Hewitt: Jagged Edge Series #1 (13 page)

"You were wrong about what you said about him. The rape charges were reduced. He fell in love with a girl whose parents slapped a rape charge on him only because she was a minor and he wasn't," I said defensively. "How were you able to get that information anyway? His records were sealed as long as he stayed away from her."

“I have my ways Lilly, especially when it comes to your safety," Peter responded.

The coffee shop wasn't very busy. We took a seat at one of the booths next to the window. Our waitress took our order and brought us coffee. I just stared at Peter as he put four packets of sugar in his cup. Stirring his coffee, he looked over to me with a smile. "I like my coffee extra sweet," he said as he took a sip.

Rolling my eyes, I replied back, "I bet your dentist loves you."

"As a matter of fact, she does, especially when I bring her cream filled donuts," he said.

I wasn't sure if he was trying to be funny, so I just ignored his comment. The waitress brought us our meal. Peter's consisted of three eggs over-easy, four strips of bacon, three dollar-sized pancakes, and a heaping mound of hash browns. Compared to my strawberry pancake with a side of cream, his meal could feed three people. I guess a man his size had the ability to put away a lot more food.

Finishing our meal, Peter insisted on walking with me back to my condo. I knew, no matter how much I protested, he wouldn’t give up. When we got to the condo, my door was cracked open. I must have been losing it, because I could have sworn I locked the door. Matter of fact, I knew I had locked it.

Peter pushed me behind him and said, "Wait here, Lilly."

I nodded as I watched him slowly pushed the door further open. I stayed in the hall wondering what was taking him so long. Unable to wait any longer, I quietly moved toward the door and entered. I didn't see Peter, so I softly whispered, "Peter, where are you?"

It was at that moment that I remembered the call I got a few days ago. I started to have second thoughts about everything. Maybe I was being stalked. Looking around, I couldn't see anything out of place. Peter appeared from the hallway. "Whoever was here, they’re gone. It doesn't look like anything has been disturbed," Peter said.

"Peter, I know I locked my door. Just like the last time," I said, adamantly

"I think it would be wise to have the locks on your door changed," he said, pulling his phone from his pocket.

I knew by the tone in his voice that he was talking to one of his men. I couldn't hear the full conversation, but I got the gist of it. He was arranging for someone to come over and change the locks on my door. While Peter was finishing up with the arrangements, I walked to my room to take a much-needed shower. Stripping off my clothing, I went to my dresser to pull out a bra and underwear set. I noticed that the drawer containing my bras and panties was opened. I couldn't understand why it would be pulled out. Scanning the contents, I noticed that some items were missing. Thinking that I may have forgotten to wash them, I began going through my laundry basket. The lacy pink and black matching bra and panties weren't there.

I needed to get in the shower, so I decided on a different matching set and postponed looking for the missing items until later. Rinsing the conditioner from my hair, I heard a soft knock on the bathroom door. Turning off the faucet, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body. Leaning against the door, I said, "I'll be out in a minute."

I hurried and put on my bra and panties, wrapped a towel around my wet hair, and grabbed my robe from the back of the door. I could feel that there was something in the pocket. Reaching inside, I pulled out a handful of pink rose petals. Opening the door, I held out my hand and revealed them to Peter. "Did you put these in the pocket of my robe?"

Peter looked at me, confused. "Why would I do that, Lilly?"

"Just like why would you take my favorite bra and underwear set?” I said, agitated by his denial.

"What are you talking about, Lilly?"

Pushing past him, I dumped the rose petals in the trash and proceeded to finish getting dressed. I could feel Peter's eyes on me, waiting for an answer. Turning towards him, I began pulling on my jeans and said, "Who else could have taken them, Peter? You are the only person who has been in my bedroom."

"I didn't take your underwear, and I certainly didn't put rose pedals in your pocket," he said, defensively.

Looking up at him, I could see that he was telling me the truth. The more I thought about it, there was no reason for him to take anything. "Maybe I misplaced them, but it still doesn't explain the petals."

"I'm placing someone outside your door Lilly, 24/7. Someone is stalking you," Peter stated.

Rising from the bed, Peter walked over to where I was standing. Taking me into his arms, he began holding me tight. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Lilly. I'll find out who it is."

Looking up at him, our eyes met. Peter lowered his lips to mine and softly kissed me. My arms automatically wrapped around his shoulders as he lifted my body from the floor. The feel of his body so close to mine had me wanting more of him. He gently laid me on the bed and began trailing kisses down my neck and across my collar-bone. Lowering the cup of my bra, his mouth consumed my breasts as his tongue flicked back and forth against my nipple. My back began to arch, needing more of what he was giving me. Trailing my hands down his broad shoulders to his muscular back, I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. My head was filled with the scent of musk and something masculine.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as his body began to grind against mine. The feel of his erection through his shorts had me undone. Lowering my hands down his body, I pushed my fingers under his waistband and began lowering his shorts over his tight ass and down his muscular legs. Peter pushed to his knees and pulled my body close to his. He began working on the zipper of my jeans while I undid the clasp of my bra and tossed it to the floor. Lifting my hips, Peter pulled the fabric of my jeans down my legs and off my body.

