Take a Breath (Take 1) (15 page)

 
  I try hard to stop the gasp that escapes my lips but I am super
charged on the anticipation.  I want this man so much I
ache.  I can barely contain myself when I’m yanked from underneath
the bed, with a force of nature that is Jake.  He smacks my bum
and the shock sends waves of scorching heat through my veins.  He
spins me over and a look of thunderous hunger greats me from
above.  His breathing is erratic as he presses himself into
me.  I feel how hard he is against me and my eyes widen with
expectation.  

 
 “Don’t you ever run away from me Ana.  You’re going to see
just how angry I am with you right now.”  

 
  My pussy is throbbing with his words as he leans down and kisses
me hard.  He trails his hand down to my very wet opening and
inserts his finger.  

   “You were not lying about going commando. You’re always so wet for me Ana.”  

 
  His thumb finds my clit as he moves his finger in and out and
relentlessly rubs the tip of my clit over and over.  He trails
kisses down my neck and moves his hand towards my nipple and squeezes
it.  His thumb is still rubbing that very sensitive spot he seems
to know too well.  I’m in blissful agony at the impending orgasm
that is going to rip through me at any moment.  He senses that I’m
close and stops.  I’m so out of breath, I can’t take it, “Jake,
please.”  He unbuttons his jeans and unzips himself and pulls down
hard.  He seems to be in the same impatient hurry as I am. 
He pushes in deep and we both let out a gasp.  He stays still for
a few moments and I’m practically drooling to find my release.  I
tighten myself around him and he feels me and growls.  It spurs
him forward.  

   “Ana, you feel so tight, so good.  I really can’t get enough of you.”  

 
  He presses his lips to mine and starts hammering into me. 
I’m letting out sounds I can’t seem to control and I don’t want to
control.  He’s an obsession, my obsession and I don’t want this
feeling ever to end.  I’m climbing and climbing and my whole body
is on fire at the impending orgasm that I know is going to rip me apart
at any moment.  

   “Ana, can you reach for that star now?”  

 
  I close my eyes, as I feel the sensations tingly through
me.  “Yes Jake, I’m right there.”  He moves more in a
circular motion, so I can feel him rubbing against my clit.  

   “Now, Ana, grab it now for me.”  

 
  I can no longer hold it, as right on his command again I am
falling apart.  The orgasm is rippling through me from the hairs
on my head to the tips of my toes.  I have never felt an orgasm
like the ones I have with Jake.  They’re intense, magical,
beautiful.  I’m still feeling the effects of the climax as my sex
is tightening around Jake, milking what I can out of him and soon he is
making the most guttural noises, as he finds his own
release.  

   “Fuck, Ana.”  

 
  He hangs over me both trying to catch our breaths at the
intensity of such aggressive intense sex.  Jake finally gets up
off the floor and looks down at me.         
 “See, I can’t even take my time with you enough to undress you
and take you to my bed.  I see you on the floor and that’s where I
have to have you.  I can’t seem to control myself.  Are you
ok, I haven’t hurt you have I?”  

 
  He puts out a hand to me to help me up.  “No, Jake and if
it’s going to feel like that all the time, then you can take me on top
of a garbage dump for all I care.”  He laughs a throaty sexy laugh.

 
 “Well, I think I may draw the line there but I aim to
please.  At least this time you didn’t have any panties on, or
else they would have been ripped from you also.”  

 
  As he grabs my hand and pulls me up, he places me into his
waiting arms and wraps them tightly around me.  I bury my head in
his chest and inhale his scent.  It’s the same sexy, beautiful,
sweet Jake smell that I know and love so much.  

   “You smell so good Ana.  You’re mine.”  

    I close my eyes and sigh, “All yours.”

Chapter 15

After
jumping in the shower whilst Jake was downstairs making a late lunch, I
walked through to my room to find something else to wear.  I’m
grinning from ear to ear; I have never been so happy, so content as I
am now.  I sit on the bed towel drying my hair when I notice
something in the corner of my eye.  I look round and on my pillow,
is a note.  Confused I pick it up to read it.

