Soul: Trinity Trilogy Book 3

by Audrey Carlan

  Templeton leads me along the path, and I keep my eyes glued to Gillian and that motherfucker. He’s sitting on her lounge chair with her feet in his lap. She laughs at something, and he brings her foot up to his mouth and kisses her ankle. She rewards him with peals of laughter. I miss her laugh. When Gillian found something funny she’d laugh with her entire being. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard it. Soon.

  I look over at her one more time before we go around the building and she’s out of sight.

  Soon my love. I’ll have you back.

  Chase

  Closing the door to the home office most of the way, I sit down with Thomas Redding, Agent Brennen, and Jack on the u-shaped, leather couches. I left the door slightly open so that I could keep an ear on Gillian. If she happens to look out the door, I want her to know I’m close. Being away from me has been extremely difficult for her, and I can’t complain. Having her wanting me close at all times right now works for me. Yes, it makes me a sick fuck that I, too, am having trouble having her out of my sights, but we’ve been dealing with a traumatic situation, and I have no desire to have her anywhere but near me. It will be so much easier to work through when we find McBride.

  “So, what do you have?” I ask the three men.

  Agent Brennen speaks first. “Not much. We expected him to go to the funeral, but our snipers didn’t pick up any suspicious activity, no one approached her who wasn’t part of her normal crowd and the ride to and from didn’t have any unmarked vehicles to trace.”

  Thomas takes the pause in Brennen’s reiteration of the obvious to make his own opinions known. “We think he might have gone underground or left town to stay off the radar for a while.”

  I grind my teeth, and my jaw aches with the amount of times I’ve done that very thing over the past three weeks.

  “Jack,” I look at my most trusted confidant. The one man I trust beyond all others. “Do you think he’s gone underground or left town?”

  His steely eyes focus on mine. The slicked back hair and his sheer width make him a very menacing individual. He shakes his head in a tight movement. “No, I don’t. If anything, he’s closer than he’s ever been.” My stomach drops. “McBride has anticipated almost every move we’ve made. Now that we know who he is, he’ll be doing more to disguise himself, but he’s confident. Overly so. He didn’t think we’d figure out who he was, or that we’d find out where he was hiding her. He won’t make that mistake again.”

  “So what are you saying?” I push my hands through my hair and grip the roots.

  Jack leans against the side of the desk. “She goes nowhere without the best protection.”

  “We have bodyguards on her twenty-four/seven. What more can we do?” My tone is harsh but Jack knows it’s not him, that it’s directed at the severity of the situation.

  “Sir, she needs the best. I’m the best. She goes nowhere without me until he’s found. Including you, sir.”

  I open my eyes wide and look at him. “What does that mean? Are you insinuating I can’t protect the woman I love? I’d kill any man who comes close to her.” I mean it with every fiber of my being, and Jack just crosses his arms and tilts his head.

  “That’s exactly why you are not going to be able to protect her. She needs someone on her at all times who has an eye on everything around her, not her as a person. I will be watching every move that’s made near her, the people she comes into contact with and anticipating everything. You will be focused on her emotional needs and your connection with her. I don’t have those feelings about her. For me, she’s a job, and my job is to make sure that she stays alive and within our circle of protection.”

  I sit down next to Thomas and put my head in my hands. “Fine, whatever. I just want this madman found. Now. What do we need to do?”

  “We need to find a way to get him to come into the light.” Thomas says.

  “Are you suggesting we use Gillian as bait?”

  Thomas scowls. “Not exactly, but in a way, yes. What if we planned something that would ensure there was no way he could get to her, but once he got close, he’d be on lock-down.”

  “Such as what?”

  Agent Brennen leans forward. “We don’t have all the details. I’ve got a team of people coming up with a scenario. Once we have the plans drawn, the location chosen, we’ll discuss it with you.”

  “When?” I ask entirely done with this conversation. I need to check on Gillian. My need to be close to her is starting to suffocate me.

