Hewitt: Jagged Edge Series #1

by A. L Long

  "I went to find out about my brother. I know my mom is a lost cause, but maybe it's different for my brother. I need to find him,” I confessed.

  "I just don’t want anything to happen to you. Promise me you won’t take off without having someone with you,” Peter demanded. “Were you able to find anything out?"

  "Not really. I found the shelter he was taken to after my mom dropped him off. I want to check out the foster home he went to tomorrow. The lady at the shelter said he was sent there when he turned six. For now, I just want to take a long hot bath and go to bed."

  Peter was within feet of where I was standing in seconds. Grabbing me around the waist, he pulled my body close to his. It wasn't long before his lips were on mine and his tongue slid between them. I could feel the arousal under his jeans as he bent his legs and lifted me from the floor. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist. With his hands on my ass and mine wrapped tightly around his neck, he walked us to my bedroom, never breaking our kiss. Our bodies were pressed so close to each other, I could feel the beating of his heart sync with the beating of mine. Placing me gently on the bed, he began slowly removing my slacks while keeping his lips on mine. My hands weaved through his thick hair, feeling the need to consume him.

  With my slacks off, his hand began working their way up my body. Resting his hand softly on my breast, he began kneading the sensitive skin. I could feel the wetness beginning to pool between my legs. Struggling to get more of him, I lowered my hands between us and unfastened his belt. Freeing him of his jeans, the hardness of his cock pushed against my mound, making my body ignite with fever. Breathlessly, I moaned, “Peter,” Feeling the warmth of his cock enter me, a surge of desire pulsated inside me, making me aware that the first onset of my orgasm was about to unfold. Pulling him closer, I planted my mouth on his and frantically pushed my tongue between his lips.

  He broke the kiss and whispered softly, "Do you trust me, Lilly?"

  I didn’t know where he was going, but I trusted him completely. "Yes," I moaned, lowering my mouth to his neck.

  His body was off of mine, and the feeling of abandonment filled my mind. Pushing up to my elbows, I watch as he pulled a tiny object from his pocket. It looked to be round and riveted with a ring on the end. Whatever he had in his hand, he laid it on the bed and flipped my body over. His fingers were between my folds, lapping up the juices I knew were thick between them. As he circled my tight pucker, I had a pretty good idea what he was about to do.

  Looking behind me, I watched as he slowly inserted the device in my butt. I clamped down on the invasion and bit down on my lip. "Relax, baby," he said, taking hold of my hip with one hand as he guided the butt plug inside me with the other.

  Relaxing, I could feel the plug ease deeper inside me. The pain subsided, and there was only the feel of pressure taking hold. When it was fully lodged inside me, Peter leaned over me and kissed the small of my back. Releasing his hand from my hip, he trailed it up my body until I could feel the warmth of his fingers on my hard nipple. A slight pull on my nipple caused me to jump, making my muscles clamp down on the plug. My body was on fire. I could feel the tingling from head to toe. I felt the need to be satisfied. Peter must have felt my angst, because his cock filled me. The tightness was more than by body could take. I screamed with uncontrollable pleasure, unable to hold back my release. Thrusting deeper inside me, the pulsating of his cock echoed yet another orgasm as his eruption filled me.

  ~****~

  Lying in Peter's arms, something inside me was changing. I only knew this feeling once. I promised myself that I would never allow a man near my heart, only to have it torn in two. The problem was Peter was like no other man I ever knew. Yes, he had secrets, but he also did things to me that I had never felt before. The things he had done to my body, I thought I would never let happen, or enjoy for that matter. He made me want to give myself over to him and allow him to command my body. He asked me last night if I trusted him. I did, but only with my body. He was the only man who had ever told me that he loved me. I couldn’t let my guard down and believe that those three words could possibly mean something.

