Accepting Destiny (7 page)

I spread the slick fluid around the engorged purple head, then slowly lower to my knees. His fingers are pulling through the strands of my hair, guiding me towards his cock. “There you go, Alexandra. Take what you want from me.”

At his command, I sink my mouth down to the root, pulling back, and dragging my tongue along the sensitive underside, rolling it around the head. “Jesus, Ally.” I smile around his cock, and then plunge down again, sucking and using my hand to squeeze gently as I pull back out. His hands are now gripping my head and I can tell he is barely hanging on to his control. “That mouth, Alexandra. Keep your mouth on me,” he says, as he starts slowly fucking my mouth in long, slow strokes. I cover my teeth with my lips and roll my tongue around as he pulls back, then thrusts back in.

I can feel his cock hardening in my mouth and I know he’s at the end of his rope. But he pulls back, his cock leaving my mouth on
a
PO
P
that echoes through the quiet room.

He reaches under my arms
, and lifts me to a standing position, rams his mouth back down on mine, and I can taste myself on his lips. That would usually gross me out, but on Jackson it’s extremely hot. I lick the remainder of my fluids off his bottom lip and he groans.

“Remember the last time we stood here, Alexandra?” He asks
, as his teeth and lips nibble on my ear, his hot breath warming my body, but I am unable to say anything because that damn cat has got my tongue again.

So I nod, gasping for air as he lifts me in to his arms
, and instinctively my legs wrap around his waist. He really shouldn’t be lifting me, because I don’t want him to hurt himself, but I can’t bear to tell him to put me down.

He lines his body up with mine and slides inside me in one firm stroke. I can feel his cock touching my cervix and he holds. “Jesus, you feel so
good,” he pulls back out, only to slowly press himself back in. My fingernails dig in to his back, as he pulls back out, ramming back in, pressing my back against the door. I roll my head back and it bangs against the door, but I can’t feel any pain, though I might have a knot there, once this is over.

He strokes in to me
, and my hips arch towards him, giving him deeper access. My nails are still digging into his shoulders and he finds his rhythm, pressing in and out, the sounds of slapping skin and sucking noises fill the room, along with both of our moans. It sounds like a cheap porno movie in here and it’s totally hot. He’s breathing heavy in my ear, and it increases with each stroke of his cock. Suddenly he slows, pulling back, then slamming back in and pressing in to me, like he wants to go deeper. His ass cheeks are flexing and his breathing actually stops, as I feel his hot seed filling me on a low grunt. My pussy muscles contract around his cock and I fall apart in his arms, the contractions sucking every drop out of him.

As my breathing comes back to normal, he finally lets my legs hit the floor, but keeps his arms around me
, so I don’t fall. It’s official, I’m spent. He pulls me in to the living room and gently helps me lay down, while he walks in to the bathroom.

He comes back with a warm rag and gently wipes me down, cleaning away every drop of his release from my pussy and thighs. Then
, he gently strokes himself clean and my eyes bug out of my head. I’ve never seen a man stroke himself and I swear he’s getting hard again already.

He drops the rag on the coffee table and sits down next to me, pulling me in to his arms.

No words are needed at this time, which is a good thing cause I’m not sure what to say. That’s the second time he’s taken me against the door, like he can’t even take the time to drag me to the bed, where we both would have been more comfortable, but it wouldn’t have been quite as hot.

We sit on the sofa for a while, naked and wrapped in each other’s arms, him stroking my hair and I almost start to purr. He glances at his
watch and exhales a deep breath. Standing up and walking to his pants, which are in a rumpled pile on the floor. He takes his phone out of the pocket and sends a quick text, then puts his pants on and reaches for his shirt.

“I
have James coming with the car and I have an early meeting tomorrow in Miami, so my flight leaves early.”

“I didn’t
know you had to go out of town,” I tell him, as I sit up.

“Well, we haven’t really had the time to talk
, huh? First you were so angry about the car, and then......well, there are no words for that,” he says quietly as he looks towards the door.

“How long will you be gone?”

“A few days, week at the max. Our Florida editor is out on maternity leave and I have to go fill in for a bit, until her replacement is ready to roll. Will you be okay while I’m gone?”

“Jackson, of course I will. I’ve been alone for most
of my adult life. I’ll be fine,” I reply, as I watch him buttoning his shirt, which is now wrinkled. His tie is draped around his neck in a haphazard way.

Once he’s dressed he sits back down with me on the sofa and I suddenly become very aware of
the fact that I am still naked. I grab the throw blanket off the back of the sofa and wrap it around me. Jackson is frowning as I do this, but he doesn’t have a choice in the matter.

His phone goes off and he stands
, moving towards his door. “When I get back, I want you to spend the weekend with me. We’ll go up to Chateau Elan, visit the spa and have dinner.”

Having never bee
n
insid
e
Chateau Elan, I got excited. I’ve driven by there, numerous times going to Heather’s mom’s house, but I’ve never been inside the resort. “Sure, that sounds like fun. I’ve never been there.”

