Seal It With A Kiss (McClellan Trilogy) (18 page)

He softly laughed before telling her, “I’m not left out, I want this night to be about you. Tomorrow, you can return the favor. Now, tell me what you are feeling.”

“I can feel the pressure building up, I am so close—I need you here with me. Inside of me.”

“No you don’t, just close your eyes and feel my hands on you. This will have to work until we can be together.”

It wasn’t long before Holly’s body responded to the stimulation and erupted into a mind numbing orgasm. Brock loved the fact that she was always so vocal and when she screamed into the phone, he too wished that he was there to experience it with her.

When Holly hung up, she blushed as she couldn’t believe what she just experienced. Brock had told her that sex with him wouldn’t be vanilla, and he wasn’t kidding. Again, he showed her a new experience and a side to herself that she didn’t realize was there. She would have never considered doing this with her ex, so why was she willing to do this for Brock? The answer was simple—she really did love him.

Tuesday night Julie headed out with the girls again leaving Holly alone at the apartment. She continued reading her book where she left off a few nights ago. It was storming outside and every little noise seemed to have her on edge. Rain was hitting the windows with such force that it sounded like someone was knocking on them. When the wind picked up and leaves and debris started peppering the windows and the outside of the apartment, Holly closed her book as she could no longer concentrate on it. She didn’t want to go to bed—it was only nine, so she turned on the TV and started to flip through the channels. It was mid September, but it seemed like the only thing on TV were Halloween slasher films. With the storm raging outside, she definitely didn’t want anything to do with those! She sure missed Charlie—he would always snuggle on her lap and keep her company on nights like this. Brock had volunteered to let him stay at his house until the case was over or the two weeks were up—whichever came first. She reached for her phone and dialed Brock and when he answered she asked, “How are my two favorite men?”

“We miss you terribly.”

“I miss you guys too. I’m home alone—Julie is out with the girls again.”

“Are you okay being alone with the storm?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just really missing you and Charlie.”

“Do you want me to come over?” Brock asked with concern in his voice.

“No, we can’t chance it in case the perp is watching, but I do owe you a little phone sex.”

“Really? So what are you going to do about it?”

“I want you to grab some lotion or a bottle of massage oil, and you might want to grab a towel.”

“I’ve got the items.”

“I want you to lie on your bed and unbutton your jeans. Rub your hand over yourself through your jeans until you are hard.”

“I’m already there. Just hearing your voice lately does that to me.”

“Good. Unzip your pants and run your hand up and down your shaft—imagine that it is my hand. I am running my thumb over the head and I can feel a drop of moisture. Can you feel it too?”

“Yes.”

“I am pulling your cock free from the restraints of your underwear. Now get some lotion or oil and put some on the palm of your hand. Tell me when you are ready.”

“I’m ready.”

“Run a finger up and down your shaft lightly—imagine that it is my tongue. You taste so good and I love your musky scent. Now I want you to grab hold with your hand and pump it up and down over your cock—it’s really my mouth covering you and my tongue swirling over the head. Take your other hand and cup your balls—it’s my hand caressing them. I can feel the heat and tightness. You’re close aren’t you?”

“Oh God Holly—I’m coming.”

Holly smiled as she heard his deep moaning through the phone knowing that she had been a part of something so private. “I can’t wait until I am able to do that in person baby.”

“It better be pretty damn soon, I don’t know how much more I can take without you here.”

Their conversation turned to work and the case when all of a sudden a bolt of lightning lit up the sky. Holly just happened to be looking towards the window at that moment and screamed when she saw a dark figure standing outside looking in at her.

“Holly? Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

The sky lit up again, but this time when she looked towards the window she didn’t see anything. “No, nothing is wrong. I just thought I saw someone outside the window looking in.”

“I’m coming over.”

“No—Don’t!”

“Holly, if there is someone there, it could be our perp. I’m coming over.”

“No! I am sure that it was just my imagination. Really—I’m fine. The storm has me jumpy that’s all—I guess it could also have something to do with this new book that I am reading. I am fine and Julie will be home in an hour or so anyway.”

