Chapter 5
Dax
She kisses me back, and in this moment, if only briefly, I know I have her.
The kiss reaches a fever pitch, and my dick begs to be set free.
Reluctant to end the kiss, for fear she’ll put a stop to this, I don’t break it.
I reach for her waist and manage to pull her pants and panties down at once.
I undo her buttons and remove the shirt.
Her breasts spring free, and I get to touch her like I’ve dreamed since she jumped into my arms in the Seven Heaven parking lot.
I remove my pants but leave my shirt on. Her hand wraps around my dick, and I go still for fear she’ll try to hurt me, but she doesn’t. Her hand is like silk wrapped around me, and when she jerks my dick, I fear I’ll come like an inexperienced teenager.
I move her hand away, put her on her back, and climb on top of her.
I slow the kiss, cup her cheeks, and bite her bottom lip.
She sighs and spreads her legs. I can smell her, and she smells like sweet nectar.
I want to stick my head between her legs and eat her until she squirts on my face, but I don’t do that.
I reluctantly break the kiss, put her on her side, and lift her leg. I put my tip at her entrance, but don’t go in. She’s soaked, and I know I can slide inside her with ease, but I need her permission first.
“Yes?” I ask, my voice barely contained. If she says no, I will combust into a messy puddle of need and cease to exist.
“Yes,” she practically yells. The word is barely out of her mouth before I’m fully inside of her. I grab one of her breasts and squeeze. She throws her head back, and I suck the side of her neck, ensuring that she’s marked.
I take her rough and fast. She closes her eyes, and her mouth opens as moans of ecstasy fill the room.
“Oh, yes.” Her cries prompt me to fuck her harder. She throws her ass and fucks me back.
“You like that, Bella?” I get a carnal moan in response. “This is what you’ve been wanting. That’s why you started following me.”
She doesn’t answer, so I pull almost all the way out and roughly push my way inside her hot, wet pussy. “Whose pussy is this?” I leave her neck and suck her earlobe. She doesn’t answer, but she turns her head, and our lips lock in another deep kiss.
She moans and trembles through her orgasm. I thrust in her a few more times before I lose all control and empty inside of her.
The first thing I notice when my eyes open is that she’s not in bed with me. After we came, we didn’t speak. I pulled her into my arms, and she stayed still. I could feel her heartbeat and hear her shallow breathing.
A feeling of euphoria overtook me, and I must have fallen asleep. I sit up, still naked from the waist down. A quick look at my watch shows that I’ve been asleep for a little over an hour.
After putting my pants back on, I leave the room and go in search of my wayward houseguest. It doesn’t take me long to find her.
She’s holding a jar of peanut butter. She removes the top and throws a fist bump in the air.
She takes off the paper seal and grabs a spoon.
She looks at the spoon, thinks better of it, and tosses it on the floor.
She then sticks her finger in the peanut butter and sucks it off.
My dick gets hard at the sight and sounds coming out of her mouth.
“Would you like some bread?” Cori coughs at the sound of my voice. “I’m hurt, Bella. I spent a lot of time on that meal I cooked for us. Now you’re in here eating peanut butter.”
I whistle for Finch, who was sitting in the corner. I grab her leash and open the door. Cori freezes when she sees the outside, and I can only imagine she thinks her escape is only a few feet away. I make sure to leave the door open when I take Finch out.
It takes her less than five seconds to come out. It’s a large yard with an in-ground pool, tennis court, and garden. I throw the ball at Finch, and she runs around in the yard.
From the corner of my eye, she closes the door and eats more peanut butter.
Then she tosses the jar in the pool and runs off.
I shake my head at her. She has no shoes, and she can’t leave the property unless I let her out.
My place is more secure than Fort Knox. Unwilling to let her cut her beautiful feet, I run to her and lift her bridal style.
She fights and punches me, but I bring her inside and sit her down on the counter by the sink.
I grab a wet paper towel and clean her feet.
“By the way.” She does her best to sound casual.
“I’m not on birth control, and I’m going to milk you for all the child support I can get.
” My head snaps up at that comment. “The lawyer I work for got his last client child support even though the father had full custody. That’s what I’m going to do with you. ”
I put my hand on her stomach and grin at her. She slaps my hand, and I snort before putting it down.
