"Where are we going?" she asked with a befuddled look on her face. I said nothing as I stopped in front of the door and glanced around to make sure no on was looking. I turned the knob, and it was unlocked. I hastily opened the door and dragged Sydney in behind me. "Jensen, what the hell are we doing in here?" she asked in confusion as I closed the door behind us and flipped the light on. The room was only around six or seven feet square and there weren't any coats to be seen, just a lot of empty hangers. A good sign no one would be stepping in here anytime soon.
"Shh, baby," I whispered as I pushed her backwards against the only wall that didn't have hanger rods on it. "Someone might hear us." I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her with passion and purpose this time. I felt her hands push against my chest for only a moment and then wrap around my neck as she began kissing me back. I moaned as her fingers pulled the hair on the back of my head.
I grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up until her nude lace bra was exposed. I pulled the cups down until her breasts spilled out of them, and I began rolling her nipples between the thumb and index finger of each hand. Sydney sighed and pushed her chest toward me in encouragement. I leaned down and took her right nipple in my mouth. I sucked on it hard and then swirled my tongue around it. Sydney moaned uncontrollably, and I paused to look up at her face. Her head fell back against the wall, her mouth slack with pleasure. I clamped my teeth down gently on her nipple, and I watched her gasp in surprise. I straightened and spun her around to face away from me. I grabbed her hands and pressed her palms to the wall above her head, then pulled her toward me until she was bent at the waist. I leaned down over her to nuzzle my nose into her neck.
"Don't move your hands," I growled into her left ear, my lips teasing the sensitive skin there. She moaned in response. I took one of her breasts in each hand and kneaded them with gentle pressure as I licked and sucked on her earlobe. She pushed her hips backwards until she was rubbing herself against my denim covered cock. I swore softly into her ear. "Tease," I murmured to her and nipped her ear a little harder. Sydney whined softly, arching her back and tilting her hips up to me.
"Oh, please," she whispered, her body practically vibrating with her need.
"Please, what?" I asked breathlessly.
"Touch me. Touch me, please," she begged shamelessly, her body starting to tremble. I lowered my own trembling hands to her waist and began unbuttoning her jeans. I lowered the zipper and dipped my hand down past the elastic waistband of her panties. My fingers slid down between the folds of her sex to find her soaking wet. Her body shuddered against me, and I unconsciously thrust my hips into her.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me," I groaned and bit the back of her neck. I found her clit and began moving my finger over it in slow measured circles. Her body tensed, and she moaned with pleasure. "Shh, not so loud, baby. What if someone walks in here and sees me touching you, fucking you?" I whispered harshly. Her answering whine was quiet, yet so needy it was making it hard for me to control myself. "I'm going to let you come now, but you need to be quiet. Can you do that for me, baby?"
"Y...yes, Jensen," she whispered raggedly. I added another finger against her clit and began circling faster with firm pressure. Her hips thrust forward into my hand as the pressure built higher and higher inside her, her body practically vibrating with her approaching climax. Her breath caught for a fraction of a second, her body tensing, and then she fell apart for me. Her mouth clamped shut, and a low keening whine escaped her lips as she came, her body convulsing and bucking against mine. I moved my fingers to her entrance and felt her get even wetter as she came.
"Fuck, yes," I whispered as I gripped her hip with my free hand and thrust my hips against her again. "That's my good girl." She whined again at my words, and my control was gone. I grabbed the sides of her jeans and tugged them and her panties to her knees. I undid my belt and jeans hastily, pushing them down far enough to pull my erection out, gripping the shaft and stroking myself in anticipation. I pressed my hand between her shoulder blades and bent her further, her hands sliding down the wall, and began teasing her pussy with the head of my cock. "Do you want me to fuck you, Sydney? Fuck you right here where anyone could walk in and see us?" My voice came out a raspy hiss, filled with my insane need for her.
"Yes, yes, yes," she whispered, her voice desperate for me.
"Yes, what?" I growled out between clenched teeth as I gripped the back of her neck firmly in one hand, still circling the head of my penis around her soaked entrance. Her breath shuddered out of her with a long sigh as her body gave in to me.
