Psionics Box Set 1-7

by Robyn, Amy

  “Hey” The guy says when I stop her. I just keep glaring at the fuck-wad that is with her until he walks away. Something doesn't seem right. She says nothing as I sit her at the bar and ask the bartender for some water. I hold it up to her mouth for her to drink. She responds very little and the water dribbles down her chin and on to her shirt. I am somehow able to dig my phone out and call the chief. Having him on speed dial helps.

  “Hey Chief, this is Aaron, I have Amber and we are at Blue moon. I think she's been roofied. I was able to grab her before some guy could lead her outside.”

  “What the hell is she doing there? She is supposed to be studying.” She is starting to slump a little. I have to put my arm around her to keep her from falling over.

  “I have no idea sir.” I'm trying to talk, but I'm struggling now just to keep her on her seat.

  “I will be there in ten minutes. Meet me out front.” He hangs up. No “thank you” or “please”. It's a good thing for him that I need to keep him happy, or I would put him in his place. A lot of our business comes from consulting with the police on various cases. I will hold my tongue.

  She finally comes to a little and I am thankful for that. Maybe I won't have to carry her. Not that she weighs much, but still. She leans into me and moans. What the fuck. She tries to pull my head down to kiss me. I look away and meet Sarah's eyes. She looks so sad. Fuck! Could this night get any worse. I push her back into the seat.

  “Cut the shit, Amber.” She just giggles and slumps over. I sit her back against the bar.

  I look back up and Gage is coming at me looking like he is going to kill me.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” He asks.

  “It's Amber. The chief is on his way to get her. She has been roofied.” Gage turns to look at Amber, and her obvious drunken/drugged state.

  “Shit.” He says.

  “Do you honestly think that I would walk away from my one, for anything?” I shake my head. I am disappointed that my brother thinks so little of me.

  “Sarah said you were making out with someone over here. What was I supposed to think.”

  “That I would never fuck up things with my one like that. I haven't so much as kissed let alone touched a woman in two years. You think I would start tonight when I have waited so long to finally be with her.”

  “I'm sorry dude, but you have been fucking things up with her.” He has a point, but to even kiss another woman. I would never even consider it. I would consider it cheating, even though we weren't technically together at the time. How could I want anyone else? Sarah is perfection in my eyes.

  “Help me get her outside and into the chief's car. I will get Sarah to understand.” I hope. We get her outside just as the chief pulls up. Gage helps me get a limp and unbending Amber into the car. The chief looks fit to be tied. I would be too if this were my daughter.

  “I'm taking her to the emergency room. Can you describe the guy leading her outside.” I nod and begin to describe him to the chief but I know he needs a statement.

  “I will come to the station in the morning to give you details. I have people here,now, tonight, that I need to look after.” The chief shakes his head as he looks in at his daughter.

  “I will probably be at the hospital most of the night anyway.” He looks back at me as he reaches for the car door.

  “I'm thankful that you were here tonight. Who knows what would have happened.” He shakes my hand. That's a good enough thank you. He climbs in to the car and drives away. I walk back in with Gage and head in the girl's direction. We're walking by the dance floor and suddenly he stops. He is staring at a woman with long straight black hair. Her back is to us so I can't make out much else. I am about to ask him if she is the one, when she turns around. My brother makes a strange noise. It is somewhere between a moan and a sigh. Yep, she's his one. I remember going through the same thing a couple of years ago. I leave him to it. I have my own to win over, now more than ever. I walk back to the table. I know I will have my work cut out for me.

  I just helped the chief, at a huge expense. I can not lose her. I will do whatever it takes.

  Chapter 2. Sarah

  “You have got to be kidding me”. That is the thought running through my mind as I watch the man I have been infatuated with for two years hanging all over some blonde bimbo. She is throwing herself at him and he seems to be eating it up. I have tried everything to move on. I even dated a guy for a couple months in hopes that sooner or later I would feel even half the attraction for him that I do for Aaron.

