by B. B. Hamel
The living room was empty, and Cole was stalking across the place toward the bedroom.
“Marla, open up,” he called out. “Don’t make me break this door.”
There was no sound from the bedroom.
“Cole,” I said nervously, “I’m pretty sure we just broke into this girl’s apartment.
“Nah. She opened the door.”
“That doesn’t mean we can just barge in and smash whatever we want.”
“Sure it does.”
Without another word, he kicked the door just above the handle. It buckled but didn’t break. He kicked again and it burst inward, the frame splintering slightly.
We charged inside. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I was pretty positive we were going to end up in jail for a very long time for this, but it was too exciting and Cole was too magnetic for me to turn around and stop.
The bedroom was neat, similar to the living room. I noticed her desk had a laptop plus a nice camera and another smaller camera.
“Fuck,” Cole said.
He charged across the room, and I noticed that her window was wide open.
“She went out the fire escape,” he yelled.
I opened my mouth to stop him, but he was already jumping out and climbing down.
“Marla!” I heard him shout. “Stop!”
I ran to the window and saw him running down. The rickety stairs were practically tearing away from the wall, and I was waiting for the whole thing to go crashing down. Marla was halfway to the bottom.
“I’ll go around front!” I yelled, and I turned and sprinted back through her bedroom. I tore down the hallway, my head buzzing with excitement, and dove into the staircase. I didn’t think I had ever ran down steps so fast. I took them practically four at a time, flying down the landings, and burst out into the bottom floor hallway.
I shoved through the front door and ran out front.
Nobody was there.
“Cole!” I yelled. “Where are you?”
I moved toward the side of the building with the fire escape. I jogged, worried they had both gotten away already.
Suddenly something bowled into me head-first.
I didn’t have time to say anything, because we went down together in a tangle of limbs. Whatever hit me immediately began to struggle and try to scramble to its feet.
“Stop her!” I heard Cole’s voice and realized that Marla was the one trying to untangle herself from my limbs.
Without thinking, I wrapped my arms and legs around her and pinned her down.
“Ah! Fuck!” she yelled, trying to get away. “Help me!”
“Stop, Marla,” I grunted at her, working hard to keep her still.
A few seconds later, I felt a pair of strong hands grab Marla and lift her up into the air.
“Let me go, you prick!” Marla screamed.
I stood up slowly, catching my breath. I ached in a hundred places, but I was okay otherwise.
“You good?” Cole asked me, holding Marla while she struggled.
“I’m good.”
There wasn’t anybody around, which was damn lucky, because I was pretty sure it looked like we were abducting the poor girl. Actually, was that what we were doing?
“Cole, let’s go into the alley.”
He nodded and carried Marla back toward the fire escape and away from the sidewalk.
We stopped near some dumpsters.
“Can I put you down?” Cole asked Marla.
She sighed and went limp. “Fine.”
He let her down softly. She looked like she wanted to bolt but thought better of it.
“Well?” Cole asked.
“It wasn’t my idea!” she said instantly, her eyes wide.
He gave me a look and I shook my head. “What wasn’t, Marla?” I asked her.
“The pictures.”
Cole looked smug, and I felt my heart skip a beat. “You took them?” he asked.
“Of you two kissing, yeah,” she said. “Isn’t that why you’re here?”
“It is,” Cole said, “but we weren’t sure you actually did it.”
“Shit,” she said.
“Where are they, Marla?” I asked her.
“I don’t know.”
“You know this shit can ruin my whole family’s life, right?” Cole growled at her. “I don’t like when people fuck with my family.”
“I know,” she said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know who they were when I took the job.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked her. “Who hired you?”
She held up her hands. “Look, she said it was just a normal job. I take a few pictures of the rich San Fran elite, I get paid like normal.”
“So why are you afraid, then?” Cole asked. “You seem to know about the blackmail.”
Marla nodded. “I overheard her on the phone after I made the drop. I didn’t mean to. I went into the bathroom and she just made the call. I guess she forgot I was listening?”
“What did she say?
“Just that they were going to send the letter soon and now that they had pictures, they could finally destroy your family, or whatever. I put two and two together.”
“Who is she, Marla?” Cole cut in.
Marla cocked her head. “You really don’t know?”
“Tell us,” he growled.
“I don’t know her name,” Marla said quickly, “and I don’t know who she’s working with, but I’ve seen her hovering around Mrs. Redson. A little shrill, blond, stuck up.”
My heart nearly stopped. I looked at Cole. “Madison.”
He looked like he had come to the same conclusion.
“Yeah. Her assistant, I think,” Marla said.
“Are you sure about that?” Cole asked.
“Man, it’s my job to know these people. That’s why I get paid so much.” She looked afraid, and she went on quickly. “But I don’t do blackmail. You have to believe me! I’ve been hiding out ever since I found out what they were doing.”
Cole stared at her seriously for a second, and I put my hand on his arm.
“Cole,” I said softly, “I think she’s telling the truth.”
He nodded slowly. “She better be,” he growled. “Or else I’ll be back.”
