“Better?” he whispers.
I nod afraid to speak. I don’t understand all these new feelings. My need for him to be here. My body craving his touch. I don’t know anything about him except I want him here with me. No I need him here with me. It’s as if I have no choice.
“Are you ready to get started?”
“Yes,” I whisper, “I’m ready.”
We go to the kitchen where the ladies are. I thank them again and show them what I’m keeping and what can go. Just my Mom’s favorite things to use. The ones with happy memories. Choices.
“You can make coffee if you like,” I whisper.
Looking around I see my mother doing various things in her kitchen. My little brother sitting at the breakfast bar laughing as gramps tells a very unfunny joke. Angela and Mary start this room. I move to the living room and show everything I’ll keep from here and it isn’t much. Family photos and certain favorite items of my mom. This was her domain and I still see her.
There’s a knock at the door. Deep goes to answer. It’s the guys he told me about and with them is a complete packing crew. I look at him again and he shrugs. I shake my head as I move from room to room giving instructions. Deep tells everyone to bring me any papers or personal items they find throughout the house. I have them pack up everything in my bedroom.
I walk to the door of my little brother’s room and hesitate, not wanting to go in. I loved him so much. He was my heart. I reach for the door knob. My hand is shaking. I’m alone. Deep stepped away for a phone call. I grasp the knob and turn it, opening the door. I stand in shock. There’s blood on the wall by his bed and his mattress. The sheets were gone but everything else is still here. My eyes dart from place to place. It’s like looking at a frame to frame horror flick. I start screaming and my legs won’t hold me up. Deep is immediately there. So is everyone else. The women gasp and turn away. Deep lifts me and carries me from the room. Someone closes the door on the horror. He quickly carries me out to his truck.
“You’re done for today. I’ll get a cleaning crew to take care of everything. My people have a gist of what you want and they’ll do it. All personal items will be packed and bought to you to go through. If they aren’t sure they will still bring it to you. Everything else will be taken to the warehouse for the estate sale.”
“Why are you helping me?” I whisper as I look in his eyes, “Who are you? I mean I know your name and my Uncle trust you, but nothing else”
“I’m the man you will marry.”
“Huh?” I whisper shocked, “What did you say?”
He looks me in the eye.
“I am the man you will marry. I find myself in a predicament. From the first time I saw you sitting on the bench crying my heart was filled. When I looked into your beautiful face I knew. I’m not crazy or a stalker. I will give you time to know me. I didn’t want to do this now. I wanted you to be able to breathe. I own Pattinson’s World Enterprise. My main residence is in Baltimore.”
I set staring at him with my mouth open slightly.
“I own the office building your Uncle’s office is in. He was a friend of my father's too. My offices are on the top three floors of that building.”
“Why did you say you’re the man I’m going to marry?” I ask slowly, “Was it to shock me into not crying anymore?”
“No I said it because it’s the truth,” he replies very seriously.
I look at him because I am afraid of what I feel. I am really attracted to him but I don’t know him and he doesn’t know me. This is too weird to comprehend now.
“I have to go,” I say quietly, “Thank you for all your help but I need to go.”
I slide to the other side of the SUV and get out. He lets me go. I get in my car and pull off. Tears are running down my cheeks. I drive back to the Inn and practically run to my room.
I curl up on the bed and cry myself to sleep. When I wake I’ve made a decision. I’m going to Ireland as soon as possible. I need space. Uncle can sell the house as is. I don’t care. I’m not going back to it.
It’s around six in the evening when I walk to the sitting room and call the airlines. I reserve a seat for the following morning and pack my clothes leaving out jeans, tee shirt, socks, jacket and underclothes with my converses. Traveling clothes.
