Fleeting Moments(48)

He f*cks me with his hand and eats me until I can’t hold it back any longer. I try, really I do, but the pleasure is too much. A moan escapes and I come, hard. My entire body shakes as ripples of pleasure radiate through my body. Heath moves quickly after that, jerking his jeans down and bringing my ass to the edge of the bed.

Then he’s inside me, f*cking me with ferocity. His dick is so big, stretching my body as it fills me. He knows how to work it, he knows how to angle his hips—he just knows how to make me feel so damned incredible. I gasp out his name, not even trying to hold back anymore. He’s angrily f*cking, and it’s hot. His entire body is wound up tight, his muscles bulging, veins popping out from his skin. He is so damn sexy. It takes my breath away.

“Harder,” I gasp.

He slows down.

“Fuck, Heath, harder!” I cry, squirming.

“That would make it too easy for you,” he pants.

“Ass.”

He slows down, dragging his cock in and out at an agonizing pace. I push up on my elbows and try to take hold of something, anything, to get him to move faster, but he’s standing and I can’t reach him. I glance down at his dick sliding in and out of me, glistening with my arousal. God dammit, that’s hot. I gasp and drop back down. Even at this slow pace my orgasm is building.

Just before it reaches me, he pulls out.

“Heath,” I rasp, my body burning as my high slips away.

“Roll over.”

“But . . .”

“I’ll decide when you come. Now roll over,” he orders, his cock jutting up against his belly.

I meet his eyes. “No.”

He grins and reaches down, taking me and flipping me over, pressing a hand to the middle of my back to hold me in place. “I think you like defying me,” he growls, as he slides his cock into me again. “Because I think you like how it feels when I take charge.”

He’s right. I do.

I curl my fingers into the bedspread and arch as he f*cks me, hard and deep. I try not to let him know I’m nearly ready to come, but he knows—he knows even before my body starts winding up tight. He pulls out, panting.

“God dammit,” I gasp. “Stop it.”

“Tell me you’re sorry.”

“Fuck you, Heath.”

“Do it, baby.”

Damn him. “I’m sorry, now keep going.”

“Mean it.” He leans down, swiping my hair from my neck and breathing against my ear.

“I’m sorry,” I say, turning my face so I can meet his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

His eyes flash. He smacks a quick kiss to my lips.

Then he f*cks me until I come.

***





ONE WEEK LATER


It’s been a quiet week.

Heath has been busy investigating, and I’ve been busy working, as well as dealing with lawyers. I’ve been attending my book club meetings and have met some lovely people, which has helped to pass the time. Gerard is still insisting on having someone look into our marriage to make sure I wasn’t having an affair, but knowing Heath has that covered is good. I haven’t spoken to Gerard and have refused all contact outside our lawyers.

“You’re all done for the day.” My boss, Amy, smiles as my shift finishes on Saturday night.

“Thank you.” I sigh. “I’m exhausted; it was a busy day.”

“It was. Go home; enjoy your weekend. Are you on again Monday?”

I nod. “I sure am. I’ll see you then.”

Once I finish up the remainder of my work, I get changed and head out. I’m going past the warehouse tonight because I want to see Heath. I’ve had no more than a few minutes with him since last week, and I’m desperate for more. I tie my hair in a ponytail as I walk towards my car. I’m happy, airy, and feeling good about everything in my life right now.

And because of that, life decides to throw me a moment.

Because life is an *.

Four men step out from an alley, and I recognize the blond man from last time first. He smiles at me, but it’s terrifying. “Hello Lucy.”

I turn to run, but one of his minions lunges forward and grabs me, throwing a hand over my mouth so I can’t scream. I try to kick backwards but he’s strong. The three other men shadow him as he drags me into the alley and down it. Oh God, are they going to rape me? I squirm harder, fighting and biting, doing whatever I can to free myself from his grips. Nothing works. He’s like a stone.

Panic rises in my chest as I consider all possible scenarios. None of them are good.

We reach a white van, and the door opens before we come to a stop. There are two more men inside. I’m tossed in without hesitation, and I crash to the floor. I push up, scurrying towards the open space, but run straight into the barrel of a gun. I scream and throw myself backwards as the men pile in. I’m surrounded, with nowhere to go. I couldn’t get past them if I tried.

“Let me go,” I scream as the door is slammed shut.

“Sit still and stop screaming,” the man holding the gun growls, “or I’ll kill you.”

“What do you want from me?” I cry angrily to the blond man.

“I want my brother.”

“I beg your pardon?”

He grins. “Oh, he didn’t tell you?”