  When that didn't work, I even tried making him jealous by flirting with his brother. I knew Gage felt nothing for me, and so I felt safe flirting. Tonight was going like I had dreamed, and then this happens. He was showing me attention. Holding my hand. Why did this have to happen. I'm starting to think I have a curse.

  Why? What does she have that I don't? She pulls him down for a kiss and I can't look away. I want to, but I seem to be frozen. He looks up suddenly. Our eyes meet and I quickly look away again. That's it. I can not, and will not put myself though this anymore.

  I get back to the table and slide into the booth.

  “Where is he?” Gage asks, as though I am Aaron's keeper. I try to act nonchalant.

  “Making out with some girl at the bar.” I look at my nails. Feigning disinterest. Gage looks pissed and so does Jenna. Gage jumps up and storms off.

  “I'm sure it just looks that way. I haven't seen my brother even date in a couple of years.” My heart races at that statement, but I quickly dismiss it as wishful thinking.

  “You can look like you don't care all you want, but I know you do.” Jenna says. I look up at her a little to quickly.

  “I don't know what your talking about.” I try once again too sound casual, but I feel my voice betraying me.

  “Bull shit. We've been best friends for a long time. I know you've had a crush on him for a while.” I groan and drop my head in my hands. Shit. Now I feel guilty for not talking to her about it sooner.

  We have been friends a long time, since we were freshmen in high school. Both awkward, and tall for girls our age. Guys didn't notice us until our junior year. They finally outgrew us and we actually started looking up to talk, instead of down. Jenna, especially, received a lot of male attention. Still does as far as I can tell.

  I never told her about my feelings for Aaron. I knew if I told her, she would just tell me he was too old for me. She would be right too. He is nearly eleven years older than me. I know this in my mind, but my heart and body can't be convinced. I have tried. I have even let a couple of guys kiss me. Useless, totally useless. My body wants only him. I will probably die a virgin. Jenna has told me that she is saving herself for her true love. I always claimed to be doing the same. When in reality, I feel I have already met him, and he just doesn't want me and I'm too stupid to move on.

  “You know he hasn't been on a date since he met you. Isn't that a big coincidence?” She says with a smirk and my stupid heart flutters again. Useless muscle. He could never want a silly girl. I know he said he didn't like boys watching me, but it was most likely in a big brother way. I don't answer her, I'm afraid of my own voice.

  I look out toward the dance floor and my eyes collide with Aaron's. I look quickly away, because I still have the vision of that other woman in his arms. He slides into the booth next to me. God, does he have to smell good too? As though his looks weren't enough to make my palms sweat already. I feel the all to familiar flutter in my stomach.

  “Where's Gage?” Jenna asks Aaron.

  “He helped me get Amber out to the chief's car. She has been roofied. Some guy was dragging her out of here. Thank goodness I recognized her, or who knows what would have happened?” Could it have been a misunderstanding?

  “How did the chief take it?” Jenna asked.

  “He's pissed of course, but seriously concerned. Wants me to come by the station in the morning to give a statement.”

  “Why isn't Gage back?”
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  “He stopped to dance with a girl he couldn't take his eyes off of.” He winked at Jenna and she beamed and bounced in her seat. Weird she acts like her brother won the lottery or something.

  I told Gage on the way here that I had been using him to make someone jealous. I didn't tell him that it was his brother, but somehow I think he knew. Not that he ever let me get carried away with the flirting. I felt safe in doing it because of that reason. I'm glad he's my friend. They continue to talk and I tune them out a bit. I concentrate on the music. I love to dance and find myself swaying in my seat.

  Gage is walking toward the table with a beautiful Native American girl. She has long straight black hair and unique honey colored eyes. I smile at them and Aaron gets up to go talk with them.

  Is he flirting with her now? Jesus, it must just be me. Well fuck this. I'm going to dance. I walk away and out onto the dance floor just as one of my favorite songs starts playing. I sway my hips and start getting into the rhythm.

