I want her.
I’ve wanted her from the moment I set my eyes on her, but she’s been drinking, and she has secrets, and I in no way want to take advantage of her. My feet, though, have a mind of their own, and I’m walking down the hallway to my bedroom.
Isabelle is kneeling on the bed, a finger in her mouth and her other hand cupped around her breast. A seductive smile plays across her lips. “You still going to say no to me?” The finger in her mouth trails down between her breasts, and before I know it, I’m crushing her against me.
Isabelle’s hands go immediately to my belt, and mine go to her ass, then travel up to her bra and unhook it. The flimsy material falls away, and I step back to remove it fully. She’s perfect—all curves and all woman.
Isabelle’s fingers fumble with my top button and zipper. I grab them and shake my head.
“You can’t still be playing hard to get?”
I let her go and undo my shirt, letting it hit the floor. Next, I kick off my shoes and undo my jeans. Isabelle scooches backward up the bed and sits on the pillows at the head of it with her arms draping across the headboard. My jeans hit the floor, and so does my underwear. Like every other time I’ve kissed Isabelle, my cock is standing to attention.
Isabelle licks her lips, and I crawl toward her on the bed. When I get to her ankles, I kneel back, grab them and pull her further down the bed. She squeals in delight. Slowly, keeping eye contact with her, I lower my head and kiss at just about her panty line. My hands reach up, and I pull them down her thighs, leaving her naked on the bed.
Gripping her ass, I lower myself to her pussy and lick. She moans, and her hands entwine in my hair. The taste and her scent drive me crazy, so I suck, and Isabelle grinds into my face.
“Jamie,” she purrs.
“Want me to stop?”
Her eyes fly open and make contact with mine. “No.”
I smile and go back to my feast. Her moans get louder, and Isabelle spreads her legs farther apart. While sucking on her clit, I insert a finger, then two inside her, and she bucks wildly. Her hands hold my head in place as she reaches her orgasm.
“Oh my God! Don’t stop!”
When I’ve drawn every last shiver out of her, I kiss my way up her body. Sucking on one nipple and then the other as I make my way to her lips. Isabelle grips my head, and we kiss. Tongues dueling and my cock at her entrance, she bucks to get me inside her, and as much as I want to, I need to know she’s fully in control.
“This isn’t a one-time thing for me. If we do this, I’m in this. I don’t care about your past, I only care about our future.”
“I want you.”
“It’s not enough.”
“I’m in this.” Isabelle nods and smiles. “You’re everything I didn’t know I wanted.”
Inch by inch, I ease myself inside of her. My hands link with hers, and just as slowly, I pull back out.
Isabelle gasps. “More.”
I do this twice and then increase my speed.
“Are you okay?”
She grins at me. “No, I’m better than that.”
Slamming into her, I search her face for discomfort and find none, so I do it again.
“Faster,” Isabelle pants.
Grinning, I lower my head and kiss her while I pump in and out.
“We need to change places.”
“We do?” I ask.
“Yeah, honey, we do.”
At the endearment, I pull out, and she rolls with me, impaling herself on my cock. Isabelle moves her hips, leans forward, and presses her hands to mine.
“Faster.”
She grins down at me. “Now he wants to go fast?”
Isabelle leans back, my hands go to her ass, and I move her faster as I arch up inside her.
“Do that again,” she commands, her face a mask of desire.
Pleasing her is my only thought, so I do as she asks. Her pussy convulses around my cock, and she cries out in ecstasy. It’s only then I allow myself my release. My cock pumps my seed inside of her as she screams my name.
When she’s done, Isabelle collapses on top of me. Both of us are breathing hard, and sweat covers my body.
Isabelle sits up and looks down at me. “Damn.”
Reaching up, I place a hand on her hip, and the other rests on her thigh. “Damn is right.”
