~BRIANNA~With a shift, I let my dress slip from my shoulders and fall to the floor, revealing the lingerie beneath. Nathan's eyes darkened, as closing the small distance between us, his lips claimed mine in a possessive kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, both hungry and tender. Then, slowly, oh so tantalizingly slowly, he backed me toward the bed, his kisses travelling down my neck, across my collarbone, before they moved lower still, his teeth grazing the sensitive tips of my nipples.Afterward, as he laid us on the bed, my moans joined the sound of fabric tearing as Nathan ripped my panties off. With a gasp, I arched off the bed, my arousal growing, further dampening my already swollen and wet folds. As his mouth found my center, I bit down my lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. His tongue, a masterful artist, began stroking and teasing until I was writhing beneath him, begging for more. My nails dug into his shoulders, leaving half-moons on his skin as I felt myself c
As I grumbled to myself about full-of-themselves jerks, I followed Nathan to the bureau. Then, after parking, I fell into step beside him as we made our way toward the bureau. Our anger with each other wrapped around us like an afghan wrapped around a Grandma, and after entering the bullpen, he stalked off toward his office. I followed several steps behind, still grumbling. Man, his mood was black this morning, but mine was darker!Entering his office, I came to a stop, taking in the papers he was tossing with an uncaring attitude toward his desk from the filing cabinet. As he continued to toss papers, I watched as some hit the desk, while others fell to the floor. After a few seconds of demonstrating his foul mood, he looked up, barking at me. "Where the hell is the Aikins file?""You’re acting like a big baby," I snapped back, glowering at him as I crossed my arms over my chest. He wanted to be an ass...let's see who could be the biggest. Eyes rolling and a snarl curling his upper
Patience gained a whole new meaning, as with every faltering step, he'd pause, laughing, before we'd start again. Though our steps were slow, and I had to use a great deal of perseverance, I finally got him into my pickup, and by the time I got him to his house, he'd passed out in the seat, emitting little snores. Reaching out, I caressed his cheek, causing him to stir a little. But when he didn’t rouse fully, I ran my fingers across his cheek again. “Come on, wake up Nathan, I need you to help me get you inside."After a bunch of tugging, pulling, and outright cursing, I finally got him into the house. Now, as he sat on his bed, snoring again, I held him in a sitting position, struggling to get his shirt unbuttoned. When I finally freed the last button, he slit one eye open, peering at me blurrely, as he muttered, "I didn’t think you were ever coming back…I would have waited for you." Within seconds of the words leaving his mouth, he flopped backward on the bed, and started snorin
That evening, as the sun began dipping toward the horizon, I sat huddled in the middle of the floor of my living room, memories filling my mind…~December 24th 2009-six years earlier~When I'd finally managed to fall asleep, it had been late. My head, it seemed, had only just hit the pillow, before a pounding on the front door startled me awake. Rolling off the bed, I hit the floor on my knees with a yelp before I managed to scramble to my feet. Using an arm to swipe at the hank of hair hanging in my face, I glanced through blurry eyes at the clock on my bedside table. What the fuck? It wasn't even quite six in the morning yet, and some jackass was trying to beat the damn door down.Stumbling my way out of my bedroom and down the stairwell, I grumbled none too quietly that whoever the motherfucker was, they had better have a damn good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn.Finally, having woven my way across the floor of the entrance hall like a drunk, I came to a stop befo
Sucking in a breath and roughly pushing me away again, Nathan raked agitated fingers through the natural messy tangle of his hair, making it even messier. He gave a low growl, before hissing, “Because I'm bad news baby and because you have no idea what the fuck is good for you. No idea of the fucking things I've done…things I’m going to continue doing. No idea of the fucking things I've been through, or have fucking chosen to do. You have no fucking idea of who the hell I really am…and moreover, YOU DON’T FUCKING WANT TO!“Who are you trying to make believe that bullshit Nathan…you or me? I’ve seen your good side and your dark side, so, I’d say I know you pretty damn well!” I hissed.Nathan snorted, before sneering, “No, you don’t! And as for you seeing my dark side—hardly—you don't know a fucking thing about my dark side…the secrets I hold, and furthermore, you don’t want to, I can assure you of that! Believe me, baby, when I say, you have no clue who I am. Truth to tell, I’m pretty
Three hours later, we were both drunk and out on the dance floor. Beyonce's Dance For You, was blasting out of the speakers, and I was making suggestive moves with my hips when I felt a body slide up against mine, and then begin grinding against me.Even without Minx's eyes widening before narrowing, I knew who was behind me. Hell, even if I'd been unconscious, I'd have known. His cologne and warmth surrounded me, and I found myself grinding right back. The thick hardness pressed against my ass spurring me on.Leaning his head down until his lips rested against my ear, Nathan continued to bump and grind against me as he growled, “Yeah. You’re not making this friendship thing between us easy.” Then, with a hoarse, "Fuck!" he released me, and disappeared into the crowd.The next morning, slitting an eye open, I uttered a groan. Feeling like I was on death’s door, I gingerly leaned over, grabbed my purse, and dug out the pain relievers buried within its depths. After shaking two tablets
As Nathan had reached the exit, he paused again, where leaning his forehead against the door, he'd raised a fist and banged it with the outer edge of his fist, before shoving the door open he'd stepped through, and was gone.Shaking off the memories and restless, I rose from the floor and began to pace about the room. The low throb of a bike reached my ears, and I groaned. "Oh, God—not, now." I was still too raw—my defense's down. "Hell," I grumbled to myself. I couldn't even lock the damn door and hide behind it, as it stood wide open, splintered. Drawing a breath, I stood motionless, listening. All too soon, I heard the thump of Nathan's boots as he stepped up on the porch, each step drawing him closer.Finally, raising my head, I squared my shoulders, and drew another deep breath, before turning. My eyes collided with Nathan's as he stood in the busted doorframe. He gazed in my direction, eyes inscrutable. Finally, he looked away from what had become a staring contest between us.
