Jon wasn't happy. "So we're moving in?""I'm planning to work for Reed. We need to be at his house when he's out of town and it's easier if we live there. I'll be sharing a room with Bitsy so you can have your own room to yourself without having to sleep on a couch." Reed had discussed Jon moving into the main house, but I put my foot down. My brother would remain with Bitsy and me. "You think I'm stupid. I know exactly the kind of work he wants from you."I had to tighten my fingers to keep from slapping his face. "It's a job, Jon. I'm not having sex with Reed and I don't plan on it." That was the biggest lie of my life. I sighed loudly and looked straight into my brother's eyes. He deserved honesty even if my face flushed bright red. "Okay, I might have sex with him, but it's not your business. I promise it won't be in exchange for anything he gives us."Jon looked away, but his voice carried his concern, "I like him, Jaycee, but I don't want him hurting you.""I'm not our moth
He didn't give me a chance to say anything else. He opened the door and literally jogged around his car and opened mine. When I tried to stand, he swung me up in his arms and I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck. I'm not sure how he managed to unlock the door and enter the security code on his alarm system, but he did.He carried me up the stairs. I finally decided I needed to say something because the last statement I made in the car got me pressed against his warm hard chest and had left me temporarily speechless. "What are you doing?""I'm getting something out of the way.""Umm, I need a shower if your plans include us both naked in your bed." I so hoped that's what he planned.His grumble made me smile, but he didn't say anything, just carried me through his bedroom into a bathroom that was bigger than my entire trailer. Muted light came from some kind of lighting system that blew my mind. It was a bathroom for god's sake. He hit a switch on the wall and the lig
"Was it good?" Reed asked carefully.Oh, God, how could he ask? It was the most humiliating experience of my life. The guy was a complete jerk.He moved my hair out of my eyes and palmed my cheeks, moving me back from his chest until we looked at each other."Tell me." His voice was as low as mine, but there was steel behind it. The serious look in his eyes gave me courage."It was in the backseat of his carquick, ugly, and demeaning." I tried to glance away, but he wouldn't let me."We didn't even undress all the way. He got mad because I told him he had to use a condom. He told me before we started that he had one. It ended up being an old ratty thing in his wallet that he didn't think he would really need. The experience was awful and I was mad at myself that I gave it up to him."So much sympathy showed on Reed's face. "I promise this will be good. I'll make it good."I couldn't even smile; I needed him so badly. "Then hurry before I chicken out.""No, baby, there's no way
For a long time we lay there with him buried deep inside me."Shh." He wiped tears from my eyes. Tears I didn't even know I was crying. "Did I hurt you, baby?" His concern just made it worse."No." I gave him just a touch of my smile. "That was beautiful." He had no idea I was talking about him, but I was.He tipped his head until his forehead touched mine. "You're beautiful, Jaycee. So damn fucking beautiful."He pretty much took the words out of my mouth and my smile grew."When can we do it again?" I wanted to already. I wanted to keep this connection with him so badly.His chuckle preceded a kiss to my nose. "You're gonna be sore, so we should wait.""I've waited so long, Reed. I want you again."I could tell he wanted me again too because I could feel him growing inside of me. He took ahold of my hair and moved my face to the side so he had access to my neck."I hope you don't mind love bites because I've marked you, baby, and I plan on marking you some more.""I'll kill
"We need a bath and then I must get you home or your guardians will have my head."The lazy, satisfied giggles escaped before I could stop them.The bed dipped and Reed rolled me into his arms, carrying me back to his bathroom. My feet hit the floor and I watched while he removed the condom from his cock and flushed it. He started the water in the gigantic bath, adjusting the temperature. He looked at me and smiled."May I leave you for just a few seconds? I tossed the other condom on the floor and don't want to forget it."I could feel the heat travel to my cheeks."You are so adorable for such a firecracker." He lifted my hands and circled them around his neck.His lips took mine in the sweetest kiss. When he released me, he turned and walked out of the room. I tested the bath water and then placed both feet in and lowered myself into the warm liquid, needing the heat on my muscles."Keep your eyes closed, baby, unless you want to watch me pee."Oh my God, the man had no boun
