Held by You (18 page)

In the next moment he was opening the sliding glass doors to the patio and taking her inside. “I’m going to show you just what you mean to me,” he said. “I’m going to make love to you all night long. I don’t intend to let you come up for air.”

She caught her breath at his words that filled her with emotion and made her body tingle.

He kissed her while unbuttoning her blouse, as if not wanting to break their connection. She could sense the frustration in him as his big fingers worked to undo the buttons on her blouse. One by one he undid them before he pushed the blouse over her shoulders and down her arms.

The broomstick skirt was easier. All he had to do was drag it down over her hips and it fell to the floor around her ankles. Now only in black panties and a matching bra, she kicked off her flats and shoved the skirt away with her foot. He reached around her and unfastened her bra. She let the straps slide down her arms and dropped the bra. He pushed down her panties and she kicked them aside, next to the skirt.

He groaned as he brought her naked body up against him and his rough clothing chafed her body in the most erotic way. She wanted his clothes off and she began to unfasten his buttons. She needed his shirt off so badly that she fumbled in her hurry. Once the shirt was unbuttoned, he shrugged out of it and tossed it aside. She worked on his belt next before tackling the button of his jeans and dragging down the zipper.

With his hands on her shoulders, he toed off his boots and kicked them aside before removing his socks. She shoved his underwear down with his jeans at the same time she dropped to her knees and wrapped her fingers around his thick cock.

John went still as Hollie brought her mouth down on his erection. He’d planned on giving to her completely, not taking. But now that she was on her knees, his cock in her mouth, he found he could barely think, much less stop her and take over. It was as if she had taken control and he was at her mercy.

The feeling of her wet mouth around his cock made his gut tighten and he groaned. He watched her as she took him to the back of her throat and he sucked in his breath as she swirled her tongue along his cock.

Her name came out as a gravelly whisper.
“Hollie.”

She’d been a virgin when he’d taken her. How the hell had she learned to go down on a man like she was going down on him? The thought went through his mind that maybe she’d had oral sex with other men and a burst of hot jealousy tore through him.

He fisted his hands in her hair, showing her that she was his now. He wanted all of her—her heart, her mind, her body. No other man should ever enter her mind again because as far as he was concerned, there would be no other man but him.

Where had the jealous thoughts come from? How had he come to want her so much? To
need
her more than he needed water or air.

“I want to see your eyes.” He barely got the words out and then clenched his teeth as she looked up at him.

She had the most beautiful honey-gold eyes. He brushed hair from her forehead with his fingertips as she looked at him with an innocence that caused his gut to twist.

In and out, her mouth so hot and wet, the feel of his cock at the back of her throat—it was all sending him out of his mind.

An orgasm hovered just seconds away. A part of him wanted to ask her if he could come in her mouth, but another part of him wanted to be inside her, to feel her naked body beneath his.

When he knew he was close to no return, he stilled her with his hands on her head. “Stop.” He barely got the word out and drew his cock out of her mouth. “I don’t want to come yet.”

She looked up at him with such a sweet expression that he wanted to hold her close to him. He took her by her hands and brought her to her feet before wrapping her in his embrace. His cock was harder than he remembered it ever being as it pressed into her belly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he lowered his head to kiss her, drinking in her scent and her taste.

When he raised his head, he held her face in his hands. “I’ve never wanted or needed anything or anyone like I need you, Hollie. I will do anything for you. I will move mountains for you. Don’t ever doubt me.”

Her throat worked as she swallowed. Slowly she nodded. “I believe you.”

“God, what you do to me.” He groaned and kissed her again, loving the feeling of her naked body against his.

Her eyes widened when he scooped her into his arms and she held onto his neck as he carried her to the bed. He pulled the comforter back and laid her on the mattress, settling her head on a pillow.

He paused long enough to retrieve his jeans, pull his wallet out of a pocket, and slip a condom out. He tossed the packet onto the bed, close to her.

With his eyes focused on hers, he eased onto the bed and braced his hands on the bed to either side of her head as he looked down at her, drinking her up, feeling like he could never get enough of her body, her mind, her taste, her scent.

