Party Crasher (7 page)

“We should go. Get what you need and let’s get out of here.”

When she peered up at him, her green eyes had that sexy glazed look as though she wanted to tell him they should get naked and fuck like animals.

In the elevator heading to the garage, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Her sweet taste filled him and soothed his thirst. She whimpered and his cock jerked in his pants. They had to stop. She moaned, grabbed his cock over his jeans, and squeezed. Lust shot through his veins.

“God, Chris.” Thoughts of getting into her wet cunt made it harder to hold on to his resolve. He was addicted. No. More than that…love. It was freeing and terrifying to admit it.

“I want you.” She swiped her tongue over his neck. It became a chore to remember why he shouldn’t pull down her jeans and sink his aching cock into her right then and there.

“I know, baby. Not here.” Need rolled through him. Gripping her by the wrists, he pulled away. The elevator dinged. She licked her lips, and he almost gave in.

The impulse to floor the accelerator and get her home in a few minutes appealed, but he was not reckless when it came to driving, especially when he had someone so precious in the vehicle with him.

A few miles down the road, he noticed a white van following them. His guys were in a black SUV. Eyes narrowed, he gripped the steering wheel and turned his face to ensure she had her seatbelt on.

“What’s wrong? You look angry.”

Through clenched teeth, he let the words out. “We’re being followed.”

“Really? What car?” She peered over her shoulder, to find the culprit.

“The white van. It’s been on us for a few miles now.”

As soon as he said the words, the van accelerated until it was right on their tail. Pedal to the metal, he floored it until the car’s speed was enough to trigger multiple tickets and probably some jail time. He flicked a glance at Chris, but she just held on to the overhead handle and looked straight ahead.

Metal crunched when the white van banged into the back of the energy saver. He swerved and kept tight control on the wheel. The car tried to veer off the road. Another slap of metal on metal and he cursed, wondering where the hell his guys were. With a sharp turn, he took a side road and sped through various streets until he was back on another highway.

The white van had dropped back but was soon gaining on them. The smaller car jerked once again as the big van hit it from behind, all but ramming them over the guardrail. His gaze roamed the road, and he was glad there were very few cars in the area. It would make things much easier for what he planned to do.

Chris’s face was pale, and she gave him a wide-eyed look. His gaze locked on to hers. “Hang on, baby.”

The trust he saw in her eyes made his heart clench. She held his gaze and gave a sharp decisive nod.

He was about to do a move he’d not attempted since his reckless teenage years. Back when he’d thought he was going to be a race car driver. He got in the right lane, waited until the van was once again on him, and floored it. The burst of speed made them both jerk in their seats.

Adrenaline pumped through him and heightened his focus. He loosened his grip on the wheel and guided the car to do a full U-turn. The car’s tires squealed and burned the road until they were facing the wrong way. He used the small gap he’d seen between the median on the highway to get on the other side and off the nearest exit to his right.

“There’s an SUV on them now.” Chris was looking back over her shoulder. Her loud sigh helped him keep his focus. Finally.

Where the hell had those guys been for the past few miles?

Once they reached Chris’s home, he stayed in the car, got on his phone, and dialed Cole while Chris walked inside ahead of him.

“What the fuck happened today? Where the hell were our guys?”

“Calm down. I know how you feel. They said they lost you in traffic leaving the newspaper.” Cole sounded almost as angry as he was. And why the hell not? They’d almost been run off the road by a goddamned van.

“We almost got rammed the fuck off the road!”

When he heard Chris scream, his heart seized. He ran into the house to find her standing stock still a few steps from the door. Everything had been trashed in the time they’d been gone. Knives had been plunged into her leather sofas, and stuff had been strewn all over the place. Red spray paint had been used to leave her a message on her wall:
This isn’t a warning. It’s a preview.

Curling an arm protectively over her, he lifted the phone back to his ear and guided her out the door. “We’re going to my place; her house was trashed. Send people to take care of the cleanup.”

