Lose Control (Firebacks Book 3)

by Linda Verji

  The exhaustion was gone out of Chryssa voice as she smiled, “That’s all I needed.”

  Hanna didn’t have time to decipher her words because the next second she was flipped off of her feet with a swift kick to her legs. Her knees buckled as she went down with a thud. Crippling pain shot through her as her knees met the hard floor.

  As Hanna fell, Chryssa rose to her feet.

  As she stood, Chryssa threw another swift kick at Hanna. This one had much more power behind it. Hanna groaned as Chryssa’s foot connected with her jaw. She slumped to the ground on her stomach. Unwilling to go down because she was a Simms, Hanna turned onto her back preparing to sit up and fight again. But Chryssa was prepared.

  She stepped on Hanna’s throat, exerting pressure on the tendons there. Her voice was firm as she ordered, “Stay down.”

  Hanna tried to turn but the foot on her throat was too firmly pressed on her skin. Turning only cut off her air supply. Finally she surrendered. Chryssa had won. Humiliated, Hanna nodded.

  Confident that Hanna was going nowhere, Chryssa dug into the pocket of her pants. Out came a recorder, brand new from the way the silver glinted her hand. Humiliation was replaced by shock then horror as Hanna realized that the tiny screen was blinking with green light. The recorder was on.

  It had been on the whole time.

  Chryssa didn’t even need to explain the plan to her. It was a strategy Hanna herself had used a lot of times. Lull the person into a sense of security and then strike while they were still celebrating. She’d let Hanna win the scuffle so she could hang herself with her own confession.

  Hanna couldn’t believe that she’d been fooled like that.

  “Yup! You’re that stupid.” Chryssa chuckled as she switched it off. “I think we can call security now, don’t you?”

  They both knew who security was going to drag out of Harrington Shultz.

  And it wasn’t the bitch everyone thought was crazy.

  CHAPTER 38

  Two Months Later

  “I can’t believe this,” Zain complained

  “She’s just playing with us.” Tasha said, but her voice was tinged with the same disbelief that clouded Zain’s voice. “Chrys are you serious right now?”

  “As a heart attack.” Chryssa nodded. Judging from the red Fireback football jersey pinned on the wall above the bed behind them, Chryssa assumed that two were in Zain’s bedroom. Chryssa started laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” Tasha asked.

  “It’s true. The camera does add ten pounds.” She chuckled. “You bitches look like the Teletubbies.”

  “Look who’s talking.” Zain kissed her teeth. “Your face looks like you stuffed twenty tacos in your cheeks.”

  “At least I’m having a baby.” Chryssa snapped, but it was more in amusement than in actual anger. “What’s your excuse Fatso?”

  “I’m going to kill her.” Zain smacked her hand against the screen. “I’m going to reach through this screen and kill this bitch.”

  “You can try.” Chryssa chuckled knowing that she was both virtually and physically untouchable considering that she was miles away somewhere over the Atlantic sea in Kian’s jet.

  The Harper jet was built for comfort, its curving lines disguising the fact that they were in a jet and not a real house. If it wasn’t for the clouds, visible through the windows on the side, gliding by she would’ve forgotten it all together.

  The lounge where she was seated had been designed in shades of silver and grey with luxurious carpeting running from wall to wall. The two love seats, one of which she occupied faced each other with a widescreen TV on the side. To the other side were four white leather seats fitted with seatbelts. To the front was the pilot’s cabin while at the back there was the kitchen along with two bedrooms.

  “Girls. Girls. Back to the matter at hand.” Tasha laughed interrupting the feuding. “Seriously though Chrys, you need to come back. Venice can wait ‘til after the party.”

  “But I want to attend the city’s Fashion Week.” Chryssa pouted.

  “Naw stop being so nice to her, Tasha.” Zain said. “Quit playing. I threw in ten grand for this engagement party so your ass better be in New York in four days time or I’m coming for you.”

  “I told you fools I didn’t want any engagement party?”

