Piece of Me (Behind These Eyes Book 2)

by A. J. Daniels

  “Don’t get too attached to her, David. Soon she’ll just be another missing girl. And we’ll be laying on a beach in Mexico.”

  “I’m not fucking falling for her. And it’ll get done when it gets done. Now, get out, Jane.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Because I have to get back to work and figure out how to not make all this fall back on this company.”

  Pushing away from the door I rush over to my desk and grab my purse and cellphone before hightailing it out of there. There’s now no doubt in my mind that they were talking about me. But why? And what were they planning?

  Soon she’ll just be another missing girl.

  Dry heaves rack my body as soon as I step out onto the sidewalk and I have to throw my hand out against the wall of the building to keep myself from doubling over. My brain conjures up an image of the blonde-haired woman and David sitting around in his office with cocktails and discussing the best way to make me disappear. It makes my stomach roll.

  A cab pulls up against the sidewalk in front of me and as soon as the couple get out I push past them and give the cab driver the address to a local pub. I don’t even care that it’s only two o’clock in the afternoon, right now Jose is calling my name and I’m about to answer with as many shots as I can consume until I either pass out or forget about what I heard in that office.

  When I walk into the dimly lit pub I’m not expecting to see Jay sitting at the bar nursing a beer.

  “Fancy meeting you here,” I remark, placing my purse on the bar top and slipping onto the barstool next to him. I order a shot of tequila and a beer when the bartender comes to take my order.

  “Hey, stranger.” He nudges me with his elbow.

  “Long day?” I ask tipping my chin at his beer.

  “My job is made up of long days,” he replies while watching me take the shot of tequila and suck on the lime. “Long day?”

  “Don’t want to talk about it.” I hold up my shot glass to the bartender and he refills it.

  “Ah, one of those days,” he smirks, ordering two more shots.

  “Yep,” my lips make a popping sound with the word.

  He and I go shot for shot until we’re practically hanging off each other and the bartender eventually cuts us off. When my phone beeps for the tenth time since I entered the pub, he reaches over and snatches it up. I don’t bother stopping him. We don’t have any secrets between us.

  His eyes harden when he sees the message. “He lay a hand on you again?”

  He tries to raise an eyebrow but he fails miserably when both of his eyebrows rise at the same time. I can’t help the laugh that breaks through, and he reaches out to grab my arm when I almost tip the barstool over.

  “No. He wouldn’t dare do that again,” I laugh, not caring if everyone in the pub hears me. It’s a nervous laugh though. When I’m more steady on the stool and feel confident enough that I’m not going to fall over again, I slap my hand on his back and lean into him. “You wanna know the funny thing? I got this vibe about him when I first started working there, like something wasn’t quite right but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Then he touched me. Twice.” I jam a finger into my chest. “I ran out early today because I overheard him making plans to have me ‘disappear’.”

  I shake my head and reach out to take another shot before realizing that the bartender has already cut us off. “I’m not even sure what that means, and I didn’t stick around to find out because I’m not wearing underwear,” I mumble, hanging my head.

  He sputters and chokes next to me. “You what?”

  A slow grin tugs at the corners of my mouth when I lift my eyes to his. “I’m not even wearing underwear. Have you not checked your pants pocket yet?”

  Jay’s face falls and his hands immediately go to searching the pockets of his tactical pants. His frantic search halts when his left hand slowly starts to pull out a piece of silk thong. “Jesus Christ. I’ve been walking around with these all day?” He throws some bills down on the bar and grabs my hand, pulling me behind him out of the pub. Instead of heading toward a waiting cab as I expect, Jay walks us back towards the Walker Advertising building

  “Where are we going?”

  “You’re going to wait in the lobby while I go and have a little chat with your boss.”

  “Jay…”

  My sentence is cut off when I see Parker, Mike, and a third equally menacing, step out of a blacked-out SUV.

  When the hell did he text them?

  “Cole,” Jay barks at the third guy. “Stay down here with her. I don’t want her upstairs while we’re up there.”

  He nods. “Yes sir.”

  When Cole moves to stand next to me, even through my tequila-fogged brain I notice that his eyes are a unique shade of green.

  ***

  Jay, Parker, and Mike were up there for a while before the elevator pings and the three of them walk out. Jay is wiping something off his knuckles with a paper towel.

  Is that blood?

  When they reach Cole and me, Jay nods towards the men and the three of them head off again. Jay doesn’t say anything to me while he slips his arm around my waist and guides me into a nearby cab. Silence clouds us as the driver takes us closer towards my apartment.

  “What happened?” My voice sounds small.

  Jay runs a hand through his hair and blows out a breath. He doesn’t say another word until we’re pulling up to my apartment building and he’s walking me to my door.

  “What are we doing?” I press.

  “You’re not wearing panties,” he growls.

  “Jay – “

  “No, Kat. You can’t fucking say shit like that. I…fuck.” He drops his head to his chest and runs another hand through his hair.

  The look in his eyes when he lifts his head again has me backing up against my door but he follows, placing one hand above my head on the door and leaning in. His other hand grips my hip.

