Poetic Justice: A Songwriter Mountain Man Romance (A Rock Hard Mountain Man Romance Series Book 1)

by Kylie Parker

  Olivia collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath, but, in just a few seconds, she rolled onto her chest. Then, she got up on all fours and looked down at him, over her right shoulder. She started crawling towards the glass façade, maintaining eye contact with him. For a moment, James wondered what she had in mind, but his question was answered, when she stopped, inches away from the façade. Olivia reached behind her back, as a sexy smile spread across her face.

  “Come to me…” She whispered, grasping her right ass cheek.

  “I want to fill you up so bad.” James spoke in his deep, manly voice. He held onto the side of the pool, moved his right leg over the side and rolled out of it. But, just when he was about to get up, he realized that she had a surprise for him. Olivia was facing him, scanning his impressive body, from bottom to top. Four quick steps brought him closer to her.

  “I’d love that…” Yet another husky whisper escaped her, as he sat on his knees in front of her. “But I have something else in mind.”

  She didn’t give him time to ask. Olivia closed her eyes and leaned forward, taking her hands off the floor. Her lips landed on his stomach, just below his chest as she wrapped her fingers around his big, stiff cock. Pulling the foreskin back, she planted a hot, sensual kiss on his skin. Her free hand cupped his large, heavy balls.

  “You made me come so hard.” She said in her sexy voice, stroking his manhood. “I want to return the favor.”

  “Do it.” He grunted, locking his gaze on her face. Olivia’s gentle bite sent waves of pleasure, mixed with pain up and down his body. James bit his upper lip, watching as she made her way down, sensing his massive manhood in her tender hand. She tasted his skin, tracing her tongue over the heavily defined ridges of his abs. Every few seconds, she would bite, adding to his arousal. James couldn’t wait to feel her lips on his cock. She didn’t keep him waiting for long. Just after she reached his groin, Olivia gripped his shaft tightly and led it into her mouth.

  “Fuck…” James groaned, tilting his head back, sensing his throbbing cock getting lost inside her. She flicked her tongue against the tiny hole on the head first and then pushed it down her throat, sending unrelenting pleasure coursing through his body. He tilted his head forward again and looked down at her. Her passion and her drive overwhelmed him. Olivia’s short moans were a clear sign that she was enjoying this as well. She jerked his cock, twisting it at the base, taking more and more of his length in her mouth. James’ gaze slid down her back. The sight of her ass, hanging in the air, filled his mind with all kinds of dirty thoughts. He leaned over her, reaching his arms towards her butt cheeks, the slurping noises of her worship turning him on even more. He grabbed and squeezed her delicious ass, savoring the feel of her flesh in his palms. Olivia let out a gasp of surprise, but she did not stop. James ran his fingers down her pussy and then back up, before pushing them through the moist folds of her womanhood.

  “God, that feels so good.” She moaned, pulling his cock out of her mouth. “But it’s not fair.”

  “I want to make you cum again.” He said, kneading her ass, as his fingers got buried deep inside her dripping wet pussy.

  “Fuck me.” Olivia urged him, her sexy whimper making his heart beat with a mixture of excitement and unbridled lust. She took her hands off of him altogether and turned around, offering him a great chance to marvel at her juicy ass. A thick drop of precum rolled off the head of his cock and dripped onto the floor, as he grabbed his manhood. James aligned it with her entrance, staring down at her butt cheeks. Before he penetrated her, she looked up at him, over her right shoulder.

  “Hard;” Olivia’s tone was huskier than ever. “Fuck me hard.”

  Of course, he needed no encouragement. Grabbing her by the hips, he shoved his entire length into her, sensing his shaft getting lost in her depths. Olivia’s moan bounced off the walls of the room, as he filled her up. Still, she would not take her eyes off of him. James’ body was still wet and his muscles were shining in the pale light. His pace would not be slow, not even at first. Their day had been quite terrible, but the night had been nothing short of magical. He had loved her worship so much that he could not control himself. James put his hand on her other hip and started pounding her hard and fast from behind, watching her ass wobbling with each thrust.

