by Kailin Gow
“Oh,” I said. “That’s a relief.”
“I know,” Luis said, “the guys…they were all worried for him, how he would act coming back and attending the wedding, but seems as though he’s okay. He’s like our big brother now, and we all want him to be happy,” Luis said.
“Good,” I took Luis’ hand. “I’m glad he has found his own family here, too.” I walked to my room and found that there were clothes in there that looked like the ones I last wore before Nat went on his trip to Afghanistan. My Rachel Goth era clothes. I took out the denim shorts and punk rock t-shirt, and went to the shower room. I looked over at Luis and said, “Come on, I mean it when I said I needed help reaching my back in the shower.”
I smiled. It was as though coming to this room has brought back the rebellious Rachel I once was at age 18 and staying at the Malibu Pad. She was the Rachel I used to be, the devil-may-care girl who dated goth guys, listened to punk rock, stayed out late past the curfew, and purposely did shocking things to rile up my twin brother Drew.
I started the shower as Luis walked in, his eyes burning into mine. He looked hungry and dangerous, gone was the sweet innocent young man from earlier. Gone was the uptight Rachel from earlier. I was Rebel Rachel, and all I wanted as I looked at Luis’ hot hard body was to have the wildest, hottest, no-holds bar sex. Slut-shamers be damn. I took off my t-shirt, revealing my bare breasts already harden with desire. I didn’t wear a bra today, and before I could take in a deep breath to push my tits out further to illuminate them, Luis was immediately on me, his mouth kissing my neck, my shoulders, and hot on my breasts, taking my nipples into his warm mouth and working it with his tongue. His large left hand stroke my other breasts, while his right one, tore off my pants and panties at the same time to begin delving two fingers deep into me. Boy the boy knew how to make the butterflies go away.
I grasped, and his mouth covered mine, hungrily kissing me, his tongue delving in to taste every corner. “God, woman,” he said, “You are the sexiest woman alive, it was hard not to react when you’d walk by and I could smell you. I wanted to eat you earlier (you smell so ripe, a woman in heat) but had to hold back from even going near you.”
“Thus looking like a damn stone statue,” I laughed.
“Or I couldn’t hold back,” Luis said, running his fingers, across my clit, with my wetness, and making me moan.
“I thought out of all the men here, you seemed the least interested in me,” I said. “Probably why Andrew trusted you with me alone…little did he know.”
“He could trust me,” Luis said. “I would never harm who or what he thought was important to him. I’ll take very good,” he pumped me with his fingers, deep into me, and added another one as I writhed underneath him…”care of what he thinks is important, especially you.”
He dove down to lick the full length of my clean-shaven front before placing his entire mouth over my folds to eat and suck me with the right enough pressure, I was already on the verge of a large climax. “I love eating pussy,” he groaned. “Yours I could dine on all night and day.”
And here I was thinking he was this virginal hot stud that I could break. He was one masterful lover.
The first wave went through me, and I shudder, as I clenched. “Oh fucking mother of pearl,” I cried.
He bit me gently which sent another wave.
I clenched my teeth, “Luis, so good,”
He ran his tongue over and over my clit in swirls alternating between relentless pressure to soft flutters until I was pulling his hair and head towards me. “Fuck me, Luis. Hard,” I groan.
He pushed his slacks down, revealing the most gorgeous thick long slick cock which I wanted to slide into me right now. I reached over to him and pulled him into me. He pushed further in on his own, filling me and stretching me so much I thought I’d burst. “You are the biggest,” I couldn’t even talk as he slide in and out of me, pumping me hard, lifting my legs onto his shoulders as he pumped me with his dick, and played with my clit, rubbing it with his fingers until we hit the plateau and exploded at the same time.
He bent and kissed me passionately as he shuddered into me.
“Oh my God, Luis,” I fell onto his chest, sweaty and smelling like delicious hot sweat and sex. “I want more.”