  “What did you guys do up there?”

  “You belong with me. You’re mine, Kathrine. And I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you,” he whispers. “You said you overheard him talking about making you disappear. So, we questioned him, and that’s all you need to know for now.” His mouth is less than an inch away from mine.

  Heat travels up my body and he groans when I bite my bottom lip between my teeth. Jay and tequila are a deadly combination. It’s like wanting that last slice of chocolate cake but knowing that you’d have to run twenty extra miles on the treadmill tomorrow just to burn it off. But that damn chocolate cake keeps calling your name and you have to use all your willpower to resist the temptation. His mouth crashes down on mine, and all my willpower evaporates. I didn’t have much willpower anyway.

  I’m what you call a touchy-feely drunk, but most of the time I can still control my actions after a few shots. But not with Jay.

  When I’m drunk on tequila shots and he’s around, all my rules and inhibitions fly out the window. It’s like tunnel vision takes over and the only thing I see is him. I can’t get enough of him. At that point he stops being my best friend and becomes the man I want to get lost in for a few hours.

  He pulls away and leans his forehead against mine, our breathing heavy. “You’re drunk,” he breathes.

  “So are you.”

  He shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant. You only want me when you’re drunk.”

  “And you’re complaining? You’re about to get laid.”

  “I want you to want me when you’re sober.”

  I pull further away from him and lean my back against my apartment door. “Why? Why can’t you just take what I’m giving you, Jay? This is all I have to give.” My arms lift and then drop to my sides again.

  He takes a step back shaking his head. He slips his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and eyes me with hurt swimming behind his intense stare.

  “I don’t believe that,” he says and walks a few feet away before looking back over his shoulder. “You will be mine. T
he sooner you realize that, the better it’ll be.”

  The minute the elevator doors close with him on the other side my phone pings with a new message.

  David: Where are you?

  Argh, not with you, asshole. Well, at least he’s still alive.

  What pisses me off the most is that Jay had a point.

  He was right.

  I did want him when I was drunk because I was too scared to admit how I felt when I was sober. Except for that one night in Toronto. But that’s all we could have. One night.

  8. Make Me Forget

  Jason

  It’s been four days since I kissed Kat outside of her apartment door and I know she’s been avoiding me, ignoring my calls and texts. According to Alice, she also requested a few days off from the advertising company.

  Well, I’m done beating around the bush. It’s time to get everything out in the open. I knock on her apartment door and stick my hands in the front pockets of my jeans. I knock again when there’s no answer.

  “Come on Kat. I know you’re in there. You can’t ignore me forever.”

  The door swings open and she’s leaning her hip against the entry way wall.

  “I’m not ignoring you,” she scowls.

  “I think you are.” I open the door wider and stroll into the apartment.

  I grin when I notice all the cleaning supplies laying across the kitchen counter. Kat goes on a cleaning spree when she’s mad, frustrated, or has a lot on her mind that she needs to think through.

  From the looks of the supplies and the cleanliness of the apartment she’s either extremely mad or has a shit ton on her mind. Everything in the kitchen and living room is spotless and gleaming and I bet if I go into all the bathrooms and bedrooms I’ll find the same thing.

  “What are you doing here, Jay” she sighs, throwing the rag in her hand into the bucket on the counter.

  “We need to talk.”

  She glares up at me. “No, we don’t.”

  Kat starts gathering up all the cleaning supplies and arranging them back into the storage bucket before placing them back under the sink.

  I take a deep breath and start again, “Kat…”

  “Jay, I don’t want to ruin our friendship so if what you have to say has to do with you kissing me on Friday then you don’t have to worry about it. We were drunk and it meant nothing. So, we’re cool,” she interrupts then smirks. “At least we didn’t end up in bed together this time.”

  Enough of this.

  I walk around the counter to where she’s standing and block her in, her front to the counter and her back to my front. I run my hands down her waist and settle them at her hips.

  “It meant nothing?” I whisper in her ear. I can see the small goose bumps appearing on her skin. I curl my fingers around her hips and dig them in slightly, bringing her against me as I lightly kiss the spot right under her ear. “It didn’t mean nothing.” I run my tongue down the slope of her neck and nip the top of her shoulder, my cock getting harder when I hear her sharp intake of breath.

  “Jay…” it’s barely more than whisper but it fans the fire already burning.

  I spin her around and crush my mouth down on hers, tracing her bottom lip with my tongue as a plea for her to let me in. She opens slightly and I don’t hesitate to explore the inside of her mouth. I groan, she tastes so good - like ripe strawberries. Her scent is intoxicating and I can’t get enough of her green apple perfume. She smells and tastes like Katherine. My hands tangle in her hair as I angle her head to take the kiss deeper, willing her to touch me.

  I don’t have to wait long before her hands are running up my chest, one of them reaches up into my hair and her fingers grab hold and pull.

  I run my other hand down lower over her back and cup her ass to pull her closer. Her hand on my chest starts venturing lower and lands on my cock. When she moans and starts stroking me through my jeans I think I’m going to come on the spot.

