“So what brings you by?”
She turned slowly around. “I was thinking about you tonight.”
His smile widened as he leaned against the closed door. “Really? I was beginning to think you’d forgotten me since you hadn’t returned any of my calls.”
She fluttered her eyes a few times and threw her braids off her shoulders to call attention to the spaghetti straps of her dress, as well as the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Oh, I must have been out of town when you called. There’s no way I would not have returned your call after that night we had together. Just thinking about all the things we did had my panties wet for days.” She hated admitting it but it was the truth.
“Well, I’m always happy to provide a repeat performance.”
Sonya smiled when she saw that he had gotten hard already. “I was hoping you would say that because there’s a full moon out tonight. Have I ever told you what happens to me whenever there’s a full moon?” She saw his throat tighten when he tried to swallow.
“No, what happens to you?”
“I have a tendency to want to play out my fantasies, whatever they are.” She saw him swallow again. “And do you know what my fantasy is tonight, Dalton?” He had started fondling himself, right in front of her, and she wondered if he was even aware he was doing it.
“No, Sonya, what’s your fantasy tonight?” he asked in a deep, husky voice.
She licked her lips. “Umm, I’d like to taste a man from head to toe and utterly blow him away. ”She licked her lips again.“If you know what I mean?”
She saw the smooth looking grin that came on his face and wondered how a jerk—a damn handsome jerk at that—could be so good in bed.
“Oh, yeah, I know what you mean,” he said as he began unzipping his pants. “I’d love to accommodate you and we don’t have to waste any time. Come over here. I got just the thing for you.”
“I’m sure you do,” she said as she strode over to him and reached down and caressed his erection through his pants. Boy, was he hard. She had to force herself to forget just how many hours of pleasure this particular male organ had once given her. Right now she was too damn mad for that. That night when he’d brought her here he’d done so with the intention of doing two things: pump her for sex and pump her for information.
And he had successfully done both.
Now thanks to her, Carla was in one hell of a fix and Sonya was determined to do whatever she could to correct the problem. “But I
don’t want to do it here, Dalton,” she said in a very sultry voice.
He gazed down at her, confused. “Why not here?”
“Because it’s not part of my fantasy. My fantasy includes something naughty.”
He was having trouble swallowing again. “Something naughty?”
“Yes, terribly naughty. I want to do it in the school yard.”
He blinked. “The school yard?”
“Yes?”
“But it’s late. It’s almost midnight.”
“I know what time it is, but just think about it, Dalton. This is the best time. It’s dark, quiet, and it’s private. Haven’t you ever thought about making out in the backseat of a car at night in the school yard?” She smiled knowing that even if he’d never thought about it before, he wasn’t about to tell her he hadn’t.
“Oh, yeah, I’ve thought about it lots of times. What school do you have in mind?”
“Umm, since there will definitely be a lot of drama, I thought we’d use the one Wesley Snipes graduated from, Jones High School,” she said as she zipped his pants back up, then patted him. “Come on, let’s hurry. My mouth is tingling. And I prefer that we use my car.”
“All right, babe. I’ll do anything just to get your mouth on me.”
Sonya’s smiled widened. The two of them were alike in a number of ways. They had a tendency to think with their friggin’ body parts more so than with their heads.
Less than twenty minutes later Dalton was stretched out naked in the back seat of Sonya’s Infinity. He had quickly undressed and had tossed his clothes in the front seat. “Okay, baby, come on back here and let’s get this show on the road. I’m ready to get blown away,” he said lifting his arms out to her. It was dark and he could barely see her, and to be on the safe side they had disconnected the interior light in the top of the car.
The last thing either of them wanted was to get caught.
“Be patient, Dalton, I’m coming.”
He chuckled. “Oh, you’re going to be coming all right. As soon as you’re through doing me, baby, then I intend to do you.”
He heard her as she began climbing in the back seat. He felt her hands touching him, felt her strong, warm fingers take hold of his erection and it felt good. He was about to close his eyes when suddenly a bright light appeared, seemingly from out of nowhere. No! It wasn’t a bright light—it was a ball of fire! He tried to sit up. “What the hell!”
“Don’t move, Dalton, and I mean it. Don’t you dare move.”
He swallowed nervously. “Hey, baby, what’s that? I can get kinky like the next guy but I don’t believe in playing with fire. What the hell is that thing?”
“It’s a flame gun. I’m sure you’ve seen one before. They’re used to light barbecue grills, fireplaces, candles, and a number of other things.”
“But what are you doing with it in here?”
“Because if you so much as move one inch without me telling you to do so, I intend to give you the blow job you’ve been asking for.”
Dalton began getting more nervous. Sweat began pouring from his forehead. Sonya had that friggin’ torch too close to vital body parts. “Look, Sonya, move that damn thing away from me before somebody gets burned.”
“That’s my intent, pretty boy. I don’t mind being screwed but I’ll be damn if I’ll get screwed and used. And that night you used me, Dalton.”
He tried to inch backward. “I said don’t move, Dalton, or your balls get fried and I mean it!”