"Yes, Jensen. Yes, sir," she moaned softly, and I lost my mind, slamming my cock into her suddenly, making her rise up on her toes from the force of it. She opened her mouth to scream, and I put my hand over her mouth as I held perfectly still inside her, muffling the sound as much as I could.
"Shh, baby," I whispered. "Quiet, remember? You don't want me to have to stop, do you?" She shook her head violently against the hand still covering her mouth. "Good girl."
I moved my hand away from her mouth, gripped both her hips in my hands, and started thrusting in and out of her slowly and deeply. She was so wet and tight and warm inside that my tenuous hold on myself started slipping almost immediately; the powerful rush of my impending orgasm already threatening to rip me apart. I had to stop again to regain control. Sydney whined and pushed her hips back into me.
"Don't move, Sydney," I groaned. "I'm holding on by a thread here." I gasped for air as I fought for control.
"I don't care," she growled. "Just fuck me. Fuck me, please. Sir."
"Fuck," I snarled at her words, and the thread snapped. I slammed into her again and again, heedless of where we were or that someone might hear us. There was only her and how good it felt inside her, the way she was contracting around me as she started to come, her body seizing and her back arching toward me. This time she clamped her mouth shut, her voice humming out in a long whine as she came violently. I followed right behind her; my entire body jerking as my orgasm blew me apart, my voice snarling through clenched teeth. "Fuck. Fuck, yes."
When I came back to earth, I was shocked that we were both still standing upright. I reached my hands up to the wall and covered Sydney's hands with mine, lacing our fingers together. I kissed her neck and hummed with pleasure against her skin. She moaned quietly at the sensation.
"Love you," she mumbled between breaths. The words sent a shiver through me.
"Love you too, baby," I whispered back and kissed her neck again. How did she keep blowing my mind like this? Sex with her was like nothing I had ever known before. Each time it was like a revelation, a reinvention of the union between two people that sex could and should be. I snorted out loud. She was turning me into a hippie romantic.
"What?" she asked as she let her head fall back against mine.
"Just can't get over how fucktastic you are," I said with a quiet laugh. I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her tight. Her answering laugh was deep and warm, and felt like a caress on my ears. I pulled out of her and let her stand up straight. "We should get the fuck out of here," I said as I pulled her jeans up. She turned and nodded to me as she zipped them up and buttoned them. Her face was still flushed from her orgasm, her eyes a little glassy and far away. She pulled her bra cups up where they belonged, and I tugged her shirt down for her. Then I took a moment to put myself back together.
Sydney looked at the closed door and back at me, sudden embarrassment rushing across her face. "How are we going to get out of here without anybody knowing what we were doing?" she asked me. I walked past her and eased the door open a crack. Fuck, the cashier was standing at the counter again. A customer stood in front of her with his back to us. I closed the door and looked at Sydney with resignation.
"We're not," I said firmly. She looked horrified, and I took her hand and kissed it. "Trust me." She looked dubious for a beat and then nodded once in determination. I kept her hand in mine and cracked the door ope
n again. The customer was just leaving, so I waited until he was gone and the cashier was alone. "Stay behind me," I whispered to Sydney.
I took a deep breath and pushed the door open wide. I walked out with long determined strides and made a beeline for the exit. I could feel Sydney tighten her grip on my hand as I dragged her along behind me. The cashier looked up in surprise as we walked toward her. I made direct eye contact with her and held it as her eyes widened in realization. I gave her a huge shit-eating grin and winked slowly at her as we walked past. She just stood there with her mouth hanging open as I ushered Sydney out the front door ahead of me.
"Have a nice day," I heard her mumble as the door closed behind us. Sydney and I ran laughing out to my truck through the rain, neither of us caring as it soaked into our clothes. I opened the passenger door for her and helped her climb in, both of us smiling at each other like lunatics as I closed the door. I ran around the vehicle, climbed in next to her, and pulled the door shut. I turned to her and my breath caught at how beautiful she was, even with rain soaked hair and her eye makeup starting to run. Her smile was pure joy, and it made things in my chest clench with a bone deep need that had nothing to do with sex. I leaned toward her, and she met me halfway as I kissed her. When I pulled away her eyes glittered with affection, and in a jarring moment of absolute clarity I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life seeing that gorgeous face, every, single, day.