“Are you sure? I could be there in fifteen minutes.” He offered again.

“I am positive. I’m going to head to bed anyway—I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Holly, I love you.”

“I love you too baby.”

Holly realized that this was the first time since the incident at Luke’s that he had said those words to her again and it warmed her clear to her soul.

CHAPTER TWENTY

The rest of the week passed and Holly was still no closer to catching the rapist. She began second guessing her idea to go undercover. The only thing that was happening was the fact that she and Brock were being kept apart and it was starting to get to her. Julie was planning on going out one last time on Saturday and it was going to be their last chance. Why wasn’t he taking the bait? Was he on to them? Had he moved on to somewhere else? Question after question flooded her mind to the point it was causing her to have a headache. That and the fact that she was tired of being ‘holed up’ in the tiny apartment. Her house wasn’t very big, but she relished the freedom that it provided her.

Brock was pacing like a caged animal. He was torn between wanting the rapist to attack so they could arrest him and put him away for a very long time and just wanting this undercover operation to be over so that he and Holly could be together. It wasn’t that he was worried about Holly being able to defend herself—he wasn’t. He had been on the receiving end of her self-defense skills on a couple of occasions. The one that actually brought a smile to his face was when she took him down with a low leg sweep and handcuffed him to her at Luke’s house. He was also being somewhat selfish in wanting this to be over—he wanted Holly’s warm body next to his. He couldn’t complain as the phone sex has been working, but there was nothing like flesh and bone in his arms.

Luke had called Brock to see if he wanted to come over for a cookout and was told that Sam would be there as he had the night off. Brock wasn’t in the mood to go, but the apartment where Holly was staying was five minutes closer from Luke’s house than his own. He knew that if and when things went down, every minute would be precious and he didn’t want to waste any time if Holly needed him.

Holly spent the day cleaning the apartment and doing laundry. She didn’t think that there was an inch that she hadn’t touched and some areas she had actually cleaned twice. She was never nervous, but today she was jumpy. Every time her phone rang, she about jumped out of her skin and it seemed that her hearing was supercharged. The washing machine would start the spin cycle and she would jump. “Holly, you need to calm down.” She told herself.

She was putting clean sheets on the bed as she heard Julie come home. She quickly finished making the bed as she wanted to do a ‘run through’ on tonight before she left for the bars. Julie was in the kitchen pouring a glass of lemonade when Holly entered the room. “Hey…‌are you ready for tonight?” Julie asked.

“I have to be—it’s our last chance to catch this guy. We don’t even know if any of this worked enough to draw him out.”

“Well, we do know that he hasn’t raped anyone in the past two weeks and he is due.”

“That will hopefully work in our favor. I have been doing some profiling the last couple of weeks and have made a list of things that we do know about the perp. Would you take a look at it and see if you have come across anyone that might come close to fitting the profile?”

“Absolutely, that would really be a huge help. I’ll do anything I can.” Julie agreed.

After Julie left, Holly went around and locked all the doors and windows pulling all the shades for added measures. She grabbed her book and a glass of tea before sinking into the couch and piling pillows around her. Daylight quickly turned into darkness and she found that she was really having a hard time concentrating on her book. She decided to put in a workout DVD to release some of her stress through exercise. After an hour, she was worn out and needing a shower as sweat covered her entire body including her scalp.

Luke handed Brock a beer as he walked out onto the back patio. “No thanks.” Brock said.

“What? No beer tonight?” Luke replied somewhat confused.

“I want a clear head tonight, so no alcohol.”

“Do you think that he will strike tonight?”

“I don’t know.” He said as he ran his hands through his hair. “I need this to be over. It’s driving me crazy.”

“Who’s driving you crazy now bro?” Sam asked as he walked out onto the patio with Brooke.

“This damn serial rapist. This weekend is the last chance to catch him with Holly undercover as the Cap only gave her two weeks to run the op.”

Brooke touched his arm, “If he comes anywhere near Holly, he will definitely pay for it. That girl can hold her own with the best of them. He will wish he had never met her when she is through with him.”