  Lost in my thoughts, I heard the faint sound of a vibration, which sounded like a cell phone. Pushing up to my feet, I knew it wasn't my phone vibrating, which only meant it had to be Peter's. Sifting through the discarded clothing on the floor, I found his phone beneath his jeans. Turning on his phone, I could see that a password was needed to access the full text. Seeing what I did of the text, I knew something was up. The words, 'It's done’ appeared across the screen. I wished I knew what his password was, so I could read the rest of the text. Hearing him stir behind me, I turned to see his smiling face. "Come back to bed, baby," he ordered, patting the spot next to him.

  Turning towards him, I crawled up onto the bed, holding his cell in my hand. "Someone was trying to reach you," I said naïvely, handing his phone to him.

  Taking his cell from me, he placed it on the nightstand and proceeded to pull me closer to him. "Aren't you going to see who it was?" I asked.

  "It’s the middle of the night, Lilly. Whoever it is can wait till morning."

  Maybe he could wait, but I couldn't. "What if it’s important?" I said.

  "If it will make you happy," he griped, turning his body to pick up his cell.

  I tried seeing the password he entered on his phone, but he was too quick. Nuzzling closer to him, I try to get a better look at his screen to read the complete text. Either he was a speed reader or he knew exactly what the text was about. Shutting down the phone, he placed it back on the nightstand and cuddled in close to me. "It's nothing," he said, kissing the top of my head before he closed his eyes once again.

  ~****~

  The morning came too quickly. The only thing I could think about was the text that came in on Peter's phone. The only way I was going to be able to find out what it was about was to ask him point blank. Rolling over, I began kissing his muscular chest, hoping that I would be able to stir him awake. I could feel the beating of his heart increase and his breathing becoming quicker. Taking his warm taut disc in my mouth, I began caressing it lightly with my tongue. I could hear a soft groan escape his mouth. Gazing up, I was met with his beautiful smile. He pulled me up from under my arms and lifted me so that I was straddling him just below the magnificent 'V' of his waist.

  Placing my hand across his hard chest, I asked innocently, "So what was the text about at three a.m.?"

  "Nothing you need to worry about," he said, grazing his hand under my t-shirt.

  "This is what I'm talking about, Peter. This is why we can never be together. I'm tired of the secrets," I blurted, pushing off his body.

  Before I could get too far, he pulled me back to him. "It was work. My services are requested in Washington. Some international diplomat is flying in, and they need protection for him, so they contacted me."

  "Why do they need you? Doesn't this guy have his own security?" I asked, not buying his story.

  "Yeah, but they don't trust this guy," he said.

  "Sounds kind of like an excuse not to tell me the real story." Pushing off the bed, I looked over my shoulder and said, "Did you want to join me?"

  Peter flew so quickly off the bed, I thought he was going to trample me. Slinging me over his shoulder, he swatted my ass playfully. "Hey," I scolded him, slapping him on his tight ass as well. I could already feel the wetness building between my legs. I wanted nothing more than to feel him deep inside me.

  Setting me down on the counter, he began searching the drawers. Knowing what he was looking for, I reached in front of him and pulled out the last drawer and gave him an unopened toothbrush. Hopping off the counter, I found my own brush. Placing a dab of toothpaste on it, I began brushing my teeth. Rinsing out my mouth, I pretended like I didn't notice the way he was looking at me. I removed my t-shirt and walked over to the shower. Opening the glass door, I turn the handle to the hottest temperature, then closed the door and watched as the steam began to g
ather on the glass. Turning around to grab a towel, I caught Peter gawking at me. "What?" I asked cunningly.

  "God, you're beautiful," he said softly, sweeping his hand across my lips before he lowered his to mine.

  Pulling him closer to me, I tugged him into the shower under the hot spray. His shoulders pressed together as he tried to adjust to the temperature of the water. Soon his body relaxed as it got used to the hot water. Peter reached for my pretty pink loofah and squeezed a healthy amount of my favorite body wash in the center. Working the soap into lather, he began sliding the sponge down my body, taking extra special care around my breast area. With the sponge on one side and his hand on the other, I could feel my nipples beginning to harden from his touch.

