The Hot Sergeant (Second Chance Military Romance) (Hargrave Brothers - Book #2)

by Alexa Davis

  I played with her that way for a few minutes and then I flipped her over so her ass was in the air. Once again I put my hand down between her legs. I let my fingers play up and down along her slit, stopping to pinch her hard clit and make her shiver and moan. She came up off the bed, and once again I pushed her down with my body. My hard cock pressed up against her ass and I rubbed myself against her.

  “Are you going to take those clothes off?” she asked. Her words were mumbled into the comforter that her face was pushed down into.

  “In a minute,” I told her. “I’m busy here.” I used one hand to continue my torture on her pussy while I slid the other one underneath her chest to grab a breast. I massaged and kneaded it and got even more excited by not only the feel of her, but the sounds she was making. I flipped her over again and took one of her hands and put it down between her legs.

  She brought her feet up and I felt those sexy heels dig into my back while she began to rub her own clit. I bent down further and sucked one of her breasts into my mouth. I tickled her nipples with quick strokes of my tongue and the harder I licked the faster her hand moved between her legs. I could tell she was getting close when she breathed out a simple, “Please.”

  Instead of undressing and fucking her, I moved her hand and continued sucking on her breasts while I fingered her. I slid two fingers inside of her and felt her tight walls clamp down on me as she held my head to her chest and cried out my name. I used my free hand to pick up one of her legs and put it up on my shoulder.

  Then, I used my fingers to fuck her fast and hard until she was screaming in ecstasy and coming all over my hand. When she finished I pulled it out and licked my fingers, tasting her sweetness. It only made me want more.

  I leaned down and put my face between her legs and began to lick and suck. She was muttering incoherently as she grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled hard while I brought her to another quick orgasm.

  I let her recover, but after a few minutes, she reached up with shaky hands and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She pushed down on them until they were around the tops of my thighs. I stepped back and took them the rest of the way off, depositing my shirt down on top of them.

  As soon as I stepped back up to the bed she reached out for me. She wrapped both of her hands around my hard cock and pulled it to her mouth. She started licking me all over like she was going after a lollipop. I stood at the edge of the bed and watched her lick and then suck and even gently graze her teeth along the underside of it, the whole while massaging my balls with one hand. She nearly put me sailing through the ceiling when she took one of my balls into her mouth and sucked on it.

  I was shaking all over when I finally worked up the energy to pull back. I threw myself at her, pushing her back on the bed in one big movement. I mounted her and fucked her until we were both crying out in an orgasm that rocked the room around us. I fell asleep wrapped up in her arms and the world went away if only for the night.

  At five a.m., I was rudely awakened to the annoying sound of my phone. I should have left it in the living room. I sat up and looked around. Alicia was blinking her eyes like she was trying to wake up. “I’m sorry, baby.” I reached over and fished for my phone.

  I put it to my ear and heard a strange voice say, “Mr. Hanson this is Sergeant Mason of the NYPD. We got a call from your alarm company. There has been a breach at your law office downtown. I’m afraid there was a break-in.”

  “Shit! Did you catch them?”

  “No, sir, but we’d like you to come down so we know if anything was taken.”

  “Okay, I’ll be right there.”

  “What’s wrong?” Alicia asked, sitting up. I told her as I got dressed. She put her hands on her head and said, “When is it all going to stop?”

  “I wish I knew, baby.”

  “Do you want me to go with you?”

  “No, baby. Your parents’ plane comes in at eight, right? I know you need to get ready for that.”

  Alicia laid her face all the way in her hands and said, “God, I wish I didn’t have to explain all of this to Mother.”

  “What about your father, do you think he’s going to take it any better?”

  “He’s more understanding,” Alicia said. “All he has ever wanted was for me to be happy. He’ll worry about me and how all of this is affecting my life, but Mother… Well, let’s just say that she likes to give orders and issue ultimatums. If they’re not followed, then you have an argument on your hands.”

  Great. I couldn’t wait to meet her. I kissed Alicia and said, “I’m sure it will be fine.” I’m a lawyer. Lying comes easy.

  CHAPTER THREE

  ALICIA

  After Adam left, I got up and put the coffee on to brew. I made sure the guestroom was free of dust and the bathroom well stocked, and then I started getting ready to bring home the parents.

  While I was dressing, I slipped off the ring on my finger and put it gently back into the velvet box it had come in. I had too much to discuss with my parents, and the ring was a conversation I felt could wait for later.

  I waited nervously near terminal twelve at John F. Kennedy airport. I had been notified that the plane my parents were on was running approximately one hour late. This made me even more nervous. I knew Mother well. She did not tolerate anything that interrupted or altered her schedule in any way, unless it was her who had changed the plan. I was already dreading having to explain all of the things that were going on in my life, without anticipating her irritable mood in the mix.

  As I sat waiting for the plane to come in, I thought back to the day I had left my home to start a new life in New York. Mother, Father, and I had all waited at the airport for my plane to board. It was snowing, so the flights had all been delayed, and my mother’s mood grew blacker by the hour.