  “You know we never listen to you.” Tasha kissed her teeth, “If you don’t come back on your own I’m going tell my fiancé to make the pilot turn.”

  “Ooooooh Snap!” Zain laughed. “Miss Goody Goody went there.”

  “You can try.” Chryssa shrugged. “But your man owes me for getting him his son. If you want to pay me in money instead of jet rides, that’s cool. Tell him I don’t come cheap. Checkmate.”

  “Chrysssssa,” Zain and Tasha whined.

  Chryssa only chuckled as her friends tried to convince her to come back home. After this last episode she’d finally gathered the courage to tell them that she was bipolar. The only person who’d been really shocked was Aaron. Tasha had already figured out something was wrong, probably because of the four of them she was the most intuitive.

  “I’ll talk to him.” Chryssa promised finally surrendering to their demands that she come home.

  With her concession, the tone of the conversation shifted. Tasha asked, “Is he still mad at you?”

  After Hanna had been dragged out of Harrington Shultz, Chryssa had called Eli only to find that he was combing the city looking for her. He was P-I-S-S-E-D. He was mad at everyone; Hanna and Dr. Stiles for playing with Chryssa’s life and Chryssa for endangering their baby’s life by running away and then getting into a fight.

  After picking her up, he’d driven directly to Chesley Memorial to get her checked up. All the way there, he was silent even as Chryssa kept apologizing. Her protests that she hadn’t intended to get into a real fight, only to record Hanna, had been met with only his raised eyebrow and a muttered, “What did you think she was going to do? Put out her hands for you to put handcuffs.” Her excuses that she was sick and wasn’t thinking straight had only earned her a raised eyebrow.

  Lord! That man was such a hard ass.

  “He’s coming around.” Chryssa smiled remembering the numerous ‘apology’ sessions they’d had since they left New York. So good was her apology it had led to Eli proposing to her in their hotel room in Rio de Janeiro – well more like he’d shoved a ring at her and told her she was marrying him. It wasn’t the most creative proposal, but she did like it when he went all alpha male on her. Right now he was in one of the jet’s bedrooms, sleeping off another vigorous ‘apology’ session.

  “There you go.” Zain laughed seeing Chryssa’s dreamy expression. “Put it down on your man like a superstar.”

  “Girl, you know I’m riding that dick like it’s his birthday.”

  “Ewww, You’re both disgusting.” Tasha protested wrinkling her nose.

  “All right Miss Bourgie.” Chryssa sat up. “I’mma just go and get disgusting with my man so if you’ll excuse me…”

  “Wait. Let me see my god-son first before you go,” Tasha said.

  Chryssa’s latest ultra-sound had revealed that she was having a boy. She hadn’t known Eli was superstitious until he absolutely refused to have the names conversation. Apparently it would jinx their baby.

  “Okay,” Leveling the laptop slightly away from her body and tucking her black maxi dress underneath her belly Chryssa showed her friends her bump. She hadn’t quite been showing until about a month ago when suddenly it’d seemed her stomach was on steroids.

  After the appropriate oohing and aahing over her bump, she bid her friends goodbye then signed off. Tucking the laptop into one of the drawers, Chryssa stood up and walked to the room. Eli was exactly where she’d left him before she went to talk to her friends on the bed, deep asleep. He’d pushed the covers to his waist, naked chest gleaming and arm thrown over his eyes as he slept.

  Chryssa shimmied out of her dress. The fabric barely rustled as
she let it fall to the ground leaving her completely naked. She padded to the bed, pealing off the covers slightly before getting into the bed next to Eli. She shifted closer to him settling her head on his shoulder and her palm on his heart. Soon she drifted into sleep too.

  When next she woke up, she had turned onto her side facing away from the door. However what had her attention was the soft breath whispering against her shoulder, the warm muscular body that was pressed against her back and the foreign hand cradling her tummy. For a moment she was disoriented as she tried to figure out where she was till he said, “Are you awake, baby?”

