Dave had no idea how he'd survived more than an hour in the truck, sitting so close to Chelsea. Her leg had rested against his the entire journey, causing him to feel distracted, calmed, and...aroused beyond reason.It took him back to another evening drive they'd done together after a night in the pub in London. The one that had finished with them both nude and intertwined on a blanket beneath a midnight grey sky streaked with shooting stars."Dave, hurry up! Isn't it incredible? "She grabbed a bottle of the newest and most expensive wine from the wooden cases in the back of the yellow Subaru and started running up the side of the nearby hill. Half drunk. He watched her go, her long legs bare and her curvy backside clad in grape-stained, faded denim shorts. He was always in a state of arousal around her, but seeing her dance away from him under the thin moon glow turned his cock to granite."Chelsea, you’d better come back. I don’t think this is a good idea." Nevertheless, he pulled
Chelsea went out of the bedroom where Christie was napping with Peter as Dave and their menacing enormous host parted ways. She waited until the massive black-haired male had walked away before approaching.Dave gave her a sidelong glance, his eyes wide with surprise."Is everything okay with your friend?" she inquired.He grumbled, raking his hand through his blond hair. "I wouldn't call Sebastian a buddy just yet, but we're fine."Chelsea shuddered as she registered the name. It was an appropriate title for the brusque, intimidating man. "If Sebastian's glower is any indication, he doesn't appear to be delighted to be burdened with guests.""Are you serious? That's his normal, happy face," Dave said, exposing the twin dimples that had always charmed her. "How are Christie and Peter getting along?""Exhausted. They've already fallen asleep.""You should be," he continued, his voice softening to a compassionate worry. His hand was tenderly placed on her shoulder. "Come on. Let's get y
The Montblanc Mountain RangeGoldsmith’s Inn, Twenty Miles from Sebastian's residenceThe early autumn chill bit at the man's skin, which was still exposed to the elements. It wasn't the bone-chilling cold of winter. This had a distinct vibe, softer in some ways.Dry leaves and campfires filled the air. The source, the golden-haired man understood, was the fireplace of Goldsmith's Inn. He'd been there before on his way through this region of the northern mountains, and he knew the owner and cook, Mrs. Gray, would be making some kind of stew right about now.He got a scent of onions, garlic, and chicken stew just on cue. The odour entered his nostrils and travelled directly to his gut, generating a loud rumble.He hadn't eaten anything all day, save for a biscuit for breakfast and a piece of dry pork for lunch. His strategy had always been to travel light and quickly, then have a large dinner.However, he couldn't see the Inn's lights, but he knew it was around the corner.He yanked on
Sebastian could then do with the information what he saw fit, delivering it to the higher ups, or possibly someone else if necessary. Levi really just wanted to be the delivery boy and be done with it at this point. He'd been thinking about it for a long time.He shook his head to shake off the chill and flicked the gas from his vehicle down the final hundred yards to the clearing and the promise of a warm bed, a nice meal, and a good night's sleep.Levi felt he heard another disturbance in the woods, possibly a second deer. Whatever it was, he didn't hear it again, but his nerves were on edge until he entered the clearing and heard voices within the small building.He got out of his jeep and walked up to the modern wood inn. Blood rushed through his legs, causing a tingling feeling throughout his entire body. He bent down toward his toes and stretched to restore normal circulation before standing up straight and fastening the satchel at his side.As he headed toward the door, he took
Sebastian’s Residence In the bliss of making love with Dave, he nearly wrecked her, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure she felt at his sudden thrust that made her cum again. Chelsea gasped at the beautiful pain, feeling his shaft all the way deeper. But that initial jolt gave way to an indescribable pleasure as his lips pressed against her skin and he drew a feverish kiss that made her groan to her core.Heat raced through her veins like rivers of nothingness, all of her senses—every fibre of her being—drawn toward the pulse that now flowed beneath Dave’s lips. Each suckling tug, every erotic sweep of his tongue, confirmed what she had already known. She was his and he was hers. If she hadn’t been before, the connection he had just activated between them ensured she always would be. He could never take another as, for Dave, there would only be Chelsea. The joy that understanding gave her was almost too much to bear. It filled her heart, even as it awakened something raw a
After receiving a call from Tayler, Chelsea's worry weighed on Dave like a ton of bricks, a weight that had only grown in the hours since he'd recounted what he'd seen on the CCTV. The exact thing he'd dreaded, the error he'd made in not ensuring he'd finished the job, was about to come home to roost. He was certain of it.Unfortunately, Tayler wasn't sure if he'd seen Hermano in the last few hours or not.It didn't matter. The bitch's son had survived the explosion that should have killed him. Dave's goal had failed because Hermano was still alive. He could only hope that he hadn't let Chelsea down.And in order to assure their safety, he was doing the only thing he could think of."Is everyone prepared to go, babe?"She nodded as she marched from the back bedroom toward him. "Christie will be right behind me. She's having some issues with Peter. The poor thing has been having nightmares all night.""Understandable," Dave responded. "The child has been through a lot. "You all have,"