She looped her arms around his neck as he lowered his head and brought his mouth to hers. Primal instinct took over and he kissed her hard. A growl rose up in his throat, coming out of nowhere and he kissed her with even more passion.

Her passion matched his and the kiss became fierce, wild. He wanted to drive his cock inside her, taking her, staking his claim. He had to fight the instinct, the wildness inside him, and slid his lips to the corner of her mouth.

She whimpered and raised her hips, pressing her mound against his cock. He clenched his jaws, again having to fight the urge to drive inside her.

He licked and kissed her skin as he moved his lips along her shoulder, savoring the salty taste of her skin. He loved the little moans and gasps she made as he touched her. He sucked her nipples and she whimpered from the pleasure he was giving her.

“I’m going to show you how much you mean to me.” The words came out roughly. “I want you to feel it in the way I kiss you, feel it in the way I touch you.”

He didn’t care that they hadn’t actually come together until recently. He was a man who knew what he wanted, a man who would do anything to get what he wanted. He was also a man who cared for and protected what was his.

Hollie was his. He would trade his life for hers.

“John.” She sighed his name as he continued down from her breasts and dipped his tongue into her belly button. “I feel…I feel amazing with you.”

“That’s because you are amazing, honey,” he said as he skimmed his lips lower yet.

Her skin was so soft against his callused hands and his mouth. He loved her full curves, the way her body felt beneath his. He wanted to cherish her, to let her know how he felt through the way he made love to her.

He settled his palms against the soft flesh of the insides of her thighs and pressed them wide before placing a kiss on her mound. He heard her catch her breath as he slid his tongue down and along her slit.

She gasped as he widened her folds with his fingers and he licked the length of her folds, from her clit and down to the soft skin just below. He slipped his palms under her ass and buried his face against her sweet flesh.

With a cry she tightened her fingers in his hair, pulling at the strands as she wriggled beneath him. He loved her taste, her scent, and liked the burn on his scalp as she pulled his hair and squirmed.

He licked her harder, and she made cries and whimpers that fueled his desire for her. He slid two fingers into her silken wet heat and moved them in and out as he sucked her clit. Her legs trembled to either side of his head she tensed and there was a charge in the air that told him she was close to coming.

She climaxed with a shout that gave him a feeling of intense satisfaction. He licked her until she stopped vibrating and her core stopped clenching around his fingers. Until her body relaxed as she came down from her orgasm high.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He rose to his knees, tore open the foil packet, and rolled the condom down his cock as he held her gaze. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips parted as she held her arms out to him. He positioned his cock at her entrance before kissing her and thrusting inside her, causing her to gasp.

It felt so damn good being inside her. He closed his eyes as he held still for a moment, feeling her tight core around his cock. He opened his eyes and began moving in and out, forcing himself to go slow. She gripped his shoulders as he rose. When he looked down at her he saw that her eyes had widened and her breath was coming in small pants.

His own breathing came harder, perspiration coating his skin. He tried to keep his pace slow but soon he couldn’t hold back. He gritted his teeth and drove deeper. She wrapped her thighs around his hips and moved in time with his motions.

She grasped his shoulders tighter, her nails digging into his flesh. Her eyes glazed as if she was seeing something he couldn’t before her back arched and she cried out his name, almost screaming as she came hard. Her body shuddered and she looked dizzy for a moment.

But even as her orgasm faded, she moved her hips in time with his, meeting his every thrust. He felt his mind start to spin. Sensation wound tight in his groin, expanding until it exploded inside him.

It was an orgasm like he’d never had before. He grew lightheaded as he felt his climax from his scalp to his toes. He thrust a few times more, drawing out his orgasm until he couldn’t take anymore of the sensation. Until he was completely spent.

His arms nearly felt weak as he stared down at her. A droplet of sweat rolled down the side of his face and landed on her collarbone. He kissed her hard before drawing her into his arms and holding her close.

“I’m never letting you go,” he murmured. “Never.”