  “No,” she muttered as she closed her eyes again. His dick jumped against her ass when she shifted slightly. She added, “…and that better be a gun in your pocket.”

  “You’re awake,” he insisted as he kissed her shoulder. He trailed his hand, large and firm, up her body till it cupped her breast as he wheedled, “Come play with me.”

  “Get a doll,” she ordered though she did nothing to push his hand away. If anything she arched her body closer to his until they were practically plastered together from shoulder to toe when he massaged her breasts.

  “You’re my doll.” He nipped and tongued her neck while his hand continued to wreak havoc on her body. With her pregnancy, her breasts’ sensitivity to his touch had increased to the point where the slightest glance of his hand was enough to send sparks through her body. She moaned as he rolled a nipple in his fingers before lightly pinching it.

  “Eli,” she whimpered as she separated her thighs slightly allowing him to tuck his dick into the space between. They both groaned as their flesh came into contact, the crown of him of tapping against her opening.

  Chryssa rubbed herself against him coating him with her wetness as his rod brush against her already awakened bundle of nerves. Obviously he couldn’t stand the temptation either because she was suddenly shifted to her back.

  She came face to face with him looming over her.

  His expression on his face was serious as he looked down at her. His eyes trailed down her body before rising back up to meet hers. He looked almost – angry and when he finally spoke, his voice was deep and dark, “I could have lost you.”

  “No, you wouldn’t.” She smiled trying to ease the tension. “I’m Chryssa Williams. You know I wouldn’t go down just like that.”

  “I could’ve lost you.” He repeated almost as if to himself. She still couldn’t believe how he’d come to the conclusion that her attempted suicide was his fault. No matter how much she tried to explain that he wasn’t the problem and that she’d been successfully living alone before he came with only few glitches, he could never seem to let it go.

  She was half afraid he was never going to let her out of his sight again – which didn’t work for her. Chryssa valued her independence. Just because she had a disorder didn’t mean she was suddenly incapacitated. Already she could see conflict in their future concerning his over-protectiveness.

  But that was the future and this was now. And right now she needed him.

  “Come here Dr. Stone,” she said as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him down for a kiss. He held his weight slightly above her with his elbows on the bed as he slanted his lips over hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth in furtive exploration. The kiss was smooth and slow; just their lips moving softly against each other as they spoke their feelings without words. As they kissed she soothed her palms over the firm smooth skin of his shoulders to ease him. Slowly the tension in his body eased until he was kissing her with more passion than tenderness.

  He turned onto his back, taking her along with him and never separating their lips. His hands furtively ran down her back to cup her ass molding the shape of her firm flesh as their lower limbs tangled. She caressed the smooth skin of his chest enjoying the feel of his hard muscles underneath her palm.

  “Chrys,” he groaned into her mouth when she lowered her hand down his body to wrap it around his already erect shaft. She could never tire of touching him. There was nothing like the feel of his hot hard strength trembling in her hands to reassure that he was just as much in her power as she was in his.

  He shifted his fingers lower down her ass until they grazed her pussy. She jerked in his arms when he started to rub the already moist clave between hiking her leg over his thighs so that he had more space to move. Pleasure rocketed through her as her body responded to his knowing touch. He knew just how to stroke her and just what parts of her to strum to make her body sing. He knew her.

  In concert they played each other.

  She stroked him. He stroked her.

  Their tongues mated in rhythm to the music their hands played.

  When neither of them could take it anymore he shifted her to her back, his thighs separating hers as he came to lie between them. His dick tapped at her entrance but just as he was about to enter her, she stopped him with a hand on his waist to prevent him from putting it in.

  Looking a little bit dazed, he separated their lips, “What?”

  “Go put it in first.”

  Instantly he knew what she wanted. He complained, “Can’t we do it without listening to that?”

  “Baaaaby,” she wheedled, waggling her eyebrows as she stroked his erection to encourage him further. “It’s kinky and you know how I like kinky.”