And Dalton believed her every word. He knew women had a tendency to get pretty emotional but he was beginning the think this broad was damn crazy. He could see her face through the flame and thought she actually looked like a she-devil. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sonya. I didn’t use you. We both got what we wanted that night. You said so yourself.”
Sonya frowned. “Yeah, but you got more didn’t you? You got information out of me that you used to hurt Carla and for that I have a mind to set your penis on fire.”
“Hey, wait a minute, let’s not get stupid.”
“I’m already stupid for first getting drunk that night and secondly, for going home with you. And what pisses me off even more is the fact that although I enjoyed having sex with you, I don’t even like you.”
Dalton had heard enough. “Put that damn flame down, Sonya, now! And back off!”
Instead of doing what he said, she moved the torch closer to his lower extremities. “Don’t you dare raise your voice to me, Dalton. I’m the one with the flame so I’m calling the shots and now is not a good time to piss me off more than I already am. But I wanted you to know that I know what you did and I don’t appreciate it.”
“But I wasn’t the one who sent that letter to Devereau. It was Carla’s mother who sent it. The only mistake I made was telling her what I had found out from you, but I didn’t know what the woman planned to do.”
A part of Sonya wanted to believe him, but if he was telling the truth as far as she was concerned it was too late now. “Well, even if Carla’s mother sent the letter, you’re just as guilty and I would suggest in the future that if you see me coming you’d best go the other way. Do you understand?”
“Hell, yeah, I understand you. Now take me back home, dammit.”
Sonya chuckled. “Not on your life, big guy. Get out of my car and don’t try any funny business or your thing will go up in smoke because I’m keeping this torch close to it at all times. If you want take a chance and call my bluff th
en do it but if I were you, I wouldn’t. I’m feeling somewhat crazy about now and there’s no telling what I’d do. After I fry your penis and balls then I might decide to go after all that hair on your chest.”
Dalton was convinced she just might do that. She had definitely shocked the hell out of him tonight. He wouldn’t care if he never got another blowjob ever again from any woman.
“Now get away from my car, Dalton.” He quickly did as she said, and she slid into the front seat and started the engine.
“Hey, give me my clothes, Sonya.”
“Not on your life.”
“You can’t leave me out here naked like this.”
“Wanna bet?”
And with those last words she quickly sped off and rolled up her car window to drown out the sound of Dalton’s loud curses and got royally pissed when she heard him called her a stupid bitch.
When she was a few blocks away she picked her cell phone and punched in a few numbers. “Yes, hi, I’m a concerned citizen and I just passed Jones High School, and I could be mistaken but I think I saw a naked man lurking around. You may want to send a couple of your officers to check things out. Good-bye.”
She pulled into the next all-night food market she came to. After gathering all of Dalton’s clothes and belongings in her hands, she walked over to the garbage Dumpster and tossed them in. As she made her way home she thought of the other man she intended to visit in the morning.
Jesse Devereau.
Chapter 17
Grey glanced down the list of names he had accumulated over the past few weeks and wondered why he felt that he was omitting something vital.
The information he’d received had not been helpful other than to verify that Lorenzo Ballentine had not been in the United States within the last month. Unless he was working with an accomplice, Ballentine’s name could be scratched off the list. That still left a number of people Grey wasn’t ready to eliminate just yet, including Brandy’s secretary. It had been discovered that the forever cheerful Donna Fields had been having a secret affair with Horace Thurgood during the years they had worked together. Why the romance had been kept a secret was anyone’s guess, but Grey’s investigators had been able to determine that the woman had made several trips to New York to visit Thurgood over the past six months. If the woman resented Brandy for Thurgood’s decision to leave, that would give her a motive for wanting to harass Brandy. Then there was Thomas Reynolds who still occasionally drove by the hotel to check on Brandy’s whereabouts.
Grey pushed back in his chair. His shoulder was beginning to ache. So was his back. And he didn’t want to think about his lower extremities but then a different kind of ache was lodged there. It was one only Brandy could relieve. He glanced over at the clock. It was after midnight.
“You’re still at it I see.”
Grey jerked his head up and met Brandy’s gaze. She stood in the doorway wearing a bathrobe. It was similar to the other one he’d seen her in before but this one was red.
The lady in red.
And just like the night before, the sight of her took his breath away.
She moved away from the doorway and took a step into the room. “I had trouble sleeping,” she said by way of an explanation as to why she was there.
Grey nodded but he didn’t take his eyes from her. “Got thirsty again tonight, too?”
A smile tilted her lips. “No, I’m not thirsty but I thought I’d find something to read after I gave up counting sheep.” She walked over to a magazine rack and pulled one off the stack. “Maybe this will do the trick.”
He saw the title, Hotel Management. “I guess there’s a possibility that it will.”
Brandy lifted an eyebrow. “You don’t sound convinced.”
Grey shrugged his massive shoulders. “It depends on the reason you can’t sleep. I think you need to acknowledge what’s keeping you awake. What’s keeping us both awake.”
