by L. Wilder
“She does, but I’m sure that doesn’t make it any easier on you.” My heart ached for him. I knew how hard it was to be away from those we cared about the most, so I added, “I’m really sorry to hear about your wife.”
“I appreciate your kindness, but it was a long time ago.” He glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, then said, “I’ve learned to live without her, but I still hold on to the love she left behind.”
The pain I’d felt earlier only grew stronger at the sound of his words. Like me, his loss had hit him hard, but he’d done what he could to move forward. I glanced over at Menace, who seemed equally as moved, and wondered if he’d also lost someone he cared about. I turned back to Billy. “It sounds like she was very special to you.”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he turned his attention to his meal and began eating, putting an immediate end to our conversation. None of us had much to say as we ate, which wasn’t unusual. Both Menace and Billy were men who kept their thoughts to themselves. Once we were done, Menace and I cleared the table and were putting the plates in the dishwasher when Billy asked him, “Would you mind helping me out with something in the barn?”
“Sure, no problem.” As they headed for the door, Menace turned to me and asked, “You gonna be okay for a while?”
“Oh, yeah,” I assured him, “I’m going to take a quick shower and read a little.”
He nodded, then followed Billy out the back door. Eager to get back to my book, I ran into the bedroom, grabbed something to sleep in, and rushed to the bathroom. After my shower, I slipped on my t-shirt and panties, then crawled under the covers. I quickly grabbed my book and dove in. Just like earlier, it didn’t take long for me to get all hot and bothered—a state I’d been in since the day I met Menace. As I read a sexy scene, I found myself imagining Menace as the sexy hero and I was the damsel in distress he was having his way with. It was quite the scene, one that had me clenching my thighs together with a quickened breath. I was practically panting when the door opened and Menace came into the room.
I slammed the book shut and tucked it away at my side. A mischievous smirk crossed his face as he snickered, “So, how’s the book?”
“It’s pretty boring, actually.”
“Um-hmm. If you say so.”
He grabbed some clean clothes from his bag, then walked into the bathroom and started the shower. As soon as I heard the water running, I thought about that night when I’d wandered into his office and found him in the shower. Just thinking about it had me tingling all over. Moments later, he came out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of boxer briefs. My eyes studied his muscular chest, marveling at all the colorful ink marking his skin. Menace’s dark wet hair glistened in the light as he walked over to the bed and got under the covers next to me.
When he just laid there without saying a word, I sighed and rolled to my side, and then onto my back again. I couldn’t seem to get comfortable no matter what I tried. I knew exactly what would scratch the itch that had me on the brink of insanity, but it meant breaking Menace’s no-sex rule. I glanced over at him sprawled out on the bed next to me, looking like every fantasy I’d ever had wrapped up in one incredible, sexy package. It felt like my entire body was on fire. I couldn’t stand it a second longer, so I threw the covers off of me, desperate for some cool air to soothe my overheated skin.
I let myself steal another look at him, and I noticed his eyes surveying my pink toes, my calves, my knees … and watched as his gaze stalled on my thighs. He was checking me out, no doubt about it. His voice was ragged as he asked, “Uh, what, uh… Whatcha doing over there?”
“Hmm?” I replied with my best doe eyes. “Nothing. Just getting more comfortable, that’s all.”
His hungry eyes skirted over the length of my body; then, he dropped his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes. That ass! I knew he wanted it every bit as much as I did, but he was playing it cool. Well, I was done playing it cool. My sexual frustration had all but depleted my self-restraint, and feeling the heat of his bare skin next to mine wasn’t helping matters. I became restless and couldn’t stop fidgeting in the sheets thinking about his hands and how good they’d felt as he possessively took control of my body.
Needing to get a little closer, I rolled over to my side to face him. The hem of my t-shirt rode up, exposing my black lace panties, and I fought a tiny smirk as his eyes darted from my hips to the ceiling. I lifted my hand and placed it on his chest, slowly trailing my fingers over the lines of one of his tattoos. He clenched his jaw as he warned, “Parker.”
I knew he was reminding me about his rule, but I felt pretty confident that breaking a rule or two would be a hell of a lot better than this torture. “Hmmm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I lied as I inched a little closer. I could feel his heart start pounding beneath my palm as I laid my head on his shoulder and angled my mouth towards his neck, my warm breath against his skin. “Just getting a little more comfortable.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“What about you?” I asked as I gently drew circles on his pec with my fingertip. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
His focus dropped down to my breasts, clearly visible through my flimsy white t-shirt. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and I couldn’t help but remember what else that tongue could do. “Are you sure?”
His breath caught as I let my fingertips move from his tattoos down to his abdomen. His cock stirred when I reached the waistband of his boxer briefs. I toyed with the elastic, letting my fingers brush against his flesh. When I noticed his erection pressing against the cotton fabric, I moved my hand down further, brazenly testing his arousal. A deep hiss escaped his lips as my palm ran over his thick shaft, and there I had it. Proof that he was just as turned on as I was.
“Thought so,” I whispered.
“You’re killing me, woman.”