She gave a little sigh and snuggled closer to him. “I feel safe with you,” she said softly. “Like nothing could ever go wrong. As if nothing could ever hurt me.”

He kissed her temple. “As long as I’m here, nothing ever will.”

Hollie smiled as she looked at the Christmas tree and its colorful lights and decorations. John had been so sweet to give her a Christmas while everything else in her life had gone to hell.

She refused to think of the negative right now, though. At times it seemed like it was something happening to someone else and she was the outsider watching as it unfolded.

John should be home soon. He’d gone to work early that morning and it was dark now. She had a casserole warming in the oven and the house smelled of cheese and pasta.

A thump came from the direction of the backdoor in the kitchen. Hollie frowned. It had been a loud thump, completely out of place. Had John come home? Was he coming in the back door instead of the front?

Another thump caused a chill to run down her spine and she turned to face the archway that led to the kitchen. Something wasn’t right. She started to dig her phone out of her pocket when she heard a footstep and then she gasped.

Freddy Victors stepped into the kitchen doorway.

Blood drained from her face as he stepped closer to her, a leer on his face, somehow nastier than ever before.

She took a step back when Dickey appeared behind Freddy. His expression was dark, vicious.

Heart thumping, she whirled and ran for the front door. One of the men tackled her from behind, landing hard on her as he took her down to the floor. Something crashed to the floor as they hit an end table on the way down.

Breath whooshed from her lungs as her body hit the floor and her chin hit the tile too. Pain shot through her body and her face.

“I’ve got you now, slut,” Freddy said in her ear, sending a shudder throughout her. “You’re fucking that cop but I’m gonna show you what a real man’s like.” He scowled. “I’m so sick and tired of you and your kin fucking up my plans. I’m gonna have some real fun now.”

Terror and adrenaline shot through her and using her forearms she tried to crawl from beneath Freddy. Shards of a broken ceramic lamp lay in front of her. She screamed as loud as she could in hopes that a neighbor might hear her.

Freddy grabbed her by her elbows and jerked her hands behind her back. He held her wrists in one of his hands and clamped his other hand over her mouth.

“Get out the duct tape.” Freddy kept a tight hold on her as she struggled to get away from him.

Face still to the floor, she saw Dickey’s boots as he approached. The next thing she knew he swung his leg back and drove his boot into her side once, then twice. “That’s for killing Carl,” he said in a menacing voice. “I’d kill you now if Freddy didn’t want to fuck you first. Dunno what he’d want with a fat thing like you.”

Pain screamed through her and her mind spun with it as he kicked her again and she cried out from behind Freddy’s hand.

Dickey kicked her again and again. It was so excruciating that she was certain one or more of her ribs had cracked. Tears flooded her cheeks as the pain caused her body to seize.

“And that’s for Floyd. He’s in jail because of you, fat bitch.” Dickey leaned close. “Yep. I’m gonna love killing you.”

“Not ’til I’ve had my fun with her.” Freddy’s voice made her skin crawl. He moved his mouth close to her ear. “I told you I like broken things. Won’t be long ’til you’re broken so bad you’ll be glad Dickey’s gonna kill you.”

A sob escaped her from behind Freddy’s hand. Dickey knelt and she heard a tearing sound right before Freddy moved his hand and duct tape was slapped over her mouth. A moment more and her wrists were bound behind her with the tape.

Pain wracked her body and her skull as Freddy dragged her to her feet by her hair. More tears rushed down her cheeks. She didn’t want to cry but the tears came of their own volition.

Was he going to rape her right here, right now? And then would Dickey kill her when Freddy finished?

A cell phone rang and Freddy pulled one out of his pocket. “What?” he snapped into the phone. “Two cops been asking about me? What did you tell ’em?” A long pause and then his face twisted with anger. “Don’t fucking say anything else. Your place might be bugged.” Another pause. “Shut the fuck up and don’t call me again. I’ll call you.”

Freddy snapped his phone shut and stuffed it into his pocket. He pulled Hollie’s hair as he turned his attention back to her. “Where were we, sugar?”