We drove up to my work site a little while later. I needed to go see how bad the damage was and Sydney didn't seem to mind the side trip. The rain still hadn't stopped, and the place looked like a quagmire of mud as I pulled up to the mobile office and parked next to my uncle's truck.
"It's pretty muddy. You could wait in the truck or the office?" I asked her after shutting off the vehicle. "I don't want you to have to walk through all that muck if you don't want to."
She looked out the windshield and wrinkled up her nose in distaste. "Is anybody in the office?"
"Uncle Mathias is probably in there," I told her, curious about how he would respond to seeing Sydney. He was a shameless flirt, but harmless. Sydney would probably get a kick out of meeting him.
"I get to meet more of your family?" she asked with a smile. I nodded. "The office it is then," she said with a nod. She pulled down the sun visor and looked in the mirror. "Holy shit! Why didn't you tell me I looked like a drowned raccoon?"
"I think you look gorgeous," I answered her with a grin. She snorted and shook her head. She started rubbing under her eyes with her fingers. "There are some napkins in the glove box," I told her helpfully. She grabbed them out of the glove box and spent a few moments wiping the smudges from under her eyes. She pulled a brush out of her purse and ran it through her hair until it was untangled again, the soft dark waves falling down around her shoulders and framing her perfect face.
"How's that?" she asked as she looked at me expectantly.
"Still gorgeous," I told her and caressed her cheek with my fingertips. She smiled brightly, and I was filled with a longing to hold her and never let her go.
"Alright, let's do this," she announced with determination.
We both climbed out of the truck into the rain and raced across the small gravel parking area, up the metal steps, and I opened the door there to let us into the office. Uncle Mathias was sitting at his desk talking on his cell phone with a grim expression that changed into a smile when he saw that I wasn't alone.
"I have to go. Can I call you back?" he said. "Someone I need to talk to just walked in." A pause and then. "Sure, I'll be here." He ended the call as he stood up then came around his desk and walked over to us. His eyes locked on Sydney as a huge grin spread across his lips. "Jensen, who's this lovely lady with you?"
"This is my girlfriend, Sydney Harper," I answered him, realizing with a jolt that this was the first time I had called her that. "Sydney, meet my uncle, Mathias Hayes."
Her eyes lit up as she glanced at me for a second, acknowledging her new title. Then she turned her heart-stopping smile on my poor uncle. "It's really nice to meet you," she said and reached out to shake his hand. Mathias' eyes glittered mischievously as he took her hand and lifted it to his lips to kiss the back of her hand. Sydney blushed slightly at the chivalrous gesture, and a sudden surge of possessive rage filled me. I had to tamp down the urge to punch him in the face. That was a first for me. I had never felt that way before when Mathias flirted with the other women I had dated, but then everything was different with Sydney. I put an arm around her as he released her hand and glared at him. His amused and knowing grin didn't help.
"So what's a sophisticated woman like you doing with this knucklehead?" Mathias asked her teasingly. I rolled my eyes. I forgot his favorite past time of harassing me in front of my girlfriends.
"I keep him around so that I have something pretty to look at," Sydney responded immediately with a smirk, "and for occasional heavy lifting of course."
"What a coincidence, that's the same reason we keep around here," Mathias said with a glance at me. I glowered at him, but the two of them ignored me.
"I'm surprised that he can string two words together most of the time," Sydney said with a resigned sigh. Mathias burst out laughing while I continued glaring at them both.
"Oh, I like her, Jensen," Mathias said as he finally looked at me with a huge grin. "I like her a lot."
"Well, don't get any ideas," I warned him. "She's mine." The last word came out in a low growl.
"You see?" Sydney added in mock exasperation. "It's like dating a hot Neanderthal."