  Agent Brennen looks at me with kind eyes, ones that have been through far more experiences than I could ever grasp. His mustache seems to ripple when air passes his lips and he speaks. “We should have everything lined up within the next ten days or so.”

  I stand up. “Fine. I will tell you that Gillian and I are leaving in two days. The destination will not be provided to anyone. Jack, pick your best two men and plan to leave town. I’m not going to allow Gillian to be a sitting duck.”

  “Sir, McBride could figure out where you’re going. Flight plans can be hacked.”

  “That’s why every single plane in my fleet will have the five of us, you, me, Gillian, and your two men, listed as passengers. Only one of them will actually fly to the destination I’ve chosen. I do not believe McBride will be able to determine which location we actually ended up in, nor can he afford to visit all those locations.”

  Thomas lets out a long breath. “Damn, that’s going to cost a pretty penny.”

  I look at Thomas with hard eyes. “I can afford it.” Holding out my hand to Agent Brennen, he stands and shakes it. “Get on top of that plan. Call Jack on the new burner phone he’ll give you tonight. We’ll return when the plan is in place and not before.”

  “What about the girls…Maria is going to be pissed,” Thomas starts to say, but I cut him off.

  “Ms. De La Torre is your woman and your problem. From what I understand about those women, they will forgive one another for anything. Gillian can handle her relationships. I will handle Gillian. Have I made myself perfectly clear?”

  “Crystal,” Thomas says and stands. He holds out a hand and I shake it before turning on my heel and exiting the room.

  Across the hallway I can hear the sound of laughter. I push open the door and find four women, draped over different pieces of furniture in the ugliest polka dot pajamas I’ve ever seen and three out of four of them are drunk as skunks.

  “Baby!” Gillian squeals, runs across the room and catapults into my arms. I catch her in a tangle of limbs, my body flying back a few steps. When I’ve caught my balance, I barely take a breath before her lips are all over me. My neck, my face, my lips all kissed in an array of wet presses of her mouth. “You are so fucking hot!” She turns her head around addressing the girls while clutching my neck, her legs firmly wrapped around my waist. “Isn’t he hot?”

  “So hot!” says Kathleen.

  “Sexy as hell,” Bree says while rubbing her massive belly. She’s popped out considerably over the last week.

  “Muy caliente,” Maria says, her Spanish side coming out in full force.

  Gillian kisses me, and I allow it, needing to connect with her physically after the meeting I just had. She tastes of rich, red wine and if she wasn’t having a great time with her friends, I’d whisk her to our room and take her in a completely visceral way. Gripping her head and tilting it to the side, I take long, slow sips of her sweet mouth. She moans full and deep, and the sound ricochets through my body and settles heavily in my groin, my dick taking notice.

  “Hey, get a room. Wait a minute, no, we’re having a chick date. No boys allowed!” Bree harrumphs and sits down in a chair pouting.

  “Yeah, no fair. Carson is up in our room watching the game. Go hang out with him!” Kathleen admonishes.

  I chuckle against Gillian’s neck. She, on the other hand, does not in fact care what her friends think. Her lips are planted on my neck and she’s licking and nibbling to her heart’s content. “Just a moment ladie
s,” I say and walk out of the room with her clinging to me like a baby koala bear. Once I get her into the hallway I press her into the nearest wall and show her exactly what she does to me. Her answering moan and tightening of her thighs does not help me in my desire to be the good guy here.

  “Baby, if you continue to attack me with your lips and tongue, I’m going to set you down, pull down your pants and go to town on your pussy, right here, against this wall.”

  Her eyes go wide and she nods. “Yes please. Do that.” She accentuates her need with a thrust of her hips against mine. The move sends jolts of pleasure splintering from my cock and over the rest of me.

  I shake my head and cup her neck, holding her chin up with my thumbs. “We’re going to have all the alone time we want in a couple days remember.”

  Her entire face lights up with a smile. “Yes, I remember,” she says loudly as if she’s gotten the question right to a game we’re playing. “We’re going to get marr-” I cover her mouth with my hand.

  “Shhh, it’s a secret.” Her eyes go wide and then she licks my hand. I pull it away as if it was burned.