I call down and order a salad with a bottle of Petron and lemons. I go to the bathroom and start the water in the tub, pouring in the complimentary bath oil. It smells heavenly. I light candles trying to set a relaxing mood. Room service arrives with my order. I turn on soft music and eat a little of the salad with two glasses of wine. Followed by two shots of Petron. I’m not a drinker but tonight I think I need it. My roommate does this when she has a bad breakup. It puts her out for the night. I take the bottle of Petron and my third glass of wine and go into the bathroom. I strip and sink into the tub. I finish the wine and pour another Petron which leaves me feeling really good and very, very tipsy. I’m trying to forget everything.
I close my eyes and I dream of Deep. His gorgeous face and his bulging biceps in that black t-shirt and jeans. I moan his name. My hands roam my body. I let one slide across my breast and down between my legs. My other hand rubs and pulls my nipples.
“Deep,” I moan louder.
“Yeah baby,” I hear whispered back. I know it can’t be him because I’m alone.
I slowly open my eyes. They’re heavy with desire and alcohol. I don’t see anyone.
“I was hoping you were here,” I whisper, “I need you.”
“Me too,” he replies gruffly. I’m still rubbing my body.
“Wanna join me?” It’s a dream I can be as bold as I want.
“Baby you sure?” he asks softly.
I rub my breast and arch my back as my hand slides back down to my mound, lightly rubbing my nub.
“Yes, I need you, please?” I whisper breathlessly, “Please make love to me.”
I slowly close my eyes. Soon I imagine his hands on me. It feels so real. I open my eyes, I’m still alone. I close my eyes and it feels as if he’s lifting me from the tub. I wrap my arms around his neck. He’s nude. My breasts are pressed against his bare chest. He carries me to the bed where he gently lays me down. I smile. Don’t know how I staggered here but glad I did. I’m too tired and lightheaded to try and figure it out. I smile and go back to my dream.
I feel his lips on me. Trailing kisses down my neck to my breast. I moan deeply. He slides one of my breasts into his mouth. I gasp as I arch my back lifting my breast up for easier access. He slides his mouth to the other breast as his hands slide all over my body. He slowly slides one hand down to the apex between my thighs and gently glides it over my nub. All my stomach muscles clinch as I arch off the bed even higher. I moan, “Please, now.”
“Baby, slow down. I want you to enjoy every second and you will. You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispers gruffly as his mouth follows his hands to my mound. He gently pulls my legs farther apart. I feel his breath first. I tremble. His tongue gently strokes and flicks my nub, slowly sucking it into his mouth. He sucks and swirls his tongue around my nub before slowly sliding it into me. I convulse. My stomach trembles and the muscles tighten. Slowly he swirls and strokes his tongue in my vagina. I get a strange sensation that comes from deep within me. I’m soaking wet. My body has a mind of its own as I slowly grind on his mouth. I’m not trying to but it just happens. It seems to crave more. Deep wraps his hands around each of my thighs and pulls my legs open wider as he pulls me to him and sucks deep. His tongue slides in and out of my mound slowly massaging inside my hot, moist walls. He nips at my nub and sucks it hard. My stomach muscles get a lot tighter as my back arches high off the bed. I see flashes of bright light as my eyes close and roll back in my head. I shudder and scream his name. It feels as if I’m free falling for a long time. He continues to suck as I start to relax. He rises from between my legs and slowly kisses his way back to my breast letting his fingertips glide up my body. He nuzzles and sucks each very sensit
ive breast. My entire body is one sensitive nerve. His mouth reaches mine and he kisses me deeply. Tasting salty and good. I run my fingers through his hair and down his back pulling him close as I kiss his neck and chest. I run my tongue across his throat. I get bold and run my tongue across his lips and he opens them and sucks my tongue inside. He devours my mouth. Holding me tightly. He eases back and rises above me. I open my eyes and look into his.
“I trust you,” I whisper, “take all you need of me. I belong to you.”
He blinks and closes his eyes for a second. He opens them and I see pure raw desire. It feels so real but it has to be a dream. His eyes darken with passion and hooded desire.
“I need you to take me now. My body is on fire.”