I stared at Sydney in astonishment as Mathias practically roared with laughter. What the hell was going on? I shook my head with a smile and couldn't help joining him. Sydney just smiled innocently up at me.
"You need to hold on to this one," Mathias said to me, still laughing. "She's a keeper."
"That's the plan," I said with a smile as I pulled her in tighter against my side. "Someone needs to be the brains of this operation."
"I've got plenty of brains for the two of us," Sydney said to me. "You have no idea how lucky you are that I showed up when I did." She was still joking, but I knew the truth of her words. I was lucky, and I'd been thinking that every moment since Sunday morning at the coffee shop.
"Do you want me to entertain Sydney while you go and take a look at the damage?" Mathias asked me. "It's a muddy mess out there."
"That and the two of you can insult me some more, and I won't have to stand here and take it," I added with a hint of annoyance. "I'll let you get to it." I kissed Sydney's cheek and left her with Uncle Mathias, wondering what he would tell her about me and if I would regret it later. Oh, well, what I didn't know couldn't hurt me.
I headed back out into the rain and ran through the mud and standing water across the office building's future parking lot. I pulled aside the plastic sheeting over the door and stepped into the building. It was a fucking mess. The metal wall framing to my left was demolished. It looked like a bat had been taken to them. Most of the duct work and wiring in the ceiling were ripped down. The areas of drywall to the right were riddled with holes and the words "whore," "slut," and "cunt" were spray-painted across what was left. I felt a rage of epic proportions rising inside me.
As I walked through the building, I found more destruction and multiple insults aimed at Sydney on practically every piece of drywall that was still intact. I didn't even fucking care about the physical damage anymore by the time I had seen everything. The last hallway on the second floor sent me over the edge. In a display that I would normally have found amusing; I found the spay-painted images of crudely drawn dicks lined up down one wall and Clay's words repeated in my head. You're just another number in a long line of dicks to fuck. This was obviously aimed at me. Son of a bitch. I had to do something about this fucking prick and beating the shit out of him again wouldn't be enough. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and called Andy.
"What's up?" Andy said when he picked up.
"McCalli
ster, that's what's fucking up," I growled with suppressed rage.
"What the fuck did he do now?" Andy asked with anger lacing his words.
"He wrecked my fucking work site and painted 'whore' and 'slut' all over the goddamn walls!"
"What the fuck is that guy's malfunction?" Andy asked in exasperation.
"I don't know, but if this doesn't end soon I'm going to go back to his damn house and end this shit," I snarled into the phone.
"No, no, no, no," Andy said firmly. "You are not doing that again. You're lucky you weren't arrested last time."
"Then tell me what the fuck we should do, since you seem to have all the fucking answers!"
"Whoa, dude. You need to chill the fuck out," he said in annoyance. I paused to take a deep breath.
"Sorry, brother," I conceded. "Please tell me you have some sort of plan already in motion."
"Well, I have a friend at the police station who told me that they were still searching through some of the street and traffic cams near Purcell's the night Denny got jumped, but I haven't heard back from him yet. You know how fast things move with the cops," he said, his voice filling with sarcasm.
"It could take fucking weeks," I said with disgust. "What if he goes after Sydney again?"
"Keep her close, just in case," Andy suggested with a sigh. "He's a fucking coward. I doubt anything he does will be direct, unless he thinks he can get away with it."
"Alright," I said tightly, my anger still simmering below the surface. "Let me know as soon as you hear anything."
"Will do, brother, and don't do anything stupid in the mean time."
I grunted an agreement and ended the call. I fought down the urge to throw my phone across the room and tried to calm myself with some deep breaths as I paced across the unfinished concrete floor. My eyes landed on another insult on the wall, aimed at Sydney, and I just about lost it again. I needed to get the hell out of here, right now. I hurried out into the rain again, which didn't help improve my mood, and ran to the office trailer. I entered to the sound of laughter and found Sydney sitting across the desk from Uncle Mathias. She looked at me and noticed my angry expression, the smile slipping from her face.
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