  “You’re a bad girl. Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you tonight when I get you alone?” Her eyes burn with intent and lust.

  “Spank me?” Her response blows me away. That is not at all what I’d expect coming from her mouth after her history.

  “Would you like me to spank you? Make the cheeks of your heart-shaped ass light up?” She moans and then squeezes her thighs again. “I’ll make them nice and pink, just warm enough that when I fuck your tight little ass, I’ll feel the warmth from your spanking against my skin.”

  She groans and closes her eyes. “Would you like that, baby? Me fucking your perfect little hole, after I spank you into a blinding orgasm, then follow it up by stuffing you full of my cock until you come again? Is that what you want?”

  Her entire body is squirming against me. With a quick glance in both directions, and my ear to the door where her friends are, I make a decision. I need her, now. Loosening my pants and zipper I pull out my cock. It’s as hard as a hammer and just as ready to pound. I push down Gillian’s pants enough that I can wedge my dick straight into her wet cunt. Her head flies back and smacks against the wall. Shit, I couldn’t hold her and protect her head. She’s going to feel that tomorrow.

  “Baby, are you okay?”

  “No, fuck me,” she says far too loud.

  “Shhh, they’ll hear you.”

  I pull back my hips and slam home pressing her harshly into the wall. Her pants are pulled tight above my cock and rub against the skin at every pass into her wet sheath. She starts moaning loud. I cover her mouth with mine and kiss the daylights out of her, stealing her sounds. They’re all for me anyway. It doesn’t take long for me to pound an orgasm out of her. The liquor mixed with her desire made her hair-trigger.

  Listening close, I can hear the women on the other side of the door only a few feet away. They are talking about the movie they have playing and seem to be pretty involved with it. Once Gillian comes down from her orgasm I pull out. She whimpers until I set her feet down on the ground push her pajamas and underwear completely down and cover her pussy with my mouth shoving my tongue way up inside. She clasps onto my hair and looks wildly around the hallway. At any moment, anyone could walk down this hallway and yes, it would be embarrassing, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ve got my woman’s sweet pussy all over my face and her sugary nectar from coming around my dick, all over my tongue. There is absolutely nothing like her taste, and the desire I experience from touching her, tasting her, being with her.

  After soaking up her cream I stand, turn her around and push her feet wide. “Chase…” she warns. “Someone could come.”

  “Someone is going to come,” I growl into her ear before I hammer into her from behind in one long stroke. “Me!” I promise and she moans, then bites her lip bruising the sweet flesh.

  This position doesn’t allow me to go as deep as I’d like but being able to see her pert ass and play with her little hole is enough to have me almost ready to shoot my load deep within her. I fuck her hard for a series of strokes, making sure she’s close and then I lick my thumb twist it around her tiny rosette and on a particularly strong thrust, plow my thumb straight into her warm ass. She cries out, not being able to stop herself. At this point I’m too far gone to care. My balls are aching with the need to come, my dick so hard and fat inside her I’m losing my mind, taken to a place of sheer ecstasy with every penetrating thrust. Gillian mewls softly as I fuck both her entrances, wanting her to feel me for the rest of the evening, knowing that I took her good, and would continue to take her whenever and wherever the fuck I want. There is nothing she can do about it either. She is as powerless to the lust raging between us as I am.

  “Get there,” I tell her. “Put your hand between your legs and twist that little clit the way I would. Don’t be shy. I want to see you touch yourself. Makes me so hard, baby.”

  She does what I ask, bringing one of her hands between her legs, the other holding her up against the wall. When she hits the spot her hips buck wildly. “That’s it, stroke yourself for me. Show me how much you like me fucking you right here, where anyone can come down the hallway can see your naked ass and pussy being taken.” She drops her head and pushes back into my strokes. That makes me insanely hot.