The screams of the terrified folks that were carried down into the town square from the upper ground only seemed to get louder in the few minutes that passed after Dave and Sebastian had left.Those shrieks laced with horror, many of which were tortured and final cries, caused Chelsea to shudder and her heart to break. She was shaken to the bone with fear."We're going to be alright," she reassured Christie and her terrified son, hoping that her own anxiety wouldn't be visible in Christie's eyes as she spoke those words. Even while she had faith that Dave was a skilled fighter and that Sebastian was as well, the fact remained that the two of them were outnumbered by Hermanos' forces by a factor that was easily three times greater.If Dave were to suffer any kind of harm..."You love him, don't you?" The tone of Christie's voice was kind and understanding."My love for him surpasses anything else, Christie." She moved her hand absently to the side of her neck, where she could still fee
Instead of complying, Hermano raised Peter higher, until the child’s rib cage was level with his open maw. Saliva and drop dripped from the tips of his teeth. “Put down your weapon, Brown or I swear I'm going to end his life.” Dave didn’t move. He didn't blink as much as blink. Holding his gun steady, he only hoped Hermano would believe his bluff. “Chelsea,” he said calmly. “Move out of the way, baby.” Hermano growled. “Don’t you take even one fucking step, Chelsea, or the next thing you’ll hear is this brat’s screams as I punch a hole through his sternum with my fist.” Christie sobbed. Chelsea looked equally miserable, but she held herself together. She stared at Dave, shaking her head as if to warn him away from doing anything rash. Well, fuck that. He would do anything to get her out of this, but damn if he wanted to forfeit an innocent child’s life to accomplish it. He saw little choice but to try to catch Hermano off guard. In a split-second move, Dave took his shot, hittin
Another rising moan. Chelsea chanted his name. Soft. A whimper. She threw her head back again, her soft hair sliding over his arms, her face flushed with arousal. Dave loved her like that. That perfect moment before her body clamped down like a vise on his, drawing out his hot release. Her unknowing song, her heat. The look on her face. It all combined to give him a fierce, primitive satisfaction and added to the wicked pleasure swamping his own body. The first wave hit her hard, consuming her. He drove deep, his shaft stretching her tight channel. A ripple went through her, from her womb to her belly and up to her breasts. He actually felt it. Another loud moan and her entire body locked around him, a vise that clamped down so hard for a moment that he couldn’t separate pain from pleasure. She shuddered again as another wave built. He felt the contraction move through her, through him, swelling like the tide, a shock wave jolting outward from her feminine sheath, surrounding him, vib
Over the next few weeks, I take Jane and Catherine’s advice and try to turn off my brain. Dave and I started going out together as a couple. Nothing explicit is said. We don’t wear little badges, but our interactions make it obvious. Jane and I were planning to finish the design of her gown, and I started going out with them. While Dave had started his own business, Christie and her son occupied our old apartment while I went to Dave's apartment in the city.When we’re out, Dave always touches me, but not in a way that makes me feel like he’s trying to mark his territory or show off. He’s just super physical. If I’m near him, his hand is somewhere on my body. Usually his palm is glued to the top of my ass, but sometimes he brushes my hair back or dangles his fingers over my shoulder. He kisses my temples and cheeks. Not once do I feel like he’s holding me back.The most important thing is that we’re happy—way happier than I’ve felt in a long time. Which is fucking mind-boggling. If so
40The trailer is damp and dark. Two solemn-looking officers sat on a table piled high with walkie-talkies, badges, and cold cups of coffee, facing a giant monitor. The fan in the corner does little to cool things down, and the whole place is wired shut like a prison cell, with no windows and thus no connection to the outside world. It's much smaller than I expected from the outside, and I find myself frozen in place for a few moments after entering."Chelsea," Christie says behind me, placing an arm around my shoulders. "Everything will be okay, sweetheart. The orphanage will not suffer, and Dave will be alright." She appears nervous but still manages to calm me down. That is my sister, brave as ever."They’re in!" shouts one of the agents. Christie and I shuffled our way around the table. We stare earnestly at the big screen, focusing on each movement while holding our breath. Inside the building, the two actors pretending to be investors are dressed to look the part perfectly. Thei
Dave encourages me not to worry on the way back to the flat, but it is difficult. No matter how many times he assures me that we will stop Sebastian, I have my doubts. I knew Sebastian was a horrible person, but I never dreamed he was capable of such atrocities, especially after Dave showed him the photographs of the community and the orphans. What will become of my darling children?! I push back the tears that threaten to spill from my eyes. As we carefully ascend the stairs to the apartment, my fingers begin to tremble.Dave walks quietly beside me and grips my hand tightly, silently reassuring me that everything will be okay."Chelsea," he whispers as we stand face-to-face at my door. "Chelsea, look at me..." He slips a finger under my chin and lifts my head to gaze into his eyes. I finally let the tears flow, the gravity of the situation too strong to overcome.Chelsea, we're going to fight this. Trust me..." I sniffle and gaze into his piercing blue eyes that offer some comfort.
