Free Fall (Free Fall Vol. 2): (Loving Summer #7: The Donovan Brothers #4) (4 page)

He
pulled me up and kissed me, his tongue moving deep into my mouth, while he
played with my nipples, circling his thumb around the perked peaks.

            I
was so turned on, I wanted him to enter me so badly that I leaned my hips against
his, rubbing my clit against his shaft. 

            “Hold
on, Darling,” he said, smiling a wicked smile, his eyes half closed. “Good
things come to those who wait,” he said softly.

            I
shivered at how sexy that came out against my ear.

            “I
can’t wait,” I said, trying to kiss his mouth.

            He
got the hint and kissed me hotly, devouring my mouth with his tongue, while he
rubbed his shaft harder against my clit, making me clench and shudder. He was
so hard and smooth, gliding against me, I almost came as a wave went through
me.

            “Please,”
I said. “I can’t wait.”

            “My
goal is to take care of you, Darling, in every way you wish,” Luis said
huskily.  He plunged into me and thrusted hard.  Then he pulled out, turned me
around, and entered me from behind, filling me to the hilt while I gasped and
began moaning.  “Give it to me hard, Luis,” I said.  “I want to feel all of
you.”

            “As
you wish, Darling,” he said holding my long hair in his grip while plunging
hard and fast into me in a strong steady rhythm until we were both screaming
with pleasure.

            I
should have been spent, but with Luis, I was insatiable. He reached over to
play with one of my nipples before putting it in his mouth and licking it. “How
are you feeling?” he asked when he stopped.

            I
smiled wickedly and turned off the shower, “I want to ride that hard dick of
yours,” I said until one of us can’t walk the next day.”

            Luis
laughed. “Non-stop, that’s what you are…I should’ve known. Nat rarely sleeps.
Are you like that?”

            “Honey,”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the shower. So what if we were wet. I
laid down on the replica bed in my bedroom and open myself up to him. “Didn’t
you say you love to eat pussy?”

            Luis’
eyes narrowed with desire as he jumped onto me, his face buried between my
legs, his mouth and tongue fucking me like I was his last meal.

            “When
it comes to this, Luis, I’m insatiable. Nat nor anyone in my family knows, I’m
a sex addict. I can’t get enough, especially from hot young men like you.”

            “Oh
God, you are a man’s dream come true,” Luis grunted.

            And
this place, full of the most desirable virile healthy pussy-starved men; was
going to be my dream come true. If Nat insisted I had to stay here to be kept
safe, then I was going to enjoy myself thoroughly.

Chapter
6

Drew

           
I
knew Nat was in the hospital, and I should be
there with him, but Summer, my Summer had gone missing. At first I thought it
was because of Nat…that Summer got cold feet, but knew she wouldn’t leave all
of us hanging like that. She would at least leave a note. It’s been days, and
my top team at Donovan Dynamics are doing all they could to trace her, to find
anything on her.  The last they saw of her from a satellite feed was after she
visited Rachel for lunch. Then no trace.

Gone.
Without a trace.

Who
were we dealing with? Some kind of damn ghost? But even ghosts leave trails. 
All I can do is have my team work on this while I go and try to retrace
Summer’s steps and hope that Nat will wake up soon. As much as I hate to admit
this, I needed Nat this time, to help locate Summer. He would know who has her,
and what kind of crazy we are up against.

            I
know Summer’s been in trouble before, and I’ve always felt a connection to her
that was unexplainable whenever she needed me. 

            I
don’t know if it was some kind of soulmate connection or psychic connection or
whatever, but for some reason, whenever she was in trouble, I had a knack of
finding her just in time.  I pray to God, I would get that vibe right now.  I
needed it now, to know she was okay, that she wasn’t hurt by some crazy maniacal
asshole. 

            I
needed to see her, to touch her, to feel her. 

            I
missed her so much.

            My
poor Summer.

            I
swear whoever has her better be prepared to answer to me when I find them and
make them pay.

            First
you try to kill my brother, sending him to the hospital, rendering him useless
when I needed him to help find Summer, and now you’ve taken the only reason I’ve
kept sane all these years. Summer was my natural antidote for that darkness I
would fall into, that Nat and everyone else thought was depressions and mental
illness.

