GRIPPED (Romance Mystery & Suspense Box Set)

by Abbott, Alex

  Sure, Captain Obvious has arrived. But what else could I say? I really mean it—I feel like Jason and I are about to be in trouble; time is running out. I enjoyed touching him too much, and the way he looked at me—damn it, I’m wet again. He has aroused more than my curiosity; I am actually tempted to sleep with him!

  I can’t believe it—I never even imagined doing it with anyone but Scott. Scott was my first, last and everything. I had fantasies of marrying him, having his babies…all of that. But suddenly I’m wondering what it would be like to get wrapped in the arms of an old friend?

  Those arms are part of the problem, by the way—they look so strong and capable. So…okay, I’ll say it—sexy, damn it; Jason is crazy sexy. The cut of muscles in his limbs, the veins popping around his biceps, those riveting six-pack abs—he just looks so damned masculine and it makes my breath catch. In general, he’s a good-looking guy, too, just never my type—so I thought. Now, it’s like I can’t keep my eyes away from him. Is that not the very definition of attractive?

  Damn it, it’s this small room, isn’t it? A small space and a good-looking member of the opposite sex who is clearly attracted to you, and not doing a whole lot to hide it…

  “Let us out of here!” I shout suddenly, addressing the voice of the freak who put us in this position.

  I only hear a grumble of laughter in return.

  “Fuck,” I whisper. It’s all becoming too much. Something in my body has heightened. I want him! Damn it, I want Jason.

  I make sure not to look at him. But frickin’ hell, Jason steps toward me.

  “How long do you want to be trapped here with me?” he asks huskily. I chance a look at his face, and he looks calm, but those eyes—and definitely that voice—give him away.

  “You’re acting like you’re down with this!” I say to him, not even trying to control the panic in my own voice.

  “I’m down with getting out of here sooner than later,” he says with those stormy eyes.

  “Dream on!” I say, folding my arms with finality and turning away.

  Something in his energy changes, like he’s pulling away.

  Then he says, “Get over yourself, Calla—you’re not all that. But good for Scott—looks like he’s doing a great job of fooling you.”

  “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” I say, turning back to him.

  He comes right up to me, and I feel weak from the nearness of his strong chest as he towers over me. He is taller than me by about six inches, so I have to look upwards, into his quiet anger.

  “It means you’re doing a lot of over- and underestimating here. I’d rather not touch you, either.” Then he turns away, and I realize I’ve been holding in my breath when I finally let it out.

  “I get the bed tonight,” he says before flopping on it. “And I don’t care what you do for the other nights, but I’ll be here for the rest of those, too. Join me, if you dare. You’ll no longer take my chivalry for granted, Calla. Contrary to your own belief, you’re no princess. Not mine, anyway.”

  He throws down the pillows.

  8

  CALLA & JASON

  CALLA

  The light in this room never turned off, I realize.

  It’s a little brighter in what I assume is daytime, but when we get ready to sleep, it only dims a bit—I guess to give our eyes a break, and give us a chance to actually rest while making sure our kidnapper doesn’t miss anything that could happen in the dark, I don’t know.

  In any case, we are visible at all times to anyone with working eyes—everything we do is in the light, nothing in shadow.

  I lay there on that horrible ground, unable to sleep. Too much is tossing inside of me.

  What are you going to do, Calla Lily Thompson? I ask myself. God, my mom must have been some kind of hippy or something, giving me a name like that. I say ‘must have been’ because she died when I was five, not because she grew into some refined version of herself.

  I feel kind of bad because I can barely remember her. I have glimpses of her locked in me that pop up into my brain every now and then, but at this point in life, I can no longer tell the difference between dreams and memories.

  In any case, I certainly don’t have her advice to fall back on.

  What does one do in a situation like this? Then again, how many mothers have advice for when you get kidnapped and locked in a small room with one of your suddenly-sexy old friends, and the only way to get back to your regular life is to boink him? How does one go back to the way things were after that?

  I never intended to follow through with our kidnapper’s desires, and I don’t know what this makes me, but I almost want to seduce Jason now. How dare he pretend he’s not attracted to me? I know he had a crush on me way back in the day, and I know that didn’t just totally disappear, despite the circumstances. I’ve seen the burning desire on his face right here in this room—I didn’t make that up!

  I know he’s had girlfriends, and I know he’s happy for me and Scott, but I also know he still feels something for me somewhere, beyond our comfy friendship. Being with him these past few days or whatever, I realized whatever he felt for me is still there.

  And now he thinks he can pretend I’m chopped liver? We’ll just see about that.

  JASON

  I had only said I wouldn’t give the bed up again, but after spending a night on it, I mean it. We’ll just have to find a way to share—lay feet to head, whatever. I didn’t even want to get up when my eyes opened. I kind of just stare at the ceiling for a bit, not even looking over at Calla on the ground.

  I catch a flash of her when she gets up, but I still don’t turn, although I can sort of see her out of the corner of my eye. I’m still kind of ticked, honestly.

  Suddenly, with no warning at all, she starts taking off her clothes.

  “I’m going to take a shower. Turn away if you want, I don’t care anymore,” she says.