  He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He placed the loofah under the hot water, soaking up more, only to end up squeezing the excess water so that it trailed down my body. The heat of the water had my body on fire. I spread my legs wider as Peter began trailing his hand down my stomach, down the apex of my mound until the rough texture of the sponge rubbed against my hard nub. The sensation was unlike anything I had felt before. Spinning me around, Peter shifted the sponge to the other hand and begins using his free hand to separate the skin of my slick folds.

  The sponge dropped to the shower floor, allowing Peter to begin tweaking the taut peaks of my nipple. My head fell back against his shoulder as my body absorbed everything he was giving. As he slipped not one, but two fingers inside me, I felt the friction begin to consume me, causing my body to jolt against his. The more I pushed against him, the more I felt the hardness of his cock on my backside leaving me wanting even more of him.

  Peter removed his fingers and placed his hands on my hips. "Place your hands on the wall baby," he ordered, breathlessly.

  I did as he asked without hesitation. He lifted me, causing my legs to wrap around his hips. I arched my back and locked them at my ankles. I could feel the pressure of his cock at the ridge of my soaked entrance. What was he waiting for? I needed him inside me, but he was only moving enough to rub his cock between my folds. I could feel the beat of my heart getting faster. All I wanted was the feel of him inside. Then it happened. Euphoria. He slid inside me with such force that I swore my scream of pleasure was going to shatter the shower door.

  Peter pulled me even closer to him, causing my hands to leave the tile wall of the shower. Wrapping them around his neck for support, I felt his cock mover deeper inside me. Peter had all the power as he lifted my body over and over again so he could pump further and further inside my channel. When I thought I couldn't take anymore, my body shattered with one orgasm after another.

  Peter lowered my body while still holding me close. I wasn't sure if I could stand even if I wanted to. Holding me against him, he placed his lips on mine, kissing me with such passion, I knew I was in trouble. I was beginning to fall for him. There was no denying what my heart was saying. Soon I would be his.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Peter

  When Lilly told me that she had been out looking for her brother, I just about lost it. I couldn't let her know what I was really afraid of, losing her. Her explanation of the events made me think about what could have happened if she found out the truth. I needed to get in touch with someone who would be able to keep what really happened at the foster home away from her. If she ever found out the truth, I knew she would never forgive me. I also knew I would lose her forever.

  Getting in touch with my friend at the Department of Family Services, I explained my situation to him. At first he wasn't willing to help me, but then I reminded him of what I did for him and how he was able to get a job working with children. Matt and I grew up on the streets together. Shortly after I came back to the States from my tour of duty overseas, I ran into him. He’d gotten himself into trouble and needed a friend more than anything. He was lucky that I was in the States and was able to provide him with an alibi. I knew there was no way he could have robbed that jewelry store. His story was that he heard the alarm go off as he was walking home from work. The stupid shit decided to investigate and walked right inside the store. The cops were on him in minutes. He looked guilty as hell so they arrested him on the spot. I covered for him and told the cops that I was with him the exact time the alarm went off. The cops believed me since I was a hero. I found out later that even though Matt didn't break in, he stole some high quality diamonds that the thieves must have dropped when they left. He hid them in a safe place minutes before he was arrested. I never told anyone, and Matt put himself through college because of it.

  Needless to say, he was able to pull a couple of strings to make sure Lilly wouldn't be able to tie me to her brother and his death. As far as Lilly was concerned, the text I had received was for a job in Washington. I wasn't lying about the job. I had been notified earlier yesterday that I was needed there to protect some crooked diplomat until he could testify against some well-known arms dealer. I was scheduled to head out later tonight. I really didn't want to leave Lilly behind with everything that was going on, but the money was too good to pass up even though it would be dangerous.