            Yes,
I took my medication on and off, but mostly in the last ten years since Summer
has been with me, been mine, made me the happiest man, no heck, person alive; I
didn’t need it. She was my sunshine, my cure for the darkness.

            “Any
news, yet?” I asked Thompson, the head of “Discovery” as we called “Tracking”
here.

            “No,
I’m sorry,” Thompson said. “Whoever has her knew how to keep her out of the
radar, literally, and figuratively. She must have been kept in some kind of
internet, cable, and phone-free environment.  Our best hackers can’t even hack
into any computers to use the webcams to check out private rooms.”

            “Normally
that is unethical and forbidden, Thompson,” I said, but here, we’re trying to
find a missing person in a life or death situation.

            “Do
you want me to find her or not,” he asked matter-of-factly.

            “Of
course I do,” I said. “But…”

            “The
local authorities have been alerted to her disappearance, yet they haven’t even
lifted a finger, and she’s been missing for days. Those are critical days,
which anything could have happened to her then,” Thompson said. 

            “True,”
I gave Thompson a nod, and said, “I leave it up to you. You’re in charge of the
surveillance, and, as for me…” I put on my black jacket and dark jeans and
combat boots.  “I’m going to go see Nat.”

            I
walked out of the main tech room and down to the garage, pulling out my cell
phone.

            “Hi,
I’m Drew Donovan, the brother of your patient. No, I’m not Andrew. I’m Drew.
And he’s Nat, Nat Donovan…the patient with the head surgery conducted by Dr.
Jones a few days ago?”

            I
grabbed a pistol from my private locker in the garage of the building, which
Donovan Dynamics was headquartered.  Now in Los Angeles, and closer to where
Summer worked at the hospital.  I placed the pistol in my holster under my
jacket.  Rachel and I had one to protect ourselves, being who we were as
recognizable billionaire heirs.  I rarely have it on me or near me, and I think
Rachel threw hers away, refusing to live in fear or have a bodyguard constantly
around her. But today was different.  If they got Nat and took Summer, they
might go after Rachel or I.

            I
lost the connection between my phone to the hospital in the garage and put it
aside, while I pulled out of the garage in my black Mercedes.  It was sedate
and wouldn’t draw too much attention. 

            Once
out of the garage, my phone found its connection again.  “I’m sorry,” I said,
reconnecting.  “I’m Dr. Summer Jones’ fiancé, Drew Donovan.  How is the patient
he operated on for head injuries doing? What? You can’t find him? He’s
missing?  And the woman who was visiting him almost everyday…Rachel
Donovan…she’s gone, too?”

            I
stepped on the gas, speeding my way through traffic to where, I had no clue.  I
just know I had to find them all.  Nat, Nat, Nat, where could you be?

            The
last time I saw him was at the Blue Meridien Hotel, and he was in a hurry to
leave.  He did slip me his card, though, and what if, by some strange freak of
natural coincidence, he would have his phone on him?  I pulled out his card and
punched in his number. And pray somehow it would lead to something.

            The
phone began ringing, and a young woman’s voice picked up. 

            “Hi,”
she said. “Oh, sorry, I thought I picked up my phone,” she said almost to
herself.  “I must have that patron’s phone on me, pick it up by mistake. But
he’s in the hospital, and well…Oops, I shouldn’t have picked up. May be some
guy who’s after Eddie, too, like he was. Man, that Eddie, throwing me out like
that after that earth-shattering sex we’ve just had, and in front of that Dr.
Bitch he’s so goo goo over right now. What does she have that I don’t? Yes,
nice boobs and hair, those pretty hazel eyes. So what? What was he trying to
impress her for? She’s only bait…” seemed like she forgot the phone was on as
she rambled on and on, which gave me enough time to locate where she was…

            Right
in Malibu, close to, I couldn’t believe it, Aunt Sookie’s Pad. 

            “What
a dumb happy go-lucky name she has too. Sunny or something, he called her.  God,
I hate that bitch. She has Eddie wrapped up around her high-class Malibu Barb
finger. She doesn’t deserve him.  Not when she’s already got that billionaire
boyfriend patron Andrew for a lover.  What does she have that I don’t to live
such a charmed life? I hate her. I hate her.”

