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She nuzzled in even deeper and she could hear and feel his breaths quickening along with hers. No words needed to be spoken as his lips suddenly found her neck and began to plant delicate, whisper soft kisses there. She felt shivers run down her spine and her body was limp under his touch. His hand dropped to rest on her hip, her face tilted up towards his and he brought his mouth down to meet hers in a kiss. Her lips had a mind of their own when it came to Derek and she felt them part as her heart fluttered against his strong chest. He started out kissing her slowly, delicately. It quickly turned passionate. The heat was palpable in the room, but before Derek laid her back on the bed he stopped all activity and looked into her eyes and said, “Is this okay?”

She smiled and reached up and touched his face and said, “This is mandatory.” That was the opening he was looking for. Derek stepped forward and possessed her lips pulling her against his body. Picking her up, he placed her on the king size bed before laying tender kisses down her neck. Chloe's blood boiled with desire.

His lips were at her ear now whispering, "You’re so beautiful."

His mouth reached her collarbone and her head sank further into the duvet under his intense kisses. Derek’s hands slowly slipped off her little sundress as he took in the sight of every beautiful curve and scar on her body. Slowly kneading her breast, he lifted his head to look at her once again; his gaze devouring her like she was his temple.

No man had ever looked at her like this before. Warmth ran up her spine as he removed her bra and ran a thumb over her nipple and watched it harden. Meeting her eyes, he slowly lowered his head to her full breast and began to suck. A moan escaped her full lips at the pleasure that he invoked in her. She instinctively arched her back to encourage him.

Using his tongue, he began to tease her other nipple as it puckered. Unable to resist any longer, Chloe grabbed his hair and drew his lips to hers forcefully. She wanted him...needed him now and she knew she could resist any longer. Kissing him with all she was worth, she explored his mouth with her tongue and felt herself soar when he joined her.

Teasingly, Derek pulled away and ran his lips down her throat, planting a kiss on her breast and she closed her eyes and combed her fingers through his locks. "Derek..."

Chloe felt the bulge in his pants and stroked it with her hand. He groaned moving her hand away. Kissing down her chest, he continued to her stomach and slipped off her silk panties. Parting her legs, he slowly caressed a thumb over her clit. Chloe's body shuddered in longing as her nipples hardened in anticipation.

Derek bent her knees up, kissing the inside of her thighs before softly spreading her delicate lips apart with his fingers. Slowly rubbing her wet pussy with his fingers he circled her clit with his thumb before his thick digit slipped into her wet opening. She gripped the sheets beneath her as she felt his breath across her sensitive flesh.

"Derek, please..."

Chloe moaned as she felt Derek's tongue lick her swollen lips and then slowly lick from the bottom of her slit up to the top, his tongue penetrating just inside her sweet opening.

Her breathing came in pants at the sensation of his tongue lapping at her folds while his fingers dove into her wetness. Chloe grabbed handfuls of his hair as she felt the wave hit her. She couldn’t help but writhe and buck underneath him.

Chloe's body instantly tensed as the orgasm swept through her body like a title wave, crashing into her over and over again. She could feel Derek's fingers curl up, stroking her delicate walls as he continue to lick her pussy. She finally screamed out in pleasure as her body melted into the bed.

After shredding his clothes, Derek's arm slid under her leg hiking it up as he guided his thick cock, spreading her wet lips with the head and entered her pussy with one strong push. Chloe moaned out in pleasure, as her walls stretched to the size of his girth. She was gasping as he slowly rocked into her, never taking his eyes off her.

Thrusting into her harder and faster, she could feel every nerve ending in her body going haywire. The size of him felt like he was ripping her apart, but the pleasure was overbearing and she wanted so much more. Her hands came to rest on his back as her nails dug into his skin. Gliding in faster, he was hitting her most tender spot, almost at her back wall.

Chloe could feel her orgasm coming as she curled her toes and clung to his biceps with her nails. Her heart was pounding and her pussy was buzzing with pleasure as he continued to ram her.