  When I pull away, our breaths are heavy, panting. Kat’s lips are swollen and she looks flushed. “Kat, I want you. I’ve wanted you for a while but if you’re not ready I’ll walk out that door.”

  She raises a disbelieving eyebrow and looks at me.

  I grin. “I said I will, not that I would want to but I’ll walk away for you, until you’re-”

  “Shut up,” she cuts me off and reaches up on her tip toes pulling my mouth down to hers.

  The kiss is hot and needy. My hands cup her ass and I lift her as her legs wrap around my waist and I walk us down the hall to her bedroom, pausing briefly to kick the door closed with the heel of my boot. Kat slides down my body and my cock jumps from the feel of her soft body pressed against my hard one. My thumbs lightly skim up her sides as I move her t-shirt up and over her head and drop it next to us, her pants soon join it on the floor. I can’t help but stare at her, her bra and panties the only thing preventing me from seeing all of her.

  My eyes trail their way up from her black booty shorts, over her flat stomach, her full breasts, and finally land on her amber eyes burning with need.

  “Kat, you need to stop looking at me like that or I’m not going to last,” I growl, starting toward her as a deep blush creeps up her face.

  Katherine

  After removing my bra, Jay lays me gently down on the bed and moves away. I lean up on my elbows needing to feel his body back on mine, when I see that he’s already taken off his shirt and has his jeans and boxers half way down his legs. I feel my breath hitch when he stands up tall again and I have to remind myself not to drool.

  I’m fully aware that I’ve already seen him naked but holy crap, Batman. The guy is built; I don’t even think there’s an ounce of fat on him anywhere.

  The bed dips under his weight when he crawls back up my body and settles on top of me capturing my lips with his again. His one hand trails down my side before stopping under my thigh and hitching my leg around his waist. My fingers roam over his back and I moan when I feel his cock press even more against my still panty-clad clit. His lips find that sensitive spot just under my ear again and my body becomes a ticking time bomb ready to explode. I need him in me now.

  Apparently, he is in the business of reading minds because not even a minute later he sits back on his knees and lifts both of my legs so that my toes are pointing to the ceiling. He slowly thumbs off my panties.

  Bastard is enjoying torturing me slowly.

  After he discards my booty shorts by throwing them over his shoulder, he runs both hands down the outside of my legs, before trailing the fingers of one hand back up to hold my ankles together while the other skims over my pussy lips. A moan escapes my mouth when he pushes a finger inside of me.

  “God, you’re so wet.” He groans, adding a second finger and pumping in and out of me.

  Oh, fuck. I think I’m going to come.

  The angle is so intense that I’m already looking over the edge of no return. Just when I think I’m going to tumble over, he removes his fingers and I feel the bed dip again when he gets up to grab a condom and comes back already rolling it on.

  I’m going insane and if he doesn’t get his cock inside of me soon there may be a murder; I’m not even kidding. But thank god, he doesn’t take long. His one hand grabs my ankles again holding them up while his other hand strokes his cock and he lines up with my pussy.

  “Be mine,” he growls, sliding into me an inch.

  When I shake my head he withdraws the head of his dick.

  “Be mine,” he repeats, sliding slowly into me but not giving me his full length.

  When I shake my head again, he withdraws until his dick is almost fully out.

  “Jay,” I groan. He’s torturing me slowly.

  “Be mine, Katherine.” He slowly pushes into me again.

  “Okay,” I pant, my back arching when he slams his full length into me.

  Holy fuck, that feels so good.

  When he’s in all the way, he let’s go of my ankles and my legs fall over each of shoulder
s. He pumps into me with short, even strokes at first but then gets harder and faster. It takes everything I have in me to not scream every time he hits that sweet spot.

  “Don’t stop,” I moan.

  “Never,” he responds.

  He drops one of my legs from his shoulders and instead places it around his waist changing the angle again

  “Ah, fuck. I’m going to come.”

  “Come for me, baby,” he growls in my ear.

  And just like that I feel wave after wave of my orgasm crash through me as he still pumps into me a few more times before I feel him stiffen and groan with his own release.

  Eventually he pulls out, leaving me longing to feel him inside me again. My legs are like jelly when he collapses next to me and I finally lower them back down to the bed. They’re going to fucking hurt in the morning but it will have been worth it.

  Who needs leg day at the gym when you can have sex like that?

  He goes to my bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean himself up before bringing me back a warm cloth and cleaning me up too. He tosses the cloth on the floor among our discarded clothes and climbs into bed bringing the covers up and over us before pulling my back against his front and settling his arm around my middle. Unaware of the clusterfuck that my life is about to become, I snuggle closer into him, wiggling my ass and earning a groan out of him as I smile to myself before drifting off to sleep.

  9. My Way

  Jason

  Morning light streams through the open curtains of Kat’s bedroom windows and I groan as I turn my head to see the time on my phone read 7 a.m. If my body would cooperate I could get at least another two hours of sleep in before the alarm goes off but there’s a fat chance of that happening. I haven’t slept passed seven in what feels like years.

  The smell of bacon and freshly brewed coffee invade my senses around the same time I realize that Kat is no longer sleeping beside me.