Unexpected Lovers (20 page)

She lifted her hips and he grasped her pants, tugging, pulling them off swiftly, and then tossing them across the room in his haste. Her soft giggle met his ear and he smiled.

“Brat,” he grumbled.

“Who’s the impatient one now?”

“We’ll see how needy you are when I eat you until you scream.” He kissed the inside of her knee, working his way up her thigh. A quick swipe of his tongue had her moaning her need, but when he blew a warm puff of air over her wet clit, the whimper that burst from her lips made him smile. He had her on edge, and he liked it that way. Knowing just how she liked to be licked, he settled his tongue against the bunch of nerves and toggled quickly. She tossed her head from side to side on the pillow, and her hands fisted the bedspread beneath her. When she teetered on the edge, he removed his mouth and kissed the insides of her thighs.

“Son-of-a-bitch. Don’t stop.”

Brett nipped the tender skin on her legs, she yelped at the pain he was sure it caused, and then groaned when he soothed it with his tongue.

“Quit teasing me. I need…”

“What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me.”

“I need to come, Brett. Please. Oh God, please.”

The torture in her voice snapped his control. Sucking her clit between his lips and sliding two fingers into her vagina, he felt her pussy quiver and tighten when she arched her back and screamed his name.

He lapped up her sweetness until she sighed and relaxed. Working his way back up her stomach, he kissed every inch of skin until he reached her breast. Palming the round flesh, he sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue until she squirmed.

“More?”

“God, yes. I need you inside me. But first, I want your skin against mine,” she murmured, tugging at the tail of his shirt. Moving from his position above her, he stood on the side of the bed, whipping his shirt over his head. When he went to grab the button at his waist, she stopped him.

“My turn.”

She slipped the button free and slid her hands around the waist of his pants before she worked them down over his buttocks.

“Mmm…”

Once his jeans pooled at his ankles, she scooted closer and ran her tongue over the head of his cock.

“Whit.”

The hum of her answer on his flesh sent his own desire spiraling out of control, but when she went down on him and palmed his balls, he thought for sure he’d died and gone to heaven. Bumping against the back of her throat when he rocked his hips, he fucked her mouth until he bordered on ecstasy.

“Whitney, sweetheart.” He rocked forward again. “Baby, I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to be buried in your sweet heat.”

Releasing him with a quick flick of her tongue, she tilted her head back and smiled. “Good. That’s what I want, too.”

Tucking her hair behind her ear, he kissed her as he pushed her back against the bed, and she cradled his hips with her thighs. Penetrating her, he closed his eyes and fought for control over the desire to bury himself until they were flesh against flesh. He rocked slightly, and she lifted her hips to take whatever he wanted to give.

“All, Brett. I need all of you.”

“You have no idea how incredible this feels,” he whispered.

“I’m on the receiving end here. I have a clue. Trust me. Fuck me, Brett. Hard and fast.”

With a hearty groan, he sheathed his cock deep inside her pussy until he thought he’d go mad with the sensations. Never had anyone felt so right, so perfect, surrounding him, pulling every feeling, every need from his heart to hold within her grasp.

Lifting his head, he looked deep into her eyes and said, “I love you, Whit. Don’t ever think I don’t. I want you with me always.”

A tear slipped from her eye and disappeared into the hair at her temple. “I love you, too. God, I love you so much. The thought of being away from you and Ryan tears me apart.”

“Good. Then you’ll stay?”

“I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to. You two hold my heart in the palms of your hands.”

Gritting his teeth as he fought for control, he shifted his hips, sliding in and out of her warmth, loving each stroke, each quiver of her pussy around him.

He lifted his chest and braced himself on his arms when he finally had to speed up. With every rock of his hips, she whimpered. When she wrapped her legs around his back and locked her ankles, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Oh God. Oh God,” he whispered with each slap of his pelvis against hers. The answering pleas of need drove him over the edge.

“Brett!” she screamed as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Hot cum spilled from inside her to coat his flesh.

One last pump of his hips, and he shot his seed deep into her vagina.

Collapsing against her, he buried his nose in her neck as she softly ran her hands through the hair at his nape and then down his back.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too.”

“I’m hungry. How about you?”

“Me, too, but not necessarily for food,” he replied with a low growl.

He slid from her warmth and pulled her against his side when he lay against the pillows. Her head rested on his chest, and he drew small circles on her arm, loving the feel of her next to him.

“Are you always this insatiable?” she asked, threading her fingers through the hair on his chest.

“Only since you came along. You better be taking your vitamins, woman. We’ve got a lot of lovin’ to make up for.”

“I’m going to love every minute of it, too.”