Chapter Nine

Chris stared at the large gate leading to Drex’s home. More security than she’d ever seen before crowded around the entrance. There was no reason for all these threats against her. She wasn’t going to write about anyone in particular, not to mention she didn’t remember recognizing anyone that night.

Inside Drex’s study, she sat on a sofa and racked her brain trying to figure out the mystery. Who the hell wanted her out of the way?

“Are you OK?” Drex’s soft words calmed the strain in her stomach. He brought her a tumbler with whiskey, and she took one long gulp, needing to halt the anxiety fluttering in her chest.

“Yeah. I just don’t get this. Who the hell is doing this? I mean I don’t remember any particular person from that night.” The only man she’d been focused on had been Drex. After she’d noticed him, everyone else had taken a backseat in her mind.

“Are you sure? Think back. There might be something you might have skipped over that could be really important now.”

He sat next to her on the sofa and pulled her on to his lap. The sandals she wore dropped to the floor. She bent her legs until she was cradled in his arms. He rubbed up and down her spine in soothing caresses. Dropping her head on to the curve of his shoulder, she continued to think hard, but nothing out of the ordinary came to mind.

“No. I don’t get it. This article isn’t a trashy tell on anyone. I’m very particular about what I write. I don’t really care about anyone’s sex life or what people do on their off time. All I want is to give hints over the sensual aspect and information on the fact it’s all for charity.”

“I know, baby. We’ll have to wait until it’s out to see if whoever it is realizes you’re not a threat to them.”

Warmth enveloped her, and his dark, sexy scent drifted up her nose. Hunger and arousal shot through her. She wanted him. Always wanted him, it seemed. Desire kindled the flame in her blood. She licked over the quickened pulse on his throat. A flick of her tongue on his skin and she needed more. He groaned and tightened his arms around her. The ringing of a phone interrupted them from going any further.

“I need to take this. I’ll be back in a few moments.” He clicked on his phone and started talking business as he walked out the door.

She had to get out and think. There was too much going on, too soon. Heading toward the back of his house, she went out and headed to the pond. It was one of her favorite places on his estate. Warm air cuddled her skin as she sat on the grass and stared at the water. Her thoughts strayed to her feelings for Drex. Cautious joy unfurled inside her. There was no need to question it too much. She loved him.

When she’d seen how happy her parents had been, she’d always said she’d enjoy her life as they had. She wanted that happiness for herself.

In her case, that meant a man she loved and who loved her back. It wasn’t looking very likely, though. She wanted Drex. He was known for having a deadline on relationships. Nothing went past three months. She’d enjoy her time with him for as long as it lasted. No regrets. But even as she thought it, pricks of pain hit her heart. Maybe it was best to stop this now before it got any harder on her later.

“Hey. I told you I’d be right back.”

Caught off guard, she jumped. “Jesus. Ever hear of letting a person know you’re there. You almost gave me a heart attack.” She snapped the words out before she had a chance to stop them. Her nerves were already stretched taut without adding shock into the mix.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He lowered to the grass and sat down next to her.

“No.” She sighed. “
I’m
sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just jumpy, I guess.”

He rubbed circles on her shoulder. “It’s OK. Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you.” His promise made her heart melt again. She wondered how much he cared for her. Did he love her? Better not even go there. Instead, she wanted him again.

Their gazes locked. She curled a hand around his neck, pulling him to her. He kissed her. A frenzied meeting of their lips. Arousal, heady and thick, swarmed her system, traveling straight to her throbbing sex. His kiss consumed her as if she were the best dessert in the world. She climbed onto his lap until her pussy was stroking his cock. He caressed his tongue over hers and turned up the heat inside her cunt.

Desperate to feel his skin under her hands, she gripped the edge of his T-shirt, tugging it off his body. The material came off easily with his help. He roamed his hands under her top, pulled it up over her head and off in seconds. He groaned, adding gasoline to her already roaring fire. He licked from her collarbone, down her chest, until he latched on to her nipple. He licked over one tiny bud; he squeezed the other. To spread his torture amongst both breasts, he shifted back and forth between them.

