by Rose Nickol
“I’m sorry I brought you into this, but I didn’t know who else to call. Joe’s ran off all of my friends. No one wants anything to do with me. I think he owes someone money and that is why he is trying to get it from me so hard. I’m not sure what to do.”
“Why didn’t you want to call the cops?” he asked her.
“I’m not sure they can do anything.” She sighed.
“We need to report every incident so that there is a record. Next time he comes back we call the police,” he told her firmly.
“Okay, I guess, I just never figured they would do anything because of Joe’s dad.”
* * * *
She looked up into his eyes with tears streaming down her face and he couldn’t help himself, he had to kiss her. Leaning down he brushed her lips with his and when her lips parted slightly, he took more. His tongue licked her lips and when she shuddered, he nibbled on her lips. Gently pushing, he explored her mouth. Her eyes got big and her breath hitched. Slowly he backed off, giving her a little space.
“Wow…that was…wow,” she panted.
“Yeah baby, wow.” He grinned. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”
Oh God, he could tell. How embarrassing was that. He must think she was the lamest person ever. Blushing, she answered, “Not really, I never dated much and don’t have much experience. I’m sorry. A man like you probably wants someone who knows what they are doing. I understand,” she said and hung her head.
Putting one finger under her chin, he lifted her face to his, and said, “Theresa, I think you are perfect. I’m glad you called me tonight. We will figure this out. Evan at the Club can do some searching and we will find out what Joe is into and get him off your back. I want to be here to help you and do anything you need. I’m going to stay here until you are safe. It is not a problem. I’m retired and need something to do anyway. Please let me help you.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she said, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. “I didn’t know what I was going to do. I’m so afraid I’m going to lose my job at the Club, and no one I know will help me.”
“Why would you think you would lose your job?”
“Joe can be a pain in the ass and he’s lost me several jobs by coming around and causing trouble. I know Dave and the guys are great, but they don’t need him and his drug buddies hanging around and causing shit. If I go, Joe goes, so by firing me they get rid of Joe.”
“Honey, we will get rid of Joe and keep you. I’m sure once we tell Dave and Evan what’s going on they will figure something out. You don’t need to worry about it. We will all take care of you. You’re part of the family now.”
About then a pounding came at the door again. “Hey, Theresa, that asshole still in there? Come on out, Sis, we haven’t finished this yet.”
Alan looked at Theresa and said, “Let me handle this.” He walked to the door and without opening it, he yelled, “Look, you need to leave. I’m calling the cops and going to have you arrested for disturbing the peace if nothing else. You can’t intimidate Theresa anymore and need to go on about your business.”
“Look, old man, this is family business. You don’t got anything to do with this. This is between me and my sis. Send her out and it’ll all be good.” Joe was slurring his words and sounded pretty drunk.
Alan heard sirens and then Joe yelling, “This isn’t fucking over, shit I gotta get outta here. Fuck!” Then he heard a motor start and wheels spin off.
The cops arrived a couple minutes later and Alan told them what was happening. Theresa gave them the history and they took a report promising to watch the house for further activity. Unless they caught Joe in the act, they couldn’t do anything.
Chapter Two
After the police left, Alan sat Theresa down. “Do you want to come and stay with me, or am I staying here, ’cause there’s no way I’m leaving you alone.”
Theresa looked at him and smiled. “I’m afraid to leave the house. I think Joe might do something to it if I’m not here. He’s threatened to burn it for the insurance money. Would you mind staying here? I have a spare room you can stay in.” Theresa didn’t want to put him out, but she really didn’t want to be alone. If Alan was willing to stay, she was willing to let him.
Alan was being so supportive right now. Theresa hadn’t had anyone to lean on for so long. It probably wasn’t smart to depend on him so much, but right now she didn’t have anyone else and she needed someone. She couldn’t handle this on her own anymore. Joe was getting more aggressive each time he came to the house and she was scared what he would do.
“I need to go to my place and get a couple things tomorrow or should I say later today, but yes I’ll stay here as long as you need me. I’m sure Evan can set up security for while you are at work. We will protect you and your house. Don’t worry, baby.” He pulled her back into his arms again. He couldn’t seem to stop touching her, and he brushed her lips with his again. She tasted so good.
“I can’t afford to pay for security. I may have to quit working until this stops.” She started crying. She had never thought about what might happen while she was at work, but Alan was right, there was nothing to stop Joe while she was gone. What a fucking mess.
“Theresa, I will pay to have the system installed and you can pay me back a little at a time if you need to, or I’m sure Evan would take payments out of your salary. Don’t worry we’ll work it out and you won’t have to quit your job.” He held her tighter and was soothingly rubbing her back. He wanted to kiss her again, hell, he wanted to do more than kiss her, but he didn’t want to scare her.
Now that he knew she didn’t have any experience, he was going to have to go carefully and slowly with her. He had talked to Evan and Dave at the Club and knew that she didn’t ever play in the Club. She seldom left the reception area, only going to the bar after the Club was closed and then only staying for one drink. She had never shown any interest in Club activities. Dave and Evan had told him that he was the only man she was even friendly with. That was fine with him. He didn’t want to hurt or scare her. He needed to let her set the pace. He was horny as a teenage boy for her, but needed to keep himself in check. She didn’t need that from him now, now she needed him to be the protector. That he could do, and if it meant being a good boy and not touching her, well, he’d try.