The next couple of hours passed as I put away items in the kitchen and bathroom, occupying myself, and refusing to let my mind wander. Hunger pains finally drove me back into the kitchen, and placing a few of the takeout boxes in the microwave, I heated them through. Sitting down at my new table, I began to eat my solitary meal. A few minutes later, I was preparing to toss the almost untouched meal in the trash, when my cat, Mr. Friskies, came in through the open back door. Instead of scraping my plate in the trash as I'd intended, I scraped the food into his food bowl. Afterward, I moped around the cabin for another twenty minutes, before deciding I'd had enough, I made my way outside. I knew what I would see, but I had to settle the argument in my head. So, climbing in the pickup, I headed toward town.Ten minutes later, I stared at Tami’s Acura sitting beside Nathan’s truck, "Dumb-ass, what did you expect? They’re married!" my inner-voice mocked."Oh, fuck off," I grumbled back
The next morning, I stood, gazing out the small window residing above the sink. I'd done the same thing at least a thousand times, but the view never got old.As I watched, the sun crept above the tree line, showing the first blush of its morning face as darkness gave way to the light of a new day.Carrying the coffee mug I held in my hand to my lips, I blew on the liquid within its depths, before taking a sip as the curls of steam rose above the cup, brushing my lips, cheeks, and nose with their dewy breath.No sooner had the bitter brew hit my tongue, though, than its scalding temperature rushed across it, blazing a trail of fire in its wake. Swallowing Hell's liquid inferno, I gave a hiss and grimaced at the sting. Letting out a curse, I began sucking in air and flicking my tongue against my teeth, trying to cool the burn. Damn! I'd never claimed I was smarter than the average bear, but shit, I sure as hell thought I was smarter than this!Nonetheless, by my actions, I'd proven dif
At five after six, I stepped out of the building’s double doors and drew a breath. Overall, the day had gone well, I surmised. I’d had little contact with Nathan, which I was thankful for; I was still very much in love with him, and his behavior toward me was killing me.As I walked through the parking lot, I listened to the activity going on in the nearby surroundings. To the blare of car horns, the loud exhaust pipes, and the thumping speakers of the cars as they sped past, their occupants in a hurry to get home or to wherever they were going after their workday. Reaching my pickup, as I was in a hurry to get home too, I pulled the driver’s door open. A hand and arm reached around me and shoved it back shut, before being jerked around I stared at the furious features of Nathan. “What the hell is this shit of you putting in your resignation?” he roared, glaring at me. I could only stand behind what I’d had to do, however, my insides felt shattered. “It doesn’t matter Nathan, it’s
I gazed at Nathan, the memory of the tongue-thrashing he had given me still fresh in my mind. His words had sliced through the air, cutting me deep; a whip of accusation and disappointment.His words had been relentless, his voice rising and falling in a crescendo of fury."Brianna, what the fuck is wrong with you?" he'd roared, his hands braced on my desk as he leaned in close. "You're supposed to be the best! But you're out here missing the most basic of shit!""I-I'm sorry-" I'd stuttered.My words had cut off as he'd barked, "You're sorry?" Then, eyes narrowing and the muscles in his jaw popping, he'd bit out, "That's it? That's all you've got? You're sorry?""Yes," I'd whispered. "It won't happen again."He'd shaken his head. "You're damn right it won't! You're supposed to be the best, Bri. You're my right hand, and you're failing me. You're failing us. What the fuck is going on with you?"The accusation had stung, and tears had pricked the corners of my eyes as I'd murmured, "I'
~BRIANNA~As I walked into the agency, I was surrounded by the energy of the place. Agents moved about, their voices combining with commands and urgency. For most, the workday was well underway, and the ever present scent of coffee filled the air, a scent that would have normally drawn me toward the break room to garner a cup. Today, the dark brew held no appeal---over the last twelve hours I’d had more than enough of the liquid.Hours earlier when I had arrived at the hospital, my eyes had immediately found Nathan's, and my steps had faltered. His gaze had been haunted as he'd peered sightlessly at the floor, his face etched with lines of pain and exhaustion.Gently approaching him, I'd placed my hand on his shoulder. "How is she?" I'd asked.Looking up, Nathan had gazed at me through eyes that were bloodshot and tired. "They're still operating," he'd stated, his voice raw with emotion. "She lost the baby though," he'd whispered, swallowing hard.Pain squeezed my heart and I'd breath