I got home after two in the morning and I stumbled to my bed with Bitsy, beyond tired, but feeling wonderful. I knew right before darkness descended that I would feel differently in the morning, that I was like my mother but right now, I cherished what Reed had given me."Jaycee, we're moving today. Get up." Bitsy's voice interrupted the most wonderful dream.Oh hell.Light was streaming in the windows, and I could tell it was still early by the chill in the air. I twisted in the covers and grumbled."Reed is coming, and Jon told me to wake you up."Reed was supposed to be here at seven, so it must be fairly close. I hoped he was as tired as I was. It served him right."I'll be up in a minute, Bits. Go see if the coffee's ready."As soon as I heard the slide of the accordion door, I got up and pulled off the t-shirt I slept in. I put on a bra and clean t-shirt followed by panties and shorts. I was very sore down there, but it didn't bother me; it actually felt good in a weird so
Reed took us to the main house to look around before swimming. My suit was an old ratty one-piece that I'd found at a thrift store. I know that seems trashy, but when you don't have money and the swimming suit cost two dollars, you get over the whole ick factor and wash it thoroughly before wearing. I didn't feel comfortable wearing it in front of Reed and just stayed in my shorts, but exchanged my sweaty t-shirt for a tank. I owned exactly two bras and one was deep in the dirty clothes basket, so I had to keep my sweaty one on.We followed Reed through his house. It was huge, much bigger than I thought. There was a workout room, game room complete with pool table, and a separate theater room with the biggest television I'd ever seen. Individual plush chairs faced the TV so you could watch and enjoy in luxurious comfort. An old-fashioned pushcart popcorn machine was against the back wall. It actually worked and had small paper bags so you could fill them and eat while watching a movie
He pulled me into the game room. "Hey, Jon, Bitsy, fresh chocolate chip cookies are in the kitchen. Maggie wants to meet you, so run in there and get a few. And bring some back for us if you don't mind."Bitsy laid her pool stick on the table. The stick was twice as long as she was tall. Jon went to pick it up, but Reed grabbed it. "I've got the cues, just follow the cookie smell and you'll find the kitchen."They left the room and Reed nodded to the foosball table in the corner. "Play me so I can kick your ass again."I rested my hip against the pool table. "Totally unfair advantage. You have foosball at your house and probably practice all the time. I hope it makes you feel good to beat little old me."Reed grabbed me after he pushed the sticks, err, cues across the table and lifted me before leaning me back so I rested against the top. My feet didn't touch the floor, so I circled my legs around his hips. His hands landed on either side of my head."Seeing you in my kitchen look
I hid in Italy for three weeks. Greg came with me and kicked my ass on the court. He actually made a great practice partner. I was back to clean eating and drinking only water. It surprised me when Greg brought a bottle of wine to my room one night."What's this for?" I asked when he gave me one of his golly-gee smiles. Greg was cute. And, married to a lovely woman who worshipped him."I've been your coach for three months now and I have no idea what makes you tick. It's time for a come to daddy talk. Or in your case, come to coach. I figured the alcohol might make it easier.""You'll need more than one bottle," I told him. He came back to my room ten minutes later with two more bottles in his hands. "Does your wife know you're getting drunk with a slutty tennis star tonight?" I smiled to take the sting out of calling myself a slut."She suggested it. We've had many long conversations about you.""How romantic."He poured our first glasses and tilted the edge of his glass against
I never returned to the hospital, which was entirely unfair of me. My anger at my father carried over to Brack. I was horrible. The man I loved hadn't fully recovered and I left him at the hospital alone. Okay, he had his parents and his team. But, bottom lineI was horrible and a coward. I ignored the calls from Brack and my father. Again- coward.I needed complete control of my life. It took me two weeks to come up with a plan. During those two weeks, I hired a new coach and trained until I could barely walk. I trained with a purpose. I'd had my own money. Not just from tennis but from my mother. I'd never used it. That was the way I punished her and myself. Now, for the first time, I paid for my own coach.I liked him. I could actually smile over the fact that my father paid for Jerry all those years while the two of them hated each other. Greg, my new coach, kicked my ass. I had no idea if I had a chance this season. But, winning the Grand Slam was in my peripheral vision and not