Brock weakly smiled up at Brooke, “Thanks for the vote of confidence. How are you feeling by the way? You have less than a month to go, right?”

Brooke smiled and rubbed her belly, “Yep! I am due October 22
^nd
, but I don’t think this little girl will wait that long.”

Luke slammed the grill lid shut, “Don’t you mean boy?”

Sam and Brock began to laugh at their banter. “Don’t you guys know that there are ways to find out the sex of the baby before it arrives?” Sam asked.

“Of course we do, but we want to be surprised.” Brooke declared.

Luke put his arm around Brooke and kissed the top of her head lovingly as he rubbed her baby bump. Brock felt a twinge of jealousy tugging at his heart as he watched them interact with each other—this is what he wanted, and he realized that he wanted it with Holly. Being apart these past two weeks only made him realize it more and more.

“Come on guys—enough of that crap.” Sam teased.

“I can’t wait until the day I get to say that about you.” Luke said as he kissed his wife again.

“Never gonna happen—I like playing the field way too much.”

“Never is a long time Sam.” Brooke pointed out.

“You’re with me on this one aren’t you Brock?” Sam asked needing someone to agree with him.

When Sam didn’t get a response, he looked over at him and noticed that Brock seemed to be preoccupied with something and must not have heard him. Sam slugged him in the arm, “Hey, where were you just now? You totally ignored me.”

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I just made the comment that you and me—we’re confirmed bachelors and this marriage stuff isn’t for us.”

Again, he didn’t get a response out of Brock. “Did you hear me this time?” He prodded.

“Yeah, I heard you, but I just don’t think I agree with you anymore.”

“What? When did this happen? Who is it?”

“It’s Holly. I need to go—I need to go to Holly.”

“Isn’t she still undercover on the rape case?” Luke asked.

“Yes, but I need to head over there.” He said as he headed out the door.

While sitting in the bar with Jackie and her friends, Julie spotted the guy she had seen a few nights ago—he was one of the bartenders. “Hey Jackie—do you see that bartender over there?”

“The one on the right?”

“Yeah—I saw him a couple nights ago at The Doo Dive. He was just leaving.”

“That’s Todd—he works a few bars in the area. He fills in when needed—usually only a couple of hours at a time.”

“So does he work at The Doo Dive?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he does. He also works at The Brew Hogg.

“You called him Todd? How well do you know him? Do you know his last name?”

“I don’t, but he is a really nice guy though. Always asking if we live in a good neighborhood and how we are doing, telling us you can never really trust everyone you meet.”

When Julie looked towards the bar—he was gone. She quickly stood up and scanned through the crowd but didn’t find him. Looking back to Jackie, “I need you to think really hard Jackie—do you ever remember telling Todd where you lived and that you had a roommate?”

“I could have. He’s a bartender—everyone talks to him.”

“Shit—I have to go.” Julie said as she got up quickly to leave.

“What’s going on?” Just as the words came out of her mouth, she got a panicked look on her face as her hand covered her mouth. “Oh my God, do you think Todd is the rapist?”

“Yes—I do, and I don’t see him anymore. He must have left. Stay here—do not leave until you hear from me. Do you understand?”

As Julie ran out of the bar, she called Holly and it went straight to voicemail. “Holly—it’s Julie, I think I know who the rapist is and I think he may be headed your way. Please call me as soon as you get this message.”

As soon as she hung up, she dialed dispatch to be patched through to Brock. “Detective McClellan.”

“Brock—it’s Julie—Julie Harris.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I know who the rapist is and I think he is headed to the apartment.”

“I just got in my car and I am ten minutes away. Did you call Holly?”

“Yes—it went straight to voicemail.”

Holly stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her as she stood in front of the mirror looking at her reflection. She reached for the hairdryer turning it on high and running a brush through it to speed up the drying process. Once she was satisfied that she wouldn’t wake up in the morning with bed head, she dropped the towel and put on her pajamas. Just when she was ready to open the bathroom door, she swore she heard something. She froze and held her breath as she tried to see if she would hear it again. After what seemed like an eternity, she let out her breath and said, “Boy are you being paranoid or what?”