“I’m just getting started.”
I feared he might resist when I started to lower his boxers down his hips, but he didn’t. Instead, he lifted his hips and allowed me to ease them down his legs, freeing his cock to the cool air. His eyes closed and his breath hitched as I wrapped my fingers around his long, thick shaft and rubbed the pre-cum around his tip with the pad of my thumb. I moved my hand up and down, teasing us both as I stroked his throbbing cock. I felt him grow even harder when I lowered my mouth and slid my tongue along the head, tasting him before I took him deeper. Menace’s head tilted back against the pillow as he warned once again, “Parker.”
While continuing to stroke him, I removed my mouth and asked, “You want me to stop?”
He inhaled a pained breath, then let it out slowly.
“I didn’t think so.”
His eyes clamped shut when I returned my mouth to his pulsing cock. He tangled his hands in my hair, silently begging me for more. When he tilted his head back and moaned my name, I became even more aroused. I loved seeing him like this, completely lost in my touch. A low rumble worked its way through his chest as I started to move faster, licking and sucking, making it more and more difficult for him to maintain control—something he clearly didn’t give up easily. Seeing the effect I was having on him had my entire body burning with desire.
I needed to relieve the ache that was building between my legs, so I sat up on my knees and straddled him, rocking my hips forward as I dragged my clit against his erection. Never in my life had I been so bold, but I’d never wanted a man like I wanted Menace. As I continued to move against him, I lowered my hands to the hem of my t-shirt and slipped it over my head, tossing it to the floor. His eyes flew to my full breasts, and I could see the last bit of resistance fade from Menace’s eyes as his passion took over. His jaw set and his eyes locked with mine as his hands moved to my hips. He hooked his rough fingertips in the waistband of my panties before giving an effortless tug and ripping them away from my eager flesh.
“Good God, Parker. You have no idea what you’re d
oing to me.”
“It’s okay, Menace. I feel the same way.”
“No.” His eyes grew fierce as he growled, “Jared... Call me Jared.”
“Okay, Jared.”
The head of his cock pressed against my clit as his shaft slid along my center. I shifted my hips against him, letting the friction continue to build before I reached beneath me, taking his long, thick shaft in my hand, slowly stroking him up and down before positioning him at my entrance. With one swift thrust, he slammed deep inside me, giving me every inch of his rock-hard cock. I stilled, relishing the sensation before I started to rock forward. His hands dropped to my ass, pushing against me as he guided me in a slow, meticulous rhythm. I gasped when he shifted forward, finding that spot that made every nerve in my body tingle. He placed his hands on my hips as I slowly began to move, groaning at the jolts of pleasure that shot through me.
Without any warning, he eased up into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around me as he seized my open mouth with his. His lips devoured mine as he pulled me tight against his bare chest. His mouth blazed across my skin, hungrily traveling down my neck and then my collarbone and finally down to my swollen breasts. God, his mouth felt so good, so warm and wet. My fingernails ran across his scalp as I wove my hands into his hair, pulling him closer as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. He tormented me with his tongue, swirling the sensitive flesh between his lips. My hips moved faster, every rock increasing the pleasure inside me. “So fucking incredible.”
Jared’s mouth returned to mine and sucked my bottom lip. I placed my palms on his shoulders and gave a little push, wordlessly asking him to lie back and enjoy. He lay down and his fingertips dug into my hips, pulling me tighter against him with every grind. I braced my forearms on his shoulders to steady myself as I leaned forward to ride him.
“Jared, you feel so... Ohhhh, God.”
I was on the brink of losing control when he suddenly stilled; then, he grabbed me by the hips and rolled me underneath him but pulled away. “Don’t move.”
He leaned over and quickly retrieved a foil packet from his wallet on the nightstand. Within seconds, he’d rolled on the condom and was back centered between my legs. His mouth was again pressed to mine, our warm breaths mingled between our lips as he whispered, “You’re an evil, evil woman, Parker.”
A smirk crossed my lips as I teased. “What can I say? You bring out the wicked in me.”
Without responding, he drove inside me, hard and deep. Then the muscles in his arms became taut as he held up his weight and moved with slow, shallow thrusts. It felt incredible to have his body so close to mine, but I needed more. Sensing my struggle, he pulled back and drove into me again and again, dominating my body in the most primal way. It didn’t take Jared long to find that spot, which made every nerve in my body tingle. I dug my fingers into his back as he continued with the relentless rhythm he’d set, and with each shift of his hips, I could feel my climax building, burning through my veins.
“Don’t stop!” I cried as I tightened around him. He slid his hands underneath me, lifting me higher as he angled his position. His movements suddenly became rough and demanding as he took me deeper and harder, plunging into me again and again.
“That’s right, baby,” he growled as he continued with his punishing rhythm. My hands searched frantically for something to hold on to as the waves of pleasure began to roll through my body. I clutched his shoulders, and my head pressed into the mattress as my orgasm started crashing over me.
“Come with me,” he demanded, and my body complied.