  My head snaps in her direction.

  I am riveted—I’m not even sure if she says anything else once she starts stripping; I can concentrate on nothing else as more and more of her creamy flesh is revealed. There’s no taking my eyes off of her once she is down to her underwear, and my cock goes from a gentle nudge of awakening to a full-blown erection once her bra comes off and her breasts say hello.

  I feel like she is smiling in satisfaction, but I can’t see if I’m right, since my eyes have attached themselves to her lower half, waiting for her to expose the rest of her.

  But all I see is her butt as she turns to take her panties off, but still, that peek of pink I see briefly before taking in her beautiful round cheeks almost sends me into a tailspin.

  I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop watching her, even after she turns the shower on. Probably especially because, since I’m getting the side view of her now. God, her body is beautiful; Scott is so fucking lucky!

  Her head bends up to the shower head, exposing her lovely neck, blond hair darkening from the water.

  She has a perfect curve to her perky breasts, her pink nipples hardening under the spray. Her stomach is flat, her waist small, her hips and butt begging to be cupped by my hands as I ram into her.

  Whoa. Okay, Jason, just look away, I tell myself. Look away now, and not just because she can see her affect on you in more ways than one.

  I wish there were some books or something around because all I have to stare at is her and my body starts to rage.

  Oh well. What can I say? She has thrown the gauntlet down. She asked for it.

  I leave the bed, discard my boxers, then head for the shower.

  Her eyes are still closed to the spray, but they open when I’m a foot away from her. There’s no time for her to do anything but accept my presence there in the shower with her, and then my hands on her arms as I bring her closer to me, away from the direct spray. Then my tongue as I meet that sweet, welcoming mouth of hers.

  You must understand—I have wanted this girl the whole time I have been able to grow
body hair. She has haunted my dreams, and I have fantasized in the daytime more than once about kissing her.

  My cock hardened long ago, but having her there, naked, wet, and kissing me back like she has been been waiting forever for this too, reminds me of the next logical step.

  I lead her from the shower, not breaking the lock of our lips, and back her up to the nearest wall. Still exploring her hot, sweet mouth with my tongue, my hands go exploring, and my fingers trail their way up and down her arms, over her stomach, move up to graze her hard nipples, and then find their way back down to her center.

  Christ, she is wet, and I nearly hoist her leg up and push into her right away, but I manage to control myself a bit longer, and dip my finger in and out of her. She lets out a sound that makes it impossible to continue teasing her, but I bend my head to feel my lips over her breasts and run my tongue over her nipples before I stand and lift one of her legs. I line the tip of my cock up with her entrance.

  “God, Jason, just do it! I want you inside of…”

  The words are barely out before I push myself inside of her and she cries out—one of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.

  She isn’t going anywhere against that wall, and she clearly doesn’t plan to. She takes every thrust like a champ, and I have no mercy. She’s so wet, so luscious, and I need to feel those soft, velvety lips of hers against me as I thrust into her, over and over again. She holds on to me for the ride, and I grab her ass cheeks to rock her against me.

  She cries out for more.

  “Yes, Jason!” she breathes.

  Her moaning, and the way she keeps saying my name and squeezing me to her, hard nipples and soft breasts brushing against me as I plow her tight, slick pussy drives me to the edge, and I can’t help fucking her harder and faster. Unable to pull myself from her, the next thing I know, I’m being milked, and her inner walls are squeezing against me deliciously. We stay locked, panting and recovering from the ride, pulsing around each other, my throbbing cock still in her.

  Even though I reached the pinnacle with her and my hearing still hasn’t completely returned, I’m still hard, and in no time, ready to go another round.

  9

  CALLA

  I am panting, and still in a daze after having Jason take me.

  No doubt I asked for it, and boy am I glad I got it; Jason felt amazing inside of me. He fucked me with such passion and need, my pussy never stopped tingling and wanting more until he was squeezing me to him, his hands cupping my butt cheeks, and then all I could do was surrender to orgasmic pleasure. Being so near that gorgeous chest of his, my soft tummy brought up against his hard abs as his cock plunged into me over and over, his pelvic area teasing my clit because of the way he held my leg up…god, yes.

  I didn’t give a shit if some old skeevy bastard was watching us; in fact, when I see that Jason is ready to go again and I remember we are indeed being watched, it turns me on even more.

  This time, I want to give a show, and I definitely want to grab the reins.

  I walk Jason backwards toward the bed and push him down on it.

  Then I climb over him, and play with the head of his cock, teasing him with my entrance until he’s had enough and roughly pulls me down on him. Then I angle myself for maximum pleasure for the ride.

  I bounce up and down on him, letting myself accept every inch of him and the way he fills me, massaging my insides with his firm member.

  I bend toward him so my clit gets massaged too, and when I feel myself about to come again, I straighten back up while he pushes in and out of me—I’m not done with his sweet dick yet.

  But soon, he grabs me and pulls me down so that my breasts are squashed against him, and he grabs my ass while his body tightens in a familiar way. With my tingling bud against him as he rides me from underneath, I explode in orgasm, and he’s not far behind.