  As much as I wanted to go with Lilly to the foster home where I spent the majority of my childhood, I couldn't risk someone recognizing me. Instead, I requested that Cop go with her. Vince "Cop" Coppoletti was one of the best men I had. No matter where he was or what he was doing, he never complained about having to drop everything to do a job for me. I could always depend on him.

  Going through my emails, I waited for Lilly to finish getting ready. Appearing before me just as I was finishing up, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Never has a woman made my dick as hard as it was at that very moment. Getting up from the couch, I walked over to where she was standing. Reaching behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist, taking in the fruity scent of her perfume. God, how I wished I could capture her scent and take it with me to Washington.

  Lilly's head tipped back and rested on my shoulder. Twisting her body so that she was facing me, I captured her lips with mine, giving her one last kiss before I headed out. I tangled my tongue with hers, feeling the warmth of her mouth taking me in. Deepening the kiss, I heard a soft moan, sending a rush of heat down my body to my throbbing dick. I wanted nothing more than to have one more round of sex with her. I knew that if I didn't get out of there right away, I would lose control.

  "I need to take off, baby. Cop will take you to the foster home when you're ready." I softly kissed her on the head, leaving my body aching for more.

  ~****~

  I never thought leaving Lilly would be so hard. I wasn't sure if it was because of the shit I was leaving behind or the fact that I already missed her soft body next to mine. Sitting at the airport waiting for my flight only made me think about Lilly and the danger I might be putting her in. This is why all of my relationships ended up in one-night stands. With the life that I led, I couldn't chance getting involved with anyone, but that didn't mean I couldn't satisfy my needs. With Lilly it was different. Never before had I wanted a woman as much as I wanted her. Confessing my love for her was probably not the wisest thing I had ever done. She had a spell over me that I just couldn't break.

  I hated flying. I was glad that at least I was seated in first class. It was the only way I would fly. As I took my seat, the flight attendant was there to take my drink order. I ordered a double scotch, since I wasn't too keen on flying in the first place. It was the only way to tame down my fear of flying. I preferred to drive or ride my bike whenever I needed to be somewhere.

  It was a six-hour flight to Washington, and unbearable, to say the least. The minute we landed, I was one of the first people off the plane. I hauled ass through the gate to baggage claim. I wanted to get out of this airport as fast as possible and into my hotel room. As I waited for my luggage, I quickly called Cop to see how everything was going with Lilly. Even though it was early, I needed to know how things went after I left yesterday morning.

  "Cop, give me an update," I said, lea
ning against a pole as I watched the carousel spit out luggage from our flight.

  "Not too much to report. I took Lilly to the foster home in Brooklyn. She didn't say much when she left. She looked disappointed that she didn't get the information she wanted. I dropped her off at the gallery after that," he explained.

  "Where are you now?" I asked, hoping he would be at Lilly's place.

  "Just getting ready to take a shower and grab some shut-eye. Josh is keeping an eye on her until I get back," he advised.

  "I may not be able to contact you for a couple of days. If anything comes up text me," I said.

  "Will do."

  At least I didn't have to worry about Lilly finding out anything. The way it sounded, she didn't find the information she was looking for. I just hoped that she would give up on finding her brother instead of continuing her search for answers.

  ~****~

  The first thing I did when I got to my hotel was crash on my bed. I didn't even bother taking off my clothes. The tension of the flight left my body exhausted and my nerves completely shot. It was no surprise I was out the minute my head hit the pillow. Then it began, the dreams. I hadn't had one of these dreams in a long time. Visions of Adam's face crept in. Over and over, I kept seeing the look in his eyes as my mind kept rewinding what I did. Everyone kept telling me it wasn't my fault. There was no way I could've held on to him. He was one-hundred ninety pounds to my one-hundred ten. I never told anyone what really happened. Instead, I lied and said he slipped and I tried to pull him up, but I couldn't hold him. I was so angry with him. He kept telling me I was the son of a whore and that my mom fucked anything with a dick. He kept saying that my mom threw me away because it was the only way she could make money.