  “Oh, my God…” she moaned, rocking her hips back and forth to meet his pace, as he stuffed her full of his big, stiff cock. He slapped her right butt cheek to the point of pleasure, forcing an even louder and more pleasurable groan out of her, feeling her soaking wet pussy clinging to his manhood. Her juices were flowing down her butt crack and all over his shaft. He could see her breast sides, as they bounced back and forth. James leaned forward, sliding his hands up her midsection. His lips brushed against her spine, as she reached back. Olivia stroked his cheek, as his hands cupped her breasts from behind.

  “I’m coming…” She whimpered, as he quenched her desire. “God, I’m coming again.”

  He squeezed her breasts, planting a long, fervent kiss at the top of her spine, as she caressed his face, moaning louder by the second. He could feel his cock going all the way in and out of her, as he trapped her nipples between his thumb and index fingers. James pinched them lightly, laying short kisses all over her upper back. By now, she was bucking wildly against him, dragging her fingernails across his cheek. Olivia’s second orgasm that night was even more powerful than the first. Her body quivered, as she was overcome by an earth-shattering climax that had her back arching with pleasure. Unable to withhold his own orgasm any longer, he leaned back. Pulling out, he jerked his throbbing cock a few times, until a massive amount of semen shot out of his cock, his manly grunts audible over her moans. James spurted his juices all over her ass and her lower back. He tumbled onto the floor beside her and rolled over onto his back, panting for breath…

  “Damn.” He gasped; “on the floor? We did it on the floor?”

  “Who cares?” She laughed, laying her head on his chest. “It was amazing.” She purred, running her left hand up his stomach.

  “Still…” James sighed. “No restraint? At all?”

  “You shouldn’t have teased me so much.” Olivia smiled up at him. “Besides, I don’t remember you complaining.”

  “I’m just messing with you.” He confessed, circling his left arm around her neck. “It was fantastic.”

  “I really don’t want to go back to New York tomorrow.” All of a sudden, her voice lowered to a soft, sad whisper.

  “I don’t want you to leave, either.” He said; his voice calm as he gazed down deep into her eyes. “But, you need to go to work and I need to start looking for the person who’s been trying to frame me.”

  Olivia spoke no more. She only snuggled up against him, caressing his wrist, as he took her in his embrace. James savored this very first intimate moment with a woman in nearly a decade, losing himself in the moment.

  That night, they stayed up until the early morning, talking and having sex for hours. Her presence helped him get rid of any negative thoughts. It was as if he had taken her advice and had focused on the immediate. He would no longer reflect on the past, neither would he allow the threat that loomed over his head affect his mood.

  “Say ‘goodbye’ to the cranky man you met the other day, my sweet Olivia. All I want to do now is have some fun for a change. God knows it’s been a long time since I did. Take my hand, you little devil in disguise. Take my hand and I’ll show you the world within me…”

  13

  Much to James’ astonishment, he wasn’t handcuffed to the iron bar on the table in front of him. A middle-aged, stocky police officer walked in the steel, heavy door of the interrogation room, with a large folder in his hands and a sullen look in his eyes. He eased the folder down on the small table. Tension tightened the back of James’s neck, as the seasoned officer sat across from him.

  “Mr. Farrell: I’m Captain Jerry Biden.” He spoke in a gravelly voice, while opening the folder. “I trust you know who th
is is,” he continued as he picked up a stack of pictures and handed them over. What James saw disgusted him: Laurel Thomas was lying across the floor, with her eyes closed and a bullet hole in her forehead. James squeezed his own eyes shut and shook his head sideways twice, disbelief written across his face.

  “Well?” Biden insisted.

  “I’ve heard her sing.” James sighed. “I’ve seen her picture in the paper. I didn’t know her. I was told you had evidence against me.”

  “Your fingerprints are on the murder weapon.” Biden stated. “They’re all over her house, too.”

  “How’s that even possible?” James barely got out as his throat closed up and his body jolted upright. In contrast, the police officer maintained his composure; he did not even flinch. “I don’t even know where she lived, for God’s sake!”

