Indestructible Desire (19 page)

I let my shoes fall to the floor as soon as we step through the double doors into the foyer. My parents wanted to bring Tennessee to Los Angels, so built a massive three story white Southern Colonial house. It feels like you’re walking up to a Mansion in the Deep South, and not a house in the middle of Beverly Hills.

Before I can even flick the light on Kayden’s crushing my body between his and the wall. Sliding his hands along my sides, he works his way to my butt. Lifting me up off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist, “God that felt like the longest thirty minutes of my life.” He says between kisses. His mouth his working its way along my jaw, driving me absolutely crazy.

His warm callused hands inch their way under my dress. Within seconds my dress is over my head and being tossed onto the floor. The cool wall against my skin makes me shriek. It’s like a shock to my burning hot skin. Holding me tightly with his powerful arms, my bare breasts are pressed against his hard chiseled chest. My nipples being stimulated by the cotton fabric of his shirt, just aching to me touched.

Walking two stairs at a time, Kayden doesn’t waste any time getting us into my bedroom. Navigating our way through the dark, our carnal passion for one another is intoxicating. Making my need for him to grow more and more desperate by the second.

“God Kayden, I need you. It scares me how much I need you right now.” I whisper against his lips as he kisses me, the intensity in our kiss is making my lips swell and my skin ache from his beard rubbing against my face. I crave his touch, I’m addicted to it. I crave
every single inch
of his magnificent body.

Becoming overcome with passion I fist Kayden’s shirt ripping it open, sending buttons bouncing across the wooden floor. “
Fuckkk!
That was so hot baby.”

I can’t help but giggle, I’ve never done that before, but something’s taken over my body. All I care about is getting him naked, so he’ll finally slide his gorgeous cock inside of me.

Kayden’s breathing is becoming faster and his heart rate is racing against his chest, connecting with mine. Mine’s beating with such force, it feels like it will bust through my ribcage any second.

Franticly I yank his shirt over his shoulders, as Kayden moves his arms tossing his shirt onto the floor. Pressing me against the wall, he holds me firmly between his deliciously sculptured upper torso and the firm wall behind me. Effortlessly, Kayden unbuttons his pants, dropping them down to his ankles. 

I scream out in pleasure as his exceptional length fills every inch of me. Firmly gripping my hips, Kayden slams into me repeatedly. I can’t contain my screams of pleasure, as I feel my body floating away from me into euphoria. Ripping my nails along Kayden’s back not caring if I tear away layers of his skin, I moan, “Oh…god!”

“You feel so fuckin’ amazing Savannah.” Kayden’s drawl caresses my skin as the worlds flow from his mouth. “I could live buried inside of you like this forever.”

Crashing my mouth against his, dipping my tongue deep into his mouth, I feel as if I’m drowning in a sea of ecstasy. I love the feeling of our tongues making love to one another, as our bodies melt into one.

I can feel another orgasm building deep inside of my womb as my core begins to tighten. Feverishly I ride Kayden’s cock as he slides it out and then drives it back deep inside of me. Pain mixed with pleasure consumes my body as he pushes me over the edge sending me crashing down into a mind blowing orgasm.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, and burying my face into his neck, my body shakes violently as an even more intense orgasm rips through me. Kayden’s body jerks and moans of pleasure escape his mouth as he pumps every last drop inside of me.

Completely spent we make our way over to my queen size bed, and collapse onto it. Rolling onto his side Kayden lies beside me with his arm draped over my stomach. The only sound you hear is our erratic breathing, as our body’s try to float back down to earth.

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Chapter Seventeen

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Our peaceful tranquility is short lived when I hear Brooklyn’s ringtone, hell on heels blasting from my clutch at the bottom of the stairs. “I better go grab that, she’s probably drunk dialing me with Reagan and Rebecca.” Climbing off of the bed, I grab a silk robe from the closet and wrap it around myself. Glancing back at Kayden still laying on my bed, I blow him a sweet kiss, “I’ll be right back love.”

Bouncing down the stairs, I flick on the foyer lights, instantly brightening the crystal chandelier hanging above the center of the room. Squinting, as my eyes adjust to the now illuminating foyer, I crouch down to the floor to find my clutch. Moving my dress, I discover my purse underneath it. The music stops as I dig my phone out, but then starts right back up again before I even have a chance to check for a voice mail.

Rolling my eyes, I stare down at the screen and see Brooklyn waving the peace sign at me on the beach in the Bahamas‘. Smiling, I answer the phone. “You’re persistent when you’re drunk, you know that?” I laugh. Making my way back up the stairs to my bedroom.

My feet freeze mid step, when I hear Brooklyn crying on the other end of the phone. “Savannah…you need to come down to the LAPD right now!” Brooklyn chokes out between sobs.

“The police station? What’s going on?” My hands are shaking with such force I can barley hold the phone. Gripping the railing, I slowly make my way upstairs to Kayden.

Sniffling, Brooklyn is gasping for air from her violent cries. “Zak…attacked me.” I feel like I’m going to be sick as I hear those words come out of Brooklyn’s mouth. My stomach is churning, feeling as if I’m stuck on a boat in choppy waters.

Covering my mouth with my hand, I try to hold back my sobs. I have a million things running through my head right now. I try to speak, but my voice won’t work. My throat instantly goes dry, as the saliva begins to build in my mouth. I can feel the acid rising from my chest into my esophagus, as it threatens to come up.

Running up the stairs I burst into my bedroom, startling Kayden who had passed out on my bed. I can hear Brooklyn talking to me, but I can’t process anything she’s saying.