She smiles down at me, rolls off, and lays down on the bed beside me. My fingers trace patterns on her back as she places a leg over me and drifts off to sleep. We lay like that for a little while letting her rest, and I listen to her even breathing as she lies wrapped in my arms.
After an hour, I roll her off me and kiss her while my fingers delve into her pussy. It takes her body only a moment to respond. Her eyes open, and she rocks her hips. Smiling down at her, I position myself between her legs and insert my cock inside her.
“Oh, Jamie!”
As I move in and out of her, my thumb rubs her clit, and she bucks wildly.
“Isabelle, wait for me.”
“I can’t,” she pants.
I remove my thumb, and she lets out a growl of frustration.
“Wait.”
When my balls get that familiar electric tingle, I put my thumb against her clit and rub. It takes only a minute, and she’s back to bucking and moaning.
“Come for me,” I command.
“So close.”
“Now.”
Isabelle is biting her bottom lip, sweat beads on her brow, and then she moans loudly as her pussy once again convulses around my cock, milking me as I come inside her.
Growling loudly, I keep thrusting until my seed is spent. On elbows, I hold my weight above her and lightly kiss her lips.
“Mine.”
“Yours.” She smiles. “Mine.”
I grin at her. “Yours.”
Isabelle
The sun is just peeking over the mountains, bathing everything in its dazzling light when Jamie drops me home. I didn’t want to go, but he pointed out that Charlotte might be worried if she wakes up and I’m not there. I’ve never felt so sated and satisfied.
“You’ll come back later?” I ask him.
He kisses the top of my head. “Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.” Then he chuckles. “Actually, that is what’s dragging me away. I promised Beth and Sean that I’d help them with their horses, but I’ll be as quick as I can.”
Twisting my head, I look up at him, and he immediately claims my lips.
With a growl, he wrenches himself away from me. “Woman, get out of my truck before I fuck you in it.”
“Fuck me?”
“It’s in a truck, you can’t call it love.”
“Maybe I want to try the fucking?”
Jamie chuckles. “I’ll be back.”
I nod and climb out. “See you later.”
He winks at me and drives away. I stay in the lane until he turns the corner, and I can’t see him any longer. Then, with a skip in my step, I move toward the back of the bakery. I insert my key into the lock, but the door isn’t locked. I think nothing of it since Charlotte sometimes forgets to do these things. Quietly, I tiptoe up the stairs so as not to wake Charlotte.
The apartment is bathed in orange light from the open curtains, which is odd as we normally keep them closed. Opening Charlotte’s door, I find her asleep in bed, so I close it and go into my room.
Flopping down on top of it, I smile to myself.
Best. Birthday. Ever.
“Hello, Belle.”
My blood runs cold, and I sit bolt upright.
Chase is behind my bedroom door.
He holds a finger to his lips.
“Shh, you don’t want to wake Charlotte, do you? You wouldn’t want her to get hurt.”
He closes my door and walks toward me. My brain is screaming at me to do something, anything, but I’m frozen. His hand cups my face, then a snarl escapes his lips. The open hand turns into a fist, and it’s the last thing I see before it connects with my jaw.
Jamie
I’m working hard with Sean as he lassoes the last horse. My cell phone rings, and I look at the screen. It’s the bakery.
“I need to get this.”
“Okay,” replies Sean as he whispers to the horse.
“Do you miss me already?” I ask as I answer.
“Jamie? Is Isabelle with you?” asks Charlotte.
“No, honey, I dropped her back home with you.”
“She’s not here.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I checked her room, the bathroom, and downstairs. Isabelle isn’t here.”
“Maybe she went out to the store?”
“Jamie, there’s blood on her bed.”
I click my fingers at Sean, who stops what he’s doing and walks toward me. “I’m on my way.”
“What?” asks Sean as I step out of the barn and put my cell phone in my pocket.
“I don’t know.” I shake my head. “Have you got a gun?”
“You want a handgun?”
“That was Charlotte. Isabelle is missing, and there’s blood on her bed. I need you to come with me, and I need you armed.”