  She hadn’t wanted me to go; she had made that abundantly clear in the weeks leading up to my departure. She had expected to win the argument, as she usually did. For one of the first times in my life, I had stood firm, though, with my father’s support making me stronger. I was going to New York if I had to sit in that terminal all week before a plane was able to land and pick me up. I loved my mother, but the Lady Winston’s dreams of raising a daughter who would be a socialite on the arm of some rich, handsome, successful man were just that, her dreams, not mine.

  Thankfully for me, Lord Winston had raised me to be strong and independent. He encouraged me to dream big and to go after those dreams with everything I had in me. If not for his steady and constant support, my mother may have won out. She was a hard woman to say no to, especially when she was in a mood.

  The voice over the loudspeaker announcing that their flight had landed brought me back into the present. I pasted a smile on my face as the first class passengers began disembarking through the tunnel. I watched the crowd of people coming through, searching for my parents. I spotted my father first. When I saw him, I felt warm inside and for that second, I was his little girl again and all of my troubles were forgotten.

  “Daddy!” I said, waving him in my direction. I caught a glimpse of Mother just to his right as they came toward me. My father waved back heartily, and I smiled and waved at Mother, as well. The wave I got in response was as if she were swatting at a fly. I felt my stomach tighten into a hard knot.

  “Alicia!” Daddy took me into his strong arms and hugged me so tightly I nearly lost my breath. I didn’t care, though. I had seldom found anywhere in life that I felt as safe as in Daddy’s arms.

  “Oh, my little girl,” he said as he held me back at arm’s length. “Let me look at you. I am so happy to see you!”

  “I’m happy to see you, too, Daddy.” Looking Mother, I said, “I’m happy to see you, too, Mother. You look well.”

  My mother leaned forward and gave me a peck on the cheek. “You look tired, dear,” she said as she looked more closely at my face.

  It’s funny how a person’s parents could cause them to go from successful, confident adult to an instant c
hild that wanted to please in mere minutes. “I’m fine, Mother,” was all I said, however. “How was your flight?”

  “God awful,” The Lady Winston said with a huff. “I can’t believe they dare call that first class.”

  I gave her a sympathetic look, but had to stop myself from smiling when I looked at my father’s face. He rolled his eyes and had a silly smirk painted on.

  “Let’s go collect your things,” I told them, taking the carry-on my mother was holding.

  We all walked over to baggage claim, where Mother continued to complain about the shoddy conditions of the airlines in the States. Her complaining prompted a porter to come to our aid, and he loaded the luggage onto a dolly for us and rolled it out to the car. After we were finally loaded and in the car Mother said,

  “I assume you have a lot to tell us?” It was more a statement than a question.

  I sighed. “Yes, Mother, I suppose I do. Would you mind if we waited until we get to the apartment and get you both settled, though? It’s a conversation I’d really rather not have on the Turnpike.”

  Before my mother could speak, my father interjected. Glancing a silent warning at Mother he said, “Of course, dear. You tell us when you’re ready. Isn’t that fine, Diane?”

  I could see my mother’s face in the rearview mirror and knew my poor dad would probably pay for that later. For now, though, she said, “Of course,” with a tight-lipped smile.

  The rest of the ride was spent with chit chat and gossip about folks back home that I hadn’t seen in a while. When we reached the apartment at last, Luis was there to help and he called two young men on his staff to carry my parents’ things up to the apartment. I could tell my mother at least approved of this.

  Once inside, I showed them to their room so that they could freshen up after their long flight and began brewing a pot of tea. They had both told me they weren’t hungry yet, so I just fixed a platter of croissants and pastries I had gotten at the bakery in case they wanted a small snack. Taking a deep breath, and willing myself to be strong, I headed back out to the sitting room.

  As I poured the tea, we again made small talk. My father told me how much he liked my apartment and how proud he was I had done so well for myself. Unfortunately, that left an opening for Mother.

  “Yes, we hadn’t been concerned about you at all dear until we started reading and seeing some things that upset us this past week.”

  “I know, Mother, and I’m sorry I didn’t warn you about what was going on. I just thought it would be better if we talked face to face about it all, rather than on the phone.”

  Daddy reached over and took my hand for support; I smiled at him as Mother said,

  “Well, we’re here now, and we’re listening.”

  I wasn’t sure where to begin, so I started at the beginning. My mother raised an eyebrow or two throughout my spiel, but didn’t interrupt. When I finished, my father squeezed my hand and said,

  “I’m sure you can see how this, um, situation would concern us as parents?”

  “Yes, Daddy, of course I can. It concerns me, as well, trust me. But I’m telling you that as bad as it all sounds, and as stressful as it all has been, Adam is no killer. He is a kind, loving, smart, amazing man, and I can’t wait for you two to meet him.”

  “Alicia,” Mother began in that even tone she usually reserved for reasoning with people she thought were in desperate need of her advice. “Have you considered what might happen if Adam is arrested?”

  I opened my mouth and she stopped me by saying, “I’m not finished. Innocent people are accused of things all the time, dear, are they not? I’m just saying, what if he is arrested? Not only do you end up in a relationship with a man who is incarcerated, wrongly or not, but have you realized that if that were to be the case, your job could be lost, as well?”