            I
hung up.  As much as I would like to keep the phone on to follow her trail, I
could not stand that self-defeating depressed hate mojo she was spewing. I was
already in a dark depression missing Summer after all. Don’t need some whiny
ex-girlfriend of some Eddie mobster, which he seemed to be, making me feel
further depressed.

            I
had memorized the last location she was in before hanging up.

            Near
Aunt Sookie’s place, but not right there, somewhere South of there.

            I
pulled out my tablet and did a satellite search of the location.  It seemed to
be coming from an affluent neighborhood nearby.

            I
did another search.  Homes recently rented or sold there.  The one address that
popped up out of the two was an exact match of the location the phone
pinpointed.

            Bingo.

            I
pulled up my mobile computer and asked for the fastest way to that address, and
sped my way through.

Chapter
7

Summer

E
ddie practically pushed Brandi out the door
when she tried to stay, after having full on sex in front of me.  He shut and
locked the door behind him, making sure she didn’t come back to the room,
although I could hear her screaming angrily out his name in the hallway, and
cussing up a storm about me, about him, and everything under the sun.

She
kicked at the door, screamed, and even hit the door with a heavy object, trying
to pry it open. Her phone rang outside, and she picked up, cussing and cursing
the entire time to whoever was on the line.  Finally, I could hear her heels
clicking away down the hallway.

Eddie
gave me an exasperated look and went to the window of his bedroom to look out.
“Finally, that crazy bitch has left the building,” he said, shaking his head.
“I should never have let her think I was interested in anything more than sex.”

He
let out a big breath and said, “As you can see, Doctor, I deal with all kinds
of people.”

“I
see,” I said. “She seemed seriously into you. Was it all just one-sided?”

I
didn’t know why I bothered asking him something so personal, but he looked
vulnerable, human like just an ordinary guy at the moment, instead of someone
who was holding me hostage against my will. Maybe there was some sympathetic
person underneath all that tough exterior. If so, I would have a chance of
getting out of this alive.

“No,”
he said, “I saw her off and on whenever I came back from overseas. I met her at
the most exclusive gentleman’s club, The Blue Room, and although we’re not
supposed to know each others’ real identities outside The Blue Room, we saw
each other outside, and had the craziest sex.  That woman was wild and into
anything. I just didn’t think she’d get attached.  I hate attachment. It gets
in the way, and besides,” he said walking up to my chair where he had my hands
tied behind my back, “I’m into another flavor right now.”

He
leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips, pulled away and then kissed me
again, running his long tongue along the inside of my mouth. “You taste spicy,”
he said. “Yet sweet,” he licked his lips before pulling my head towards his and
openly kissing me. His tongue diving in and playing with mine while pressing
his hard body into mine. “Delicious,” he said, “Fresh and refreshing. I love
this taste.” He straddled me, leaning my head back as he took full control of
my mouth.

At
this angle, my mouth was wide open as he delved in, sucked at my tongue, and
began inhaling me as though he was trying to suck me in. The sensation was like
nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and I needed to gasp for air, which
opened my mouth further, and I inhaled more of him, his oxygen became mine, and
I was breathing him in, feeling him breathe me into him.

It
was so intimate, so erotic, I couldn’t help clenching between my legs, and then
I felt his fingers between my legs, working me, circling me, as he deep kissed
me.

I
finally came into his hand, and moaned deeply into him, as he gave me a big
wide grin. “Admit it,” he said. “I make you hot and wet. You want me, don’t
you?”

He
brought his fingers up to taste me and closed his eyes while he sucked each of
his fingers dry. “You’re like fine wine, Doctor,” he said huskily against my
skin. “Exquisite and rare. No wonder you have men lined up all around you. I
noticed. And…” he closed his eyes. “I waited to sample you. I wanted to see
what the fuss was all about, what Nat Donovan was so hung up over…the woman who
meant so much to him, whom he would give up everything for.  Now I’ve sampled
you, and know why he does what he does to keep you safe and away from guys like
me.”

Despite
my recent orgasm, my body shivered. Not from desire, but from a chill that went
through me. This sexy man who just gave me a mind-blowing orgasm, was also
someone I had to be wary of. He was dangerous still, and despite how he could
work my body to a frenzy, he couldn’t be trusted.

Most
likely, he was playing with me, seducing me with compliments and his talk of
how he was attracted to me, how he wanted me; only I suspect to get into my
head, so I could trust him. Become his ally, become his puppet. And perhaps use
me against Nat.