“On it.”
Sean jogs to his house while I climb into my truck and drive it closer to his home. He comes back out with Beth. They both have handguns and get into the truck.
“You’re bringing Beth?”
“I’m a better shot, and three heads are better than one.” She taps the dashboard. “Let’s roll.”
Not wanting to waste time arguing, I put the pedal to the metal and drive like the devil is chasing me all the way into town.
When we arrive, Charlotte is at the back door, looking worried. She’s dressed, and her hair is pulled up in a ponytail.
We all get out of the truck and go upstairs to their apartment. Charlotte walks into Isabelle’s room and points at the bed.
Looking down at it, there’s splatter and a pool of blood. In one corner, it looks like someone wiped their hands on the white comforter.
“When did you get up?” Sean asks Charlotte.
She cringes and moves away from him.
Gently, I turn her around and try to smile reassuringly at her. “Tell me what you did this morning.” I try a different tactic.
Charlotte looks down at the floor and cries. Tears run down her face, and within moments, she’s sobbing. “I-I should h-have phoned you earlier.”
Isabelle warned me that sometimes when Charlotte is feeling overwhelmed, she will cry and become uncommunicative. I don’t what this to be one of those times.
I pull her into my embrace and stroke her hair. “Call Cutter,” I say to Sean.
He nods and walks out of the room. Beth opens one of Isabelle’s cupboards, and there are no empty hangers. Next, she picks up her clutch from last night, and Isabelle’s wallet and cell phone are still inside it, which means she’s not out shopping, and there’s no way she’d leave the house without her phone.
“Charlotte, let’s go out to the dining table and sit down, okay?”
She sniffles and nods but clutches onto me, not letting me go. When she sits down, Charlotte holds onto my hand in a death grip. It’s an anxious twenty minutes as we wait for Cutter to arrive.
Beth kneels in front of her. “Would you like a drink, honey? A soda or a coffee or…”
“I’m not allowed a soda before lunch. Isabelle says they aren’t good for me.”
Beth giggles. “I won’t tell if you don’t. What if we share one?”
Charlotte nods. “Okay.”
Beth glances at me and pours a can of orange Fanta into two glasses and sits next to Charlotte.
Cutter walks in, eyes blazing, and Charlotte runs to him.
He throws his arms around her. “Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?”
“No!” She buries her head into his chest, and he strokes her hair.
“Charlotte, when did you notice Isabelle wasn’t here?” asks Sean in a soothing tone.
She looks Cutter in the eyes. “I got up, had a shower, and watched a little TV. I didn’t know she was hurt, and I didn’t know she was taken.”
“What makes you think she was taken?” asks Cutter.
“The blood. Isabelle only bleeds when Chase is around.”
“Chase?” I repeat.
Charlotte buries her head in Cutter’s chest. “I’m not supposed to say!”
Cutter holds up a hand to me and cocks his head to the side, giving me a stern look to back off. He moves Charlotte onto the couch and sits her down.
“Okay, before we talk about Chase, do you know what time Isabelle went missing?”
“I’m not supposed to talk about Chase. Isabelle will get mad.”
“That’s okay. Do you know the time you noticed her missing?”
“I watched all of the morning show and then went to check on her.”
Cutter looks up at me. “Nine o’clock.”
I look at my watch, and it’s eleven thirty.
“Jesus, that was nearly three hours ago.” I run a hand through my hair and pace.
Sean puts a hand on my chest, stopping me. He purposely looks at Charlotte, then makes eye contact with me. “Be calm.”
“Lottie.” Cutter brushes her hair out of her face. “Would you like to talk to Brandon?”
Charlotte nods. “But Isabelle says I’m not allowed to.”
Cutter grins at her. “I think I need to know who I’m replacing. How about we call him, and you can introduce me?”
“Will I get in trouble?” whispers Charlotte.
“Nope, I’ll explain it to Isabelle when we find her.”