Looking down at me, I saw his smiling face as he said, "Nice."

His hands went under my ass, tugging my lacy thong off. With my body completely naked, Peter resumed his position, placing my legs over his shoulders. His mouth began trailing wet kisses along my inner thigh, stopping just at the juncture of my sex. Pushing upward, I moved my hips so that I could feel his warm mouth on my slick folds. Peter tightened his grip on my hips, allowing him to take control of my movements. "You need to hold still, Lilly or I'll stop," he ordered.

Not wanting him to stop, I ceased my movements and waited for him to continue his play. I would never be able to get enough of his touch. I knew the only way to get what I needed was to obey his command. Just like an obedient child, he gave me my reward. His fingers penetrated me while his mouth began circling my clit. As he lapped and sucked the hard nub, I could feel the beginning of my orgasm take control. I tried to stay still, but I needed more. My hips begin moving once again. It was only after I felt a slight sting on my ass cheek that I stopped.

"I told you not to move, Lilly. The next one won't be as gentle," he commanded.

I’ve never been spanked before, but there was something about his words and the feel of the sting against my cheek that made me want him to do it again. Pushing my luck, I moved my hips even more. In one swift move, I was on my stomach. Peter was holding on to my hips, pulling them up towards him. With my hips in the air, I felt the sting of his hand come down on my cheeks, first on the right, then on the left. "I think you like being punished for your misbehavior," Peter whispered.

When another slap came down on my tingling cheek, it was over. My gates opened and I could no longer hold back my release. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. The minute my scream of pleasure rang, Peter was inside me, thrusting and driving inside with no mercy. I could feel my body climax again the deeper Peter drove into me. When my name rolled off his lips, I knew he met his pleasure as well.

We laid there motionless as our bodies began to come down. Peter was on top of me with his chest to my back, his cock still wedged inside me. As my breathing began to even out, the tears began to fall. I wasn't sure what was happening to me. Peter must have sensed something was wrong, because no sooner than the tears came, his body was off of mine and I was wrapped in his arms.

"Lilly, what is it? Did I hurt you?” he asked compassionately.

"No. That was amazing, Peter. I liked what you did to me," I said, propping up on my elbows.

Peter kissed the top of my head and pushed himself from the bed. I wasn't sure what was going on with him, but his change in mood was evident. "Where are you going?" I asked, confused.

"I need to get to the hardware store so we can change your locks," he claimed, pulling his jeans on.

"Right now? You have to do it now?" I asked.

"No better time than the present."

Before I could get off the bed, he was already out the door. I wasn't sure what just happened. All I knew was it had to stop.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Lilly

Peter never came back to my condo after leaving so quickly. Just like before, I hadn’t seen him for a couple of days. I tried calling him several times, but my calls always went to voice mail. Even my conversation with Cop led nowhere. At least I knew he was alive. The locks on my door were changed, and an extra deadbolt was placed on the door, all evident by the new set of keys lying on my kitchen counter next to a note saying,

Here are your new keys. Please make sure all three locks are secure when you leave, PH.

I spent the whole day at the gallery thinking about Peter and needing to speak with him. I knew there would be a good chance that he would be at the gym. Gathering my bag and making sure all the doors were locked, I walked to my car. Just as I opened the door, I heard Pierre's voice behind me.

"Lilly, wait," he yelled from the alley.

Stopping, I turned and waited for him to reach me. When he got close enough, I said, "Hi Pierre, I'm kind of in a hurry."

"I thought we could grab a bite to eat," he offered.

"It will need to be some other time. I really need to go." As much as I wanted to go with him, it was really a bad time. This thing with Peter was something that I really needed to take care of.

"Wait," he began, “Where are you going? Maybe we could meet after you take care of what you need to."

"I'm going to the gym. I really need to speak to Peter." I'm not sure why I was telling him of my plans, but I felt that he should know.

"Are you back together with him?" Pierre questioned, with what looked like an angry look in his eyes. "Is that why you were with him, having breakfast?"

"How did you know about that?" I asked.

"I saw you with him the other day. I saw you walk into that café with him," Pierre admitted.

"So I did see you the other day, in your car? Were you following me?"

"Of course not," Pierre's declared, becoming even more angry.

"Pierre, I really need to go. Can I get a rain check?" I asked.

"Of course, I'll call you later," he said.

Looking back at him in my rear-view mirror, I could see his demeanor had changed. His hands were balled into fists like he was ready to hit something or someone. Maybe I didn't know him as well as I thought.

When I got to the gym, it didn't surprise me that the place was packed. Since I was in a hurry to get there, I didn't change into my workout clothes. Heading to the woman's locker room, I scanned the area to see if I could see Peter. I knew that if he were here, he would be working in the weight room which was on the other side of the gym. I decided to change first and then head there.

Even though the weight room was packed with hard bodies, not one of them belonged to Peter. As much as I was disappointed not to find him here, I decided to work out my frustrations on the indoor running track. After a couple of times around the track, I learned that even running in circles couldn’t pacify my frustration. Calling it quits, I headed back to the locker room to take a quick shower and head home.