“Savannah! Are you still there?!” Brooklyn shouts at me with panic in her voice. Dropping to my knees in the bathroom, I drop my phone to the floor, and lean over the toilet just in time. Throwing up violently, I can feel my blood vessels popping in my face, my eyes are watering, and my throat feels as if it’s on fire. I welcome the pain, it helps distract my brain from the words Brooklyn just said to me.

“Oh my God, Savannah, what’s the matter?” Kayden asks crouching down beside me and reaching for my phone. I can hear the confusion in his voice; our amazing evening just took a swift turn for the worst. I can feel it in every fiber of my body.

Trying to speak, all I can get out is “Zak!” Before I begin dry heaving the remainder of the alcohol that was in my stomach into the toilet.

Rubbing my back, Kayden starts talking to Brooklyn who is a complete mess on the other line. Kayden’s telling her to
calm down, and take deep breaths.
Sitting on my knees, I lean up away from the toilet, and wipe away the tears from my face. My throat and eyes are throbbing, reaching for the hand towel by the sink I wipe my face, and stand to rinse my mouth.

I feel like I’m trapped in a never ending nightmare, that no matter how hard I try, I’ll never wake up from.

“Savannah, you need to get dressed right now. We need to get down to the police station.”

Nodding my head, I take his hand and follow him into my closet. Grabbing a pair of jeans, a long sleeve Hollister tee, and pink Chuck Taylors. We race to the garage not bothering to wake Alec. Jumping into my fathers black Silverado, pulling out of the garage, Kayden slides it into drive, and burns the tires off speeding down their winding driveway.

The entire drive to the station is a blur. Laying my head against the cool glass, I watch the lights flash by us. “Brooklyn’s okay Savannah…and Zak’s in custody. Things are going to be okay baby.” Taking my hand, Kayden pulls it up to his lips, gently kissing my knuckles.

Knowing Brooklyn’s okay, is a relief, but the guilt of knowing she was attacked because of me is too much to handle right now. I now understand how Kayden felt, when he saw me laying in the hospital. Thinking if he did something, anything that I wouldn’t have gone through what I did.

Understanding I need space, and time to process that my nightmare is finally coming to an end. We ride in complete silence the remainder of the drive. Zak is now in police custody, I can breathe for the first time in weeks. I can’t help but think what if he had seriously hurt Brooklyn? Or even worst killed her, as punishment to me for killing Jacob.

The thoughts of it all completely shatter me as we make our way into the LAPD station. As soon as my eyes fall onto Brooklyn, I lose it. Tears are streaming down my face, making it hard to see. She’s sitting in a chair beside a desk, her brown and blue rhinestone one shoulder dress is ripped, and her blue suede Louboutin’s are lying on the floor beside her chair. Her legs and arms are covered in scratches, and she has butterfly stitches across her forehead.

Running to her I drop to my knees in front of her, wrapping my arms around Brooklyn’s waste, our cries blending together as one. “I’m so sorry.” I whisper to her as I stare into her eyes, hating the sadness that’s clouding her usually brighter than life big brown eyes.

“What are you sorry for?” She looks at me with a puzzled look. Her cheeks and eyes are red and puffy from all the crying she’s done. “This is not your fault; you can’t blame yourself for some fuckin’ psycho’s choices.”

Standing back up, I gladly accept Kayden’s embrace. He’s talking to the police getting all the details of what occurred this evening. I’m in shock as I listen to what happened.

I take Brooklyn’s hand, and listen as the cop explains to us the statement Brooklyn gave them.
After leaving the club, Reagan and Rebecca had a cab bring them home. She and Jerome walked into the parking garage. When they got to the town car, Brooklyn said her ears began ringing from a loud gun shot firing off. She said it was so loud, that it was almost deafening as it echoed across the cement parking garage.

Zak had fired a shot at Jerome, but thankfully he was wearing a bullet proof vest. The shot knocked him to the ground, and panic stricken, Brooklyn dropped to the ground and crawled under the car. She said it felt like an eternity for Zak to walk up to the car. Jerome was climbing to his feet, but before he could stop him, Zak hit Jerome in the head with his gun. Knocked unconscious on the ground, Brooklyn said the sound of Zak’s feet walking along the car was terrifying.

I feel my knees go weak as the police offer continues. “Here baby sit down.” Kayden tells me, as we make our way to a chair beside Brooklyn. Squeezing her hand I stare blankly at the officer as he continues.

Crouching down beside the car, they locked eyes, and before she could react he fisted her hair, pulling her out from under the car. Zak landed a strong blow to her head, stunning her momentarily. But Brooklyn mentioned you both take Kickboxing classes, where she learned self defense. Everything she learned quickly came to her in that flight or fight moment.

Knowing this, I’m sure saved her life. She was able to kick the gun from his hand. While she was fighting him off, Jerome had awoken, and dialed 911, alerting us where they were. Pulling out his gun, Jerome shot Zak in the leg, wounding him. Retaining him in the trunk, Zak was held there until the ambulance and police arrived.

Zak is now in the ER having surgery to remove the bullet, then he‘ll be transported to Houston. Jerome is also there being observed over night. He sustained a concussion, and a few broken ribs from the close range shot to his vest.

I can’t believe Brooklyn fought him off! “Wow, I can’t believe you did that. I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened if you weren’t able to get that gun away from him.” I can’t help but be in awe of her right now.

Standing and sliding her heels back on, Brooklyn, takes my hands and pulls me to my feet. “I gave him the ass kicking he deserved. I wish Jerome would have aimed a few more inches over, and really wounded the bastard.” She says, as she hugs me one more time.

“Well you’re definitely a bad ass in my book Brooklyn.” I can hear the relief in Kayden’s voice as he’s talking to Brooklyn. He along with both of us feels like a weight has been lifted off of our shoulders. “Now that he’s been caught, we can finally move on with our lives.”