  “Fine…” he grumbled as he shifted slightly off of her to reach for the remote controller on the other side of the bed. As he aimed the remote at the TV then DVD to turn them on he added, “…but you need to revise your definition of kinky.”

  Instantly the room came alive with sound; not that of romantic music. Instead it was the voice of a female reporter as she recited news from a week ago.

  “…In a shocking turn of events, the recently lauded defense attorney Hanna Clayton has found herself swimming with the same criminal sharks she prided herself in freeing from the cages. Like her father, the notorious drug lord Malcolm Simms, Mrs. Clayton has allegedly built her reputation on a tower of reprehensible dealings.

  Evidence of her not quite innocent persona came to light when she was arrested a week ago for allegedly blackmailing a Dr. Martin Stiles into providing her with confidential information on a, as of now unknown, patient. The exact details of what she used the information for unclear, but it was serious enough for the DA to open up criminal proceedings against her.

  Last week’s happenings seem to have started off a chain reaction. In the last week alone multiple witnesses have stepped up accusing her of blackmailing her opponents, practicing strong armed tactics and tampering with criminal proceedings. The DA has not disclosed who the witnesses are, but sources tell us that they include colleagues from her former and present law-firms, a doctor and a private investigator among others.

  As the evidence continues to pile up against her, it seems even her ties to Senator Richard Clayton II are of no use. Her husband Richard Clayton III has filed for divorce citing irreconcilable differences. The Bar Association has also moved to strip her of her license to practice. The beleaguered Mrs. Clayton refuses to speak to the press…”

  “How long are we going to be listening to this recording when we have sex?” Eli asked, getting back into bed as the reporter continued to drone on behind them.

  “For a very very long time.” Chryssa chuckled. She was no a saint. It turned her on to know she had knocked Hanna completely off her pedestal. Harrington Shultz hadn’t yet told her if she was keeping her job, but it didn’t matter. Bradshaw was leaving the firm to start his own and he wanted to take Chryssa along with him.

  “Mm mm.” She shook her head when Eli tried to change their positions. She pulled him back over her. “You ride.”

  If her bump continued to grow at the rate it was going she wouldn’t be able to take him in this position soon, so she was enjoying it while she could. Levering himself over her, he slanted his lips over hers as his fingers played her pussy. When he was sure she was ready for him, he settled a bit more of his we
ight on her though even then he was careful. His dick nudged against her, his hot hard flesh beginning to part her folds as he entered.

  “Oooh,” she whimpered as he entered her slowly. So slow she was afraid it would never end. She inhaled as he possessed her with his body till there was nothing but him.

  “So tight,” he muttered against the side of her lips as he continued to push in. Her nails bit into his forearms as she held onto her dear life and him. Damn! He felt good. When he was finally completed seated inside her, he paused. This was the part she loved the most – when he was inside her and they were one. She closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling that swamped her body as he throbbed inside her.

  Desire. Warmth. Love.

  “I love you.” The words were almost unintelligible as he grunted them against her shoulder but she heard him.

  “I love you too,” she responded feeling a spurt of tenderness. She cupped her palm over the nape of his neck holding him close to her as finally he began to move. The world spun to Eli’s beat as he began to work her body. With each stroke her walls clasped firmly over him. Her man filled her up like only he could. She angled her hips more to receive him, meeting each push with matching upwards movements.

  Chryssa could feel a scream catch in the back of her throat as her body began to quiver. It was too much. He was too much. He pummeled her body incessantly driving her to the edge of insanity.

  “Let go,” he whispered harshly against her ear, his hand dipping between their bodies to stroke her clit. She had no choice to submit to her man. She let go.

  Eli swore suddenly as the pressure built in his own body at the feel of her walls convulsing over him. She reveled in his loss of control clasping him even tighter. He held her ass tightly, sealing her to him as he buried himself deep and began to spurt inside her. With a sigh of satisfaction, she accepted him into her body as she had accepted him into her heart.