by Robyn, Amy
“What did you hear in his head?” I ask her. I find it hard to believe. If this came from anyone other than Hope, I would not have believed it.
“Let's just say he's not happy to have me out here.” She swallows hard and looks out the window. Shit is hitting the fan here. It is hard for me to contemplate that the chief would be involved. I know that all of mankind is capable of both good and evil. I just never thought it wold be someone I had always admired. I looked up to him. Not as a father but as a mentor.
“I know this has to be difficult for you.” She puts her hand on my thigh. I grasp her hand and give it a light squeeze.
“I never imagined any of this would be happening here. I really never thought the man who took me under his wing would be dirty.” I sigh at the feel of her soft skin and the enormity of the situation.
“It happens everywhere and unfortunately it is spreading like an out of control wild fire. With our justice system the way it is they feel they can get away with it. Sadly, they do most of the time.” I rub my thumb across the top of her hand.
“You sound bitter. You're supposed to be 'pro justice system'.” I can see the weariness in her eyes.
“I think I am a little bitter. I think after this case I will see if the Windwalker's need any help.” Her talking of staying permanently has me grinning from ear to ear. I hope she is serious, I would love to have her out of danger and in my bed every night. Shit, I am moving way to fast.
“I think they would love the help.” I pull up at my apartment and shut off the engine. I am nervous about what she will think of my place. I have it set up with all the latest BDSM devices. She is about to see just what a kinky fuck I am. I am shocked at the nervousness. I have brought many women here and never felt this way.
I open her door and help her out. I lead her into the gate and up the stairs to the third floor. I open my door and hold it open for her. The living room looks completely normal. It has a standard couch and love seat. A big flat screen television takes up all of one wall. I have all of the things that make it homey and inviting.
I stop just inside and pull her into my arms. I slam my lips down onto hers and pull her into my hardness. She tastes so fucking good, that my cock is jerking in my pants wanting free. I moan when her tongue starts dueling with mine. Everything about her calls to me. The light scent of vanilla and the way she tastes are so sweet. I want nothing more than to devour her for the entire night.
Everything about her is perfect. I can't wait any longer to see how she will react. I release her lips and try to calm my racing heart. We are both panting for breath. Jesus, this is intense. I have never felt anything like it.
I pull her behind me, down the hallway and open the heavy door to my BDSM room. I turn on the light and she gasps. Her eyes get big. So many emotions cross her face. The first is curiosity, but quickly fades into jealousy and then finally pain. Her eyes fill with tears and she turns and walks away. That floors me. I was not expecting that kind of reaction. I follow her back into the living room.
“I can't believe you would bring me here like you do all your other women.” She backs away from me. What the hell.
“I don't understand. I thought you wanted to come to my apartment and this is my apartment.” She backs all the way to the door.
“I thought I meant more to you than this. I know we have only just met but I thought you felt it too.” She turns the door knob and opens the door.
“The fact that you don't understand why this was wrong shows me you don't care for me in the same way. I am sorry I disturbed your life. Don't call me.” She walks out and shuts the door behind her. What the fuck just happened. I thought she was submissive. I guess I was wrong.
I walk back to the toy room and look inside of it as if through new eyes. If a woman I was falling for brought me here how would I feel? Fuck, I would want to kill every man that graced this room. I would be angry that she brought me to a place as a reminder that she had fucked others there. I pull my hair. I am such an idiot. I wouldn't blame her if she fucking hated me. It would be deserving.
I take off at a run out the door. I run down the stares and out of the gate just as a taxi pulls away.
“Hope.” I yell. She peers out at me from the back window with tears rolling down her cheeks. It cuts into my heart seeing her like that. What have I done?
I go back inside and back into the room. I look at the toys that I used to think were what gave me pleasure. Now just seeing them is a reminder, that all of the encounters that took place in this room, were empty. Empty and so lonely. I never connected to one of those women. The one woman I know with certainty, I could be happy with, just left and I feel more alone than ever.
Fuck this shit. I fly into a rage. I can't help it. I hate myself in this moment more than when my dad would treat me as if I were nothing. I am not worthy of such a perfect woman. Look at how I have to spank them and cuff them to get off. I start throwing things and breaking anything I can. I don't want to ever look at this shit again. It is all empty like I had been until this morning.
I finally snap out of it when there is a knock on my door. I go answer it. It's Dagger.
“I came as soon as I heard. What the hell happened?” He asks and then sees my bloody hands. He pushes me out of the way and enters my apartment. My breathing is still ragged. He walks back into my toy room and looks at the destruction. He shakes his head.
“You took her in here?” He looks over at me. I don't say a word. I just nod. He runs a hands through his hair in frustration.
“Psions don't like any reminders of past lovers. We are extremely possessive. This probably killed her.” Tell me something I don't know. I keep seeing her face out of the back window of that taxi. The look of utter devastation. It will haunt me for the rest of my life. I just hope I can have a chance to explain. I had not thought of how she would feel. I saw it as an opportunity to see if she was truly submissive.
“You wanted to see if she was a sub didn't you?” It is like the man can read my mind.
“Yes.” It sounds as though I'm speaking through gravel.