"Jesus Christ." She screamed as the wave hit her. Bolts of pleasure ran through her body as Derek pushed in again. Breathing heavily, she felt dizzy from the pleasure ripping through her. She looked up to watch Derek ram into one more time, his eyes close and his face twisted with pleasure as he finally reached his own wave. He continued to pump her lightly and slower when he finally collapsed on top of her, planting a light kiss on her lips.

Chapter 14

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J
esse was not happy. First he had spent hours in Albany in the middle of freaking nowhere while Derek Stark and Kelly had afternoon tea with a couple of old folks. These were the same people Derek had visited before and from Jesse’s vantage point on the side of the bluff that surrounded the property, there was as much crying going on today as there had been the other day. Since the first time he was here, he’d been able to find out these people were Derek’s in-laws. They were his dead wife’s parents and he seemed to be very attached to them still.

What Kelly had to do with it all was still a mystery. The only saving grace to this day was that he enjoyed having the time to watch her. She didn’t look exactly the same as she had, but he recognized a lot of her mannerisms. The way she held her mouth when she talked, or brushed the hair off her shoulder as she turned her head to the side were all familiar to him.
You can dye your hair and sculpt your body...but you’re still the same despicable slut you always were.

There was one point when he got a little worried. Kelly walked over to the edge of the patio and looked up into the bluffs. He was in a patch of deep brush but he started to become paranoid that she was going to see him and he was going to have to kill them all. It wasn’t that he’d really mind killing the others...it was just that he so badly wanted to take his time with her. Besides, his private war didn’t involve the rest of them...not even that pussy, Stark.   Kelly was his target. Killing her was his goal. He’d been looking forward to it for so long now. He sat still as a rock with sweat beading down the sides of his face. After a few minutes when she’d gone back to sit with the others and he realized no one else was coming out to look, he breathed a sigh of relief.

When Kelly and Stark finally left the house, he’d followed them into the city where they went straight to an upscale hotel. He wasn’t surprised. She’d always been a slut. She used to try and dress up and seduce him when she knew he was mad...like offering up her skinny, scarred body could make up to him for anything. Jesse fucked her because she was there, but he could have had any woman he wanted and he knew it...and so did she. Stark was probably only using her while he was between real, classy women. He didn’t seem like the trailer trash type.
Get your fill of her man because soon that newly seductive body was going to be worm food.

Jesse sat in his car all night. He had to get out several times to stretch his legs. The fucking Prius was built for a fucking midget. He had to pee on the wall in the back alley and he ate a nasty sandwich during the night from the twenty-four hour gas station across the street. By the time the lovers emerged hand in hand in the morning, he was almost ready to kill them both right then and there. He followed them back to Rhode Island and when Stark dropped her off at the condominium, he stuck around.

He once again parked the car a good distance away and took off his shoes for a stroll along the beach. The big guy didn’t seem to be around anywhere that he could see, but there was another big, bald guy that looked like a bouncer standing near the back porch. He was obviously watching the house...watching for him. Jesse even knew there was something twisted about it, but he took a great deal of pleasure in knowing that. If people were watching her that meant she knew he was coming. If she knew he was coming, she was living in terror. He couldn’t wait to get into the same room with her and see the look on her face when she realized he had her. It was going to be priceless. For now, he was going to have to figure out how to get past the watchful eye of big and bald. Exhausted and in need of re-fueling and clearing his head, he called it a day and went back to his hotel room.

He drove towards the little hotel he’d rented a room at. It was a few blocks from the marina where Stark lived on his boat. He was about to pull into the lot when he saw them. There was one marked state trooper car and three big SUV’s, one black and one white. Fuck! Somehow they’d tracked him here. It had to be through that damned debit card!