Well,
two can play this game. I’ve heard of captors who seduce their captives and
ended up brainwashing them to fall in love with them.  Stockholm Syndrome. Was
this what that was? Was all the building desires and lust for this man because
of this?

If
I went along with it, he would think he was winning, getting through to me, but
in reality, I would be getting him to trust me, to fall for me. To let me go,
and to be persuaded to let Nat and this revenge thing he has against Nat go for
once and for all.

“Eddie,”
I said. “It is Eddie, isn’t it?”

“No,”
he said. “That’s the name I made up to give to that bitch.

“Then,”
I said, running my finger against the front of his shirt. “What should I call
you? How would you like me to call out your name when you finally,” I ran my
fingers like claws gently over his chest and lean into his ear to whisper into
it, “sink your thick hot dick into me?” I turned to face him, looking deep into
his eyes. “Because, I leaned in close to him and outlined my tongue on his
lips. My eyes staring into his as sweet and innocent, yet sultry as I can.

He
groaned loudly and opened his mouth to take in my tongue and sucked hard at it
while his hands went to my bare breasts. He just stared at them. “God, you are
beautiful,” he said. He brought one of my breasts to his mouth, licked it, and
covered it with his mouth as he sucked and licked. “You taste as good as you
look.” He licked harder, faster, groaning as he filled his mouth with me.

“Ohhh,”
I cooed. “So good. Oh, Eddie,” I hesitated. “Eddie?”

“No,”
he grunted, unable to pull his mouth away from my breast, away from my body.
“You get to call me by my real name. Xavier.”

My
eyes flashed as I looked at him. “Such a sexy name,” I grasped. “I want to run my
fingers on your sexy head,” I said, licking the top of it, tasting his sweat. I
wriggled my hands, still tied behind my back. “But I can’t,” I pouted.

With
one swift motion, he tore off the silk ties on my wrist and pulled my hands up
by the wrist above my head. He lifted me from my chair with one arm at my
waist, brought me to the bed, laid me out with my arm above my head and covered
me with his body, kissing my neck, my shoulders, and my mouth again, while
holding my arms above me. “How does that feel?” he asked, licking the side of
my face before kissing me gently on the lips.

“Oh,”
I said, blinking. I held my breath and slowly let it out. I wasn’t prepared for
that last soft kiss. It was so gentle, it surprised me. “I…”

He
stopped me with another gentle kiss.

I
shook my head. So gentle. So tender. So unexpected from a man as brutal as he
was, as powerful as he was.

I
sighed, closing my eyes and smiling into him. ‘It feels so good, Xavier.”

He
smiled at me, genuinely and happily. “I’m glad, my beauty,” he said, gently
touching my face before he surprised me again with a soft kiss.

I
sighed and leaned into him as his arms came over me. “You surprise me, Xavier,”
I said smiling into his eyes. “I didn’t expect this of you.”

“No
one does, no one has, my beauty,” he said. “Your sweetness, your gentleness…it
brought it out of me. I didn’t expect to be this way with you, too.”

“Oh,
Xavier,” I said, snuggling into him as he spooned his body next to mine.

He
rubbed my wrist, kissing them gently and licking them. “I’m sorry I hurt these
precious wrists,” he said. “But I didn’t want you to escape. I want you here,
with me.”

“Xavier,”
I said, kissing his cheek. “If you had shown me kindness before, had talked to
me instead of trying to scare me, I would have stayed without having to be
tied.”

“I
couldn’t take that chance,” he said, looking away. “I need you, and I can’t
have you trying to escape.”

“Xavier,
Xavier,” I said, playfully tapping his nose with my finger and smiling. “What
am I going to do with you?”

He
grabbed my finger and kissed it, pulling me on top of him while he hugged and
kissed me with such love and affection. “You’re going to be mine, that’s what,”
he said, hugging me tighter. “You’re going to be my woman, my lover, mine.”
This time he said it fiercely.

I
smiled happily and hugged him tightly. “I…”

I
couldn’t believe this was the same man that was threatening me with my life for
days. I couldn’t believe he truly felt that way about me. I barely knew him,
yet he acted like he’s known me for some time.

There
came a loud knocking on the door.

