Page 31 of Redemption

Tobias is certainly not as squeaky clean as he appears, but in the time that I worked for him, I didn’t find anything linking him to my brother.

Maybe I’m looking in the wrong place, and I need to dig a little harder, especially now the bastard is suing me. Someone obviously has it out for him, or why kidnap his daughter?

Grabbing my laptop, I go straight to the list of Tobias’ employees, which I was able to get my hands on thanks to a friend still on the force, but nothing jumps out at me initially. Pushing it aside, the edge catches Christian’s file, knocking it to the floor. Reaching down to pick it up, I see the name of the soldier that inadvertently led me to Tobias. Snatching it up, I quickly type his name into the search bar. The top result is a small article from his town’s local paper reporting on a memorial service on the anniversary of his death.

Scanning the page, I find the name of his sister. When I do a search on her, I discover that she lives just round the corner from my flat in London. I add ‘visit Adam Webster’s sister’ to my list of things I need to do while I’m in London at the weekend.

I’m coming down from upstairs, when there’s a knock at the door. I’m not expecting anyone, but as I near the door, the aroma of something delicious has my stomach growling. I haven’t ordered takeaway, not that you’d get delivery out here anyway, so the only other explanation is Eleanor. That thought is shattered to smithereens a second later when I open the door to find Rick standing there, head bowed, holding a glass dish with foil over the top.

“Rick! What are yo—” My words are cut off as he pushes past me and places the dish down. “Come in, why don’t you,” I mutter before giving the door a push and following him to the kitchen. “Did I miss the memo about your impending visit, or do you always turn up uninvited and barge into people’s homes?” I demand, leaning a hip against the counter with my arms folded across my chest.

Rick has his back to me at the sink, and I watch as his muscles flex while he washes his hands. My mind immediately conjures an image of me raking my nails down his back as he—I shake my head as the tinkling of running water comes to a stop, and I look up to see Rick facing me, hands resting on the counter behind him with his head slightly bowed and a knowing smirk kicking up the corner of his mouth.

My eyes trace his body, landing on his jacked forearms as he grips the edge of the countertop, and every muscle in my body tenses at the sight. My chest rises as I draw in a deep breath before finally pulling my eyes up to meet his vivid jade ones.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand, only it comes out breathy and wanton and not at all how I intended. Damn you, libido! I clear my throat, ready to try again when Rick stops me.

“Come here.” The words are a gruff order dripping with lust, and I force my feet to remain where they are while my traitorous body screams at me to go to him and bathe in the unspoken promise of pleasure.

“Screw you, Rick,” I bite out as my body trembles with arousal, and I cling to the last thread of restraint. Before I can blink, he’s in front of me and forcing me against the counter, his forehead resting on mine. With a sigh, Rick’s whiskey-laced breath fans across my face, and I close my eyes against the need to press forward and taste his lips.

As though the bastard can read my mind, he leans in brushing his lips over mine in the barest of touches that has me holding my breath in anticipation.

“Don’t toy with me, Rick.”

He chuckles, nuzzling into my neck, and my head drops back, opening for him. His lips scorch a path down my neck, setting my flesh on fire, and drowning me in desire.

“I told myself I needed to stay away from you.” He nips at my collarbone, eliciting a whimper that has him doing it again. “I’m leaving tomorrow.”

Reading between the lines of his statement, I say, “So, this is a goodbye fuck.” He doesn’t answer, just gives a small nod before his hands find their way to the waistband of my joggers, and mine find purchase in his thick black hair. I can’t think straight as he pushes my bottoms down over my hips, following along with his mouth.

Reaching the apex of my thighs, he breathes deeply, letting out a growl that ripples through my whole body, and I yank hard on his hair in warning not to tease me.

His only reply is to swipe his tongue over my already damp underwear before looking up at me wearing a devilish smirk. His eyes have darkened, pupils blown wide with arousal, and I bite my lip as he slips his fingers beneath my knickers, slipping them down and off at a slow, torturous pace. Every brush of his fingers against my skin lights me up, but I don’t want gentle. My body craves something more from this man.

“Enough,” I grit out, pulling him up my body. He releases a hiss of pain at my hold on his hair, but I don’t care. “You came here for one thing and one thing only; to fuck. So, let’s fuck, Rick.”

As if my words have broken some invisible spell, he lets out a furious growl before picking me up. My legs wrap around him as he spins us, smashing against the wall and taking my lips in a savage kiss.

The deviant inside me purrs at being manhandled.

Pinning me with his hips, he rips my top away from my body, leaving me bare, and immediately bends to suck a nipple into his mouth. I writhe against him, digging my nails into his shoulders as his teeth sink into my flesh.

Now it’s my turn to hiss, sucking air through my teeth as my back arches, and my hips buck against Rick’s hard length. Desperate for more, I drop my hands to his belt as Rick’s tongue flicks my beaded nipple, soothing the sting from his bite. Struggling to undo his trousers, Rick lowers me to the floor, tearing them open and freeing his erection. Grasping the base, he gives it a firm stroke causing pre-cum to bead at the tip. The sight has me dropping to my knees wild with the need to taste him, to feel his cock fill my mouth.

I swirl my tongue over the crown, savouring the salty tang as it hits my tongue, before wrapping my lips around him and taking him down to the root. His cock pulses as it hits the back of my throat, drawing a grunt from Rick. The tortured sound has me humming my approval and repeating the action.

Suddenly, Rick pulls back, reaching his limit for my teasing, and I get to my feet, swiping a thumb across my lips before sucking it into my mouth. His eyes spark, and a growl rumbles free. Within seconds, I’m back in his arms against the wall as he thrusts inside me, ripping a shrieked gasp from me as I stretch around him.

Every thrust is a mirror of my heartbeat—fast and erratic but controlled and on target, hitting that sweet spot inside that has my eyes rolling in my head and a cry bursting from me as my orgasm builds uncontrollably.

“Fuck…fuck! I…” My back thuds against the wall, cutting off my words as the first tremor of my climax cascades over my body. My pussy convulses, squeezing his cock as it swells with the beginning of Rick’s own release. His grip on my thighs tightens painfully, and I unleash a barrage of colourful curses as my orgasm tears through me.

“Rick, Rick, fucking hell!” I pant, as Rick’s body stiffens before shuddering out his own release and spilling inside me.

Both of us breathing heavily, his knees give out, and he drops to the floor, shifting his hold to my back as I rest on his thighs. He lifts his head, looking to me, and I watch some sort of battle behind his eyes. Not wanting to see that look in his eyes, as if he’s broken some unspoken promise, I drop my lips to his. He’s hesitant at first, but then his mouth begins to move against mine in a slow, languid kiss that conveys more than the ‘just sex’ I think we were both aiming for.

Eighteen

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