Struggling Free (Hidden Secrets Book 5) (7 page)

Chapter Nine

Sitting in a penthouse apartment across town, the television kept playing the same story over and over again.
‘Actor Jacob Williams has finally been snatched up’.
Like I fucking care. Yeah his movies were good. He had skill, but what he didn’t have was a clue. The woman on his arm is a worthless bitch. The news was premature because Mr. Williams was about to be single again once I got a hold of her.  The hatred for this woman boiled hot and heavy through me. There was no stopping it until retribution was paid.  Payment is exactly what I intend to collect from the bitch too…

Vicky

“
Mmmm,” I moaned.

Half
awake, I looked down to find Jacob running kisses up my leg. When our eyes met, I felt a jolt of awareness shoot through me and I squirmed a bit.

“I
couldn’t wait any longer. I hope you enjoyed my wake up call.”

“Am
I dreaming?” I asked, sleepily.

“Well,
if you are then I am too. Let’s rock the socks off this dream,” he almost growled.

He
continued to slowly kiss up my legs, his hands forging a path before his mouth. I moaned again as he began to lower my shorts down, followed by my panties. He leaned back on his heels and looked down at me. Pulling his shirt over his head, he then wiggled out of the remainder of his clothes. I hurried out of my shirt, leaving myself completely naked beneath him.

“My
God,” he breathed, trailing his hands lightly over my legs up to the very spot that called for his touch.

“Jacob,”
I whispered.

“Please
let me cherish this, cherish you.”

“Another
time, but this time I need you too bad,” I moaned, as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Our
mouths connected in a kiss so full of hunger you’d think we’d been starved. Maybe we were. We’ve only tasted the meal on the tip of our tongues, but never actually taken a bite. Now, I’m going to engorge myself with all Jacob has to offer.

One
of his hands roamed over my body so fast that I swear there had to be a burn path. His other kept fumbling with his shorts. Breaking the kiss, I looked up at him.

“What
are you doing?”

“I
can’t find my damn condoms,” he hissed as he pulled his shorts over and dug into the pockets. “Oh God,” he groaned as he flopped to the side on his back. “I finally get to have you and I didn’t bring condoms.” He threw his arm over his eyes.

Taking
a moment to drink him in, I moved over him straddling his hips rubbing myself along the length of his erection. He moved his arm from his eyes, staring up at me with so much passion it took my breath away.

“I’m
clean and on the pill. I’ve never had sex with anyone without a condom, but I really
really
need you now.”

“I’m
clean too and have never had sex without one either, but…”

I
didn’t wait for him to try and stop this. Roles were reversed here and I wasn’t taking no for an answer. Shifting slightly, I impaled myself on his length. The overwhelming feeling combined with the constant throbbing between my legs for the past two days sent me into an orgasm unlike any other than I’ve had before.

“Oh
shit!” I called out.

Grabbing
my hips, Jacob thrust slowly into me as I continued to spasm out of control before finally falling down to his chest. Releasing my hips, he cupped my face and lifted my head to his.

“I
lied. That is your most beautiful look, coming apart above me,” he breathed before taking my lips with his.

The
moment our lips touch and it sent its usual jolt through me, I began to rock my hips. He moaned, breaking the kiss. Trailing kisses across his chin and down his neck, he arched his neck to allow me easier access.

His
hand gripped my hips, Jacob’s hips meet mine on every one of my downward thrusts. It was the most intense feeling I’ve ever had. Our moans and groans filled the room as sweat began to shimmer over our skin. Placing my hands on his thighs, I arched my back as my climax began to build again.

“Oh
Vicky. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me like this. That’s it, ride me just like that. Fuck yeah!”

“Jacob.
Jacob. Jake!” I screamed as the first wave of my orgasm hit me like a freight train.

“
Oh shit! Vicky!” Jake growled, slamming his hips up into me, gripping my hips in a tight grip as he emptied himself inside of me.

Our
bodies shook from the force of our releases. Jacob cursed loudly as he flipped us over banging into me with a vigor. My nails dug into his back and down his ass as I screamed again when another orgasm hit me. A few moments later, he collapsed down on top of me and I held him, wrapped in my arms and legs.