My beautiful English Rose,

Soon you will be mine.

I smile
at the note.  It’s a bit of a strange thing for Jake to
write.  I already am his and he knows it, he tells me often
enough.  I quickly slip into a dress and make my way downstairs
with the piece of paper.  I stop in my tracks as I see Jake with
only a pair of shorts on, cutting into some sandwiches.  I’m blown
away by the sheer statuesque beauty of this man.  I’ve completely
forgotten what I was there for.  He looks up and
smiles.  

   “What’s that you got in your hand?”  

 
  My face crinkled at his statement, “As if you don’t already
know.  What do you mean, soon you will be mine?”  

    He froze, “What are you talking about Ana, what is that piece of paper?”  

 
  I was rooted to the spot as he came over to me and whipped it
out of my hand.  “You didn’t write this?”  Jake puts the note
down quickly and rushes to the phone.  

   “Where did you find this?”  

    I’m fixed to the spot, my eyes practically bulging by now.  

   “Ana, where did you find this note?”  

 
  My whole body frozen I somehow manage to speak, “It was on my
pillow in my bedroom.”  He starts frantically dialling a number,
his body rigid with anger and I’m trying to gather my thoughts around
what the hell is going on.  Very soon after I hear him speak.

 
 “Michael, you need to get your ass down here now with a forensics
team.  He left Ana a note on her fucking bed.  He was in my
house.”  He paused for a moment and then said, “Yes, I’m fucking
sure.  You better let Agent Marcos know also, he may want to pay
us a visit.”  Another pause, “I’ll see you soon.”    
    With that he hung up.  He comes bounding over to me
where I’m still rooted.  I can’t move as some sort of realisation
kicks in.  Someone has been in our house and left a note on my
bed.  How the hell did they get in and who was it?  

   “Ana, come and sit down.”  

 
  He moves me over to the kitchen island and sets me down.  I
snap out of it enough to ask Jake what in the hell was going on. 
He puts his hands through his hair and rubs his eyes.  He looks
suddenly exhausted as he begins to tell me the story of what’s been
happening. 

   “A couple of weeks back at the last murder scene we attended, the Blonde Killer left a note.”  

    I start shaking as it suddenly dawns on me what he was about to say.  

 
 “It said, ‘She is not my English Rose.’  At the time we
didn’t know what to think and thought it a strange coincidence that in
this area we had someone hunting blonde, blue eyed girls, who seemed to
have an obsession with a blonde, blue eyed English woman.  It was
then we began shutting you out and searching for how many English,
blonde women there are in this area.  I would have given the case
to Jessie to take over, but I felt she would never be able to keep this
from you, seeing how you both seem so close and I wanted to be sure
first before I approached you with the information.  Now it seems
certain that you are his obsession.”  

 
  Jake grabs my shaking hand as I try and wrap my head around this
information.  Who is this Psycho and what does he want with
me?  

   “Ana, look at me, please.”  

    I look up at his eyes as tears are threatening to sting my own.  

 
 “After the scene at the bar I asked Michael to check that asshole
out that grabbed you.  Turns out he is an Investment Broker a
couple of blocks from the station and married with a kid would you
believe.  We tailed him for a while but realised it wasn’t him
when we traced his whereabouts on the dates of the murders and found
that he had been on business trips in Florida and New York, on three
separate occasions when three of the murders took place.”  

    He sighed and trailed his hand down my face.

 
 “Ana, I’m so sorry that I kept this from you, but can you think
of anyone who has been acting suspicious around you lately or noticed
anyone acting strange?”  

    A tear runs down my face as I try to think over the past few weeks.  I shake my head.  

