Relentless (2 page)

“Guys, we’ll catch up tomorrow. Right now, I have
something to do.” He opened his car again and started the powerful
engine. With a wave, he took off, following the SUV.

Melinda drove along the darkened street toward the
town square. She needed to think and that would be one of the best
places to do so. At her parents’, she knew her father would be
waiting for her explanation about her behavior. Her items would be
delivered, and she would not be at their place but a small
one-bedroom on the outskirts of Cottonwood Falls.

No matter how long she’d been away, the small center
of the town square had always been a favorite of hers. She parked
and opened the door. The mugginess attached to her skin like
suction cups from a cephalopod.

“Best get used to it,” she muttered, heels clacking
on the sidewalk as she strode to a bench. Not clad in the best
park-sitting attire, she didn’t care. Right now, she needed the
peace.

She sat and rotated her ankles, running over the
situation. It wasn’t that she’d had to come home. That had been a
niggling thought for a while now.

No, this was about learning her father had been
diagnosed with cancer. About her putting herself together before
facing them. Before heading to the clinic this evening, she’d had
dinner with a girl she’d gone to school with, Hermione Windsor.
That was the reason for her being dressed up. Normally, she would
have been at the clinic in scrubs.

Now, all that remained was heading home. The hand
covering her mouth trembled, and she lowered it to her lap. At
work, she had mastered the art of hiding her pain, yet after she
hung up the white jacket and changed, she reverted back to a little
girl petrified of losing her father.

She pinched the bridge of her nose before sighing
again. “Buck up, Glazer. Can’t spend the night in the town
square.”

“I can think of a few people who would frown upon
that. Mrs. Traveler, for one.”

She started at the rich, masculine voice. When his
face registered, she groaned.
Why did it have to be him?

“I’m in no mood to deal with you, Mr. Latner.”

He didn’t take the hint. Instead, he sat beside her,
leg aligning intimately to hers. Her deep breath imbued her senses
with an intoxicating mixture of sandalwood, patchouli, and a scent
she had no doubt belonged solely to Toby.

“I’m sorry to hear about your father.”

She scoffed. “So much so you keep pestering him to
sell?”

“I am offering him a damn good deal.”

“Bullshit,” she snapped. “Just because it’s a small
town doesn’t mean we’re stupid. He’s not selling, and we don’t want
your Goddamn strip mall here.”

He tensed and angled himself in her direction. “What
do you have against bringing in jobs to help the people of
Cottonwood Falls, Melinda?”

“My name is Dr. Glazer.” Her response, she pushed
between clenched teeth as she got to her feet. “And, I have nothing
against creating jobs except when—as is in this case—it takes away
the livelihoods that have been passed down through
generations.”

Her father’s reprimand for her lack of manners rang
loud in her mind, but she didn’t care.

“They will have more money than they know what to do
with,” he retorted.

“You don’t get it, do you?” She stomped away, only
to be whirled back.

He snagged her around the waist as she tottered on
her heels from the expedited pivot.

“What? Don’t get what?”

“We like the lives we have here. I don’t want to
shop in some huge national chain store where people there have no
clue about me, because you damn well know they won’t bring in
locals to be the main workers, especially when they are older.
They’ll want younger workers. New ones who have no clue about me. I
don’t want that when I can just go to Ike’s Grocery and get my food
as well as find out how his wife is doing and his kids. Grandkids,
also.”

“They can still do that. I’m building
businesses.”

“No,” she growled. “You’re destroying them.”

The taction of his hard body against hers kicked her
mind down a road—one she had no need to be on—like a field goal
kicker going for his PAT. Even so, she had to draw back to keep
from pressing so intimately against him.

“Do you mind?” She pushed against the arm anchoring
them together.

“Not at all. I love holding a gorgeous woman against
me.” He tugged her closer still, brushing his hard length along her
belly a few times before settling against her core.

“An ass, one minute, and trying to hit on me, the
next.” Disgust laced her tone.