Nathan handed me a stack of photos of the missing women. Each one had been vibrant and full of promise, and each had disappeared from the same club. My stomach churned as I studied the images, a sense of urgency setting in."Look at the timeline," he said, pointing to a board covered in notes and newspaper clippings. "They're all young, all pretty, and all vanished from the club. The similarities are too strong to ignore."I took a deep breath, trying to push aside my personal feelings and focus on the job. "Okay, let's go through the security footage again. Maybe we missed something."We spent hours watching the same clips over and over, searching for the tiniest detail that could lead us to Jessica. The club's lights flickered in a maddening rhythm, playing tricks with the shadows that danced across the screen. It was like watching a macabre dance of fate.As we studied the tapes, the rain outside grew more intense, the drops racing down the windows like a million tiny rivers trying
~BRIANNA~I stood where Nathan left me, my heart breaking as he climbed on his bike. After kicking the kickstand up, and a quick thrust of his leg, he fired the bike to life, and was soon roaring out of the driveway, bits of rock and debris kicking out from behind his tire.When I could no longer hear the bike, I made my way over to the helmet that lay on the ground and picked it up. Afterward, uttering a muffled sob, I sank to my knees, clutching the helmet against my chest. Rocking, I bowed my head, and for the second time that day, I cried until I was exhausted.↜↜ 🖤🖤↝↝The next morning I rolled over as my alarm clock blasted out a rock song, accompanied by an irritated howl from Mr. Friskies, as I pinned his body beneath mine. Quickly jack-knifing, I watched the black and white piece of fluff I’d found wet and shivering in an alley during an assignment as he streaked off the bed and out of the room.Grumbling, I reached out and shut the alarm off. Never in my life had I been les
Turning before he could see the tears in my eyes, I quickly walked toward the doorway and out into the hall, forgetting all about my coffee.Hours passed, dragging the minutes behind them, and thankfully, Nathan never appeared at his desk, though occasionally I could have sworn I felt his eyes on me. The month-long day finally passed, and it was nearing seven before I made it home.After carrying an armload of shopping bags into the house, I headed toward my bedroom. Depositing the bags on the floor next to my closet, I greeted Mr. Friskies as he jumped on the bed. Immediately he complained in a throaty objection of what a lousy caretaker I was since I'd left him to starve two hours past his suppertime.If I'd been in a better mood, I would have laughed at his antics but as I wasn't, he just pissed me off instead, so I growled at him. His vocalization quit immediately, and he gazed at me out of huge, non-blinking green eyes."Yeah, that's right, buddy. I'm in a worse mood than you are
The next couple of hours passed as I put away items in the kitchen and bathroom, occupying myself, and refusing to let my mind wander. Hunger pains finally drove me back into the kitchen, and placing a few of the takeout boxes in the microwave, I heated them through. Sitting down at my new table, I began to eat my solitary meal. A few minutes later, I was preparing to toss the almost untouched meal in the trash, when my cat, Mr. Friskies, came in through the open back door. Instead of scraping my plate in the trash as I'd intended, I scraped the food into his food bowl. Afterward, I moped around the cabin for another twenty minutes, before deciding I'd had enough, I made my way outside. I knew what I would see, but I had to settle the argument in my head. So, climbing in the pickup, I headed toward town.Ten minutes later, I stared at Tami’s Acura sitting beside Nathan’s truck, "Dumb-ass, what did you expect? They’re married!" my inner-voice mocked."Oh, fuck off," I grumbled back
As Nathan had reached the exit, he paused again, where leaning his forehead against the door, he'd raised a fist and banged it with the outer edge of his fist, before shoving the door open he'd stepped through, and was gone.Shaking off the memories and restless, I rose from the floor and began to pace about the room. The low throb of a bike reached my ears, and I groaned. "Oh, God—not, now." I was still too raw—my defense's down. "Hell," I grumbled to myself. I couldn't even lock the damn door and hide behind it, as it stood wide open, splintered. Drawing a breath, I stood motionless, listening. All too soon, I heard the thump of Nathan's boots as he stepped up on the porch, each step drawing him closer.Finally, raising my head, I squared my shoulders, and drew another deep breath, before turning. My eyes collided with Nathan's as he stood in the busted doorframe. He gazed in my direction, eyes inscrutable. Finally, he looked away from what had become a staring contest between us.