  “Sit down, Mr. Farrell.” Biden used a calm, steady tone. James obliged. “The victim lived in Brooklyn. This is just one of the reasons I believe you were framed.”

  “I’m listening.” James spoke in a more normal tone while running his hand through his hair.

  “The coroner placed the time of death as being two to three hours before she was discovered.” Biden announced. “We found her body at 9:45pm. We talked to the record company people. They said you left just after 7:30. Now, unless you can drive from Manhattan to Brooklyn and back within fifteen minutes, you can’t have done it.”

  Relief flashed in James’ eyes, upon hearing Biden’s conclusion. He leaned back in his seat, still staring at the picture.

  “There are other things, too.” The Captain suggested. “First of all, I’ve been doing this job for twenty six years. I’ve never seen anyone dumb enough to leave a murder weapon with his fingerprints on it at the crime scene. Plus, this looks like a professional hit. It wasn’t personal. And you?” He snorted. “You just don’t strike me as the killer type. I have to warn you, though. Someone went through a lot of trouble to make sure you were accused of this crime. Do you have any idea who that might be?”

  “Your guess is as good as mine.” James shrugged, his skin breaking out into a cold sweat, as the realization gripped him. “I don’t have any enemies.”

  “In your line of work?” Biden wondered, slightly leaning in towards him. “I know quite a few people who’d kill to get a well-paid job like yours, Mr. Farrell.”

  “Wait a minute.” James narrowed his eyes. “You know what I do?”

  “As a matter of fact I do.” Biden nodded. “At first, the record company guys wouldn’t tell me. I had to push them a little. You’ve written some excellent stuff, Mr. Farrell. I don’t understand why you’d want to use a nickname, but who am I to judge? Now, can you think of anyone who would want to hurt you in any way? How many people know about your job?”

  “Very few, actually,” James said. “My folks, Darryl’s…”

  “Who’s Darryl?” Biden interrupted. It was a question James had been dreading. In a split second, the image of his friend’s horrific crash returned to his mind, making his heart sink.

  “He was my best friend.” James explained, averting his gaze from him. “He died a long time ago. Damn…” a whisper of despair escaped him, as he dropped his face into his hands.

  “What is it?” Biden sounded intrigued.

  “Darryl was killed in a motorcycle accident. He was chasing me. They never found out about that.” James continued.

  “That’s impossible.” Biden disagreed: “Unless you fled the scene. Did you?”

  “No.” James whispered. “I was there; I called the police myself. I even testified.”

  “Then they know everything.” Biden concluded. “You think they tried to frame you?”

  “Well…” James sucked in a deep breath. “Now I don’t.”

  “What about the girl?” Biden asked.

  “Diana’s parents were killed in a plane crash, two months before her accident.” James replied.

  “Mr. Farrell.” Biden started. “I want you to think about anyone who could possibly know what you do. Write those names down and go over them one by one. Because, rest assured: Someone’s trying to destroy you.”

  “I really can’t think of anyone else.” Frustration was lingering in James’ voice.

  “Take your time.” Biden urged. “When you come up with a name, give me a call. You’re free to go.”

  If it hadn’t been for the police officer’s terrifying conclusion, James would have been ecstatic. Nevertheless, he could not even smile. He lazily got up and headed towards the door with a heavy heart, at the same time wondering why someone was trying to put him behind bars.

  “This can’t be happening. I’ve never hurt anybody. Who’d want to hurt me? Why? The only people who know about this are my folks, Darryl’s, Rick and Olivia. It must be the company execs. One of them must have told someone. Nonsense, James. Why would that someone want to see you in jail? God, I’m going crazy here…”

  14

  The following evening, James decided to pay Rick a visit at his penthouse apartment in Manhattan. Social calls had never been his cup of tea, even if the man he was going to meet was someone very familiar to him. However, his words in “Jodie’s” club had intrigued him. Obviously, he knew who Olivia was and that she was the same girl who had spent the night in his cabin. More than that, James wanted to discuss his situation with Rick and try to find out who would try to pin a murder on him. It was at that point that James realized he should have had a few more friends. They could be lending a helping hand and providing some much needed input.