  Arms wrap around me. I know I should tell the guy to go away, but I'm pissed and allow the guy to pull me back into him. We sway and move our hips to the rhythm. He pulls me back into him and for the first time in my life I am not repulsed to feel an erection. See, I don't need Aaron after all. This guy is able to turn me on. The song changes and he turns me to face him. Well, fuck me. It's Aaron. Why does it always have to be Aaron? Why can no other man do it for me?

  I give in to the moment and wrap my arms around him. He pulls me in so close there is no space between us. I lay my head against his chest as he gently rocks me to the music. He takes turns, stroking my back and then running his fingers through my hair. I look up into his green eyes, and they are burning with desire. My breath hitches in my throat. He wants me. As if the erection poking me in the stomach was not enough. He leans down and whispers in my ear.

  “You smell so fucking good, princess.” It's like he has poured a bucket of cold water on me. I jerk away and walk to the bar. I hate being called princess. My step mom calls me princess, but always sarcastically and always when my dad pays any attention to me. I associate that princess means spoiled and I am most assuredly not spoiled. My dad actually pays very little attention to me. In reality my step sister is the pampered one.

  While I was a child my real mother was busy serial dating to pay me any mind. She kept me during the school year and my dad had me all summer. When my mother died at the beginning of my freshmen year I moved in with my dad permanently.

  That's when I met Jenna. Jenna saw me sitting alone at lunch and came and sat with me. I was so shy and unsure of myself back then, and my step family didn't help with any of it. My step sister started a rumor ahead of time, before I even started school that I was a pampered princess, and so I was snubbed by a lot of people at the school. Jenna, who generally likes to form her own opinion, befriended me. I slowly came out of my shell around her. I am to this day thankful of her friendship. It has meant everything to me.

  I get to the bar and order a coke. I'm not much of a drinker. I sip it until arms wrap around me. I turn to chew Aaron out for what he called me. It isn't Aaron. I push this guy back.

  “I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else.” He says. I am not at all convinced. It sounds like bullshit. I cross my arms over my chest.

  “Dance with me, just once at least, and I will buy you whatever you want to drink.” As if I am hard up. I think about it this way though, I can piss off Aaron. Win for me. I allow him to take my hand and he leads me back onto the dance floor. I guide him close to the VIP section, so we can be seen.

  He pulls me into his arms, and I have to fight my instincts just to stay in his arms. I would like nothing more than to knee him in the balls. He makes matters worse by trying to touch my ass. We are half way through the song when he is suddenly yanked away.

  I look at him a few feet away now, and he looks stunned. Aaron is coming toward us, fast. The guy stumbles back and puts his hands up in a surrender. Aaron pulls me into him. I look up into his eyes and I can see his anger. I actually flinch slightly.

  “Please don't flinch, I would never hurt you.” He says. I look back up at him and see he is frowning and looking concerned. He starts swaying to the music and pulls me in closer.

  “Why did you run away earlier?” He asks.

  “Why did you call me princess?” I ask with a hiss, instead of answering.

  “Because you're beautiful and sweet. It's a term of endearment. It's what my dad calls my mother.” I swallow. Oh god, that is so sweet. I can learn to like princess if he calls me that, for those reasons.

  “You haven't answered my question.” He says.

  “My step mom calls me a pampered princess. She says I am spoiled.” I look away from his penetrating eyes.

  “I don't have to call you that, not if you don't like it.” Saying this makes me feel a bit foolish.

  “No, I actually like how you define it.” I tell him. I turn red and lay my head against his chest. I feel so stupid for making such a big deal out of it. I just hate the reminder of how things are at home. If it wasn't for Jenna I would've gone insane. His fingers sift through my hair as we sway to the music. I could certainly get used to this. When the song ends. He pulls me off the dance floor.

  “I will be right back. Will you meet me back at the table. I will only be gone a moment. My back teeth are floating.” I laugh at the way he says he has to pee. I shake my head. Men.

  “Go. I'll be at the table.” I laugh as I turn away. I am almost back to my seat when the guy I danced with earlier steps in front of me.

  “I promised you a drink.” He hands me a glass, but I wave my hand in a “get away” gesture.

  “No thank you. I don't drink.” I tell him.