“Oh
for God’s sake, couldn’t she take a hint that I don’t want her here?” Xavier
groaned. “Do I have to physically toss her out?” He pulled my shirt back up,
covering my breast, kissed me tenderly, then hungrily, sucking my tongue with
his mouth and groaning when he had to pull away. “I’ll be right back, and when
I come back,” he said, “I’m going to make you forget every man who ever dared
touch you.” He kissed me hard before pulling away, groaning once again.

I
couldn’t believe my eyes. He was a changed man, happier, more playful, even a
spring in his step. Could he have really fallen for me that fast or was he
playing me?

The
mood changed instantly, though, when he came back into the room, carrying a
young man in his early 20s, who was bleeding and almost unconscious.

“Quick,
clear the bed.” He laid the young man on the bed and looked over at me. “Can
you help him? Patch him up so he stops bleeding?”

I
looked at the young man, who was now pale and ghostly white. He had lost a lot
of blood. A wound in his shoulder that was a clear hole through him. Then down
below, his kneecaps had been blown out with a gunshot wound.

“I’m
going to need a sharp knife, a sewing kit, a burner or something that can get
the knife extra hot, and alcohol.”

“What
are you going to do?” Xavier asked.

“Surgery,”
I said. “I’m going to cut into him to his veins where it hasn’t stopped
bleeding and create a clot. If I don’t he may bleed to death. I also need to
have bags of blood to get some back into him. You know what type he is?”

“He’s
the same as mine,” Xavier said.

“How
do you know?” I asked. “For certain?”

“Yes,
because he’s my little brother.”

“Oh,”
I said, now seeing a bit of a resemblance between the two. “I’ll work as fast
as I could. Get all of those things, and while I’m performing surgery, hold
unto his hand. I don’t have anesthetics so it’s going to hurt…unless we get him
to a hospital. Then I can have all my tools…”

“Out
of the question,” Xavier said. “We have to do with what we’ve got.” He left the
room, and within seconds, a couple of men came in with the supplies, and Xavier
stepped outside to talk to a group of men who had gathered outside the door,
his face angry, and determined. The men dispersed, and then Xavier came back
into the room. I had turn on all the lights, put on reading glasses to act as
magnifying glasses, and poured alcohol to the places I was going to operate on.
I waited a bit to numb it, then I began.

Halfway
through, I looked over at Xavier, who was holding his brother’s hand tightly,
but looking really worried. “I’m almost finished,” I assured him. “He’s doing
well, a real trooper. You are too,” I smiled at him.

I
applied the hot knife to the last spot to clot the vein, and then began sewing
the wound. Xavier looked away as I worked.

“He
must be special to you,” I said, quickly sewing and finishing up.

“He
is. He had always been there for me since we were kids, living in the streets
without parents. We lived in poverty, but we were happy as long as we had each
other,” he said. “It was Jorge who got us off the streets. He found me a job,
working for some big shots who ran the city. They needed a boy to deliver goods
to other big shots, and I was happy to do it. It was a way to put food in our
bellies, and I did a great job delivering the goods without getting caught like
some of the other boys. It led to bigger jobs, and I did what I had to do to
survive.

I
got better and better at dealing with people, creating businesses, and running
things so well that eventually I became the man running my old bosses’
operations.  I got rich and richer, being able to afford the nicest things, but
always having to watch my back, never being able to get close to anyone, except
Jorge.”

He
looked at me and a look of desire crossed his face as he gazed at mine. “I
never could have a relationship with a woman, just endless strings of loose
women, women who won’t talk, women who used my body as much as I used theirs
for pleasure and to forget. Never with a quality woman who you can be proud to
be with, who understood you.”

His
gaze never left my face as he talked, making me heat up and suddenly become
self-conscious.

I
finished patching Jorge up, and turned to Xavier. “Now he needs to be left
alone so he can rest and heal. It’ll be a few days before he could even feel
somewhat normal, but…oh, the blood, we can get blood from the hospital for a
transfusion or we can just take it out of someone.”

“Use
me,” Xavier said. “Like I said, he’s the same as me.”

“You’re
clean and…” I stopped. Why was I asking that when this boy on the bed, needed
his brother’s blood so desperately?

“I
am,” Xavier said, winking at me. “I’m tested, clean, and ready to have sex with
you at any time, Doctor.”