Brandy stared at him, licking her lips unconsciously. A flicker of heated desire flamed inside of her. This man had the ability to mesmerize her, turn her on without even trying. Then there was this honesty between them, no game playing. They called things as they saw them like two mature adults. But then, on the other hand, they were cautious people. They knew the score. They knew what they wanted, the price they’d have to pay if they decided to take it.
But tonight she wasn’t ready to get serious about anything or anyone. Tonight she needed to feel free, uninhibited. She didn’t want to remember that someone was trying to put the fear of God in her.
“Did your mother ever tell you stories?”
She blinked when she realized Grey had spoken. “Stories?”
He smiled. “Yes, bedtime stories. My mom used to tell us stories every night. Those stories would help me to sleep.”
Brandy quickly remembered her childhood. “The only stories my mother would tell were about ‘those damn Bennetts.’ But my Gramma Idella used to read me Bible stories whenever I would visit her. Why? Do you have a good story that might put me to sleep?” she asked, amused. A bit of humor felt good right now and lightened the moment between them. Sexual tension was slowly creeping into the room. She felt it and by the darkening of his eyes knew that he felt it too.
She watched as he came around the desk to sit on the edge. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the jeans he wore and the hard erection she could make out through the denim. At that moment the lightened moment between them suddenly vanished when sexual awareness took over.
He wanted her. Just like she wanted him. He was trying like hell not to want her, but she knew there were some things your body just couldn’t hide and for a man an arousal was one of them.
“I’m willing to come up with a story if you care to listen,” he said lightly, and she realized he was trying to downplay their sexual attraction, their combustible hormones that wanted to do their own thing.
“Hey, I’m game,” she said indulgently as she dropped down in the recliner in the room to keep her knees from wobbling. She was up against too much man and her body was letting her know it.
“All right then. Here’s my story.”
Brandy watched as he shifted positions so his predicament wouldn’t be so obvious. “Once upon a time in the Land of Masters.”
“The Land of Masters?” she asked raising a brow.
“Hey, work with me here. This is my story, right?”
She nodded. “Right, and I do apologize. Please continue.”
“Once upon a time in the Land of Masters lived this boy who wanted to grow up and be a man. A very strong man. When he got older he saw there were too many bad guys out there so he decided he wanted a job that would rid the land of crooks, robbers, and thieves and make the Land of Masters safe for everyone to live. Then one day he got word that there was this damsel in distress. Some wicked person was trying to steal her crown. So the boy who had grown up to be a man decided to go do whatever he could to keep the damsel safe in the land where she lived that was called the Land of Mousketeers.”
Ignoring Brandy’s chuckles, Grey continued. “At first he didn’t really want to go and leave the Land of Masters, but he was convinced that he was needed to help slay the damsel’s dragon. However, when he got to the Land of Mousketeers, he found a damsel who really wasn’t in distressed. She was just a little pissed that someone had the nerve to try and take something she owned. Something she’d worked hard to get. And the boy who had grown up to be a man also noted something else about the damsel when he got there.”
Brandy noticed that Grey’s voice had deepened and his gaze was searing into hers. She also saw the rise and fall of his chest and could almost hear the pounding of his heart even from across the room. The erratic beat was almost in tune with her own. And if that wasn’t enough to make her draw in a shallow breath, she couldn’t help but take note that the bulge of his arousal through his jeans had gotten larger and looked harder.
She nervously licked her lips and tried to ignore the perspiration that
was beginning to form on her skin and the ultra hot heat that began consuming her body. “What?” she asked quietly. “What else did he find?”
He eyed her for a long moment, as if silently debating to continue. “He found that this damsel wasn’t a country bumpkin, nor was she an orange grove old maiden. He discovered that she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and was indeed the fairest of them all. She was a woman who, without even trying, reminded him that he was a man and made him think about mating for the first time in nearly three years.”
Brandy swallowed deeply. “Mating?”
“Yes, mating. All day and all night. But not your typical mating. The boy who had grown into a man decided that typical mating wouldn’t do for this damsel. She needed something way out of the ordinary since there wasn’t an ordinary thing about her. She was in a class by herself. Savvy. High-class. Sexy. He thought all those things described this damsel and he suddenly found that he was the one who was in distress. Instead of concentrating on the task he’d been sent to do, he found that his mind and his thoughts were consumed with other things. They were filled with thoughts of her.”
Standing, he slowly walked to stand in front of her as his gaze continued to meet hers. “He couldn’t help but wonder how her breasts would taste in his mouth, how her body would fit against his and how her legs would feel wrapped tight around his waist. He also wondered just how wet her body could get when she got turned on and what sounds she would make when he entered her. He thought about taking her on the desk, the kitchen table, the floor, the wall, the shower. Anything was game. You name it, he’d thought about it. But what he thought about more than anything,” Grey said, his voice low, deep, guttural. “Is how it would feel coming inside of her.”
Brandy became too numb to move, too aroused to speak. Her skin suddenly became sensitive, and anything touching it served as an irritant she needed to be free of. Her clothes suddenly felt sticky, damp, and she felt the need to get out of them.
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