  “Mother, Adam is not going to be arrested. The police have no evidence to use to arrest him because there is no evidence to find. Adam was with me, in a crowded restaurant. He didn’t kill his wife, and the district attorney is not going to risk arresting a well-respected attorney for something he could never prove.”

  “So,” my father began still in a cautious tone, “there still may be the problem of how all of this negative publicity is affecting his law practice. Do you have a back-up plan at least, sweetheart?”

  “No, Daddy. Adam is my plan.” I got up and told them I’d be right back. Coming back into the room with the velvet box I saw my parents exchange a look.

  “Adam asked me to marry him, and I said yes.” I took the ring out and placed it on my finger. “I will stick by his side no matter what, and we will figure this all out together. I want to have a strong, happy marriage like the two of you. I always admired how you were partners in everything. That’s what I want, and I know I can have with Adam. I need you two to have enough faith in me to know that I’m smart enough to know what I am doing here.”

  My parents looked at each other again. I really did admire them. They had been together so long and shared so many things in life that they almost didn’t have to speak. Their thoughts were often conveyed in looks or a touch. My mother gave an almost imperceptible nod in my father’s direction and he said, “Okay, sweetheart, we’ll trust you. Promise us you will keep us informed, though, even when we go home. And, let us know if we can help.”

  I threw my arms around his neck. “I promise, Daddy, thank you!”

  As I turned towards Mother, I thought I saw the slightest hint of a smile on cross her lips, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. My mother acted like she was waiting for a peck on the cheek, but when I put my arms around her neck, too, she softened for a second. Softly brushing my hair away from my face with her right hand, she put her left palm on my cheek and said, “I do hope you know what you’re doing.”

  I could see the traces of tears that lined her pretty eyes. I wanted more than anything to fast-forward time to where this was all over and she could see just how happy Adam can make me.

  “I do, Mother. I promise.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  ADAM

  When I got to the office that morning, I was let in by a uniformed officer posted at the door. I made his way to the large conference room where law enforcement seemed to have gathered and introduced myself to the detective in charge.

  “Sorry we have to meet under these circumstances, Mr. Hanson,” the detective told me.

  “It seems that has been happening to me a lot lately,” I said with a sigh. “What happened here?”

  “Well, it looks as if the thieves made their way into the building through the vents that lead from the building next door to this one. That building doesn’t have an alarm, and so breaking into it was easier. Once they got in here, they had to work pretty quickly, as the motion detectors alerted the alarm company and we had police units here in less than ten minutes.”

  “Which offices did they break into?”

  “We’ve checked the entire building. It seems that your main office and that of a Ms. Winston,” he said, glancing at a notepad, “were the only two where things seem to be disturbed. You can probably tell us more as you look around, however. That’s why we needed you here.”

  “Okay, well, let’s get this over with.” I headed out of the conference room and across the hall to my office and the detective and uniformed officers followed me. The lock on my office door was scarred from the tools the thieves had used to force entry. I looked around as I entered the room. Papers and files were strewn across the desk and floor. The locked cabinet where I kept client case files was tipped over and had obviously been forced open. It was mostly empty. I went around to the front of my desk. The drawers had all been forced open, and the files I considered most private, mainly those involving Brigham and the oil spill case, were gone, as well.

  “Damn!” I said, dropping momentarily into my desk chair. I felt like my head was going to explode. How much more was I fucking supposed to take?

  “Files are missing?” the detect
ive asked.

  “Yes,” I told him. “Almost all of them. Confidential files, open cases, what a mess.” I stood up and without another word, left my office and headed down the hall to Alicia’s. Her door had been forced open and the same type of mess awaited us there.

  “For specifics, you’ll have to speak with Ms. Winston,” I told the detective. “But it seems that most of her files are gone, as well.”

  I glanced around the office again, this time noticing that the pictures Alicia kept on the shelf above her desk were in disarray. Upon close inspection, I realized that the pictures Alicia kept here of us together at various business functions were all laying down on their face while the others were still sitting upright and facing outward. That was odd, but I didn’t mention it to the policemen. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but it felt personal and I couldn’t bear to get Alicia any more involved in this mess than she already was.

  With my lead, we checked each of the other offices. They all remained locked tight, and when I used my master key to open them, it appeared as if nothing had been disturbed in any of them.

  As the cops were finishing up taking my statement, people began coming in to work for the day. The police had them all wait in the lobby or the conference room until they were finished with their evidence collection. I had to explain what had happened over and over, until finally I had a massive headache and assigned the task to Marie.

  When Mac arrived, he and I began the daunting task of informing clients that our confidential files had been taken and we had no way of knowing whose hands they were now in. We also had to notify the courts. I had to wonder how many of my and Alicia’s cases would just be thrown out now regardless of how well they had been going so far. When I made the call to Miles, the man was incensed.

  “Do you mean to tell me that all of my personal business, including statements I have made to you behind closed doors and never meant to be public, are out there floating around somewhere with God knows who? What the hell are we going to do now?”