 
 “I will not let anything happen to you Ana, do you hear me? 
I promise I will protect you.  We will catch this son of a bitch
and when we do, he will be sorry he ever looked your way, let alone
manage to get in this house and leave a note.”  He thinks for a
minute, “I can’t understand that.  There is no sign of a break-in
and the alarms have always been switched on when we are out which
means...”  

    His eyes widen at the sudden realisation.  He was in the house when we were.

After a few minutes of Jake cursing and me still in shock, the doorbell rings and I jump out of my skin.  

   “It’s ok Ana, that will be Michael.”  

 
  He answers the door and Michael walks in with Tom and another
man.  They all acknowledge me briefly but their main focus is to
see this note.  

 
  Michael walks up to me and smiles, “Ana, you ok?  You do
know he won’t get to you don’t you?  We won’t ever let the asshole
get that far.”  

 
  I manage to muster a smile and nod at him.  I have every
faith that they will protect me, but I can’t be watched over 24/7 and
this is what frightens me.           
 “Ana?”  

 
  I look up to find the strange man in a suit looking down at
me.  He looks like he’s in his early 40’s about average height,
with brown hair swept back and a mole on his right cheek.  He’s
not bad looking and certainly has a presence about him.  

 
 “I’m Agent Andrew Marcos from the FBI, I’m investigating the
Blonde Killer and I would like to ask you some questions, if I
may?  Can we go somewhere quiet?”  

 
  I look to Jake and he nods his head and I nod back.  I
gather myself together and head toward the living room. 

I sit down on the monstrous sofa with Marcos sitting across from me on the other end.  

   “Ana, are you ok to talk to me?”  

 
  My mind swimming with all the information Jake has made me
process in the last few minutes running through my head, I’m unsure,
but I must get this over with.  “Yes, I’m ok to talk.”  He
nods and smiles and it’s a nice smile.  Not as nice as my Jake’s
but still nice.  

 
 “I understand you’re an Analyst at Fairfax and have been involved
somewhat in this case?”  I nod.  “Can you tell me what level
of involvement you have had?”  

 
  I clear my throat and begin, “I was involved in investigating
each case, where they happened, where he could possibly strike
next.  I also looked into previous cases from years ago of a
similar nature to see if there was any connection from past cases to
this and if anyone was caught, what time they served and who was
eliminated from previous crimes.  I came up with a few
possibilities but this guy is smart, it is almost as if he is watching
our investigation.”  His eyebrow rose as he jots something down in
his notebook.  

 
 “I’m sorry I’m going to get a bit more personal now, but could
you tell me now if there is anything I need to know, have you been
involved in any relationship where you spurned someone in the last few
months?”  

 
  I have to laugh at his question.  Jake is the only person
in my world, I’ve never let anyone else get that close.  The only
person I remotely let in was John and surely he would have nothing to
do with this?  I shake my head.  

 
 “Is there anyone now or in the past that has pursued you in
anyway, anyone who has acted suspicious around you, made you feel
uncomfortable or has attacked you?”  

 
  I immediately tense up at his words as the memory of Alan came
swimming back to me.  I feel suddenly nauseous and Agent Marcos
being the detective that he is notices straight away.  

   “Ana, you have to tell me as this could help in nailing this asshole.”  

 
 I wince and he places a hand on mine, with a soothing voice tells
me that they will do their utmost to catch him, but I must help them
with whatever information I can provide.  Feeling deflated I begin
my story, “Almost ten years ago I was attacked by my stepfather. 
He abused me for a while and shortly after my thirteenth birthday he
decided to take things further.  I screamed and he knocked me
out.  A neighbour luckily heard my screams and pulled him off me
before he could take it too far.  I was in hospital for a couple
of days and they never caught him.  My mother and I moved after
that and she changed my name, and hers from Jacobs to Sinclair, which
she told me was my grandmother’s maiden name.  She said we needed
it changed to protect me and the Police helped out as far as that was
concerned.  He is the only person I can think of.”  I find
him scribbling away in his notebook for a minute before looking up to
me.