Marla squeaked. “I’m not lying!”
Cole stepped away, moving back toward the sidewalk. Marla relaxed visibly, clearly scared shitless of Cole. I didn’t blame her; Cole could be terrifying, all muscle and intensity. I was even a little frightened of him at the moment even though I knew he would never hurt me.
“Listen, Marla,” I said softly, “do you know anything else that can help us?”
“No. I’m sorry. I don’t even know who she works with.”
“Okay.” I sighed. “We’re sorry about the doors, and about chasing you.”
“So, uh, you’re not going to call the cops on me?”
I choked back the desire to laugh as I realized that Marla thought we were going to have her arrested. She was probably terrified that she was going to get caught up in a blackmail case, and she probably thought she was going to go to jail for it.
“No,” I said. “You’re fine. Just lie low for a little while, okay?”
“Sure, yeah. I can do that.”
“Thanks, Marla.”
She nodded like a frightened squirrel. I smiled at her gently and then turned and walked away.
My mind was buzzing with all of this. I found Cole standing against the car, shaking his head and grinning at me.
“I can’t believe that worked,” he said.
I gaped at him. That arrogant bastard! “You mean you weren’t sure,” I said, incredulously.
“Hell no,” he replied. “We broke into that girl’s apartment. That shit’s insane.”
“Isn’t that what you did to the paparazzi guy?”
“He’s different. He’s a professional. Probably gets that all the time. This is some normal-ass girl we’re talking about.”
“Fortunately
for us, she thinks she’s in trouble for the blackmail stuff. So I think we’re calling it even.”
Cole grunted and nodded. I leaned up against the car next to him.
“Your mom’s assistant,” I said softly.
“Can’t say I’m surprised.”
“Why?”
“She’s Cindy Redson. She hires the most intense and ruthless people she can find.” He looked at me and grinned. “You know, people just like her.”
I laughed as we climbed back into the car. The nightmare wasn’t over, but we knew who it was.
There was a lot more work to do, and a bunch of divorce papers I still needed signed, despite all the insanity that had distracted me from that.
But for the first time since we had gotten the blackmail letter, I felt confident. I felt safe.
Because Cole was driving.
14
Cole
I followed Alexa back into the house, my mind a rush of anger.
The more I thought about it, the more it bothered me. At first it almost seemed funny, but it was definitely anything but. Of all the people I thought it might be, I never would have expected one of my mother’s employees. True, she tended to hire pretty intense and ruthless humans, but I never thought they’d go after their boss’s children.
That took a particularly fucked up asshole. Unfortunately, I never paid my mother’s business one bit of attention, so I didn’t know a thing about this assistant. But if I had to guess, she would probably be just like a miniature version of Cindy, except young and ambitious.
Maybe she thought that blackmailing the two of us could somehow lead to her advancement in the company. Or maybe she just wanted the money and would quit once she got it.
But none of that made sense. She was only asking for a few thousand dollars and nothing more. She could have planned to push for more money, but why not go for a higher number from the start?
It just made no damn sense. I knew I was missing something, and it was right out of my grasp. I was so close to it and yet so damn far away.
I was pissed. I knew I wasn’t in a good place to mess around with Alexa, and so instead of following her upstairs, I went down into the basement to do another workout.
I settled right into my workout routine as soon as I got down there, not wasting any time. The whole blackmail thing, along with wanting to fuck my stepsister slash wife more than anything else, were all combining to keep my mind off my game. And I needed my mind on fighting now more than ever.
If I was going to fight Trent and win, I couldn’t have any distractions. It was the most dangerous fight of my life, and one single slip would ruin it for me. But it wasn’t like I could just turn my back on Alexa, even if I was that type of shithead. Despite everything about me, I kept thinking about being married to her.
I didn’t think it would matter, not at first. It was just a stupid game, after all, a way to fuck with my frustratingly hot stepsister. But as the days wore on and we got further and further tangled together, I found myself liking that we were married. Not in some lame, lovey-dovey, pathetic way, but it made our bond that much stronger. I didn’t want a wife or a real marriage, but whatever we had going on made our bond a little bit more interesting, more exciting.
I had worked up a decent sweat by the time Alexa came down the steps. She stood against the wall with her arms crossed, staring at me. Eventually I stopped my reps, taking a drink of water. She was wearing a thin white T-shirt, and I could have sworn I saw her nipples poking out slightly underneath the cotton fabric.
“Wife,” I said to her. “What can I do for you?”
“Just wondering how you were doing.”
“I’m fine.”
She nodded, looking away. “Crazy day.”
“You’re not kidding.”
“We broke into some girl’s apartment. Almost got her killed chasing her down a fire escape.”
I laughed, smirking at her. She could be so damn shy sometimes, avoiding looking at me. Just to mess with her, I decided to peel my slightly damn shirt off and toss it aside. Her eyes widened ever so slightly.
There you go, sis, I thought to myself. Get a good look.
“Actually, it was me that almost got killed,” I said.
“Whatever. I told you not to follow her.”
“I distinctly remember you encouraging it all.”
