by Terry Towers
“I know what’s important. Hell, I know what’s not important.”
“Don’t you get how that can be crazy and creepy?”
“No doubt.”
“I’m not there yet, it’s way too quick Tr – ” his expression darkened “– Elijah. I need time.”
“I’ll give you all the time you need, Sid. I’m not expecting a thing, other than a chance.”
“Then what would you do in my position?”
He grinned. Damn him and that sexy grin, just seeing him smile at me like that made me melt inside. “I’d think that I was one lucky son-of-a-bitch to have you feel that way about me.”
“I just got out of a relationship.”
He shrugged. “Was it all that good anyhow?”
“In retrospect, not really.” I laughed. “My God, you’ve changed.” I pulled my hand from his and stroked the side of his face, which had grown a day’s worth of beard, just enough to give him an extra sexy edge. My thoughts kept going round and round in circles.
“I have. But you haven’t. Not really. You may be a celebrity, but you’re still the Sidney Lopez who stood up for me and would do anything to help someone else. How couldn’t I fall in love with that?”
~*~*~*~*~
Elijah
I had no idea what was going through her head, it seemed like a hundred different emotions were flashing in her eyes, I couldn’t keep up. But she wasn’t jumping up and running, and she wasn’t giving me that oh-my-god this dude is fucked up look, so I’d call that a win. But the greatest relief was the fact she’d stopped crying. I can’t handle women crying, it makes me feel powerless. The fact that the tears were because of me felt like a vise grip around my heart.
“Okay, Sid, you gotta help me out here and fill me in… What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking a lot of things. Like one, do we keep this as a secret relationship, or do we announce who Batman really is?”
I laughed. “I don’t care either way, Sidney.”
She dropped her hand from my face to finger one of my shirt buttons. “You do clean up pretty damned good. I think you’d look amazing walking the red carpet.”
“So does this mean we’re good? You’re not pissed over the little white lie?”
She cocked a brow at me. “Little white lie?”
“A big omission,” I conceded.
Laughing, she fisted the front of my shirt and pulled me into her. “No more secrets?” she asked, brushing her lips across mine and causing a stirring in my groin. “Promise.”
I didn’t even hesitate, even though I was still keeping the biggest secret of all from her, “No more secrets. Promise.” I’d let her have anything. I’d give her the world. I’d kill anyone who I even thought might bring her harm. But I refused to lose her now that I finally had her, even if it meant going back on my promise. Besides, it was only one secret, everything else would be 100% legitimate.
Chapter 16
Sidney
It was all out in the open and I was relieved. I’d been feeling like he was holding back and now that I knew the truth I wasn’t going to hesitate. Honestly, I didn’t care that he kept who he was from me, I felt it was unnecessary, but I understood why he was reluctant. I also understood why I’d catch a hint of uncertainty and insecurity in his eyes from time to time, whereas normally, like in the situation at the convention where he’d taken charge and kept me from fans despite my protests, he was so confident and self-assured. Knowing the truth bridged the gap and so now I was willing to take a chance and open my heart to this wonderful, beautiful man.
Rolling onto my back I pulled him onto me. The sex between us so far had been fuelled by an urgent passion that was driven by pure lust and a need for mutual gratification. But tonight I wanted it to be different, tonight I wanted to show him how much it meant to me that he’d opened himself to me. And what better place than here on the beach, during one of the most exquisite nights of the season? I wasn’t where he was emotionally, not yet, but I knew I’d get there.
“Do you want to go inside?” he asked, running his index finger lightly along my collarbone while ghosting his lips across mine.
“No.” I pulled him over me, my legs straddling his hips, and began to slowly undo the front of his white shirt. “I want you to make love to me. Here. Now.”
“God, Sid. I love you so fucking much.” He didn’t wait for me to respond before claiming my lips with his, kissing me tenderly, taking his time. I know he wasn’t expecting a response, but nonetheless his proclamation sent my heart soaring and brought tears to my eyes. No one had ever told me they loved me with such emotion and honesty in their voice. I wanted to return that sentiment so badly it hurt. At least his intensity didn’t scare me, not now, not anymore.