"Yes but not tonight, maybe tomorrow," Dave said, shifting in his heels.The thought of him leaving without any intimate contact is driving Chelsea crazy. And I may just find myself running after him. I wait with bated breath for him to continue."Actually. I booked a room for a few days at a nearby hotel. I'd really like to see you tomorrow, Chelsea. Is that’s okay? I want to talk more about us." I stare at him like a young child opening presents on Christmas morning."Sure, I would like that," I say, releasing the smile I can no longer contain. "There's a great place just down the street where we can go for lunch." He grins. "Sounds great. I'll pick you up around 11? ""Sounds good.""Okay, well, have a good night's sleep, Chelsea.""Goodnight, Dave." I closed the door behind him and leaned back against it. My heart is giddy and my hands are shaky. He wants to talk about us? As in our relationship? Now that I am face-to-face with the reality of how much I want and miss him, it scar
Christie welcomes us to the living room. As we sit on the sofa, Dave takes another long breath before speaking. "I feel like we left a lot of things unanswered the last time we saw each other. I don't think anything was cleared up in the midst of all the yelling and screaming. But first and foremost, Christie, I need to apologise for Sebastian's harsh tone toward you. I can't claim to know what he was thinking at the time, but he had no right to speak to you in that manner.""He is an asshole, Dave, and the way he treated Christie is the same way he will treat those workers in Kenya." The animosity in my voice is clear. "Listen, Chelsea, I know you’re angry." He turns away from Christie and looks back at me. "But I need you to understand that I still care about you deeply and that everything we had was real. The truth is I know all about my partner’s activities in Kenya. But I'm not as involved in it as you think. I take care of the paperwork. But it doesn’t have much to do with me.
The space is considerably more apparent now that I am alone. Christie and I don't have any furniture, food, or money. And neither of us is employed. It will take months to restore this property to its previous glitzy splendour. I have no idea how to get us back on our feet, and I am quite frightened about starting the process. Christie, I'm sure, is as well. In that case, where are they?I get up from the floor mattress and walk to the bathroom. I let the water run over my fair skin and blond hair.Despite the heat, I find the water really calming.As it rushes over my body, the water represents my freedom. It envelops me, drop by drop, freeing my confined senses and conflicting emotions. It reminds me that I have returned home and am no longer burdened by the dreadful life I had at the mansion.I hurriedly exit the shower and grab my towel. I walk on tiptoe across the white tiles, around the empty flat, to my bag in the corner. I pull on a pair of jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and my
"Chelsea, don’t do this. You don’t know what you’re saying." I feel Dave’s strong hands around my right arm tighten. I glare up into his blue eyes. Our eyes interlock, and for a brief second, I am contained by lust. But the moment ends swiftly, and I pull my hand away, pushing him violently against the wall."Don’t you touch me!" I hurl at him. I take a large step away from him and turn back to Christie. "Come on, sister. Let’s get out of here!""I can’t, Chelsea, Sebastian is my fiancée.""So you’re choosing a man over your own sister?" I stared at her in shock."Chelsea, please don’t do this," Christie cries, her tears running wild down her face.Now is the time for me to make a quick exit. My suitcases thud on each step as I hurl them down the stairs. My sister trails behind me, upset as ever."Chelsea, wait! Please do not leave! "Just as I reach the large white double doors, I drop my suitcases and turn to face her again."Why don’t you just ask Sebastian Christie? Ask him if he’
I do not recognise my voice. It is thick with animosity. My hands are shaky and tears are threatening to spill from my eyes. Appearing to realise the seriousness of the situation, Dave turns to his colleagues. "Gentleman, please excuse me for a moment?"He gets up and strides over to me, gripping my forearm as he gently pulls me out of the room. We walk down a short corridor and into an empty office. Dave shuts the door and glares at me, anger fueling his eyes. "What the hell was that, Chelsea?!" he states, his tone biting."Explain this to me!" I half-shout, flinging the documents into his hands. "You lied about what the company is doing in Kenya. You have plans to use children? and exploit the people in an area that is too damn close to the orphanage I volunteered at. And you plan to pay the workers practically nothing!"He begins to scan the papers, his eyes darting back and forth hastily."How did you get this?!" he asks, puzzled yet still furious."What does it matter? It’s out i