Abducted by the Mountain Man

by Ambrielle Kirk

  “So did you call him?” she asked.

  “When I got home that evening there were clippings of my father being indicted, standing trial, and being sent to prison. There was a nice little note on it accusing me of being a cheater on the card table. At first, the whole thing amused me. I have been called worst in my lifetime. But right then and there, I vowed to stop playing tag with him and put the bitch tactics to bed. I figured that if Jackson wanted his money, he’d eventually come to me like a man.”

  “And then?”

  “His wife came by for a visit one night. She said she wasn’t there on behalf of Jackson or for the money. She came right out and told me Jackson had sold her wedding ring, put her out, and that she hadn’t had sex in while,” Trent replied.

  “And that’s when you started sleeping with her, right?”

  Trent nodded. “He followed her over to my house the second time. When he found us, he caused a scene. The neighbors heard and leaked all of the information.”

  “Wow…” Zaira breathed.

  “So when you tell me that you want to know the good, bad, and ugly…there it is. That’s what happened and how I came to break up a marriage.”

  She lay still against him, listening to his heart beat for a few minutes. “Did you like her?”

  “It was sex, Zaira. Nothing new for me. Just sex.”

  “What about me, Trent? What’s this to you?”

  This time he turned completely and stroked her temple with the soft side of his thumb while searching deeply into her gaze. “I have so much to learn and I’m working on that, but I’m no dummy. I know your worth and you mean everything to me. I never want to fold again with you. My best hand was dealt to me the moment you walked into my life and I won’t give it up for anything—not anyone, and not anything. Ever again.”

  “You’re sweet.” She brought his face close to hers and kissed his lips.

  He kissed her back. “Only because I have the taste of you on my lips.”

  She smiled. “I meant your words, silly.”

  He moaned as he pressed his lips against the delicate curvature of her neck. “Those weren’t just words, Zaira. That was a declaration straight from my heart.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  When Monday rolled around after the eventful weekend, Zaira was literally floating on air. She could barely focus on her work as the minutes turned into hours and finally it was time to put her work assignments aside to meet up with Trent to handle Svelte business. There was no mistaking that she’d loved Trent before as a friend, but now she couldn’t help to think that maybe, just maybe, she was actually falling for him.

  What she was about to do would confirm that she was, in fact, crazy for Trent, crazy about Trent, and would do anything for Trent.

  Zaira stepped off of the elevator and glided right past the night cleaning crew to reach the other end of the hall. When she reached Trent’s door, he looked up from a mountain of paperwork and cracked the biggest grin that ended up being contagious.

  He dropped his pen down on the desk and sat back in his chair. “Hey Beautiful.”

  “Hi.” She pulled the door closed behind her and locked it.

  “I thought you changed your mind about working today. Neither of us got much sleep last night.”

  She bit the inside corner of her lip and a vivid image of them in the shower together came back to her. Warmth shot up through her legs, as she put her suitcase on the table next to the door. “About last night, we did get a little out of hand. My neighbors were giving me strange looks when I went down to the lobby this morning.”

  “If you thought we got outta hand last night…” he teased. “…wait until I get you home tonight.”

  “Why wait until tonight?” Zaira tugged her long dress coat open and let the garment drop to the floor, revealing a white mini dress that fit all her curves like a second skin.

  “Baby,” Trent groaned and his eyes widened in disbelief. While he kept his gaze fixed to her, his fingers scurried over his desk until it came in contact with a little remote. He pushed one button and the shades folded down, covering the floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the interstate.

  The remnants of daylight would soon fold into evening and the room was literally pitch black, but she made her way over to his desk anyway. She walked behind it where he was seated, pulled him by the tie, and leaned over to kiss him.

  “Are you for real?” he whispered between kisses.

  “Just shut up.” She pressed his fingers to his lips and fumbled with his belt buckle to jostle it open.

  Trent was rock hard before she managed to slip his cock through the opening of his boxer briefs. She wrapped her fingers around him, admiring how his thick veins pulsed against the leathery skin. She took him in her mouth, relishing the distinct taste of pre-cum on her tongue. His groans and the way he gripped her hair into his fists turned her on even more.

  Zaira knew the way he liked it. She knew exactly what rhythm and pressure he enjoyed the most. She took him over and over again to the back of her throat, until he was breathing heavy with anticipation. He wouldn’t come just yet because she wanted him inside of her for that.

  “I couldn’t stop thinking about this.” She licked up and down his shaft. “I wanted to touch myself so many times today, but I knew it wouldn’t be the same without you.”

  “Oh, my God,” he rasped when the tip of her tongue teased the head of his cock.

  “I couldn’t wait,” she whispered.

  Trent rose from the chair, surprising her. The force of his body pushed her against the desk. He hoisted her onto it and kissed her with such heat and passion, a blaze erupted around them.

  A gasp emanated from him the moment his fingers reached her pelvis and he found out that she wore no panties under the dress. He pulled from the kiss and looked at her with curiosity.