He’d denied himself for his wife, and he could do it again for Theresa. She didn’t need him acting like a horny teenager. She needed help and support.
“Later today we’ll go to the Club and talk to Evan and see what he can do. We’ll get the security set up and make sure you have a panic button that goes straight to the cops. And I’ll be here. It’s late now and we should get some sleep. If you have any wine I think a glass would relax both of us. I don’t think Joe will be back for a while. Let’s get a glass of wine and relax.”
They both had one glass of wine and Theresa showed Alan the room he could sleep in. He took her in his arms and kissed her again, rubbing his hands up and down her back, then walked her to her bedroom.
He went to his room and lay on top of the covers, fully clothed, afraid of what he might do if he stripped. He didn’t need that distraction. It was bad enough thinking about what Theresa might be sleeping in and knowing she was right next door.
Chapter Three
Theresa went into her room and softly closed the door. She went to get one of the T-shirts she slept in. Looking at it, she thought how sexy is this? She really needed to get herself some nice things to sleep in. Especially now that she had a reason. Her granny panties and oversized sleep shirts weren’t going to cut it anymore. She wanted to look sexy for Alan. She needed to talk to some of the subs at the Club and find out where they shopped. Rachel was always talking about going shopping, maybe she would take her up on it.
She grabbed her e-reader and found a BDSM novel she hadn’t read. Maybe she could imagine she and Alan were the characters. After reading the same page three times, she put the device down.
All could think about was Alan in the next room. What was he sleeping in, had he stripped? Was he lying there shirtless in just his pants? Did he normally sleep in the nude? Was he thinking of her, imaging what she was sleeping in? What would he do if she was brave enough to go into his room and crawl in bed with him? Would she get the chance to find out?
After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours she finally fell asleep and dreamed of Alan.
She woke the next morning to rattling in the kitchen and then a pounding on the door. Damn, Joe was back.
Jumping out of bed she ran to the door in just her T-shirt. Alan was right behind her pulling his shirt on as she answered the door.
Opening the door to Joe, she said, “What do you want now, Joe?”
“Did he spend the night, Sis? Was it good? I told you not to fuck him in my bed. Now you’ll have to pay for new mattresses, too. The price of the house just went up to one hundred and fifty thousand. How soon you gonna have my money?”
“Get lost, Joe. I’m not doing this,” Theresa said as she tried to slam the door.
Joe stuck his foot in the door and tried to slam it open. Alan grabbed the door and held it in place. “The lady said leave, I’ve called the cops. Go!”
“You can’t make me leave my house, let the cops come!” Joe was definitely high on something. He had never been this belligerent before.
About then they heard sirens again, and Joe stalked off, saying, “This isn’t over. I’m leaving ’cause I want to, not because of the cops.”
Alan watched him walk away, and then he saw it. The tires on his truck and Theresa’s car had been slashed and all the windows in both vehicles were broken.
Theresa saw it, too. She sat down right there on the floor and covered her face with her hands, crying. How was she going to pay to fix both vehicles? She only had collision insurance on her car and would have to pay for all the repairs herself. She couldn’t afford this. And she really should fix Alan’s car. He was here to help her. What was she going to do? Maybe she could work extra at the Club. This was getting to be too much.
Alan crouched down beside her and took her in his arms. “Baby after we deal with the cops we will deal with this. It’ll be okay,” he said, trying to reassure her.
Helping her up, he sent her to put something on while he started with the cops. Once again they took a report, but without witness they couldn’t prove the damage was done by Joe and wouldn’t do anything.
After they dealt with the cops, Alan sent Theresa to shower while he called to have the vehicles towed. Then he called Evan and Dave and invited them to Theresa’s house to discuss what was going on, he didn’t want to leave the house unguarded. He briefly told them part of the story on the phone, promising to go into more detail when they arrived.
Hearing the shower turn off, he imagined Theresa nude in the bathroom. Not a good thing. He was going to have to work hard to keep from doing something stupid. Hearing her bedroom door shut, he walked down the hall to shower himself. Then he needed to let Theresa know that Dave and Evan were coming over later. He also needed to go home and get clean clothes for the next few days. He didn’t want to leave Theresa alone and knew she wouldn’t leave with Joe still a threat, so he decided to wait until Evan and Dave were there and leave then.
Chapter Four
Theresa finished her shower, then went to dress. She wanted to wear something sexy for Alan, but couldn’t find anything in her closet that fit the bill, how lame. Finally settling on a pair of jeans that fit very well and showed off her ass, and a V-cut sweater that accented her breasts, she dressed. Looking at the sweater, she decided to lose the bra and see what happened. She had never seduced a man before, but had read enough books that she thought she could do it. Tonight she was sleeping in the same bed as Alan no matter what it took.
She heard the shower running and wished she had the courage to just get in with him. That would definitely start things, she thought, giggling. Wondering what he would do if she did get in with him, she imagined the results in her head while she went to the kitchen to fix breakfast.