Two days later, the doctors discontinued the medication that kept Brack in a coma. My father showed up the morning after surgery and made me go home, shower, and change clothes. Brack's parents were staying in shifts. His mom promised she wouldn't leave his side until I returned. I hadn't really spoken to them. We stayed relatively quiet in Brack's room. I whispered encouragement and told him I was there. They gave us privacy, too. That's when I told him I loved him. Again and again, I whispered the words.My father and Senator Jacobs were cordial. Brack's mother treated my dad like a family friend. Apparently she'd been friends with my mom. I tried not to think about the ramifications of our two families tied together through me and Brack. It was too much to take right now.Brack still had the ventilator. The doctor reviewed best and worst case scenarios with us. I refused to listen to brain damage, paralysis, learning to walk and talk again, and so on. My focus was full recovery. I
Four hours later, I was passed out against Mack's shoulder when his cell rang. My brain registered the noise and I was pulled quickly from sleep."Yeah," he answered quietly. He listened for several minutes before responding. "I have her here with me. We'll be there in a minute." He slid his phone back in his pocket and looked at me. "He's in recovery. It was touch and go, but he pulled through. They have him in a sedated coma. He has a stent in his skull to relieve swelling. The doctor told his parents he came to before surgery and demanded to see you. His mom wants you up there if you think you can handle it."I was up and walking out of the emergency room before he finished, my heart pounding a hundred miles an hour. "What floor? I'm not waiting for you to waddle behind me."Snickers came from several of the guys. "I've got her," Molly said."Second floor."The elevator took so long I almost turned to the stairs. I'd do anything to get to him. Brack asked for me and I had to se
I ran toward Brack, who had fallen to the floor. There was so much blood and I tried wiping it off his face. My hands turned dark red."You did it, baby," he whispered before his body went completely limp.Sander and a woman who must be Molly ran into the enclosure with guns drawn. I could barely hear them. Echoed gunshots continued ringing in my ears."Call an ambulance and please someone check on my father. He's in the van," I said as I held Brack's head in my lap. Blood soaked my panties and covered my legs. Head wounds bleed, I kept saying to myself. Sander practically jumped over us and went straight to Ty's body. He turned back when he had assured himself Ty was no longer a threat."Where were you?" I asked softly. I didn't want Brack to hear me yelling at his team.Sander sat down next to me and took Brack's arm checking his pulse. "The bastard used some kind of scrambler. It took us a while to figure out the van didn't leave the premises. We recovered the phones. Brack had
Kids laughed. A mother scolded a young child for attempting to go under the bar and get closer to one of the cages. Brack and I stood in the center of the primate exhibit. My phone chirped. It didn't startle me this time; I was too numb. "Yes.""Walk over to the primate exhibit sign and you'll find another cell phone behind it. Exchange it for the one you're using. Have Mr. Jacobs leave his phone behind, too."Brack followed me to the sign and I did exactly as told. The phone was there. I picked it up and lay mine down. "He said to leave yours, too." Brack took his from his jeans pocket and placed it beside mine. Thankfully, no one paid attention to us. I had no idea what we needed to do next. The phone in my hand vibrated. This time I clicked the call button without saying a word."Go to your left and keep walking on the path. Did you bring my present?" I carried a bag with the dress inside so both of Brack's arms would be free. He carried a gun in a hidden leg holster."Yes, it's
The inside of my father's home was a crime scene. We sat on the couch in the front room away from the forensic team that arrived a few minutes before. The media camped at the gates added to the growing chaos.Even knowing Ty would eventually call, I jumped when my cell phone chirped. The display read "Unknown." My fingers trembled as I picked it up and answered, "Hello, Ty, or should I call you Leo?"His husky laugh sent goose bumps across my arms. "I told you not to call the police. You wouldn't listen and you'll pay for disobedience."My voice remained steady. "It wasn't me. You killed your mother, so what exactly did you expect? She worked for my dad for over thirty years. One plus one equals two, Leo." Fuller and Brack told me not to push him too hard. I had to make him believe I hadn't gone to the police, though."My mother had cancer and it was eating away at her. I did her a favor. She didn't walk in God's light. By making her repent and then killing her God may show mercy."
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
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