“Holy
fuck!” Jacob said, rolling over to his back and off me.

The
cool air of the cabin caused me to shiver. Jacob pulled me over to him. Resting my head on his chest, I breathed him in. That was the most intense experience I’ve ever had in my life.

“I’ve
never done that before,” he says softly, still out of breath.

“Done
what before?” I asked, resting my chin on his chest looking up at him.

“Had
two orgasms back to back like that. I have a feeling you’re going to kill me.”

“Likewise
Jacob. Likewise,” I said laughing as I rest my head back on his chest.

“Why do you insist on calling me Jacob?”

“Because you’ve never told me I could call you anything else,” I replied without looking at him.

“Well, I prefer if you called me Jake, but if you’re screaming it you can call me anything you damn well want,” he laughed and I joined in.

“Jake,” I said after a moment.

“Hmm.”

“Never mind,” I decided that I couldn’t bring the subject up.

After
a few moments of quiet, he tightens his arms around me. “That wasn’t the only time that we’re doing this. One time is not enough for me.”

“Me
either,” I mumble sleepily.

In the back of my mind, I hear his laughter making me smile. Maybe this was a bad idea to get involved physically with him, but damned if I could stop it.

Waking
the next day, I was alone in the bed. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming, but as I sat up and the delicious discomfort reminded me that it wasn’t a dream. Smiling, I opened my closet door and pulled out running shorts and a tank top, slipping them on. As I walked out into the living room, I spotted Jake in the kitchen. With his back to me, I’m able to sneak into the kitchen without him knowing I was there.

“What,”
I yelled, “are you doing?”

He
jumped and screamed, “Jesus!” before he cursed and ran to the sink and held his hand under water.

“Shit!
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”

I
ran to the bathroom grabbing the first aid kit, tears springing to my eyes. What the hell was I thinking? Scaring him when he was cooking was a stupid idea. Once I made it back to the kitchen, I began to search through the first aid kit for ointment. Jake’s laughter stopped my frantic searching.

“I
guess pay back was a bitch. I have to say I was quick thinking there, don’t you think?” He said laughing.

My
body stilled. “You lied about being hurt?” I said quietly.

“Yeah,
pretty great, aye?”

Looking
up at him with tear filled eyes, I punch him. “You asshole!” Then I ran outside.

The
nerve of that man pretending to be hurt! Sure, I shouldn’t have scared him while he was cooking, but that wasn’t funny. Scare me later when I’m not expecting it, but not pretend to be hurt.

Stumbling
my way down to the beach, I stepped into the water to sooth my bare feet. As I kicked my feet around in the water, a memory surfaced that had long sense been forgotten. Kneeling down, I could almost see it playing out in the water.

“Vic-a-dee, where oh where could she be?”

I
laughed and my father stumbled around in the water trying to find me. He said I was good at hiding. Of course when he kept his eyes closed it was hard to find me. I think it’s because he’s a superhero. The thought makes me laugh again.

“Vic-a-
dee, where oh where could she be?” He said again.

I
started walking backwards as he got closer. As I held my hands over my mouth to muffle my laughter, he kept calling out for me. He looked so silly with his arms stretched out and walking around half crouched. Just as I went to say something so he’d head back my way, my foot slid off a rock and I couldn’t touch anymore. Water surrounded me on all sides and I began to panic thrashing about in the water.

Barely
getting my head above water, I yelled. “Daddy!” Then water surrounded me all over again. Rising again, “Help!” Back under the water. It felt like I was being pulled backward further away from my father. My arms and legs started wearing out and pressure building in my head, I couldn’t see or feel anything.

Next
thing I know, I’m coughing on the beach with my father kneeling over me, tears running down his face.

“My
God Vicky! You scared the life out of me!” He pulled me up into his arms. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,”
I choked out.

Reaching up, I wiped the tear that ran down my cheek. Looking out to where I had fallen off into the drop off, I rose and walked in that direction. I’d always been afraid of water after that. So much so that I haven’t even learned how to swim, I was too scared after that and my father never pushed me.