Alan had already started the coffee, so she fixed some bacon and eggs and had them ready by the time he came out of the shower.
He walked down the hall barefoot, just wearing his jeans, his shirt in his hands. He was so sexy, Theresa almost came just watching him.
A knock came at the door. Oh no, she thought, not Joe again.
Reading the look on her face Alan said, “Relax, it’s probably just the tow truck for our cars. I called them while you were in the shower. I’ll deal with it.”
Theresa put the plates in the oven to keep warm and went to help deal with the towing. While they were outside dealing with the cars, Joe and a bunch of his buddies drove by, hollering and screaming. “What happened, bitch, somebody fuck with your cars? Bummer, woo hoo!” they yelled, whistling and throwing bottles and cans out the window.
“How fucking juvenile can you be?” Theresa said as she picked up the bottles and cans. “Fuck!” she exclaimed as she cut her hand on one of the broken bottles.
“Here, let me see.” Alan took her hand and looked at it closely. “Let’s go inside and wash this off, we’ll pick the rest of these up later.” Still holding her hand he led her into the house.
He walked her to the kitchen sink and stuck her hand under cold water. “Where’s your first aid kit?”
“Under the sink in the bathroom.”
“Stay here, I’ll get it, keep your hand under the water.” He quickly walked down the hall and got the kit, sprinting back to the kitchen. As he walked back into the room he saw her drying her hand with a towel.
“Didn’t I tell you to keep it under the water?” He grabbed her arm, quickly spun her around and smacked her once on the bottom. Spinning her back around, he put his hands on her waist and lifted her to sit on the counter. “Next time listen to me. Now let’s see how bad the damage is.” He stood between her legs and looked at her hand, he saw that it had almost stopped bleeding and the cut was very shallow. “Not bad at all. The bleeding has almost stopped. We’ll put a band aid on it to protect it for a couple of days and it should be fine.”
He kissed the wound and applied an antibiotic ointment, then the band aid. Leaning one hand on either side of her he looked down into her eyes. “Okay now?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, not sure why she had called him Sir, but it felt right. When he had swatted her ass, it sent a pool of moisture between her legs. What would his hand feel like on her bare skin? Would she have the same reaction? She wanted to find out.
Having him standing this close was heaven. He smelled wonderful. Her mouth was watering. She wanted him to kiss her again. Did she dare reach up and initiate the kiss, if she did would he kiss her back? The thought of the kisses they had shared last night still made her shiver.
He was standing between her legs, and if she scooted forward a little she could rub herself against him. If she did would he move closer or step back? Deciding to go for it and taking a deep breath she reached up and put her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to hers, she brushed his lips with hers. “Thank you for taking care of me,” she said against his lips. When he opened his mouth to say something, she slipped her tongue in. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer.
He soon took over the kiss and pulled her closer running his hands over her back. Not feeling a bra strap, he slowed his movements and slipped his hands under her sweater, lifting it up in the process. Baring her back, he could feel that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He ran his hands up and down her back.
Pulling back, he looked into her eyes and she smiled at him, “No bra?” he asked, and she shook her head. “Are you sure you want this, if I start I may not be able to stop,” he said, looking into her eyes.
“I’m sure,” she answered and pulled his head back down. He lifted her, one hand on each ass cheek, and carried her to the couch, not wanting to scare her by taking her to the bed
room. There was time.
He lowered her to the couch in a sitting position and knelt between her legs. Lifting her sweater, he slowly pulled it over her head. Baring her from the waist up, he stared at her breasts. Reaching out, he gently cupped them in his hands feeling their weight. He brushed his thumbs over her dark pink nipples and watched her quiver. Then he did it again, and again, applying a little more pressure each time.
She looked down, wide eyed, and watched him playing with her breasts. Every time he brushed her nipples it sent a shiver down her back and she shuddered. Her breath was coming in little pants now and there was a tingle between her legs. She needed more. “More, please, more,” she breathed, not sure what she was asking for.
“Yes, baby, I’ll take care of you. Do you want to go into the bedroom?” he asked, holding his breath and hoping he wasn’t pushing too fast.
“Please, please…just…please,” she whispered unable to form a coherent thought.
“Yes, you’re ready. Wrap your legs around my waist again, hold on.” Picking her up, he carried her to her bedroom. Standing her, he sat on the side of the bed, and reached for the button of her jeans. “These need to come off, okay?” He grinned at her.
“Okay,” she answered with a shaky breath. He unfastened her zipper and hooking a finger in each side of her jeans pulled them and her panties down together. “Step out for me, Theresa.” She complied and he stood and lifted her onto the bed. “Just relax, baby, I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“Okay, please kiss me again.” She needed to feel him.
Sitting on the bed he pulled her into his arms and cradled her in his lap. Holding her tightly, he took her mouth and swept his tongue inside, taking what she was giving.
It felt strange to be completely naked while he was fully clothed and she reached for the buttons on his shirt. Undoing several, she slipped her hands into the shirt and stroked his skin. He was warm to the touch with a soft coating of hair. She brushed his nipples and felt him shiver, so she did it again, smiling.