He smiled as I pulled him into the shower, taking off any remaining clothes on him, and admiring his full gorgeous male nakedness. He was an Adonis. I kissed and licked his hard chest before attempting to bite him. He was so hard, all I could do was trail my teeth along this skin and lick his nipples before I went down to take his gorgeous dick into my mouth.
“So delicious,” I said, licking and sucking on him until he was groaning. He placed his hands against the shower wall as he steadied himself, watching my head bobbed up and down on his most sensitive part.
“Wait,” he said, gently stopping me. “If you continue, I’ll come, and I want to enjoy this as long as I can.”
He pulled me up and kissed me, his tongue moving deep into my mouth, while he played with my nipples, circling his thumb around the perked peaks.
I was so turned on, I wanted him to enter me so badly that I leaned my hips against his, rubbing my clit against his shaft.
“Hold on, Darling,” he said, smiling a wicked smile, his eyes half closed. “Good things come to those who wait,” he said softly.
I shivered at how sexy that came out against my ear.
“I can’t wait,” I said, trying to kiss his mouth.
He got the hint and kissed me hotly, devouring my mouth with his tongue, while he rubbed his shaft harder against my clit, making me clench and shudder. He was so hard and smooth, gliding against me, I almost came as a wave went through me.
“Please,” I said. “I can’t wait.”
“My goal is to take care of you, Darling, in every way you wish,” Luis said huskily. He plunged into me and thrusted hard. Then he pulled out, turned me around, and entered me from behind, filling me to the hilt while I gasped and began moaning. “Give it to me hard, Luis,” I said. “I want to feel all of you.”
“As you wish, Darling,” he said holding my long hair in his grip while plunging hard and fast into me in a strong steady rhythm until we were both screaming with pleasure.
I should have been spent, but with Luis, I was insatiable. He reached over to play with one of my nipples before putting it in his mouth and licking it. “How are you feeling?” he asked when he stopped.
I smiled wickedly and turned off the shower, “I want to ride that hard dick of yours,” I said, “until one of us can’t walk the next day.”
Luis laughed. “Non-stop, that’s what you are…I should’ve known. Andrew rarely sleeps. Are you like that?”
“Honey,” I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the shower. So what if we were wet. I laid down on the replica bed in my bedroom and open myself up to him. “Didn’t you say you love to eat pussy?”
Luis’ eyes narrowed with desire as he jumped onto me, his face buried between my legs, his mouth and tongue fucking me like I was his last meal.
“When it comes to this, Luis, I’m insatiable. Nat, uh Andrew, nor anyone in my family knows, I’m a sex addict. I can’t get enough, especially from hot young men like you.”
“Oh God, you are a man’s dream come true,” Luis grunted.
And this place, full of the most desirable virile healthy pussy-starved men; was going to be my dream come true. If Nat insisted I had to stay here to be kept safe, then I was going to enjoy myself thoroughly.
Chapter 6
Drew
I knew Nat was in the hospital, and I should be there with him, but Summer, my Summer had gone missing. At first I thought it was because of Nat…that Summer got cold feet, but knew she wouldn’t leave all of us hanging like that. She would at least leave a note. It’s been days, and my top team at Donovan Dynamics are doing all they could to trace her, to find anything on her. The last they saw of her from a satellite feed was after she visited Rachel for lunch
. Then no trace.
Gone. Without a trace.
Who were we dealing with? Some kind of damn ghost? But even ghosts leave trails. All I can do is have my team work on this while I go and try to retrace Summer’s steps and hope that Nat will wake up soon. As much as I hate to admit this, I needed Nat this time, to help locate Summer. He would know who has her, and what kind of crazy we are up against.
I know Summer’s been in trouble before, and I’ve always felt a connection to her that was unexplainable whenever she needed me.
I don’t know if it was some kind of soulmate connection or psychic connection or whatever, but for some reason, whenever she was in trouble, I had a knack of finding her just in time. I pray to God, I would get that vibe right now. I needed it now, to know she was okay, that she wasn’t hurt by some crazy maniacal asshole.
I needed to see her, to touch her, to feel her.
I missed her so much.
My poor Summer.