“Trust me,
Mellie
.” He whispered her name as
if it were the most decadent piece of chocolate he’d ever tasted.
“This is not me hitting on you.” His lips brushed along hers with a
feathery caress that succeeded in birthing a well of craving within
her. “Care to know the difference?”

Chapter
Two

He woke with her name on his lips and his hand
clenched around his rock hard cock. Toby opened his eyes and took
in his boyhood room. It was the same as it had always been.
Squeezing them closed, he focused on the woman who’d put his body
in this state. Dr. Melinda Glazer.

She was a vixen. No other way around it. Curves
that, in that dress she’d been wearing, could have knocked him off
his feet. Her scent, enough to make a eunuch horny.

He pumped his shaft. Envisioning Mellie. Yeah, she
wasn’t a Melinda but a sexy kitten, Mellie. Those dark hazel eyes
molten with passion as he took her on a counter, desk, wall. He
wasn’t picky, anywhere he could be to sink his dick fully inside
her wet heat.

His balls drew tight, and he groaned as thick ropes
of cum jettisoned from his cock. Holding his softening shaft, he
left his bed and walked naked to the shower where he stepped into
the water. His heart pounded a rapid cadence behind his ribs as he
cleaned himself up.

After he finished, dried, and dressed, Toby walked
down to the first floor of his parents’ house. They had already
left for work, but he found a note from his mother on the table
that directed him to the oven where a breakfast plate sat warmed
for him.

A soft smile turned up his lips as he pulled it out.
While he ate, he thought about Mellie and her comments about him
bringing the strip mall here.
Would it really change the area so
much with such a negative impact?

He left the house, dishes sitting in the sink.
Jogging down the steps, he strode to the car and paused at the door
when a blue Pathfinder rolled up the drive.

His breath hitched when it hit him who was coming
closer. He crossed his arms and leaned against the side of his car.
She pulled up behind him, shut off the engine, and climbed out.

He grinned and stared at the woman before him.
She came to me.
He sauntered toward her, loving the way her
jeans formed to her legs and butt. “Morning, sexy.”

She glared at him and slammed the door shut. “Don’t
call me that.”

“Okay,” he said. “Do you prefer gorgeous? Beautiful?
Stunning?”

“Dr. Glazer.”

The chill from her voice washed over him. “So, this
isn’t a social call where you take me up on my offer from last
night?”

Her gaze burned away the frostbite her tone had
given him. Had she the power, he’d be up in flames.

“Oh, that’s
exactly
why I am here.”

He blinked. “What?”
Am I hearing things?
His
cock thickened and pushed against his pants. “You are?”

She focused on him and closed the distance. “Yes.
Did I surprise you? Or was your offer last night just talk?”

His cock was ready to revolt if he sent her away.
“I’m surprised, yes, but no, it wasn’t just talk. You don’t like
me; that’s obvious. Why are you here?”

“I want to get you out of my system. This doesn’t
change anything between us. I just…just… Oh, never mind. If you’re
not on board, I will go somewhere else.”

He had her between him and his car in the space of a
blink. “No, you’re not.” The possessiveness racing over him at the
thought of her in another’s arms, he stuck that in the back of his
mind. “You want no-strings sex; I can do that.”

“I also don’t want it all over town.”

“What would people say if they knew your vehicle was
here?” He stared at her lips, wanting to bite the plumpness. Suckle
on it.

“Probably assume I came to yell at you for coming to
bother my father.” Her tongue snuck out between her lips, taunting
him. Teasing him.

“And this yelling?” He smoothed his hand along the
skin of her belly. “It can be done inside? In a bed or against a
wall?”

“Would be better that way,” she said, the palms of
her hands plastered against the hood of his phantom black pearl
Audi S6. “Then, again, the hood of your car would work, as
well.”

“Trust me, Mellie,” he rasped. “The neighbors would
get way too much of a view if I took you on the hood of my car and
right now. I have no wish to share your body with them as I
explore. But, if you wish to be an exhibitionist later on, I will
go along with that.”

Her slender body trembled beneath him. Toby glanced
around and helped her toward the front door.