* * * *

Fucking bitch! You’ll pay for this.
Eric stared at the divorce papers and the copy of her life insurance policy in his hands.
Cut me out of all that money? I don’t think so, Whitney my love. You can’t get rid of me that easily. You’ll leave that little sanctuary at some point, and then, I’ll have you right where I want you, begging for mercy as I ream your ass with my dick. Your boy toys won’t be able to save you.

An evil laugh bubbled from his lips as he tucked both sets of papers into his suitcase and snapped it closed. Getting out of jail had been the easy part. It was always good to have connections. Bail bondsmen, hoods, gangbangers, they all came in handy at some point.

When she’s dead, with her memory lapse, it won’t take anything to have her declared incompetent. I can claim she was mentally unstable when she filed for the divorce and changed the insurance policy.

He tapped his fingers against his temple.

Think. A plan. I need a plan.

Moments later, a smile formed on his mouth.

I’ll take all of them out. Her lovers and Whitney. I may even rip into those two guys and get three pieces of ass before I’m done. Wouldn’t that be the best?

The door to the sleazy hotel room opened with a squeak of hinges before he let it slam behind him as he headed to his rental car. After he’d been arrested, Aaron Morris made damned sure the money in his bank accounts had been frozen. Luckily, Eric knew several loan sharks in Los Angeles that were more than willing to front him some cash, at a hefty price, of course.

I need a gun.

Stevie. He remembered the gang leader he’d help spring several months before. The man had been arrested for murder, and Eric had been his attorney. Fortunately for Stevie, the evidence against him didn’t amount to much. How Aaron Morris ever thought he could put the man behind bars on the shit they’d had, he’d never know. Eric relished that victory over his father-in-law.

When Stevie had walked free, the last words he said to Eric hadn’t meant anything at the time, but they did now.

“I owe you, man. You ever need anything, anything at all, you call me. I take care of my homies.”

Sitting in Flagstaff, in front of the Denny’s on Milton, Eric knew what he needed, and Stevie could get it for him. Grabbing his cell phone from his jacket pocket, he found the number he sought, pushed talk, and held it up to his ear.

“Yo.”

“Stevie?”

“Yeah,” the voice grumbled.

“It’s Eric Scott.”

“Hey, homie. What’s up?”

“I need a favor.”

“No problem, man. You know I’ll take care of you. What’cha need?”

“A gun.”

“Can you meet me?”

“I’m not in L.A., Stevie. I’m in Flagstaff. Can you take care of me?”

“Sure. Let me make a couple of phone calls. What kind do you need?”

“Something lightweight and easy to handle.”

“Gotcha covered. I’ll call you back in, say, an hour.”

Eric shut the phone with a click and chuckled.
Sometimes it helps being a criminal defense attorney for some of the biggest gangbangers in Los Angeles.

Three hours later, Eric stood outside an abandoned warehouse, shuffling his feet nervously as he looked around. Only the wind could be heard, banging a loose door against its frame. Gangbangers couldn’t be trusted. He knew that, but he needed this. A gun, something no one could trace if it was ever found.

An older Cadillac Deville stopped in front of him, the loud rap music bouncing off the metal of the large building behind him. Sweat poured down Eric’s back.
I shouldn’t be nervous. This is the same type of guy I’ve defended several times in L.A.

A twenty-something-year-old guy stepped out of the car and slammed the door behind him.

“Scott?”

“Yeah.”

“Stevie sent me.”

“Good. You got it?”

“Of course I’ve got it, moron. What the hell else would I be doing out here?”

Eric’s gaze narrowed on the man. He didn’t like him, but he wasn’t here to make friends.

“Where’s the cash?”

“How much?”

“Five.”

“Five hundred?”

The punk cocked an eyebrow and grinned, showing off the two gold teeth in the front of his mouth. “Got a problem with that?”

“Son-of-a-bitch.” Eric pulled out his wallet, counted out the bills and shoved them at the man. “Hand it over.”

A nine-millimeter Berretta appeared from somewhere Eric didn’t want to contemplate.

“Bullets?”

“In the clip.”

Eric grasped the grip, held it up and pointed down the barrel, aiming at a distant object.

“Perfect. Thanks.”

“No problem. Stevie said to take care of you. As I’m sure you know, being an attorney and all, it’s been ground.”

“I don’t want it traceable to me in any way.”

The man nodded, slid back inside his car like the snake Eric compared him to in his mind, and peeled out of the dirt parking area in a cloud of dust.

Eric headed for his own car, chuckling when he thought of how he would take Whitney out before the end of the week. The Painted Desert seemed to be a perfect place to stash a body or three.