I swear whoever has her better be prepared to answer to me when I find them and make them pay.
First you try to kill my brother, sending him to the hospital, rendering him useless when I needed him to help find Summer, and now you’ve taken the only reason I’ve kept sane all these years. Summer was my natural antidote for that darkness I would fall into, that Nat and everyone else thought was depressions and mental illness.
Yes, I took my medication on and off, but mostly in the last ten years since Summer has been with me, been mine, made me the happiest man, no heck, person alive; I didn’t need it. She was my sunshine, my cure for the darkness.
“Any news, yet?” I asked Thompson, the head of “Discovery” as we called “Tracking” here.
“No, I’m sorry,” Thompson said. “Whoever has her knew how to keep her out of the radar, literally, and figuratively. She must have been kept in some kind of internet, cable, and phone-free environment. Our best hackers can’t even hack into any computers to use the webcams to check out private rooms.”
“Normally that is unethical and forbidden, Thompson,” I said, but here, we’re trying to find a missing person in a life or death situation.
“Do you want me to find her or not,” he asked matter-of-factly.
“Of course I do,” I said. “But…”
“The local authorities have been alerted to her disappearance, yet they haven’t even lifted a finger, and she’s been missing for days. Those are critical days, which anything could have happened to her then,” Thompson said.
“True,” I gave Thompson a nod, and said, “I leave it up to you. You’re in charge of the surveillance, and, as for me…” I put on my black jacket and dark jeans and combat boots. “I’m going to go see Nat.”
I walked out of the main tech room and down to the garage, pulling out my cell phone.
“Hi, I’m Drew Donovan, the brother of your patient. No, I’m not Andrew. I’m Drew. And he’s Nat, Nat Donovan…the patient with the head surgery conducted by Dr. Jones a few days ago?”
I grabbed a pistol from my private locker in the garage of the building, which Donovan Dynamics was headquartered. Now in Los Angeles, and closer to where Summer worked at the hospital. I placed the pistol in my holster under my jacket. Rachel and I had one to protect ourselves, being who we were as recognizable billionaire heirs. I rarely have it on me or near me, and I think Rachel threw hers away, refusing to live in fear or have a bodyguard constantly around her. But today was different. If they got Nat and took Summer, they might go after Rachel or I.
I lost the connection between my phone to the hospital in the garage and put it aside, while I pulled out of the garage in my black Mercedes. It was sedate and wouldn’t draw too much attention.
Once out of the garage, my phone found its connection again. “I’m sorry,” I said, reconnecting. “I’m Dr. Summer Jones’ fiancé, Drew Donovan. How is the patient he operated on for head injuries doing? What? You can’t find him? He’s missing? And the woman who was visiting him almost everyday…Rachel Donovan…she’s gone, too?”
I stepped on the gas, speeding my way through traffic to where, I had no clue. I just know I had to find them all. Nat, Nat, Nat, where could you be?
The last time I saw him was at the Blue Meridien Hotel, and he was in a hurry to leave. He did slip me his card, though, and what if, by some strange freak of natural coincidence, he would have his phone on him? I pulled out his card and punched in his number. And pray somehow it would lead to something.
The phone began ringing, and a young woman’s voice picked up.
“Hi,” she said. “Oh, sorry, I thought I picked up my phone,” she said almost to herself. “I must have that patron’s phone on me, pick it up by mistake. But he’s in the hospital, and well…Oops, I shouldn’t have picked up. May be some guy who’s after Eddie, too, like he was. Man, that Eddie, throwing me out like that after that earth-shattering sex we’ve just had, and in front of that Dr. Bitch he’s so goo goo over right now. What does she have that I don’t? Yes, nice boobs and hair, those pretty hazel eyes. So what? What was he trying to impress her for? She’s only bait…” seemed like she forgot the phone was on as she rambled on and on, which gave me enough time to locate where she was…
Right in Malibu, close to, I couldn’t believe it, Aunt Sookie’s Pad.