Carefully,
I ran my foot along the edge. You could see the change in the blue. That area was deep. When I got older, I found out that it is an almost ‘U’ shaped section that dropped about a hundred feet. Something about the way the cove was set up creating almost quick sand effect there until it was just a hole. Over the years, the water pushed in further surpassing the drop off.  When I took over the cabin after my parents passed, and I was old enough, I had posts put in to mark where the drop off was so I could still enjoy time in the water without worrying if I was getting too close.

“Hey,
I didn’t mean to really scare you with that-”

Just
like that I lost my footing and slipped into the water. Splashing up to the top, I pulled in one gasp of breath before I went back down again. It was like a replay only this time I wasn’t a seven year old little girl.

Just
when I was giving up hope, arms wrapped around me and pulled me out of the water. Coughing and gagging, I waited to be dropped down to the sand just as my father did, but Jacob didn’t do that. He continued to carry me up to the house before cradling me on his lap on the porch, just as my coughing and gagging subsided.

“Are
you okay? Please tell me you’re okay.”

“I
forgive you,” I choked out and Jake started laughing.

“You
are going to be the death of me,” he whispered against my temple.

“You
said that last night.”

“I
did and I mean it,” he laughed as he squeezed me tighter.

We
sat there neither of us saying anything. After a few minutes, I climbed off his lap and headed into the house and straight for the bathroom. Stripping out of my wet clothes, I turned on the shower and stepped in, not waiting for it to warm up. The water beat down on my shoulders in a soothing fashion.

Chapter Ten

Jake

Vicky
scared the crap out of me. At first, I thought she was trying to teach me a lesson about my joke on her earlier. When she didn’t come back up, I realized she wasn’t doing that at all. After that I didn’t think, I just reacted. I had never been so scared in my life. She tried to joke about it afterward, but as she climbed off my lap, I saw it. The fear in her eyes was strong. When she didn’t say another word I knew it was time to reassure both of us.

I
heard the shower running, so I headed in that direction stripping out of my clothes. Without a word or asking for permission, I climbed in behind her. Wrapping her in my arms, I pressed kiss after kiss across her shoulder and up her neck. My hand cupped her breast pinching and twisting the nipple into a hard tantalizing peak. Lowering my other hand down, I moved my fingers up and down her slickened folds before pushing into her entrance with one finger.

As
she moaned, she dropped her head to my shoulder and rocked against my hand. Turning her head toward me, I took her mouth with mine as I worked my finger faster, adding another finger. As she rocked her hips to meet the thrust of my fingers, she continued to rub against me. I moaned into her mouth as her hand grabbed my hair and pulled softly. She bit my lip as her muscles began to clench around my fingers.

Once
she was slowing down, I leaned her forward against the wall. Vicky arched her back and spread her legs a little wider rising up on her toes. Slowly, I began to push into her. She was so fucking tight I had to grip her hips and count in my head to keep from exploding too soon.

Once
fully seated to the hilt, I leaned forward and bit down on her neck softly, thrusting slowly. The more time I spend with her, the more she became a part of me. I’ve never wanted to have sex with a woman more than once. Cocky or not, but I had enough women out there that wanted a piece of
Jake Williams
that I had options.  With Vicky, that was all different. I couldn’t get enough of her. Even with this only being our second time, I can already tell it isn’t enough and will not be enough.

“Oh
Jake, you feel so fucking good.”

“
Mmm, I love your dirty mouth,” I pulled her back into my chest, claiming her mouth.

My
thrusts pick up and so do her sexy noises. I could feel the flutter in my balls, so I reached down and found her swollen nub. Before long she was forcing her hips back into me bouncing forward as I slammed into her.

“OH
FUCK!” I roared as I slammed into her one last time.

“SHIT!”
She screamed at the same time.

Her
muscles clenched around me tightly milking every last bit of cum from my balls. Lazily, I washed her and myself, shut off the shower, dried her off then myself and carried her out to the bed, curling up behind her.

“You’re
going to kill me,” I breathe into her hair.

Her
laughter filled the room. There was a long silence before I asked the question that was eating at me.

“What
happened today?”

“I
can’t swim.”

“I
figured that out. What I want to know is if you can’t swim then why did you go out where you can’t touch?”