He filled my entire being with overwhelming pleasure as I jolted beneath him, pulling him deeper inside me, wrapping my thighs like a vise around his hips. When his own climax took hold, he threw his head back and let out a deep, guttural groan as my sex clenched around him.
“Fuuuck—” he gritted out as his body trembled against mine. After several moments, he slowly eased off me to toss the condom in the trash before lowering himself down onto the bed next to me. I laid my head on the pillow and listened to the sounds of our erratic breathing slow into a steady rhythm. Goosebumps rose on my skin when his lips brushed across my shoulder and along the curve of my neck. When he reached my ear, he whispered, “Wicked, wicked woman.”
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Don’t apologize. I was crazy to make such a stupid rule.” He reached over and pulled me to him, kissing me softly on the forehead as I nestled closer, then raked his fingers through my hair as he whispered, “It’s been killing me not to touch you.”
“Well, it hasn’t exactly been easy for me either.” I glanced up at him as I said, “I don’t think I’ve ever been attracted to anyone like I am to you, and it’s been driving me a little crazy.”
He cocked his eyebrow as he teased. “So, you only want me for sex, is that it?”
“No, unfortunately, not.” Unable to look at him, I lowered my head to his chest as I whispered, “I want you for a lot more than just the sex. I really like you, Jared. I like you a lot.”
“I like you too.” His voice was low and raspy as he whispered, “More than I care to admit.”
When I heard those words, I was overcome with emotion. At first, I’d thought my attraction to him was purely physical, but over the past few days, I’d realized it was something more. Much more. I was relieved to hear he felt the same way. I turned to him and placed the palm of my hand on his cheek as I whispered, “I’m really glad I found you.”
“I am too.” A smile slipped across his face as he said, “I just wish you hadn’t waited so long to find me. You wasted a lot of time running around stealing stale bagels from hotels.”
I lowered my head back to his chest and listened to the soothing sound of his breathing. After several minutes, I asked, “So, does this mean we can forget about the rule you made about no sex?”
“Oh, yeah. That rule has come and gone. In fact, I think we have some lost time to make up for.” He eased up from the mattress and centered himself between my legs once again, brushing his hard cock against me. “What do you think?”
“Mm-hmm, I couldn’t agree more.”
Menace
After spending an entire night tangled in the sheets with Parker, the two of us were completely spent. She was sleeping soundly next to me, looking beautiful as ever as she clutched her pillow. Figuring she needed the sleep, I did my best not to wake her as I eased out of bed, then grabbed some clothes from my bag and slipped into the bathroom for a long, hot shower. Afterward, I walked into the kitchen for a much-needed cup of coffee. I’d just taken my first sip when the basement door opened and Billy appeared. “Just the man I was looking for.”
“You need help with something?”
“Only a moment of your time.”
He motioned for me to follow, then turned and headed back down to the basement—a place which, up until now, had been off-limits to both Parker and me. Clearly, that was no longer the case. While Billy led me down the staircase, my anxiety started cranking up, thinking back to what Parker had said about him possibly having a woman chained to a wall down here.
After reaching the bottom step, I was surprised that it looked like a typical basement—at least for the most part. Similar to upstairs, all the furniture and paint was white and overly tidy, but it seemed more relaxed. Billy continued past the sitting area and over to a wall of shelves. He pushed a secret button, then a wall slid back to reveal a massive steel door with a keypad.
Billy entered a code and the door eased back, revealing a long concrete hallway. It was cold and drafty as we stepped inside. I was trying to adjust to my surroundings when Billy closed the door behind us, locking us inside. I didn’t like the claustrophobic feeling creeping over me, but it was soon forgotten when we walked past the first doorway. I glanced inside and was surprised to find that the walls of the large room were completely covered in plastic. There was a drain in the center of the stone floor. Various tools, like bone saws a
nd scalpels, were tucked away in metal cabinets. Each of the glass cabinet doors was marked with tiny white labels taped to the outside, identifying its contents.
As we continued down the hall, I spotted a second room, but this one wasn’t as big. Except for the large incinerator in the back corner, the space was empty. Next to it was another large steel door, which I could only assume was a second exit—one he’d use whenever he brought in bodies to be incinerated. Fuck, I had to give it to the man. He was prepared for anything. I could only imagine how many times he’d used this very room to clean up the clubs’ messes. We continued farther until we reached the final room in the hallway. The second I walked in and saw the pristine white walls and numerous medical cabinets, I thought I’d stepped into a hospital room; then, I noticed the gurney and the girl lying lifeless on top of it.
I stepped closer and felt the blood drain from my body when I saw how much she looked like Parker. “Damn, Billy. Who the hell is this?”
“She’s Parker.” He glanced down at the young woman and grimaced. “Or for all intents and purposes, she will be Parker.”
“Holy shit, man.” The woman shared similar features with Parker—the same build, height, and weight. They even had the same skin tone. The only difference was the hair color. This particular young woman’s was dark, but considering Parker had been on the run for almost a year, it wasn’t an issue. “I can’t believe how much they look alike.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“Yeah, but how’d you do this? How’d you find such a close match?”