Part of him recognized and acknowledged this was not
the smartest thing he’d done in his life. However, more of him, the
part that was winning, accepted he was being ruled by visceral
lust. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, he hauled her
flush to his chest, slammed his mouth on hers, and took what he’d
wanted since he laid eyes on her in the clinic.

Her taste flooded him. Mandarin oranges. Never had
he been more enamored with a flavor. It surged over his taste buds,
and he groaned. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her
curves deeper into his body.

He cupped her breast and plucked at her nipple with
two fingers. She whimpered. He did it again.

“I’m going to fuck you, Mellie.”

She threaded her hand though the hair at the back of
his neck. “I sure as hell didn’t come to talk.”

He shoved her shirt up, bunching it in one fist as
he turned them so the wall was at her back. Her bra, a dusky rose,
covered firm breasts. Need crawled along his skin akin to
electricity dancing through a wire. He broke free from her tempting
lips to possess a breast.

Her gasp…fuel to his fire. Dipping his head, he
pushed away the lace with his tongue until it crossed her turgid
nipple. Another tremor shook her as she clamped a hand to the back
of his head.

“Fuck, yeah,” she drawled.

He flicked the front clasp, freeing her globes. He
palmed her, tweaking the nipple as he continued to suckle on the
other. Her nails bit into his head like a carnivore holding its
bone.

Toby forced himself to stop and held her gaze. Her
plump lips glistened as she panted through them.

“Upstairs.”

His voice so low and rasped even he didn’t fully
recognize it.

“Let’s go.” Her reply, breathy.

Retaining his hold on her shirt, he backed to the
stairs, bringing her along. The sight of her breasts exposed, one
nipple slick from his administrations, shot iron through his
cock.

“I’m”—he kissed her hand—“going to enjoy this.”
Another kiss. She leaned into him, her hands working on his pants
as they ascended.

Step by step. Their lips connected, he moved
backwards, nearing his bedroom. She’d undone his pants by the time
they stumbled through the door. He booted it shut and yanked her
shirt over her head. Her heeled sandals and jeans followed to land
on the floor.

He drank his fill, jerking his own shirt off as he
kicked free of his slacks.

He saw her divest herself of the blue thong and
joined her at the halfway point. Their mouths met in a clash of
teeth and tangle of tongues. He lifted her, widened her legs, and
speared her with his cock.

“Oh, yes!”

Her snug pussy gripped his cock with wet heat. A
possessive growl rumbled up from his throat. Using the wall at her
back, he began powering into her. Her legs tight around his waist,
she slipped her hand between them and rubbed her clit. The walls
around his dick flexed and rippled.

He buried his face in her neck and fucked her, his
hands playing with her nipples, plucking and pinching as she raked
her nails along his back. It was raw. Explosive. Molecular and
passionate.

With a cry, she came, covering his cock with her
cream. He pistoned into her five more times before shooting his
seed deep inside her. Keeping them connected, he carried her to his
bed.

“I’m going to start all over again; this time,
taking it slow,” he promised. “I’m going to make you scream my name
and beg for release.”

Her answer was a sexy grin and hooking her right leg
over his shoulder. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Toby lay in bed a few hours later, stroking
himself—once again hard—as she dressed.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

She zipped up her jeans, her expression closed
off.

“Leaving. I have work.” She stared in the mirror and
ruffled her hair before clipping it up with a hair accessory she
pulled from her pocket.

“Then, what was this?” He released himself and
crossed his arms.

“A fuck.” She reached for her shirt and hid her bra
from his gaze. Brisk, efficient movements were used as she buttoned
up.

“So, that’s it?”

“Yes.” Bending down to swipe her heeled sandals, she
then walked out of the room.

Tossing on a pair of sweats, he hurried down where
he found her on one foot putting on her shoe. He positioned himself
against the door, blocking her exit.

“One more thing,” she said, grasping the handle as
if he weren’t in her way.

She smelled like his soap after the shower they’d
shared, and he loved it. Made her his in a way. “What would that
be?”
How pissed would she be if I tossed her over my shoulder
and carried her back up to bed?