She
was quiet for a minute before responding. “I was seven when I first fell in that drop off. My dad and I were playing a game. I wasn’t paying attention. Dad didn’t realize at first what was going on. He thought I was splashing to get his attention. But on the two times I could pull my head above water, I screamed for him. I think he saved me just in time. After that I was afraid of water I couldn’t see the bottom in. I had a flashback when I got down to the beach. Without realizing what I was doing, I walked out there. Then you caught me off guard,” she shrugged.

“You
scared me. Maybe while we’re here I can teach you to swim?” I asked as I pulled her tighter against me.

“We’ll
see,” she said sleepily.

Once
she fell asleep I wasn’t far behind her. It was one hell of a way to start a morning. Hopefully when we woke things were only crazy in the bed and nothing else like that.

# # #

Before I knew two weeks had passed. It wasn’t an easy two weeks, but I found that if I was able to make love to Vicky, the withdrawals weren’t as intense. So needless to say we were doing it often. Oddly enough things got more and more intense each time.

“Okay,
I have to head into the office for a little bit. Do you think you’ll be okay here on your own for a couple of hours?”

“Yeah,
but be prepared to be jumped when you get back,” I growled as I tried to wrap her in my arms.

“I
hope so,” she said as she jumped out of the way.

Once
she was gone the silence started to get to me, so I decided to go for a swim. For the next hour I swam out to the edge of the cove and back. Once I was completely exhausted, I stared out over the water. An idea hits me, but I’m not sure it will work.

Once
I was inside, I grabbed my phone.

“Hey
brother, I didn’t expect to hear from you while you were on vacation.”

“Well
, I called to ask you a question and I’m hoping you’ll be able to tell me I can do it.” I said as I walked back down to the beach.

“Sure
go for it,” Nick answered.

“Hold
on,” I snapped a picture of the cove and sent it to Nick. “Did you get the picture?”

“Yeah,
what are you doing showing off?” Nick joked.

I
laughed. “No, do you see that darker area there where the stakes with the reflectors are at?”

There
was a pause before his reply came. “Yeah. Not getting where I’m needed here.”

“There’s
a hundred foot drop off there. Vicky can’t swim. When we first got here she fell in there,” my voice cracked just thinking about that day.

“Damn,
she’s good though, right?”

“Yeah
, I got to her in time, but my question is, do you think there’s a way I could build a small little wall like thing so she can’t slide off there again. Just in case I’m not around next time,” I ended in a low voice.

“Yeah,
um, give me a couple of days and I’ll email you the material list and steps that you’ll need in order to make it happen. I’ll work as fast as I can. When I’m done at Mary’s and Jack’s I’ll work on that when I get home.”

“If
it’s too much trouble-”

“No
Jake, it isn’t. I’ve got your back brother. Talk to you soon.”

“Later
and thank you Nick.”

Looking
back out over the water, if anything, it will give me a distraction while she’s at work and I can’t distract myself with her delicious body. Heading back in, I showered and laid down for a small nap.

When
I woke, I started on supper. Just as I got the last of it in the oven, she walked in the door. Barely giving her anytime to set her stuff down, I was on her kissing her like there was no tomorrow. I carried her over to the couch.

“I’ve
missed you.”

“No
talking.”

“Supper
is almost done. This will have to be quick.”

Vicky
pulled me back down to her. Clothes flew everywhere and I was in her before the last piece of clothing even hit the floor.  She was exactly what I needed. Her soft mews of pleasure to her nails digging in my back and her calling out my name. They all made me forget everything, but her.

Once
we had regained our strength, we dressed and sat down at the table as I served us supper. Thankfully I paid plenty attention to mom’s cooking growing up, so I can handle myself in the kitchen.

We
ate in silence. I was too lost in my thoughts to even notice that she wasn’t acting right. It wasn’t until we were heading to bed and she didn’t join in our normal banter during making love that it registered something was wrong.

I
pulled her into me, wrapping her tightly in my arms. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.
Just tired is all.”

“Are
you sure?”

She
snuggled into me closer. “Yeah,” she yawned. “I’m sure.”

For
tonight, I let it go. My eyes couldn’t stay open and to have her next to me like this was always the best sleep aide ever. Slowly, I drifted off to the sweet sounds of Vicky’s soft snoring.