  “You kept ripping them,” she said.

  Trent chuckled devilishly and knelt on the floor in front of her, propping her legs up on his shoulders. The moment his mouth came in contact with her pussy, her muscles grew lax and her stilettos slipped from her feet and fell to the floor with a thud.

  Zaira bit into her bottom lip as he tested her limits, pulling her pussy toward his hungry mouth and devouring her like ice cream. She held onto his silky strands and succumbed to him completely, thrusting forward against his mouth. He encouraged her, sliding his palms under her ass and burying his lips deep into her pussy. He glided two fingers into her and sucked on her clit. His strokes were gentle but effective and soon she was whimpering under his sexual hold. Pleasure rocked her and she nearly bucked off the desk. She must have been good and ready because she’d never had an orgasm so quickly in her life.

  Trent picked her up and walked them over to the adjacent end of the room. He let his pants fall to the floor and held her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and slid her pussy against his cock. Hooking his palms under her knees, he held her open and entered her without warning. He kissed her, swallowing her cries as he pummeled deep within her. Her body quaked intensely against his body and against the wall as a second climax tore through her.

  “Yes, that’s it. Come for me, beautiful,” he whispered.

  She bit into his shoulder and dug her nails into his back, riding her orgasm out to the end.

  Trent jerked a door open beside them. It was a closet with a few jackets and dress shirts hanging overhead. He backed her inside, led her feet to the floor, and spun her around.

  His bare erection strained against her ass, so it was plain to see that he wasn’t done with her yet. The kisses he pressed to the back of her neck sent tingles racing down her spine. He shoved the garments to one side and led her hands to the metal bar. Taking the hint, she gripped the bar tight and he hoisted her upward.

  Zaira pushed her ass up against his cock, asking for more. This time when he entered her, she cried out in the small space.

  He pounded up and into her from behind. It seem
ed like her center of gravity was off and all of her feelings gathered in one place—her sex. His balls slapped against her ass and labia as he beat into her over and over again.

  “Oh Trent…” Another climax nearly split her in half sending her higher into imaginary clouds.

  He groaned savagely at the same time heat shot up into her. The next dozen thrusts came with no rhythm, form, or fashion this time as he released his seed into her and fought to hold himself steady on both feet. Even her palms became slippery against the bars as her essence spilled not only from her pussy, but from her pores as well.

  They collapsed on the floor in the small space together when it was all over.

  “Jesus Christ,” she mumbled. Her insides were on fire and her lungs burned even more.

  He chuckled and kissed her. “If I had known you were going to make me put in work today like that, I would have taken a break before you stopped by.”

  She lay her head back against his chest. “I’ll give you a heads up next time.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Zaira pulled up in front of Trent’s community after taking off from work. She’d come right over from the Thompson and Theago after speaking with her boss and she had the best news to share with Trent. And of course she wanted to celebrate with food, cocktails, and sex. She could hardly wait.

  She pulled up in an empty parking space designated for her unit, grabbed her tote, and exited the car.

  Her promotion to manager had come right on time. She didn’t have much time left on the assignment at Svelte, which was good given the circumstances, but at least she knew that she was one step closer to obtaining her goal of making partner at the firm.

  It wasn’t until she reached Trent’s unit when she saw him and a woman standing next to a red car parked right in front of the his building. She stopped dead in her tracks after identifying who the woman was. Her initial reaction was rage.

  Eve. His timeshare agent?

  All of Zaira's breath rushed forcefully out of her. It felt as though someone had hit her in the back with a sledgehammer.

  Supposedly she was just an agent, but they were in a heated conversation that no client and agent would have if they were professionals.

  What was she doing over here? He’d told her that he had no girlfriends in his life right now.

  What the hell?

  Zaira’s face grew red-hot and her veins flooded with anger and embarrassment. Her tote bag almost slipped off her shoulder as she brought her hands to her mouth in surprise.

  It was like some bad soap opera re-run. She couldn’t believe her eyes at the turn of events no matter how far fetched. Based on the scene in front of her, it appeared that Eve had just exited Trent’s home.

  Trent pointed his finger at a red Ferrari parked right next to them and said something to Eve.

  Just as Zaira was about to take a step back, that’s when Trent glanced her way. He blinked several times as though he couldn’t believe his own eyes. Eve turned too and that bitch’s mouth dropped open in surprise too.

  “Is it because of her?” Eve raised her voice.

  “Shit,” Zaira said to herself before turning around swiftly and running all the way back to her car.

  Tears blinded her as she started up the engine, put the gear in reverse, and maneuvered herself aggressively out of the parking lot.

  Her world had crumbled in a matter of seconds.

  Relationships were like a poker game. A woman could have what she thought was the best man in the world, but still only have fifty percent of his heart.

  Less than twenty minutes after Zaira arrived home, her door buzzer rang. Not once, but twice. She didn’t even need to check the video to know that it was that bastard, Trent Stone.