This is the best damn dream I ever had. He slowly eases in. “Now this feels really real,” I think to myself. Then he slams into me and I feel something tear and I scream. He stops cold. I open my eyes.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asks gruffly.
“No, I’m okay. Please don’t stop,” I whisper breathlessly and wiggle.
“Please baby, be still.”
“No,” I whisper, “take me, make me yours.” This is my choice.
I wiggle again. He starts a slow steady stroke. He leans down and kisses me. Taking all he wants from my mouth and my body. His strokes get faster and he swells even more inside me. I lose control as I meet him stroke for stroke. We are one. My walls tightens around his shaft as I feel that tight pull from deep inside and everything gets blurry. Deep’s strokes are pounding into me and I explode. Tears are running from my eyes but not from pain. From pure pleasure. I didn’t know I would feel this way. Deep takes one final deep stroke as he bites me gently and follows me over the edge to soar.
“Thank you for that,” I whisper, “I already love you.” I doze off from extreme satisfaction and a lot to much alcohol.
“Damn that was an awesome dream,” I say aloud as I wake up, “I must’ve really been ripped.”
My body feels sore for some unknown reason but oddly relaxed. As I toss the covers off and get up to go shower I see blood on the sheets. I look at my arms and legs for any injuries, there’s blood on my thighs. I sink back on the bed. Stunned. “It wasn’t a dream. How was I stupid enough to think all that was a dream? Where is he?”
I look around the suite. I see his watch on the dresser. I wrap the sheet around me and walk over to it, picking it up and holding it. It’s a strong, very masculine watch. It’s him. It’s as beautiful as he is and as real as last night. I look at myself in the mirror. I look the same except there is a bite mark on my shoulder. He branded me. In more ways than one really. I take a shower, get dressed and call down for them to come get my luggage. I put his watch on and I walk out the door. My choice to leave.
D.E.E.P
“Glad that’s over,” I mutter to Jim my driver and personal security. “Did it go well sir?” Jim asks. We are more than just boss and employee. Jim has been with me from the start. I hired him as part of my security team for my new firm ten years ago. I tried to break him from the sir shit but he continues. He says it is a sign of his deep and unfaltering respect for me. So I leave it alone.
“Yes it did. I acquired the hotel chain. Now the real work begins.” We pull into the parking lot of my building. Jim will let me out and go into the parking garage. I need to see Nigel. His offices are located on the first floor.
“Hello Nigel,” I mutter as I enter his office, “I just closed the deal and after I take a few weeks off I’ll be busy nonstop for the next year.”
“Yes I know,” Nigel replies, “But you said you wanted a new project. Deep you have mastered everything you’ve touched. I do wish you would do me one favor before you put away your detective hat for good. I really need to know who killed my friend and almost all of his family. I need to know that his daughter is safe. The home invasion theory doesn’t sit well with me and you said the same.”
“I know but this last one took a lot out of me. Let me think about it this week while I get settle into my beach house and I’ll get back with you. Alright?”
“I’ll take it. I hope you change your mind.”
“We’ll see.” We shake hands and I walk out. I decide to walk in the garden by the building before I go up and get started. I need to clear my mind. Me and my team tracked down the kidnappers and killers of a twelve year old girl and sixteen year old boy because their dad had some deal go bad. We got to them a few hours too late. What I did to the kidnappers can’t be spoken about but I did it for the grandparents who needed my help.
I hear someone crying. I walk around the hedge and sitting on the bench is a young woman, head bowed, hand to her chest, with long gorgeous black hair and gorgeous legs that go on for days. My heart rate increases instantly. It feels as if it may beat out of my chest. “What the fuck?”
I talk a calming breath before speaking.
“Hey, are you alright?”
She nods but doesn’t look up.
“Are you sure?” I ask quietly.
She lifts her head and my heart stops. She is gorgeous. She has the deepest blue eyes set perfectly in her face. Beautiful kissable lips, perfect pert nose and everything is in perfect proportions. “I’m fine,” she whispers in a voice that sounds like an angel. It is instantly very calming and soothing to me.