She sighed and dug her nails into his forearms. “Mmm.”

He chuckled against her skin. “Like that, do you?”

“You’ve no idea. If you stop, I may have to kill you.” She moaned.

He lavished her skin with love bites.

Their lips met once again, and he engulfed both her tits with his big hands. Between forefinger and thumb, he applied enough pressure to make her moan and then rolled the taut tips between his fingers. Her hips rocked, and she jumped to her feet and pulled off her jeans.

Back on his lap, she pushed him to lie down on the grass. His face tightened to a mask of needy hunger.

“I want you, Chris.”

“I want you too.” She licked his neck, slowly trailing down to his nipples.

Groaning, he fisted her hair and pulled the strands away from her face. She swiped her tongue on the flat discs of his nipples and scraped her teeth over one small hard bud. His low moan encouraged her to do it to his other one. Under her, he rocked his hips and rubbed on her wet cunt while she continued to lick her way down his body. She twirled her tongue over each square on his eight-pack abs. Slow and easy, she kissed and nipped her way down until she encountered his jeans.

Their gazes met and held. She licked her lips, and he clenched his jaw. With a few quick moves his jeans were open and off his legs, leaving his thick, long erection available to her.

Firmly holding the base of his cock with a tight grip, she lowered her head and trailed her tongue up the vein bulging on the underside. All the way up to the purple head she licked, sucked, and twirled her tongue until he was panting.

“Jesus. When the hell did you learn to do that?”

She opened her mouth to answer.

“Forget it, I don’t want to know.”

The scent of passion cocooned them, ratcheting up the arousal swirling over her pores. She licked around the velvety head of his cock. Widening her lips, she licked him repeatedly, using her saliva to make it easier to slide him into her mouth. He gripped her hair in his fist, held it away from her face, avidly watching every move she made. Shallow thrusts moved him deeper into her mouth, but she was not able to get him much further. To make up for the lack of depth, she wrapped both hands in a tight grip and pumped while bobbing her head over his cock. Holding him in a fist-tight grip, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked. She sucked him in and out of her mouth while her hands jerked the length of his shaft.

“Get up here.” Hoarse and rough, his voice added to the lust pushing her actions.

She pulled him out of her mouth and looked at him while licking her lips. Then she straddled his hips and held his slick cock in her hand, but didn’t slip him inside her body. Instead, she rubbed him between her swollen pussy lips, coated his hard length with her cream and slapped her clit with his head a few times.

He groaned and watched her. “Jesus, baby. You’re so fucking hot.”

Whimpering, she moved his dick to her entrance. She lowered her body to absorb him in one smooth slide until they were both locked together.

“You’re perfect.” He bit through gritted teeth.

“Oh, my goodness.” She rocked her hips, and pleasure swarmed through her in droves. Her pussy clenched around him. She moaned with every lift and slam down. He gripped her hips, his fingers biting into her flesh, urging her moves to quicken. Tension gathered into a tight ball. She moaned and lifted a hand to pinch at her nipple. At the same time, she traveled downward with her other hand between her thighs. Merciless swipes over her clit, combined with the pricks from her nipple pinches and his driving cock, sent her over the edge in a rush.

“Oh, god!” She bowed her back and allowed the tension to explode through her. He continued to slam into her from below. Squeezing her hips in a deathly grip he ground his cock so far into her pussy she groaned. He choked out her name and came in long jerks, spilling his seed into her womb.

Draped over him she panted as they both tried to regain the air in their lungs. Their shallow breathing was the only noise heard in the warm evening. They stayed that way for long moments until she almost drifted off into a satisfied sleep.

“Chris?”

“Hmm.”

He trailed a hand up and down her spine as he spoke. “I want more time with you.”

Her heart galloped faster than it had while they’d been having sex. “What do you mean?”

“I want us to see each other.”

See each other? She was ready to give the man her heart and he wanted to date? Talk about being in totally different places emotionally. Was he really asking her to turn into one of the women he carved a scheduled three months with before he broke up with them? No way. That wasn’t for her.