As our tongues duelled I pulled his shirt from his pants and finished unbuttoning it and then ran my hands up his muscled stomach. He sat back onto his heels and undid the cuffs of his shirt. I watched him, mesmerized by the moonlight dancing off his skin, as he shrugged the shirt from his shoulders. My mind flashed back to seeing him as a young man, thin and malnourished; my God what a difference the years made!
He chuckled, lowering himself down onto me, bracing his weight with a hand at the side of my head. “What?”
“You’re incredible.”
“Hmmm.” His lips brushed along the side of my neck, sending a shiver of desire through me. “I do what I can.”
My hands slid down his back, savouring the feel of muscle as it rippled and moved under my fingers. His lips moved lower, across my collarbone and kissing his way down my chest. Hooking a finger onto my nightie strap he pulled first one and then the other down exposing my breasts to the warm midsummer night air. His lips grazed both nipples and they immediately turned into hardened nubs for him. His tongue flicked at my nipple, sending soft pulses of pleasure through me, and my fingers dug into his lower back.
“Elijah…” I sighed, closing my eyes and relishing the feel of his lips on me. As his tongue worked my nipples, nipping and flicking them, his hand lowered to my outer thigh. His hand slid up my thigh, grabbed the thin string of my red satin thong and gave it a yank, pulling my panties down.
My eyes sprang open as Elijah’s lips left my nipples and he sat up and stuffed my panties into his pants pocket. “Are you going to give those ones back to me?” I asked, cocking a brow at him. He refused to give me the ones back he took at the convention.
“Probably not.”
I laughed. “Come on Elijah, why not?” Sitting up between his legs my fingers quickly worked his belt and undid the front of his pants.
“Because if we ever break up those panties will make me a fortune on eBay.” He gave me a wry smile. “Don’t suppose there’s a chance you’ll autograph those for me?”
“Ohmygod! You’re horrible!” I playfully attempted to push him away, but he grabbed my wrists and pulled me into him, his lips crashing down on mine. When he released my wrists to thread his fingers into my hair, I dropped my hands to his pants and pushed them down, along with his briefs, exposing his already erect cock to me.
With a few movements, Elijah was out of his pants and tossing them onto the growing pile of clothing. His lips captured mine again, his hands moving down my back and pushing the nightie down my body and leaving me naked. Lacing my fingers behind his neck, I laid back down onto his jacket, pulling him down with me, our lips and tongues continuing to duel.
My body trembled under his and my pussy began to throb with need as he settled between my spread legs. Sliding a hand between us, I grasped his cock and began to stroke his rock solid erection. His groan sent another rush of anticipation through me. The need within me increased as I began to run the head of his cock between my folds. The intention was to tease him, but all it did was increase my own torture.
His lips left mine and he stared down at me, the hunger in his eyes only adding to my need to be filled as I guided his dick to my entrance, one thrust and he’d be… “Sidney. Honey, I –” he groaned,
placing his forehead to my shoulder. “We need to stop, I don’t have anything here. I never thought…”
Elijah lifted his head again and looked down at me, I could see the strain in his expression and feel it in his body covering mine, and ohmygod, it made me need it more. There was no way I could stop this, not now, not when my body was humming with need for him.
“Take me.” I moved against his cock, pressing him into me ever so slightly.
He inhaled sharply. “Sid. Don’t tease. Baby, don’t tempt me.”
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I urged him down to me. “I want you.”
Lowering his lips, he held them less than an inch from mine. “Sid…”
“Please.” I grasped the back of his head and pulled his lips down to mine. As his lips claimed mine, he thrust into me, making me moan against his lips as his shaft stretched me. He remained buried inside of me a moment, just long enough to turn the initial pleasure to torture.