  The elevator door slid closed, as he stepped off the empty car. James found himself in a wide, grey corridor. He pressed the doorbell on the left of the door and tapped his foot on the marble floor with eager anticipation.

  “I’ll be damned.” Rick said, surprise written all over his face, as he answered his door. “James Farrell in my house; I’m honored.”

  “Hey, Rick.” James winked at him, smiling down at him as he brushed past him.

  “Whoa!” Rick exclaimed, pushing his door shut. “Tell me I didn’t see that.”

  “See what?”

  “The wink and the smile! Just now,” Rick exclaimed in a voice that became even more high-pitched the more excited he became. “What happened to you? Are you alright?”

  “I’m fine,” James declared, scanning the luxurious apartment, as Rick moved around him.

  “You hooked up!” He said, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

  “I’m still waiting for an explanation.” James assumed a more serious, stiff tone. “You know her; you knew she spent the night in my cabin. You said ‘she’s a nice girl.’ I mentioned your name to her. She has no idea who you are.”

  “I lied to you, man.” Rick’s voice returned to its usual standards. “I’ve only been there three times. Back in August, I was just getting out of the building, when I saw a bunch of people heading towards “Jodie’s” bar. Someone was playing the piano. I asked Jodie. She said her name was ‘Olivia’. Man, that chick played for hours. She even performed some of your stuff. Last Thursday night, I overheard Jodie saying something like: ‘Liv, are you going hiking alone?’ Jodie was pretty upset; she was yelling at her. I heard them talk about Slide Mountain. I just connected the dots. The ‘nice girl’ part is pretty funny, really.”

  “What do you mean?” James asked.

  “Well…” Rick snorted. “I was there with a friend of mine: Ryan Peterson, Howard’s son. He was flirting with her that night. It seemed to be going well, if you ask me. But then, his girlfriend showed up. Of course, the Peterson kid didn’t say anything; he acted all normal. Pretty soon, he got rid of her and tried to talk to Olivia again. That’s when all hell broke loose. She started screaming at him and I mean loud. He wouldn’t let up, though. Then, she slapped him. That girl’s got guts. You don’t want to mess with her.”

  “Thanks for the tip.” James said with a grin. “Now, I really need to talk to you about yesterday.” />
  “Why the hell did you get arrested?” Rick spoke in frustrated tones.

  “Someone tried to make it look like I killed that girl, Rick.” James informed. “They planted my fingerprints on the murder weapon.”

  “Holy shit!” Rick cried. “Why? Why the fuck would anyone do that to you?”

  “I was hoping you could shed some light on that.” James said as he held on tightly to his temper. “I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday, and frankly? No name comes to mind.”

  “I don’t have a clue.” Rick shrugged, putting his hands on his waist. “Have you pissed off anyone lately?”

  “Other than you? No.” James shook his head sideways.

  “Actually, you didn’t piss me off,” Rick responded as he waved his hand in front of his face. “You scared the shit out of me, but you didn’t piss me off.”

  “The police said it was a professional hit.” James went on. “We’re looking for someone…”

  “… rich and powerful,” Rick finished the sentence for him. “The executives, man. Someone’s trying to hurt them through you.”

  “Care to elaborate on that?” James squinted at him.

  “Well…” Rick took a deep breath. “You’re one of the company’s most valuable assets. One of their rivals must have found out about you. We have a lot of those, James. Rivals, that is – they’re like flies in the summer. We have to keep swatting them down.”

  “Then why didn’t they kill me instead of her?” James inquired, his voice squeaking up an octave.

  “That’s a very good question.” Rick commented. “If they did that, they’d start a war with the company. Wars are bad for business. By pinning a murder on you, they’d make the company spend a lot of time and resources, trying to get you out.”

  “Wouldn’t killing one of their singers start a war?” James posed yet another question.