My father waited inside my apartment. He and his security team had made a surprise visit to check on my new team. A man delivering a bouquet of flowers tried to enter the building at the same time as my father. Lilies. He carried a full bouquet of lilies. When my father questioned him, the man ran. A security member followed while the other remained with my father and called the police. Because he was a U.S. Senator, half the police department showed up.They caught the man with the flowers. The lead detective in Bethany's homicide investigation had interviewed him. He wasn't my stalker and ran only because he had an outstanding warrant. He did have a vague description of Bethany's murderer or at least I hoped it was him. The man who paid him wore a dark hoodie that obscured most of his face. He was somewhere between five ten and six foot with a medium build. The flower guy hadn't looked too closely; he was more interested in fifty bucks and another fifty after he delivered the flower
I woke up first. It gave me a chance to admire Brack's amazing upper body. His forearm half covered his face. I adored the muscles in that arm, probably too much. I wanted to lick each defined curve. The tuft of hair beneath his arm was sexy, too. Hell, everything about him was sexy. Unfortunately, the sheet covered my favorite erotic spot on his body. I decided to explore under the covers. Before I began my foray, I glanced at the bedside clock and groaned. I had twenty minutes before the detective arrived.Brack's sleepy voice surprised me. "I'll make coffee. You grab a shower."He was excellent at reading my mind. "You're on. There are frozen croissants in the freezer. I wish I had time to walk down the block and buy the detective donuts.""Haha, you think that offends cops? It doesn't. We love sweet things." He rolled over suddenly, held me in place, and bit my neck where it met my collarbone. It might leave a mark and I wondered what the detective would think.I laughed as I u
Brack drove me to the country club. Because of the media swarming my apartment and our detoured avoidance of said media, I was late for practice.Jerry appeared ready to have an apoplectic fit. Then, when I introduced Brack as my boyfriend, I thought Jerry's eyes would bug out of his head. Being late was bad. A lover anywhere near training sessions was taboo. It broke every rule in Jerry's book."What the hell are you doing, Stradmore?" he hissed as soon as we were far enough away from Brack that he couldn't overhear.I stopped walking and turned to my coach. Brack and I discussed what to say during the drive over. "You know there's an insane man stalking me, right?"Jerry only grunted."I feel safer with Brack by my side. We're in a relationship and he's a big guy."Jerry rolled his eyes. "You know I already chased the media away by saying you weren't scheduled for the court today. When they finally see you with surfer boy it will be headline news. Is that what you want?"It wa
Brack had me call the hospital to check on Mack during our drive back to the apartment. They'd moved him to a private room and his mother answered with her surname.Guilt over the reason she was at the hospital with her son swamped me. "Uhh, umm, this is Olivia Stradmore, a friend of Brack's. He's, ah, driving and he wanted me to check on Mack.""Hi, Mom," Brack belted out from the driver's seat."Mom?" I mouthed. "I call her mom," he mouthed back.I could hear the smile in her voice. "Tell Brack my boy's sleeping now but was awake for short intervals several times today. He asked me to wake him when Brack called. He was very insistent about it. He's sedated, though, so I don't think there's a chance of that for a few hours.""We'll come by tonight," I told her."If he wakes again, I'll tell him. Thank you for calling, dear."She wouldn't say that if she knew her son almost died because of me. I thanked her and ended the call."Visiting the hospital is not part of the plan," Br
The fuse that held me back broke again. He drove hard, his balls slapping against me. He didn't let up until I pulsed around his cock. His chest came down on my back and he grasped my hands. He groaned against my back as his warm cum filled me. Our heavy breathing filled the kitchen. He placed a soft kiss between my shoulder blades.We've only begun rolled hazily through my head. The man would seriously kill me with orgasms if he continued. I was too wrung out to support myself. A yelp left my throat when Brack withdrew and picked me up in his arms. At least he took his shoes and pants off first. I, on the other hand, looked ridiculous with my Fancy Pants around my ankles. He only smirked as he carried me into my room and sat me on the bed. He kneeled on the floor and removed my shoes before sliding my tennis undies over my feet."Jump in the shower while I grab my bag," he said as he helped me up from the bed.I needed to relax. At the same time, I felt a little let down. I wanted
Trust. Brack was asking me to trust him with my vulnerability. I never allowed that side of me to show. Weakness had no place on a tennis court or in bed. I let the towel fall and pool at my feet. Somehow I knew he'd take his time and make this good. No, great.I crawled onto the bed feeling the soft cotton comforter rub against my knees. I scrambled into position, but quickly rolled to my side. I felt ridiculous. I knew what he planned to do. One plus one equaled two and I knew that certain positions would work best. Fuck. I had qualms about my large ass sticking in the air. It had never bothered me before so why did I care now?"You going to lay there dissecting what I asked you to do or do it?"My eyes popped open and Brack wasn't smiling. "Go back into the bathroom for a moment," I said in embarrassment. He turned and closed the door behind him. Several deep breaths later, I shifted on the bed and did as he asked. Of course, he didn't come out of the bathroom right away. The man
I don't know what I expected love to be like. Violins playing, little cupids flying around with bow and arrows, hell maybe just cuddles in bed for hours. That wasn't what happened the following morning. Brack paced across the carpet of my living room with his cell to his ear listening to one of his men on the other end. He cast a glance or two my way. I could tell before the call ended that he would try his non-communication shit with me again.I was right."What's the news?" I asked the second he lowered the phone.He came over and sat beside me. "Nothing to worry about."I gave him my I'm-about-to-slam-you-with-a-tennis-racquet look. "Bullshit." I was beginning to notice his tells. The fingers traveling through his hair was a sign that he didn't want to enlighten me. I waited.He breathed out a slow and steady breath of air. "Mack didn't see his attacker, but he heard him before he lost consciousness."My heartbeat accelerated. "Okay. Spill it.""Mack told Herman that most of
My heart stopped. Dread and terror filled me. Colors danced before my eyes making it hard to see. The whoosh of blood traveling into my head made it hard to hear. I had to get control of myself. I gulped in air. "You goddamn son of a bitch. If you hurt my father I'll kill you.""He that blasphemeth the name of the LORD shall be put to death and stoned. Remember that when you feel the pain of my hand, Olivia."Brack startled me by gathering me close and placing his head against mine so we both listened. "Where's my father?" I demanded."That's better. I have instructions for you, Olivia. You will follow them to the letter. Please bring that man with you. The one you've been with lately." His voice took on an eerie quality. "If a man commits adultery with another man's wife, both the man and the woman must be put to death." He breathed heavily and then gave a sadistic laugh. "You may choose your father or lover to pay for your sins. One shall die and the other walks away.""But-"He