  “Oh come on, just live a little.” He hands me the drink. I grab it before it sloshes all over me.

  “Thanks.” I start to walk away but a hand stops me.

  “I want to watch you enjoy this drink. I had it made especially for you.” He smirks, and what Aaron said earlier hits me. This guy roofied this drink and is trying to get me to drink it.

  “What is it called?” I'm just buying a little time until Aaron finds me.

  “Uh..... Beautiful... yeah it's called beautiful.” I want to tell him how pathetic he is, but I don't. I tighten my lips around the glass and pretend to drink.

  “What the fuck.” Aaron says. Thank goodness. I turn to him.

  “He bought me a drink he had especially made for me.” I tell him as I widen my eyes and tip my head toward the guy. The guy is trying to back away into the crowd. He grabs the guy by the back of the neck.

  “Hey baby, can you go grab my jacket for me. My keys are in there.” Aaron asks me. I nod, but before I can take a step he says.

  “Meet us out front please.” He shouts. I take off to the table. I grab his jacket and my purse.

  “I had a wonderful time. Your brother is giving me a ride home.” I tell Jenna. She smiles and kisses my cheek.

  “Good luck.” She says with a wink. Gage and the pretty girl are making out so I don't even bother saying goodbye to them. I race across the club and out the front door. Aaron has the guy pinned to the wall face first and he's emptying his pockets. He turns him back around, and holds up a small clear plastic bag with gray capsules in it.

  “Where did you get these?” He shouts in his face.

  “Those aren't mine man. I'm holding them for Jason.” He says squirming in Aaron's hold.

  “Liar! You were about to give my woman some.” His woman. I like the sound of that. Not the time, I remind myself. The guy doesn't even reply. He knows he's busted.

  “Sweetheart, can you get my phone out of my pocket for me.” I walk over to him.

  “Which pocket?”

  “Front right.” I move in beside him and slide my hand into his pocket. This is oddly sexual. My nipples harden and I gasp as I feel his hardening cock with my fingers. I hurry and grab his phone and slide it out. I am actually panting a little. Oh, ho
w embarrassing. I feel my face flush as I hand it to him. He holds down the number nine button. He tells the person that answers to send someone out to Blue moon.

  About ten minutes later a police car pulls up. Aaron walks the guy over and explains the situation. They put the guy in the back seat. Aaron watches the car pull away and walks back over to me.

  Before I can say anything I am being lifted into his arms and his mouth comes down on mine. I moan and this allows his tongue to slip inside my mouth. I have never felt anything like it. He consumes me with his lips and tongue. The same way he has consumed my mind since the first day we met. I want more.

  I stroke my tongue with his and then suck his tongue into my mouth. He moans and grinds his hard shaft into my barely covered pussy. My dress is pushed up to my hips. Anyone could see us like this, and for once in my life, I couldn't care less. I push down, increasing the friction. He lets me grind against him a few times before he pulls away. I whimper. He stares into my eyes for a moment.

  “You're suffering princess. Don't worry I will take care of you.” He doesn't even set me down, he just carries me as he walks us to his car. He opens the passenger door and sets me gently inside. He gives me a quick peck on the lips before shutting the door. He walks around and climbs in. He leans his seat back and looks at me.

  He pulls me over the gear stick, onto his lap and kisses me again. I lose myself to his touch.

  Chapter 3. Aaron

  I'm in heaven. The way she tastes. The way she feels. This is what it's like to find that one person that makes your heart beat faster. She smells as good as she tastes. I lick her lips once more before moving to her neck. She tastes good here too. I moan when she grinds against me again. I can't take much more of this friction before I embarrass myself.

  I run my hand up her thigh until I feel the heat of her pussy. I pull her panties aside and run my finger over her lips. I part her petals and delve into the moisture in search of her clit. I know I have found it when she bucks her hips. I rub her little button in circles. She is making the sexiest fucking sounds I have ever heard. I have to stop myself from releasing my cock and thrusting into her. The only thing that stops me is that I don't want our first time to be in a car.