“You know most Psion women save themselves for their one, don't you?” There it is the final nail in my coffin. I fall onto my couch and groan as the weight of everything that happened comes crashing down on my head. I have always been jealous of the Windwalker guys because they have a One to look forward to. I wanted that myself. I have one and I treated her no different than I did all the women I had fucked.
I stand up and walk into the toy room again and start picking up the pieces and throwing it all away. It has to go. I want no reminder of what I just lost because of this shit. Dagger comes in and starts helping. That is why he is my best friend.
“You have to fight for her, you know? She can't survive without you.” Fuck. I forgot about that. I will fight for her until there is no breath left in my body. I just nod at Dagger and continue cleaning. I will give her tonight and hopefully she will see me in the morning.
Chapter 4. Dagger
I call Aaron as I am leaving James's house. It is almost ten in the morning. I feel like hell. I helped James clean up the mess he made and threw away the rest. I ended up falling asleep on his love seat. I am not a small man, so today I feel like I slept on a bed of nails.
“Hey Dagger.” Aaron answers.
“Have you seen Hope?” I ask him.
“I have not seen any of the women. I stayed with Forest last night. Sarah says Hope showed up last night and stayed the night.” Good. At least she wasn't alone.
“That's good.” I walk started my car.
“Sarah wants you to call her.” That is strange. Sarah and I have never been very chatty. I like her don't get me wrong, but she is closer to Gage.
“Alright, I will give her a call.” I back out of the parking space and pull out onto the street.
“Don't flirt with her.” Aaron growls. They all think I am flirting when I am just being friendly. I laugh as I hang up. I dial Sarah.
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nbsp; “Dagger, thank goodness. I need you to go pick up Faith from the airport. Her flight gets in at ten.” Shit, I would have to go there now.
“Seriously? Why isn't Hope picking her up?”
“She had things she needed to do this morning and asked if we could go. I thought I would be able to but I am having horribly bad morning sickness.” I groan. Do I even have a choice?
“Alright, I will do it.” I hate leaving James for that long. I will call Graham and see if he can.
Of course Graham couldn't. He just got his One back and they are having brunch with her parents. Lucky bastard. I hurry to the airport.
Half an hour later I am standing in front of the terminal. Waiting for Faith, Hope's sister. I watch the arrivals as they exit the plane. I hope she looks like her sister so I will know it is her. I curse Graham for having plans this morning. James needs me. We have always been there for each other. A woman steps out that looks exactly like Hope. I mean a carbon copy. Twins. I had no idea.
She looks up and sees me. Our eyes meet and it is as though I am falling into her. A overwhelming sense of peace envelopes me. I feel as if I could get lost in her eyes and happily never return. Bliss, utterly and completely. She walks over to me and I follow her with my eyes. I can't look away even if I wanted to. She is mesmerizing with her long black hair and the sway of her hips as she walks. I am thankful as hell that Graham had plans this morning. Faith Fallen is my One.
“Faith.” I say barely above a whisper. She smiles and puts out her hand.
“Yes and you are?” Shit I didn't even introduce myself.
“Dagger Windwalker. Your sister asked me to pick you up. Well not your sister exactly but my sister in law who couldn't make it..” Shit I am rambling. She giggles and I feel it travel all the way through my body.
“I am happy to meet you Dagger. So you know you are my One?” No beating around the bush with this one. I like that. I like that a lot.
“Yes and you are mine.” Fuck, that even sounds possessive. She sighs and wraps her arms around me. I breathe in her scent and feel myself grow so impossibly hard. Jesus, this woman has kick. She should come with a warning label, 'scent causes spontaneous erections'. The feel of her soft plush breast against my solid chest is perfection. I pull her head back and kiss her softly on the lips. Shit, so not the place. I pull back before it gets me into trouble. She trembles slightly and I nearly cum in my pants. I shit you not.
I didn't believe the stories about the intensity between Ones. I do now. My heart is racing, I am sweating and my cock is punching out a Morris code on my zipper. It's saying let me at her. I think to myself, “Behave dick”...
I feel as if I am a green teenager, seeing breast for the first time. I have no control over this response. It is more invigorating than frightening though. I thought Hope was beautiful but Faith is even better. I know they are identical but this one has a special spark to her. Probably because she is mine.
“Let's get your bag.” I say as I lead her to the carousal with my hand at the small of her back . I try to get some control over my body. Yeah, like that's going to happen.
I grab her bag and we head out to my car. I pop the trunk and put her luggage inside. I open her door for her. I give her no space so that she has to slide against me. I just can't seem to help myself. I need to touch her. I climb in the other side as she does her seat belt.
“You know your staying with me right?” It's only fair that I lay it out for her. There is no way in hell I am dropping her off at her hotel. I will not spend another lonely night in my bed. I have found my one and I will not be parted from her. Thank goodness she is a Psion. She understands what we are to one another.
“Of course. I just need to stop by and talk to my sister. She left me a strange voice mail last night. I could hardly understand what she was saying. She was crying.” Fucking James, I think to myself. In his defense, he has no idea how us Psions are about our Ones. He treated her the same as he has every woman he has ever dated. A Psion wants to be as special to their One as They are to them. I should have told James not to take her to his place. I was distracted with this case.