I’m fucking perplexed why Cutter wants to talk to an old friend of Charlotte’s, but Sean holds up a hand to me. A warning to keep quiet.
Cutter hands over his cell phone to Charlotte. “Do you know his number?”
Charlotte nods and types in the number, then holds the phone to her ear. “Hello, Brandon?” She smiles into the cell phone. “It’s Charlotte.”
Cutter smiles at her and gestures for her to give him the phone.
“Brandon, I made a new friend. His name is Cutter, and he wants to talk to you.” Smiling, she hands over the cell phone.
Cutter winks at Charlotte and stands. “Hey, Brandon, this is going to sound a little strange.” He moves away from Charlotte and walks back toward the back of the apartment. I follow him, as does Sean, but Beth sits with Charlotte and talks quietly with her.
“Brandon, I know you don’t know me, but I swear on my life that I’m a good guy.” He winks at me. “Why do you ask that?” His eyebrows go together, and he looks at me with concern. “What’s his name?” Cutter nods. “Isabelle is missing, and it looks like there’s been a struggle.” Another pause. “Thanks, man, and we’ll let you know.”
Cutter hangs up and puts the cell phone in his pocket. “Isabelle was married to a guy named Chase Kelly. Brandon says he’s bad news and that Isabelle and Charlotte disappeared to get away from him.”
“Where does he live?” I ask.
“Chicago.”
“Can Kyle run a background check?” I ask Sean.
“Yeah. He knows something’s up. I told Cutter to fill him in.”
Walking back to Charlotte, I kneel in front of her. “Hey, I’m going to get Isabelle back. Beth is going to stay here with you while I do, okay?”
“Okay.” A tear runs down her cheek, and I reach up and sweep it away.
“Don’t cry, honey. Everything is going to be all right.”
I nod at Beth and head for the door. I’m down the stairs and on my way to my truck when Sean catches up with me.
“What’s the plan?”
“I’m going to get Isabelle back.”
“We need intel.”
Angrily, I punch the door of the truck and turn around and shove him hard. “That was her blood up there! That was my woman’s blood on that bed. Tell me if this was Beth that you’d wait?”
Sean moves into my space and grabs me by t
he upper arms. “We have no fucking idea who this guy is. What are you going to do? Drive to Chicago and ask random people if they know Chase Kelly?”
Cutter holds up his cell phone. “He’s old money. And there’s a lovely wedding photo of him and Isabelle. They got married nearly four years ago. Her name was Isabelle Jones.”
Cutter hands me his phone, and on the screen is an image of Isabelle, smiling, looking up at a man who I assume is Chase Kelly. I thrust the phone back at him.
“Now we know, I’m going.”
“Not without me,” states Sean.
“I’m coming too.”
A Harley sounds in the distance, and Kyle pulls into the bakery’s back parking lot. He climbs off and walks toward me. Kyle says nothing as he briefly hugs me, then looks at Sean.
“What’s the plan?”
“We’re going to Chicago.”
He nods and looks at me. “You okay?”
“I’ve been fucking better.”
“How much of a head start do they have?” Kyle asks.
“Three hours.”
“Is Charlotte okay?” he asks.
Sean nods. “Beth has her.”
Kyle nods and climbs back on his bike.
“I can’t ask you to help.”
“Who the fuck said anything about asking me? We’re family, and it’s what we do.” Kyle starts his bike.
Cutter climbs on his and does the same. Sean grins at me and climbs into my truck.
In times of need, you find out who your true friends and family really are.
Unbeknownst to me, Kyle contacted Angus and asked him to chase down any information on Isabelle after our Zoom chat. Angus told him she was a ghost. When shit hit the fan this morning, he contacted him again. It’s dangerous for us to reach out to him, and we do it through a variety of channels, but each time we do, we lose that way of contacting him.
On the drive to Chicago, Sean gets a phone call.
“Hello?” He nods once and then puts his cell phone on speaker.
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