“That’s definitely not true.”
I shook my head, grinning at her as I walked closer. “I’m pretty sure you were rooting me on, practically cheering.”
“Put your shirt back on,” she mumbled.
I stopped less than a foot away from her. “Why? What do you care?”
“I don’t. And I wasn’t cheering you on. I was afraid you were going to kill the poor girl.”
I shook my head. “What kind of psycho do you think I am?”
“The kind that kicks in doors?”
“Okay. Fair enough. But I don’t hurt girls, and I’m not going to say that again.”
I moved even closer to her, feeling my cock straining against my shorts. Her breath came deep, and I stared as her tits lifted up along with her chest. There was definitely a hint of nipples, and I was positive she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Okay, fine,” she said. “You don’t hurt girls. I get it.”
“Look at this,” I said, stopping inches away. “Are you trying to tempt me?”
“What?” she asked, confused.
“You come down here all innocent, acting like you want to chat, when really you’re not wearing a bra, and I bet you’re not wearing panties.”
“I am too wearing panties,” she said defensively.
“But no bra. Look at that.”
Not thinking, I reached up and took a handful of her hair, tipping her head back, my body close enough to graze hers.
“Cole,” she gasped. “Our parents.”
“Gone for the weekend. You know that.” I reached up and cupped one full breast, feeling her hard nipple.
She gasped and let out a low moan.
“I knew it,” I said. “You didn’t come down here to talk. You came down here to get fucked.”
“No,” she said.
My lips gently grazed her neck, and I felt a thrill run though my body. My cock was screaming to break free of my shorts, and every fiber of my being wanted to throw her to the ground and fuck her brains out.
But not yet.
“Okay then,” I whispered as my lips moved up her neck and toward her ear. “Why are you moaning like all you want is my thick cock between your legs?”
“I’m not,” she replied, and I laughed.
“You are. All I need to do is touch you and you’re practically shaking.” My hand that was cupping her tits slowly slid down her front, slipping down her tiny cotton shorts.
I nearly laughed out loud.
“You little slut,” I whispered into her ear. “You really aren’t wearing panties.”
I began to touch her soaked clit, rolling it in circles.
“Shit, Cole,” she gasped. “Okay, I’m not wearing panties.”
“You want it. Say you want me to fuck you right here.”
“No. I won’t.”
“You won’t say it? But you want it. I can tell by the way you’re panting, by how fucking slick your pussy is already.”
I began to kiss her neck softly as I worked her clit.
“Just a mistake,” she managed to say between moans. “Confused. Excited from earlier.”
“You’re certainly excited, but I think it’s because of me. You want me to fuck you deep and rough right here on the floor. And believe me, Alex, I’ve been thinking about this tight fucking pussy of yours every single day.”
As I spoke to her softly in her ear, I stroked my fingers in and out of her soaked pussy, loving the feeling of her tight cunt and slick juices. I rolled up along her clit and back inside her, causing her muscles to tense and writhe.
“I want to feel those lips wrap around my cock like back
in the dressing room. But this time I won’t come in that pretty mouth.”
I rolled my fingers and she gasped my name, driving me fucking crazy.
“I’ll spread your legs nice and wide, turn you around, take your hips, and slip my thick cock deep inside you. I’ll tell you how badly you need my cock as I fuck you rough and slow.”
She grasped on to my biceps as I began to stroke her with my fingers, sliding in and out, working her a bit faster, a bit harder. Her breath was coming in ragged and deep, soft moans escaping her lips, and the tension between us was like a fucking atom bomb.
“And as you back your little pussy back up along my hard shaft, sliding your slick little cunt up and down my length, I’ll pull your hair until you scream my name and beg me to let you come.”
I could feel a shiver run through her as I focused on her clit, rolling and running my rough fingers around her spot. “Cole,” she moaned.
“Is that what you want?” I whispered.
“Fuck. Cole. I’m so close,” she gasped.
And then I stopped, pulling my fingers from her shorts.
She stared at me like I had just murdered a puppy. “Don’t stop!”
I put one finger in my mouth, tasting her, and smirked. “Say you want me to fuck you.”
She pushed my chest. “No way.”
I laughed, coming back against her, smashing my body against hers. She gasped as she felt my hard cock press against her soaking spot.
“Say it,” I whispered in her ear.
“Fuck me,” she whispered back.
Without another word, I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her into the air. I practically carried her over to the soft exercise mat I had cleaned a few hours earlier but hadn’t used yet. I laid her down and pulled off her shorts, diving my face down between her legs.
She moaned loudly and freely as I ate her delicious little pussy, my tongue and teeth working her soaked spot. I reached up and grabbed her breasts as I pushed my tongue inside her pussy, rolling up along her clit and back down.
As I got her to the point where she couldn’t make words anymore, I pulled back. She came up at me and threw her body at me, pinning me down to the ground, grinding her soaked pussy against my hard dick. She kissed me hard, her tongue furious in my mouth, and I kissed her back. She reached down and slipped her hand under my shorts, grabbing my cock and slowly rolling her hand down my length.