My brother's One is out there someone having god knows what done to her. I have been a bit preoccupied. James is like a brother to me and I feel as if I have failed him.
“Her One is my best friend. He doesn't understand what it is to be a One to a Psion. He made a mistake. I understand her being upset, but James is new to this.” I sigh. Could this day get more strange. I am so happy I found my One and I want my best friend to be just as happy.
“What happened?” She asks.
“He took her to his place.... lets just say it is set up for... uh..... He likes things a certain way.” Her brow raises as she looks over at me. She groans.
“Don't tell me he took her to a place that he takes other women?” Shit.
“He did, but like I said he doesn't understand the way a Psion thinks. Human women don't care.” She rolls her eyes at that.
“Human women just don't say anything. Believe me, no woman likes to be treated as if she is one of many.” She has a point. I am worried about James. I have never seen him like he was last night. He cares deeply for Hope already. It just shows that our imprinting works both ways. We always thought it was one sided until our scientists recently have proven otherwise. Too bad Graham hadn't known that a couple of years ago.
We get to the hotel and I help her out of the car. I take her hand as we walk from the car and into the lobby. I run my hand up her back, under her shirt. She hums softly as if she loves my touch. I pull her into me for a quick kiss before we go to her sister's room. Her lips are so fucking soft. I lick her lips until her lips part and her tongue tangles with mine.
“What the fuck!” I hear a shout. I pull back and look up into a very angry face. James is looking between us. His face is red with anger and staring at our hands that are still clasped together. Fuck. He thinks Faith is Hope.
“James, I can explain...” Before I can finish my sentence, he has pulled back his fist and punches me in the jaw. The lights blinks several times and then dims. I fall forward like a falling tree. Lights out.
Chapter 5.
I catch Dagger before he hits the ground and lay him down on the ground. I look over at Hope. I want to see if she even looks at me. She kneels down beside Dagger and brushes the hair away from his face. I jerk as my heart crumbles to the floor. I hit my brother and I lost the one woman I felt I could love.
I turn and walk out the door. I pull my phone out and call Gage. I tell him Dagger needs him at the hotel and I drive around trying to calm myself for a little while. How can she do this to me? I know I fucked up. I know what I did was stupid. I really thought I had found what I had been looking for, for so long. I was happy for a moment in time. How can I be her One if she can move on this quickly? Was it all a lie?
I pull up at the precinct. I will bury myself in work and try to forget for a while. I am almost to the front doors when I hear Dagger call out to me. Fuck. I don't want to do this here. I turn and walk toward him so we are at least out of ear shot from the front door.
“You just couldn't wait to hop in the sack with my best friend could you?” I shout at Hope. She doesn't even flinch. Could she hurt me more?
“Calm down James before you say more things you will regret. This is......” I interrupt what I am sure is a convincing speech to most suckers. I though am not a sucker.
“Was she worth it? Probably not.” I say to Dagger.
“She is not....”
“She is not what? A slut. Yeah I think she is. So much for me being your One. What a bunch of bull shit.” I shout at Hope.
“I am the slut. I saw your apartment last night. Your the slut. I never lied to you James.” I hear from behind me. What the fuck. I turn and see Hope. I look back at the other woman and do a double take. No! No no no.
“Wait.” I take a step and grab Hope's arm as a loud crack sounds.
Pain shoots through m
y leg as I take Hope to the ground. I protect her with mine as I cover her as much as I can. The pain in my leg intensifies. I moan. Hope pushes me off of her and turns me over. She pulls my belt from the loops in my pants and pulls it tight around my upper leg. Another spear of pain spikes through my legs as she cinches it tightly. I am in and out of consciousness. I hear Hope crying. I hear Dagger shouting into the phone and then I am lying on a softer surface. I hear a soft voice in my head.
“You want to go to sleep.” It says. It sounds vaguely like Hope. Yes, I will do what ever she asks of me. I do want to go to sleep. I am so tired.
Chapter 6.
I would do anything to rewind time and change what happened. Seeing him fall to the ground. All of that blood seeping from the wound on his leg. I would take his place. Faith cuddles into my side. Okay maybe I wouldn't trade places because I would not want her going through what Hope is going through now.
Thank goodness Graham showed up when he did and we were able to get him to Gage so quickly. I shudder and Faith squeezes me tighter. I kiss the top of her head.
I watch as Gage works on James. What if he doesn't make it. The thought alone is almost enough to send me to my knees. I love James as a brother but more than most brothers. It is almost as if we have twin souls. It only makes sense that we ends up with twins as our Ones. Maybe that is the reason that we have been drawn together.
Gage lifts his head and I lean in as Graham does also.
“He'll be fine.” He said before passing out. Shit. I have never seen Gage pass out after healing. James must have been close to death. I shudder again.
Graham and I carry him back to his car to a worried woman. Ashley looks pale. She and James just found out they are siblings a little over five months ago. She is also five months pregnant. I lean in and kiss her cheek as she puts Gage's head in her lap. I walk back over to James and the twins.