  She ran off to the bathroom and splashed her face with cool water, trying to ignore the fact that he was there, but there was no use. Her cell phone buzzed next.

  We need to talk about this, it read.

  Zaira pushed the power button on her phone and shut it down. She then walked into the kitchen to pour a tall glass of ice-cold water. What she really wanted to do was throw stuff, but that wouldn’t solve a thing. She couldn’t even think straight knowing that Trent was standing on the other side of the door wanting to talk. Well, he had all the time in the world to tell her that he was fucking Eve, his damn timeshare buddy.

  He had told her a blatant lie. Hadn’t he?

  She ran her hand though her hair and took several deep breaths in and out. The migraine she was developing was so painful that the only temporary cure right now seemed to be sleep. She got up and made her way to the bed.

  Just as she was about to pass the door, she paused beside it. “Are you still there?”

  “Yeah.”

  Zaira jumped at the sound of his voice, half expecting him to have given up and gone home after a few minutes of standing there.

  “Okay, you can go now,” she said. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

  “I know what you saw looked strange, but the truth is that Eve sort of dropped by to pick up some papers.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “There was an upcoming due date and I’ve been pushing it off for the past few days. As my agent, she has a monetary interest in seeing that my timeshares do well. She came by without notice.”

  “It also looks like she had a vested interest in other areas as well,” she said. “Look, please leave—”

  “There is no one else, Zaira. Ever since we reconciled, I haven’t been with anyone else.”

  Zaira paused. “Then why does she feel entitled to you?”

  “Let me in and I’ll tell you.”

  “Hell no!” she screamed at the door. “Tell me what’s going on between you two right now.”

  “I had sex with her a few months ago.”

  “Jesus, Trent.” She backed away from the door.

  “Just like any other female acquaintance, we had sex one time. I play by rules and I’ve never led anyone on. I’m a man, and if I want sex, I tell women that. I can’t love Eve or any other woman. I can’t because I love you, Zaira.”

  The moment Zaira swallowed, the tears spilled despite here efforts to keep them contained. “You know what, Trent? You can go fuck yourself and get the hell out of my life.”

  Zaira walked away, entered her bedroom, and slammed the door behind her. She didn’t even bother with a shower or removing her work clothes before she climbed onto the bed, hugging a pillow close to her body.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Zaira was happy to see her dad back after his absence to take care of some business in Italy. What she was not happy with was having to drag herself into yet another impromptu meeting called by him. Not only did he insist that she be there, he also arranged for all department heads to be there too. What it meant was that Trent Stone would be in attendance as well.

  She made sure to sit way on the other end of the table from him, but that turned out to be a bad idea. With him at one end of the long conference room table and her on the other end, it wasn’t easy to keep her eyes off of him. A couple of times, they’d look up at the same time, catching each other staring.

  Zaira had gotten over most of her animosity toward Trent even though it had taken a couple days after the incident. She should have known that Trent came with baggage with his magical magnet dick. Just thinking about it sent her blood past the boiling point again.

  She reached for the bottled water on the table in front of her and took a long swig. The next time she caught Trent staring at her, she cut her eyes at him. Of course, he wore a poker face that no man or animal could decode.

  Her cell phone screen lit up on the screen in front of her. The silent mode didn’t distract anyone’s attention except the guy sitting right next to her, who was also the head of Svelte’s IT department. He was also nosey as hell.

  Zaira picked up the phone to read it.

  Trent: Your hair looks beautiful that way.

  Her face became flustered and she looked up quickly
to see him fumbling with his iPhone on the table.

  She might as well just put everything out on the table for him even though he failed to do that with her. She texted him right back.

  Zaira: I’m going out to dinner tonight with my Dad and Phil, from the graduate school he mentors at.

  His response came immediately.

  Trent: Let’s hope Phil doesn’t get any ideas about being with you.

  Before she could object or respond, her Dad called for the meeting to begin. His secretary, Ann, adjusted the settings on the projector as he spoke about the items on the agenda. After his summary on a meeting he had with his Italian investors, Zaira sort of drifted off. She perked up at the mention of certain keywords that concerned her, but after taking another look at the agenda, she realized that the accounting and finance portion of the session was further down on the agenda.

  “So there are three main things I want us to accomplish between now and December of this year…” her dad continued, clicking from one screen to the next as he spoke.

  Not only did Zaira’s mind wander, but her eyes wandered as well.

  Hell in a hand-basket! Why did Trent Stone have to be so goddamned fine? He was engrossed in her dad’s presentation, but the dark, serious expression on his face would’ve had any woman swooning. Somehow, he must have known about the meeting because he was groomed well. No five o’ clock shadow on his face. His hairline was groomed. His dark mane was lightly slicked back, and he was dressed to the nines in business attire.

  Her gaze dropped to his big hands just as he began to write something on his notepad. Suddenly she got a flash of his car-greased palms gripping her ass as he pounded into her pussy. She grabbed her bottle from the table and chugged down some more water.