“Never?” I shake my head.

“Well, with me around, you are going to start experiencing things, you never have before. Count on that, sweet girl,” he says as he places a gentle kiss on my forehead.

I don’t tell him this, but I already am.

After Jackson gives me a soft kiss on the forehead, he leaves. By this time it’s nine o’clock, so I grab a snack and take a quick bath. I debated that for a few minutes, because I really want to go to sleep smelling Jackson, but I was still a bit sticky and well, that’s just gross.

I crawl in to bed around ten o’clock and I suddenly remember
, I haven’t talked to Heather since yesterday, so I check my phone. She hasn’t texted either, since I ignored her yesterday. Maybe I was a bit hard on her? I shake my head, no. She needs to get it through her thick skull that she needs to stop interfering and mind her own damn business.

I drift off to sleep and before I know it, the alarm is ringing. I look at my phone again and still nothing from Heather. I decide to let her stew a little longer and head on to work, maybe calling her later.

As I pull out of the complex, there is a line to get out of the gate. I peer around the cars in front of me, but I only see a car parked to the side. Slowly, one by one, we finally get out of the gate, passing by that car parked to the side. I figure it’s broken down or something, so I move on.

As I merge on to the expressway
, I see that same car behind me but I don’t think much about it. I’m able to hit the speed limit, so I am cruising along, but this strange car is right on my bumper. I move over a lane to let him go around me, but as I change lanes to my right, so does this car, now hugging my bumper. I watch carefully, while trying to keep my eyes on the road, but they stay right behind me.

I get over another lane and sure as shooting, this car changes lanes too. My heart then drops to my stomach as I figure I am being followed. Since I am stubborn as a mule, I decide to challenge it. I continue to change lanes
, and the strange car continues, really close to my back end. I look in my rear view mirror, trying to see if I can tell who it is, but all I see is a person wearing a ball cap and shades. “Could go either way,” I tell myself.

I approach Pleasant Hill Road, so I decide to get off and pull in to the McDonald’s there, acting like I’m getting breakfast. Yep, Mr. Black Car pulls off behind me and stays
real close. I make the turn into McDonald’s, he turns right behind me, but I get into the drive through and he parks close to the exit. I assume he’s waiting for me and yes, I know wha
t
assum
e
means. After I’ve ordered and paid, I go to exit and sure enough he follows. Since I haven’t figured out how to use the Bluetooth yet, I pick up my phone and call nine, one, one.

“
Nine, One, One, what’s your emergency?”

“Umm, yeah...I think I’m being followed.”

“Ma’am, where are you?”

“Entering on to I85 South from Pleasant Hill Rd.”

“What makes you think someone’s following you?”

“I noticed this car all the way back at Buford, got off on Pleasant Hill
, and it’s right behind me again. Every time I change lanes, he changes too, and he’s hugging my bumper.”

“Okay ma’am, continue driving and stay on the phone with me. What kind of car are you in and what lane are you traveling in?

“2014 Nissan Maxima, black with drive out tags on it. I’m in the far right lane.”

“And what kind of car is following you?”

“Not sure, looks like a Toyota or Nissan, sedan. Dark blue or black.”

“Ok, put your emergency flashers on and I’ll dispatch an officer. Stay on the line.”

“Thank you”

I search the dashboard and locate the flasher button, pressing it in. As soon as I do this, the car backs off a little.

“Okay, lights are on, car backed off a bit, but it’s still behind me.”

“Good, keep up with traffic and keep those lights on. There is an officer entering at Jimmy Carter Blvd, he’ll drop in behind you and keep back a little until he can get the tag run.”

“Okay.”

I’m watching out my mirror and I can see a Gwinnett County police car merge in behind the car behind me. My eyes are darting back and forth between my mirror and the road. I sure don’t want to have an accident with all of this going on. That would be my luck.

“Ma’am, are you still on the line?”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“Okay, give me your contact information. Once I have that, the officer is going to make a traffic stop and I need you to keep going.”

I give her my name, address and cell number
, I can hear her clicking away on her computer.

“Now, you are going to see his blues come on, so don’t jump. Just keep driving and the officer will contact you later to get your statement and update you.”

“Thank you for your help.”

“You are most welcome. Stay safe out there.”

“I’ll try”

By this time, I’m shaking
a little and totally frazzled. As the blues come on behind me, Mr. Black Car immediately drops back and merges to the side of the road. I do what the operator told me to do and keep going, changing lanes over one, picking up my speed. I try to watch out of my mirror, but I am out of sight before the cop gets out of his car.

I finally make it to the office without further problems. I park and then I sit, too shaken up to get out of the car, even though I am about twenty minutes late. Tim will understand, I hope. I check my phone and so far, no calls from the officer that made the stop. I wonder what the hell that was about. I’m just glad my mamma taught me to always be aware of my surroundings. It comes naturally for me, and it’s not something I will stop doing
, that’s for sure.