“Why are you crying?” I ask gently as I pull out my handkerchief and hand it to her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers as she takes the handkerchief, “I’m just tired. I need to get back inside before I miss my appointment. Thank you.”
Before I can say anything she starts to stand and I reach out touching her arm and a surge charges through me. She stumbles back. I grab her before she can fall and the feeling intensifies. I have to snatch my hand back after she’s steady again or I will pull her in my arms and kiss her until whatever made her cry disappears.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, “I didn’t mean to shock you.”
“No problem, I could have shocked you.” In more ways than one.
She stares at me for a brief moment.
“Th-thank you for your concern,” she stutters, “I have to go in.”
“You’re welcome. Anytime.” And I mean anytime.
Her body is made for sin. Her legs are beautiful and go on for days in that little white skirt she’s wearing. Her face would have you kill your neighbor if he looked at her wrong and her voice gives you an instant hard on.
She rushes back inside the building but looks back twice as I stand watching her. What a view. I frown at the thoughts I have from this chance encounter. I’m supposed to be taking it slow. Not rushing into anything. But something in me knows she’s the one.
I walk down to the pond and think about my life. I started out very poor from the Bronx. I went in the service at the age of eighteen with plans for making a career but after eight years I got out. My mom and dad were killed while I was away protecting someone else’s country and family. I made it to the Special Forces in two years. When I got out some of the guys I worked with were retiring or getting out because they were just plain frustrated with different situations. We formed a special bounty hunter force. Taking jobs no one else wanted. I took the money I made and started my company, Pattinson’s World Enterprises. This way we could have legit businesses. It seems I have the golden touch. Through the years I’ve made us all very rich men. We still do what we started but now we pick and choose. A couple of the older guys, Larry and Henry from the team, have retired with their families. It’s still six of us. Myself, Deacon, Dennis, John, Angel, and Lou. We’re like brothers and are all around the same age. Everyone has offices in the building and are equal partners with me. We are all billionaires in our on right now. Deacon, Angel and I are the only ones single. Like brothers, we talk about how we are all looking for the one. I’m tired of the models and daddy’s little rich bitches. Everyone after my money, but never trying to know me. Sherry was the last and the worst. We fucked may
be three times and she thought I was supposed to marry her. I didn’t know her. From the first time we were alone she sucked my dick. Hell any man wants a blow job without attachments sometimes. I fucked her twice after that. We didn’t fit. Told her. She flipped out. Now I decided to take it slow for a while. I want a family and someone who I crave like air and they feel the same for me. As I head back to the building I see my future standing near a tree. She suddenly drops down to a stoop and the most heart rending sob comes from her. It tears me up inside. I quickly go to her.
Hey,” I whisper, “Don’t say you’re fine because you’re not.”
She looks up at me and the sobs come from deep inside. It’s heartbreaking. I stoop down and touch her hand. This seems to make her cry even harder. I want to hold and assure her it will all be okay. I got her now.
I stand and lift her. I sit on the bench with her in my lap as I stroke her back and tell her it’ll be okay. And it will be. I’d move heaven and hell to make sure of it. I tell her I’m here now and I’ve got her.
Suddenly she slides her arms around my neck and cries herself out. When she calms down I think it’s time to introduce myself.
“I’m Deep, Drakon Eugene Edward Pattinson,” I say softly, “and you are?”
“Emily Michelle Barton or Em,” she whispers through hiccups, “Thank you for your shoulder.”
I look into her face and she smiles shyly as she tries to stand. That smile lights my world. My arms momentarily tighten around her. I don’t want to let her go but I do and she moves to the bench beside me. I can still feel her in my lap.
“You’re welcome Em, anytime.”
She looks nervous. I want to help her.
“Why are you crying?”
She tells me how her family was killed and she has to go to her parents’ house and go through their personal things and make choices on what to keep and what to get rid of and how she dreads this.
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