At long last his lips left mine and he looked down at me as he pulled back, until his cock barely breached my entrance and then back in. His thrusts were slow as if he were savouring the feel of me surrounding him, drawing him in. My hands clung to his shoulders as I began to move with him. I attempted to urge him to move faster, fuck me harder, but he refused.
I could see the agony of his restraint in his expression, but I could also see the affection. The affection was so intense while my pussy was throbbing, aching for release, my heart was exploding. This wasn’t sex, he was claiming me, imprinting himself on my soul with each thrust.
Tightening my legs around his waist, I continued to move with him, bucking up against his hips, meeting each of his thrusts. “My god Sid, you feel so fucking good.” He slammed into me harder and I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders and burying my face into his neck as a rush of pleasure shot down my spine. The moment we shared was gone and the feral need for release was becoming too much.
Without warning, Elijah slammed into me and I yelped as he flipped to his back, taking me with him. “Fuck me, Sid.”
I sat straddling his waist a moment, his cock firmly entrenched within me, and met his stare. I could see the strain in his eyes. Holding back was no longer an option for either of us. Placing my hands on his chest, I began to move on him, slowly at first until I began to get a rhythm. I moaned and gasped with each rotation of my hips, each time the head of his dick stroked my inner core.
“Elijah, oh Elijah!” I began moving faster on him as he began working with me, bucking up into me as I slammed down onto his cock. The pleasure was becoming more intense by the second and I was finding my mind growing foggy as I fucked him, all I could focus on was the pleasure, ohmygod, the pleasure. It was so good, too good, I couldn’t stop.
“Sid. Sid, god, I’m going to come.” His hands gripped my hips and he attempted to remove me from him, but I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to, I was cresting the summit and my body needed release.
“Then come,” I gasped, moving faster, slamming down onto him harder. Feeling his cock twitch sent a rush of anticipation through me. I wanted his seed, needed it more than I’d wanted anything else.
He opened his mouth to protest, but all that came out was a deep, feral groan as he bucked up into me and began to unload. The warm blast of cum filling me sent me spiraling over the edge with him and my pussy clenched around his cock, milking him. I cried out, my fingers digging into his chest, making deep crescent shapes in his pecs. I flopped down onto him, gasping as a series of orgasms rocked through my body in sync with the spurts of cum filling me.
After the last of three orgasms subsided I moaned one last time, placing a kiss on his shoulder and closing my eyes. I hadn’t realized how intense and uniting sex could be until that moment. Before this moment, sex was pleasure – a release – but with Elijah, it was an all-encompassing physical, emotional and mental experience. I fell to sleep, lying on him, his member still within me.
~*~*~*~*~
Elijah
“Mmm. What –” Sidney’s eyes slowly opened and she stared down at me. “Where?” Her head perked up and she looked around, taking in our surroundings. “Did we sleep here all night?”
I laughed. “Considering the sun is coming up, it would appear to be the case.” And my back was certainly feeling the pain from being stretched out on the hard sand with Sidney on top of me all night. If I could manage to stand on my own I suspected I’d be hobbling like a senior citizen to get back to the house. I hadn’t the heart to wake her up last night, she’d fallen to sleep so quickly and it had felt too damned good to be so close to her.
“You look bad Elijah. Were you up all night?”
I laughed again; apparently I looked as good as I felt. “More or less.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
I slid a hand into her hair and pulled her lips down to mine. “Because you were exactly where I’d always wanted you to be. I’d be foolish to not savour every second.”
“Crazy man.” Despite her words she smiled. “My handsome fanboy.”
“I’m not a fanboy. And you’re definitely not getting your panties back now.”
She laughed, giving my shoulder a playful swat. “I don’t want to get up,” she grimaced, “but I have to.” She slowly removed herself from my embrace and stood. As suspected, as I started to stand virtually every muscle in my body screamed in protest. I bit back a groan. It would take a masseuse at least an hour to get out all of the kinks in my body. Damn, I’m getting old.