  I am really tired this time, and end up collapsing the short distance on top of him.

  I suddenly realize that the room is the perfect temperature, but we are both sweating and panting as if we had done a hundred meter dash.

  It feels so good to be on top of him like this—to have our skins touch each other so intimately, all of our most sensitive parts lined up.

  Euphoric is the word that comes to mind.

  I haven’t had a good fuck session like this in…forever, it seems.

  Now that I am locked in his embrace as we come down from our high, reality begins to set in, and I start to wonder how I can look at Jason—and Scott—after this.

  I roll off of him and decide to face the wall for as long as I can while I think about how to proceed.

  My thoughts are interrupted by a slow round of applause, and I am reminded of our distant third party. I turn away from the wall but still don’t look at Jason. I end up just looking around at the walls and ceiling.

  “Well done, Calla!” the voice says. “My, your peach ass looks marvelous squeezing like that, and to see him plugged into you—I can only imagine what it must have felt like to finally have her, right, Jason? We have done each other a great favor.

  “I suppose you want to know, now, that I have kept my word and will let you two go. Well, you’ll be happy to know that I am indeed a man of my word, and you have fulfilled my initial terms, so you will be freed soon. I will start to make arrangements; the two of you will be out of here within three days.

  “Once again, that was quite amazing; I wish you two could see yourselves. You can if you’d like—it has been recorded. Don’t look so worried—I have no intention of releasing the tape to anyone. It is for my own personal pleasure—I am simply offering you a copy.”

  He bursts into laughter.

  “Don’t look so scandalized, Calla! Ah, poor Jason. You would love to have it, wouldn’t you? But she would have your head if you so requested. I might do you two the favor of having it set up and replayed for you before you go. Therefore, the tape stays with me, but you can see the way Calla’s beautiful breasts bounced, the way your glistening cock got lost deep in her.” The voice breaks into cackling laughter. “Hardening again, are we? You are insatiable, Jason. Can’t say I blame you. You have about three more days. You’re welcome.”

  I turn back to the wall, unable to meet Jason’s eyes.

  What am I supposed to say to him?

  I feel him sitting up on the bed next to me, and I know when his eyes are on me, but still can’t look at him.

  He has claimed my body; he has given me the time of my pussy’s life. And yet, he’s still my old friend in my heart, and guilt is starting to make its way in as I think about Scott. What if he isn’t doing that girl, Jesse, after all?

  “Hey, look at me,” Jason says for like, the third time. “Calla…”

  “What?” I say, not turning around.

  “Are you going to just lay there for the next few days?”

  “If I can, yes.”

  “I will be laying next to you at bedtime. You know that, right?”

  I find myself getting turned on at the thought. My center starts pulsing in anticipation. Damn it! I am now programmed to want him.

  “I may or may not spoon you,” he says softly.

  “You may not!” I say, not meaning it, although the words sounded convincing even to me. I want him to spoon me all right—and dip that spoon of his in my…

  “Yeah, right, Calla. You won’t push me away. You like the way my arms feel around you.”

  I close my eyes as the lowered husky sound to his voice turns me on even more.

  10

  JASON & CALLA

  JASON

  It’s so hard not to look at Calla’s naked ass, so I keep looking.

  I turn away when I feel myself stiffening again.

  Finally, I decide to get up from the bed and take a shower. Although I like Calla’s scent on me, my own sweat needs to go. Besides, me snuggling up next to her all fresh and clean—she won’t be able to resist me. I’m breaking her down, I know it.

  I don�
�t feel bad per se when I think about Scott. Who knows how long this crazy perv would have kept us here if Calla and I hadn’t finally done it?

  I just don’t know how we’re going to tell him—or even if we should. Personally, I’d prefer not to, but it’ll be hard to look at him knowing his girl bloomed for me.

  She shouldn’t be with him anyway, but I guess I don’t have a say in that at this stage.

  The way I see it, I have up to three days to prove to Calla she should be with me.

  To think of her being in Scott’s arms, and him touching her again makes me boil.

  If there’s one thing I have going for me, it’s that I have successfully rocked her world. I saw it all over her—the way she panted, the way she moaned, the way her eyes took me in, how wet she got, the way she squeezed me…neither of us wanted it to end. Climax, yes, but only to start over and do it again and again.

  She already knows our bodies fit, and now that I’m in her mind in a different way, I have about seventy-two hours to win her heart.

  I recognize the effects of distance—physical and otherwise—and I know that distance will work for me when I see Calla’s furtive glances in my direction.

  She is clearly affected by our encounters and wants more of the same without asking for it. The way she keeps trying to look away or hide the blazing desire in her eyes leads me to believe she’s still trying to be a good girl.

  She wants me, and keeps giving herself the mental equivalent of a slap on the hand for her wayward thoughts, but she can’t stop looking at me, even while she showers.

  I will make her a very bad girl; I will make her beg.

  I know she’ll find a way to ask me for it, and I can’t wait to see how.

  Once Calla is done with her shower, she walks toward me where I am sitting on the bed, naked.

  She doesn’t pick through the silky nightwear nearby—she just climbs in next to me nude, still damp in places, and smelling like a sweet flower.