“A baby? Threaten me with a good time.” She throws a punch at my face, but I wrap my hand around her wrist and bring her arm down.
“I love babies.” She shoves me, but I don’t move.
I leave her on the counter and go in search of Finch.
After she does her business, and I clean it up, I bring her back inside and fill her food and water dish.
Cori is gone by the time I return, and I go upstairs in search of her. Before I do, I stop by my office and grab the bag I had stashed away.
I find her in one of the guest bedrooms. This is the one my mother uses when she stays over. I hand her the bag, and her eyes go wide when she sees it. She snatches it from me and dumps the contents on the bed.
Everything in there is hers. “I packed that myself for you this morning,” I announce. She pulls out pajamas, clothes, underwear, and socks. She even grabs the packet of birth control pills she keeps in her bathroom. “I think we’re safe when it comes to the baby. At least for now.”
I reach for her belly again, but she jerks away.
“Don’t you fucking touch me.”
“I’ve already touched you, Bella. In every way that counts.”
“How did you get this?” She stands and points a finger in my face.
“How do you think?”
“You broke into my apartment?” Her eyes are wide, and she puts her hands on her hips.
“Bella, if you could, you would have broken into my house to spy. You’re just mad because I’m better at this than you.”
Her head rolls back. “Better at this than me? I’m a professional.”
“I assume you’re talking about your little job as a private investigator. Baby, I clocked you immediately. I’ve been leading you the entire time. You were only able to follow me because I allowed it.”
“Don’t call me baby. It’s condescending.”
“I won’t, baby.”
“How did you get inside my apartment? And how dare you touch this bag? My mother got it for me last Christmas. I haven’t even used it yet, and you put your hands on it.
” She gently picks up the bag and puts it on the bed.
Then she charges at me and rains punches on my chest. “And you went through my things? Don’t you ever.
” She points at my face but doesn’t finish her thought.
“I want to get the hell out of here now. You’ve gone too far, you pervert.
I wish I had stabbed you with that jagged mirror and killed you. ”
Then she gives me her back, plants both hands on the dresser, and cries. Unlike a few hours ago, these tears are real. Unsure of what to do, I slowly walk behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. She shrugs and walks to the other side of the room.
She wraps her arms around herself. She looks a mess. Her shirt is wrinkled and covered with peanut butter. Her jeans are zipped but unbuttoned. I take a step forward, and she puts her hand up to ward me off. “No,” she says.
I eye the bag, but I can’t come up with any reasons why it would be a trigger. It’s a large floral duffel bag with Corine’s Creations stitched in pink letters. Something about this girl tells me she’s not the pink or floral type, but the bag is important to her.
I don’t regret getting inside her apartment to get it, but she’s wrong. I didn’t break in. Not in the way she thinks.
Weeks ago
“Keep her there,” I order Sam Armstrong, Cori Lamb’s employer.
I end the call before he can utter a word.
I don’t give a shit what he has to say. He takes orders from me, not the other way around.
The moron has yet to realize that his private investigator is investigating his biggest client. On his time and dime. Idiot.
I didn’t tell her boss what she’s up to. I don’t want her to lose her job, and I want to see how far she takes this. But I’ve never had much patience, and I’m not used to letting anyone else run things. That’s always been my job, and Ms. Lamb is in for a very rude awakening.
It started weeks ago. I noticed her following me out of the Seven Heaven parking lot.
I didn’t think anything of it. It’s a small town, and I’ve seen her around since she jumped into my arms. I’ve thought of her every day since.
But she followed me a little too closely with her car, and when I took a left turn onto a side street, she continued straight ahead.
I thought that was the end of it, but once I returned to the main street, she was right behind me again.
I led her to the grocery store, and she followed me there.
She was in every aisle and stood behind me in line.
She had nothing in her hand, but when it was her turn to pay, she grabbed a pack of gum and some candy.
She didn’t follow me anymore that day, but two days later, I spotted her car.
She was parked across the street from an old convenience store where I do business.
After that, I noticed her almost every single day.
She was everywhere I was, and I wondered if she was crazy or fearless.
She was not in any danger of getting hurt by me, but ideas started to form in my head. I found her extremely sexy, and her bout of nosiness mixed with bravery was like gasoline on a lit match.