“You all right?” Sidney bent and scooped up our clothing, eyeing me with suspicion.
“Oh yeah. Little stiff, that’s all.”
“Uh-huh. You could have woken me.”
“And give up the chance to stay up all night listening to you snore, forget that.” I gave her a wink and was rewarded with a swat on the arm.
“I don’t snore.”
“Oh yeah, trust me, you do. But I think I prefer the snoring to chronic jimmy legs you have going on most nights.”
She rolled her eyes at me and took my hand as we made our way up the beach and towards the house. “Whiner.”
“Nope, not whining, just stating fact.”
“Hey, just so you know, you’re not the easiest person to sleep with either.”
Grinning, I raised a curious brow at her. “Oh?”
“You talk in your sleep.”
I laughed although my stomach was turning into a big knot. “And what do I say, exactly?”
She laughed. “I think you watch too many horror and action movies. Killing this and that and… you know, crazy stuff.” She cocked her head to the side, eyeing me. “Do you remember any of your dreams?”
“Not a one…” I remembered most. The fact I talked about it in my sleep was disturbing. What if I accidentally said a victim’s – I mean bad person who needed to be put down – name? What if somehow she connected the dots? Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Hey, what’s wrong? They’re just silly dreams.”
Or I could be jumping onto the crazy train and overthinking everything. Just a fucking dream… That’s it. If she wasn’t going to overthink it then why should I?
Chapter 17
Elijah – 1 Month Later
One thing I hated was being rushed, although it seemed to be all I ever was lately. Sidney’s life was damned hectic. I thought I knew how she lived, but I didn’t, not even close. I had a whole new respect for her. It was interview after interview, convention after convention, shooting for the show, shooting for a movie. Auditions. Sometimes I felt we were on a plane heading somewhere more than we were doing anything else, of course now that she knew my real name it made things so much easier, especially booking airline tickets. It was a crazy existence, but she seemed to take it all in stride. If I weren’t working personal security for her, I really don’t know how we’d ever find the time to be together, it’s no wonder so many celebrity couples’ relationships crash and burn.
But I digress.
&n
bsp; There’s a situation I was long past dealing with and it was going to be dealt with right now. Sidney had a late-night shoot that was anticipated to last until 1am. So I had two hours to visit the two men who I should have killed that very first day in the alleyway. Oh well.
Currently, the two sleazeballs were getting wasted, watching some comedy on television with the volume cranked as high as it would go and laughing like hyenas. I knew this because for the past ten minutes I’d been watching them through the side window of would-be rapist number 1’s house, like some perverted peeping tom. Whatever. They were making this easier and easier for me, seriously, they might as well have just tossed signs around their necks saying they were idiots and slit their own throats for me.
Moving around to the back of the house, I lucked out finding a window ajar. California was being baked with summer so everybody, even those in the bad areas, risked having windows open. Pulling out a pocket knife, I sliced through the screen and crawled through, not making a single sound, not that they’d have noticed anyhow.
As I walked through the house towards the living room where they were lounging, I pulled my pistol from its holster, screwing on the silencer. Just as I passed a closet, I heard a light banging sound. What the fuck! I was about to ignore it when the thumping was followed by a low, muffled grunt-like sound. Were these jack-offs keeping a fucking pig in their closet?
My curiosity got the better of me and I slowly opened the closet door and came eye to eye with a naked, bound Asian woman who was lucky to be twenty. Her dark eyes were wide with terror and she screamed against the duct tape that covered her mouth upon seeing me, jerking wildly at the binds that held her wrists and feet in an X position.
What in the fuckity-fuck did these douche fuckers have going on here? This was supposed to be an easy-peasy bullet to the head of a couple of rapists endeavour. I certainly didn’t expect it to be a rescue mission in addition to that. Was she the only girl, or were these disgusting pricks keeping a harem of women in closets all over the house?