  I watch her hand move, in a blur, between her legs, her chest heaving with the movements of her pussy and ass taking me in over and over. Then her body tightens, the telltale sign that she’s about to have one mother of an orgasm. I fuck her faster, pounding into her flesh until she places both hands against the wall only able to take the pounding movements. Her pussy is stretching wide over the fat head of my cock as I plow in and out. With a twist of my pelvis, I hold her hips and slam home. And that’s when we both lose it. Shaking with the effort of our combined release. Her pussy milks my cock with tight compression and releasing motions until I’m essentially milked dry.

  She leans her head against the wall, and I kiss her neck, push away her sweaty hair, and lick up the white column. Her body responds with another strong clamp and release before I pull out, tucking my softening cock back into my pants and button up. As I lean down to pick up her panties and pajamas I can see my cum sliding down her leg. The sight sends a flicker of lust back into my dick. I love seeing my mark on her, knowing that a piece of me is inside of her for days. Makes me want to fuck her all over again and fill her full to the brim so that she’ll never be without me.

  Pushing my piggish ways aside, I sop up between her legs with the handkerchief I have in my pocket then help her back into her clothes. Once I turn her around, she has that beautiful, fully satisfied look that I strive to put on her face every day.

  “I love fucking you,” she says drunkenly.

  I rub my nose alongside hers and get close. “I believe it was me who was fucking you,” I grin and snatch up a kiss of her sweet mouth. “But, I agree. I love fucking you, too.”

  This time she kisses me softly and then stops abruptly. A whimsical lilting voice singing comes from the doorway. “She’s singing. I have to hear it!” Gillian pushes at my chest and runs into the room where her friends are.

  I peak in and Bree is singing an incredibly beautiful rendition of “Wild Horses” a cappella. Kathleen and Maria lock waists with my girl and start to sway along with the song.

  Gillian has so quickly become my world. But her friends are a package deal. I look at each woman seeing the undying love for one another. It’s a true sisterhood. The same way I feel about my cousins, Carson, Craig, and Chloe. Cooper, on the other hand, can go to hell.

  These women, though, are true friends who love my woman. With time, I’ll get used to sharing her with them. Today will be the first step. I turn away and head back to my office across the way, but this time I leave the door completely open. If she needs me, I’ll be here, but I think she’s fine with her girls.

  Time to finish the
plans for operation make Gillian my wife and fool a madman.

  Chapter Nine

  Gillian

  “Gillian, dear heart, please, come in. I can’t express how disturbed I was to hear of your abduction. I’m relieved to see that you’re okay.” Dr. Madison pulls me into his warm embrace. Chase clears his throat behind me and I smile. Possessive doesn’t even begin to describe my man. Dr. Madison pulls back, holding me at arm’s length. “I see we still have the strapping, young lad to ensure your honor.” He looks over my shoulder. “Welcome, Mr. Davis. Do come in.”

  “I was planning on it,” he growls before curving me into his side and leading me over to the long couch. I look longingly over at my favorite, fluffy, individual chair, but don’t say anything.

  Chase has an issue with how good-looking Dr. McHottie is as well as how much this man knows about me. More than any man, but in a very different way than Chase. I do find it mildly entertaining that Chase is jealous over my shrink. My doctor has never been anything but perfectly professional over the past few years. Never once has he tried to hit on me or make any overtures other than concern for my well-being. It has taken us years to get to a greeting hug. That was actually part of my therapy. Touch. Letting a man touch me, even platonically, used to set my panic-o-meter flaring, but I worked through it with Dr. Madison. To this day, I have him to thank for the fact that I’m even able to have any form of romantic relationship.

  Dr. Madison sits in a chair across from the couch. I suspect he does couples’ therapy in this part of his office.

  “I imagine you want to talk about what happened to you in the past three weeks? Being kidnapped on your wedding day, Chase’s mother being murdered in front of you, then being held against your will in captivity is a lot for anyone to take on,” he starts and I nod. Chase tightens his hold around my arm, his fingers digging into my shoulder. The doctor notices it. “And for you Chase, this has to be equally hard, losing your mother in that way, your fiancée taken from you. Not knowing where she was for all those days.” He grunts an affirmative sound and looks away, neither of us wanting to bring light to everything that has happened.