He’d taken out as much cash as he could before he left New York, but he’d had to use it to pay for the room. But if they used that to track him that would mean his own father had turned him in. That couldn’t be possible. Even when they told Vince that he’d taken a knife to Kelly, Vince had been his staunches defender. He’d told everyone that Kelly had to have done something horrible to provoke him and he’d blamed it on the alcohol...he’d done everything in his power as D.A. to keep Jesse from spending his life behind bars. There’s no way he would have turned him in unless...Shit! They found Chantelle. That had to be it. His father would want him brought in so that he could clear his name and assure him that he didn’t have anything to do with the bitch’s death. That didn’t make sense either though...if she was dead, what made them suspect him? He knew for a fact that he didn’t leave any traces of himself behind. That bitch better be dead. If she’d survived that beating somehow...Shit! He kept driving, imagining what he would do to her if she had lived. If she thought the other night was bad, she hadn’t seen anything yet.

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T
hat afternoon, Chloe spent some time visiting with Lexi before she had to leave for work. They hadn’t had much time to talk lately and the first question Lexi asked her was, “So what’s up with you and Mr. Dreamy pants?” Chloe laughed, Lexi always had some new, silly nickname for Derek.

“Nothing’s up,” she said. “We’ve just been taking things slow.”

“Hmm...”

“What do you mean, “Hmm???”

“You’ve been spending a lot of time away at night...I don’t want to assume those nights were spent in Mr. Dreamy’s arms but since it’s the first time in the two years that I’ve known you it’s happened...”

“I don’t kiss and tell,” Chloe told her with a grin.

Lexi rolled her eyes. “You’re no fun. I, on the other hand would love to tell someone...Brock is amazing in bed!”

“Lexi!”

“What?” she giggled. “We’re all adults here.”

“Besides bed, is he good everywhere else too?” Chloe asked her.

“Where else matters?” Lexi said with another grin.

“Pervert!”

“Yes, I am,” she said. They talked a little more about Brock and then Chloe finally turned serious and said, “Jesse’s been out of prison for a little over a week now. I haven’t heard from him...yet...”

“I’m being careful,” Lexi said. “I don’t leave the house any longer without Brock. So see, careful and well taken care of.”

“Good, I don’t know what I would do if I was the reason for anything bad happening to you.”

“Hey, nothing’s going to happen. But if it did and it was at Jesse’s hand...that still wouldn’t be your fault. You can’t control what that animal does.”

“Unfortunately,” Chloe said.

Lexi gave her a hug and said, “Pretty soon you’ll be Mrs. Mc. Dreamy Pants and you won’t have to worry about another thing as long as you live.”

Laughing, Chloe told her, “Get out of here, and go to work.”

“Okay, but for the record, I’m awfully jealous that you don’t have to go and I do.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You can make it up to me with breakfast when I get home. I’m off at two a.m.”

Chloe laughed again and said, “I’ll see what I can do.”

After Lexi left, Chloe showered and dressed for her evening kick-boxing class. She took out her journal before she left and wrote:

July 7th

I’ve been lax in my writing lately, so much has been going on. I met Trevor and Samantha Whitemore...more than likely my biological parents. It sounds so weird to say that. I always knew I was adopted, but I never imagined that one day I’d actually find my parents...much less that they would be such wonderful people...or that I’d be falling in love with my dead twin-sister’s husband. It all sounds really twisted and like a soap-opera sweeps week. But it’s my reality and the funny part is all of that is the best part of my reality.

The other part of my reality that is ever present of course is Jesse. I haven’t forgotten for even a fraction of a second that he’s still out there, waiting for his opportunity to get me. I live and breathe it every second of the day. I’m trying not to let it get to me too badly so that it consumes my life...but it’s hard. I check my messages every day. So far, I haven’t heard from Chantelle since right after she told me he was out. I find that a little strange since I would think she’d want to check in with me. She’s probably just busy with her own life, but I know as soon as I finish here I will check the message and I’ll once again be worried if I don’t hear from her.

For now, I will try and bask in the glow of finally trusting a man enough to feel the beginnings of falling in love flutter in my belly and the glorious fact that I have a set of parents who are actually real, warm, sweet, flesh and blood people. I will try hard to focus on that.

Chloe put the journal away and slipped on her tennis shoes. Then she took out her phone and signed onto the Facebook page where she got her messages from Chantelle. She felt a tickle in her belly at the sight of the message icon. She wasn’t sure if it was good or bad. She clicked on it and her fragile world shattered as she read the words:

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