“What a dumb happy go-lucky name she has too. Sunny or something, he called her. God, I hate that bitch. She has Eddie wrapped up around her high-class Malibu Barb finger. She doesn’t deserve him. Not when she’s already got that billionaire boyfriend patron Andrew for a lover. What does she have that I don’t to live such a charmed life? I hate her. I hate her.”
I hung up. As much as I would like to keep the phone on to follow her trail, I could not stand that self-defeating depressed hate mojo she was spewing. I was already in a dark depression missing Summer after all. Don’t need some whiny ex-girlfriend of some Eddie mobster, which he seemed to be, making me feel further depressed.
I had memorized the last location she was in before hanging up.
Near Aunt Sookie’s place, but not right there, somewhere South of there.
I pulled out my tablet and did a satellite search of the location. It seemed to be coming from an affluent neighborhood nearby.
I did another search. Homes recently rented or sold there. The one address that popped up out of the two was an exact match of the location the phone pinpointed.
Bingo.
I pulled up my mobile computer and asked for the fastest way to that address, and sped my way through.
Chapter 7
Summer
Eddie practically pushed Brandi out the door when she tried to stay, after having full on sex in front of me. He shut and locked the door behind him, making sure she didn’t come back to the room, although I could hear her screaming angrily out his name in the hallway, and cussing up a storm about me, about him, and everything under the sun.
She kicked at the door, screamed, and even hit the door with a heavy object, trying to pry it open. Her phone rang outside, and she picked up, cussing and cursing the entire time to whoever was on the line. Finally, I could hear her heels clicking away down the hallway.
Eddie gave me an exasperated look and went to the window of his bedroom to look out. “Finally, that crazy bitch has left the building,” he said, shaking his head. “I should never have let her think I was interested in anything more than sex.”
He let out a big breath and said, “As you can see, Doctor, I deal with all kinds of people.”
“I see,” I said. “She seemed seriously into you. Was it all just one-sided?”
I didn’t know why I bothered asking him something so personal, but he looked vulnerable, human like just an ordinary guy at the moment, instead of someone who was holding me hostage against my will. Maybe there was some sympathetic person underneath all that tough exterior. If so, I would have a chance of getting out of this alive.
“No,” he said, “I saw her off and on whenever I came back from overseas.
I met her at the most exclusive gentleman’s club, The Blue Room, and although we’re not supposed to know each others’ real identities outside The Blue Room, we saw each other outside, and had the craziest sex. That woman was wild and into anything. I just didn’t think she’d get attached. I hate attachment. It gets in the way, and besides,” he said walking up to my chair where he had my hands tied behind my back, “I’m into another flavor right now.”
He leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips, pulled away and then kissed me again, running his long tongue along the inside of my mouth. “You taste spicy,” he said. “Yet sweet,” he licked his lips before pulling my head towards his and openly kissing me. His tongue diving in and playing with mine while pressing his hard body into mine. “Delicious,” he said, “Fresh and refreshing. I love this taste.” He straddled me, leaning my head back as he took full control of my mouth.
At this angle, my mouth was wide open as he delved in, sucked at my tongue, and began inhaling me as though he was trying to suck me in. The sensation was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and I needed to gasp for air, which opened my mouth further, and I inhaled more of him, his oxygen became mine, and I was breathing him in, feeling him breathe me into him.
It was so intimate, so erotic, I couldn’t help clenching between my legs, and then I felt his fingers between my legs, working me, circling me, as he deep kissed me.
I finally came into his hand, and moaned deeply into him, as he gave me a big wide grin. “Admit it,” he said. “I make you hot and wet. You want me, don’t you?”
He brought his fingers up to taste me and closed his eyes while he sucked each of his fingers dry. “You’re like fine wine, Doctor,” he said huskily against my skin. “Exquisite and rare. No wonder you have men lined up all around you. I noticed. And…” he closed his eyes. “I waited to sample you. I wanted to see what the fuss was all about, what Nat Donovan was so hung up over…the woman who meant so much to him, whom he would give up everything for. Now I’ve sampled you, and know why he does what he does to keep you safe and away from guys like me.”
