sleight of hand.
I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts which were desperately craving some kind of attention. I held his hands to my chest and used the momentum of my hips to slam back down against him in rapid movements to catch him unaware.
“I’ve been looking for something and I didn’t know what it was. This was supposed to be a simple transaction… Yes…fuck me…make me cum and you’ll get a big surprise.” This simple monetary transaction had turned into something where my whole world was turned upside down.
“I can feel you squeezing me and there’s no way that I can fight you. I’ve always been a sucker for a pretty face. The attitude can be a little irksome, but I’ve grown accustomed to the sneer of indecision.” I was working without a net.
I was coming to the end of my rope and I was going to take him along for the ride at the same time. I had to time it correctly. I knew what was in men’s hearts and how to predict when their bodies were under duress. He was ensnared in my web and the spider of my libido was wrapping him up in a tight vise.
I came with a litany of dirty talk which drove him into sexual madness. The string of his resolve broke under the onslaught of my hot juices raining heavily down along those inches. The gates opened up and he flooded me with a supply of his cream filled balls. I was falling apart and then I lay quietly on his chest with his arms around me.
I had no energy and the whisper of my confession gave him more than he bargained for. “I couldn’t let… I couldn’t let the father of my baby kill with extreme prejudice. I have walked down that path and I need somebody to teach this kid some morals to live by. It’s not going to be me.” I waited for his response and the silence was deafening.
“I think that I can do that for our family. I don’t entirely agree with your decision, but I understand the motivation. I will never bring up this topic again. Does this mean you are going to retire?” I kissed him and I wasn’t sure how to answer.
Only time would tell, but I had to believe love and a child on the way were enough to break the cycle of violence. I didn’t deserve my little piece of happiness, but I was going to take it nonetheless.
THE END
ALWAYS MINE: A BAD BOY NEXT DOOR ROMANCE
Chapter 1
Cameron
“Hold the door?”
I looked back at the tall man in a leather jacket that was talking to me in such a gruff voice. He had his hands full, but the problem was that I didn’t know who he was. The door was usually locked for safety reasons and I didn’t want to be the one to let him in.
“I’m sorry Sir, but if you don’t live here, I can’t let you in.”
“I am moving in today, so hold the door.”
He gestured to all of the items in his hands and there was a moment that I thought it would be best if I did let him in. But there was another side of me that was sure that he didn’t live here. I had lived in the building for many years and I would have remembered a man like him. He was hard to forget with his tattoos and dark brown eyes.
“I’m sorry, but you should have a key then. I can’t let you in, but I will give you a number to call the manager if you want.”
He looked at me as if I was a little crazy and I ignored the look that he gave me. I closed the door behind me and there was a bit of noise when I did so. I looked back over my shoulder once to catch his dark gaze. If I would have been wax, I would have melted right then and there from the stare. It was clear that he wasn’t the least bit happy with me. The man’s dark brown eyes bore into me until it was hard for me to speak, let alone go up the stairs to my own apartment. What if he was telling the truth? There was no way that we were going to be friends or anything short of enemies.
I tried not to think about it again as I opened the door to my apartment. The city wasn’t as safe as it had been and if I was wrong, there was no telling what could happen. Besides, he looked a little rough for this neighborhood. Whoever the man was, he didn’t look like he belonged. It was men like him that I tried to stay away from. That was why I lived in a place that had better security than my last place and I paid a premium in rent.
Forgetting about the man from the door, I took a shower and got ready to go out for the evening. Carol had invited me to drinks and it had been one of those weeks that I needed one. It wasn’t long before I was making my way back down the stairs and I stopped short when I saw the landlord and the rude man from before. I cringed inside. Of course he was telling the truth.
“Cameron. How are you doing?”
I smiled at the old man and told him that I was fine. I tried my best to ignore the look that I was getting from the dark-haired man standing next to him. It was obvious that he wasn’t very happy with me and I didn’t blame him now. In my defense, I didn’t really know who he was. He could have been anyone.
“I wanted to introduce you to the new complex manager Joel. You know that I am getting long in the tooth, so I finally hired someone that will be taking care of everything for me.”
It was getting worse by the minute and all I wanted to do was scream a little inside. It was my luck that he was the new manager. That meant that it was going to be impossible to get anything fixed, not when I hadn’t let him in.
“Nice to meet you Joel.”
I moved to shake his hand and there was a moment that I thought he wouldn’t take it. Mr. Johnson was standing right there though and must not have known about us meeting earlier.
“We have already met Ron. This is the one that wouldn’t let me in earlier and made me call you down here.”
Mr. Johnson chuckled and the grip on my hand was a bit tighter. I pulled away after a moment and bid them both a goodbye. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. I was more than a little embarrassed and I knew then that I wasn’t going to be calling for anything unless it was an emergency.
“Oh, Cameron? When do you want Joel to come up and take a look at that air conditioner of yours?”
I had forgotten about it and I turned around slowly.
“You know, it is working better now. I wouldn’t even worry about it.”
“Now come on. You have been telling me about it for a month. I had meant to come over, but my old knees have been acting up. That’s part of the reason that I had to hire my nephew, Joel.”
“Really, don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure? It is going to be hot next week.”
I hadn’t seen the forecast, but in New Orleans in the middle of July was always hot. I was just going to have to deal with it. I told him that I was sure and retreated into the muggy air outside before he could say anything else. Why hadn’t I just let him in? There were so many apartments in the building. It wasn’t like I would have known everyone. It was a mistake that I was going to have to pay for by sweating this summer with no air conditioner.
Looking back before I moved down the sidewalk, Joel was looking after me and I thought to myself how much of a shame it was that earlier had happened. I was more than a little attracted to the man, even when he was giving me a dirty look and now it would amount to nothing. He wasn’t my type, not by a long shot, but a guy like Joel could make a woman forget for a little while that fact.
Pushing it from my mind, I tried to focus on the night and called Carol to see where she was. She was supposed to be here already and since I now had an enemy at the door, I decided to have her meet me away from the apartment. Walking to the bistro, I waited a few minutes before I saw her silver car pull up and I took her out a drink that I knew she liked. There was no better way to start the night of dancing, then with a White Russian to go.