I finally make it to my desk and Tim is there waiting for me.

“Ally, you’re late again. What’s going on with you?”

Shit
…

“I was followed this morning by some nut job. I had to call the police from my car and keep steady until they could make the traffic stop.”

“Followed? Ally, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I noticed him or her behind me all the way from my exit. I got off on Pleasant Hill
, to see if the car would follow and it did, waited for me at McDonald’s,” I say as I hold up my now cold Egg McMuffin. I don’t even want it now and it probably wouldn’t go down anyway.

“Once he got back on I85 behind me, I called nine
, one, one and they dispatched an officer who pulled him over. I kept going, but they are supposed to call me later to get my statement.” I continue as I drop in to my chair, my face finding solitude in my hands. I fight back the tears, because I’ve done enough of that shit lately and I don’t want to cry anymore.

“Damn girl, do you have any idea who it was?” Tim asks and I shake my head.

“No idea.”

“Well, if you need me to follow you home.....”

“Shit, he knows where I live,” I gasp.

“What do you mean, he knows where you live? How could he know? How do you even know it’s
a
he?”

“I guess I don’t know that it was
a
he
,
I just assumed, and, he - or she - was at the exit to my apartment complex waiting for me to pull out, I think. I just didn’t realize the car was following me, until it was on my bumper. I’m just glad I didn’t have to hit the brakes or he would have slammed right in to me.”

“Jesus, Ally. I’ll follow you home later, or is there somewhere else you can go?” Tim asks.

“I guess I could go to my parents’ house, but I really don’t want to worry them, I don’t have any clothes there, so I have to go home. You don’t need to follow me. I’ll get Heather to come over and keep me company.”

“I don’t like it Ally. You
call me if you need anything, and, let me know when the officer calls you. I want you to keep me posted, okay?” Tim says, as he stands to leave my office and I just nod. I know he sees the fear in my eyes and I’m trying to mask it, but it’s hard.

I finally break down and call Heather, because I need her assistance in this later on. Maybe I can stay at her apartment until we figure out what’s going on.

“Heather Langley,” she says as she answers her phone on the first ring.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Ally! Shit! Why didn’t you respond to me yesterday? You had me all worried.”

“Cause I was pissed at you, but I’m over it now. Got worse things to deal with and I need your help.”

I tell her about being followed and ask if I can stay at her apartment tonight, of course she agrees. Anything for her to not have to be alone. We need to talk anyway, so this is a good excuse.

Just after lunch, my cell rings. “Ally Sanders.”

“Ms. Sanders, this is Sargent Jack Rossetti with the Gwinnett County Police Department. I handled the traffic stop this morning. Do you have a few minutes?”

“Yes, I do. Thank you for
calling,” I say, as I step around my desk to close the door to my office, effectively shutting any nosiness out.

“Well, I pulled over the vehicle and the person was Scott Adair, do you know him?” He asks.

“No, never heard of him. Did he say why he was following me?”

“He says he wasn’t and I checked him out, he’s clean. So I couldn’t arrest him. Can you tell me what made you think he was following you?”

Great, he thinks I’m some freaked out drama queen that imagined this whole thing.

“When I pulled out of my apartment complex on Buford Drive, he pulled in behind me. I didn’t pay much attention to him
, until I saw the same car following me real close, almost seemed like he was close to touching my bumper. I made a series of lane changes and even exited off at Pleasant Hill Road. He stayed right behind me, waiting in the parking lot at McDonald’s while I went through the drive-thru. When I exited back on to I85, he was right behind me again, that’s when I called nine one one.”

“Well, unfortunately he didn’t do anything wrong and I couldn’t hold him. I’m going to give you my cell number and you call me if you see him again, okay?”

I take down his contact info and slip in to my wallet. Great, now what? I can’t go home and now I’m stuck at Heather’s for a while. There are a few cops that live in the complex, maybe I will grab one and have him go with me to my apartment to get some things.

I finish my day and
go down to the garage to head home. “Do you want me to follow you?” Tim calls out, from down the hall.

“No, I think I’ll be okay. Surely he won’t try it again
, knowing I called the police the last time.”

“Did the officer call you today?”

“Yeah, someone named Scott Adair. I have no idea who he is, but he couldn’t arrest him cause, technically he didn’t do anything wrong and he came back clear on their check. I’ve racked my brain and I honestly do not know who he is.”

“Well, drive safe and keep your eyes peeled. Call the police again if you see anything strange. Are you going to your parents’ house?”

“No,” I tell him, “I don’t want to worry them, so I’m going to Heather’s place. There are a few cops that live in my complex, so I will flag one down and have him go with me to get some clothes and such. Once I feel safe again, I’ll go home. I don’t have the alarm system activated at home, but I will do that this evening, when I get home.”

“Okay, be
safe. Text me when you get home,” he says, as he walks back in to his office.