Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2) (4 page)

He scooted his chair closer and stroked my leg under the
table. "Don't go thinking you're safe with me... anywhere."

Good to know.
"I won't make that mistake
again."

He pushed back and ran his hand through his hair.
"Yeah... mistakes."

Is it me? Or is it something else?
"Why aren't
you still in Charleston?"

A proud grin lit up his eyes. "I won a high-profile
case, the Cooper family murders."

"I heard about that. I didn't know you were the
prosecutor."

"Guy thought he was gonna get away with it, the media
thought he was innocent too, but I proved he did it. After that, DA's offices
from all over the country started courting me. I chose to come to Denver."

"You like it?"

"Yeah, I do. Lots more sun. Winter doesn't last as long
as it did in Chicago. Not as many big cases, but I have lots of influence when
I get them."

His lust for power hadn't dwindled one bit. "And you
rule here, even over your boss."

"It's good to be king."

That idea made me laugh so I helped him paint the picture.
"I suppose you have a luxury high-rise overlooking your subjects."

"Nope. I bought a house near the mountains. It's a nice
escape."

Bought a house?
My stomach churned. Alex was a pro at
reading emotions, so I picked up the menu and hid behind it while I digested
that piece of information. "What's good?"

"Their Monte Christo sandwich is excellent." His
interrogator's gaze burned through the laminated cardboard. "How are
you?"

"Good. I'm happy." I put the menu down and smiled,
confident that honest feelings hid my turmoil.

He raised an eyebrow. "The new boyfriend must be great
in the sack."

Shit, why did he have to go there?
"I hope
so."

"You hope?"

"I haven't slept with him." I picked up the menu
again.

"How long have you been seeing him?"

"Five or six months."

Alex shook his head. "Jesus, how can you keep a guy
waiting that long? How can
you
wait that long?"

"I'm trying something different—really dating a guy
before I jump in bed with him."

"And he's okay with that?"

"Yes. He is." I held the menu tight, wishing it
was heavier so it would hurt more when I smacked him.

"Right. He's probably getting it on the side. Good luck
with your celibacy, babe."

"Fuck you."

"But now you know where to find me when you want to get
laid—the way you like it."

Damn it. Don't remind me.
"I hate you."

Alex laughed. "No, you don't." But his eyes turned
serious. "How's Will?"

Should I tell him about that one time?
"I
haven't seen him since the three of us...." A carnal craving stirred
between my legs as images of our tangled tryst flashed through my brain.

"That long? I talked to him after I moved here—let him
know where I was."

My stomach churned and my nipples puckered. "I can't
talk about Will." The conflicting reactions tore me apart, stealing the
words I wanted to say.

"Okay."

We needed a diversion, something to get us off this doomed
path.
What the hell is taking the waitress so long?
"You bought a
house?"

"Yeah. I thought if I had a reason to stay, I'd be less
tempted to run back to... old mistakes."

So I'm the mistake
.

The waitress appeared with our drinks. "Are you ready
to order?"

"Yes." Alex put down his menu.

"I'm not hungry." I grabbed my purse and stomped
to the door.

"What the fuck? Talia, wait!" He jumped up,
knocking his chair over as he chased me out to the street.

"No!" I spun around and yelled at him in the
middle of the crowded sidewalk. "I've had enough of your bullshit. You
can't fuck with my life and walk away."

A woman covered her young daughter's ears and glared at me
as Alex grabbed my arm. "Pipe down, will ya?" He dragged me into a
narrow alley littered with broken bottles and scattered newspapers.

I wrenched my arm free, but he backed me against a brick
wall. "What the hell happened in there?"

"'Old mistake?' Is that all I am to you?"

"What? No." He narrowed his eyes and stared
straight into me. "Do you want more?"

"No! I want.... The last thing I need in my life right
now is more of you. We don't need this drama, Alex."

"I didn't ask for this."

"Neither did I!"

People walking past stopped and stared at us.

Alex lowered his voice. "I was over you until Joan
brought you in on this case."

"Over me? And now?"

He squashed me against the hard brick, nose to nose, his
lips a hot breath from mine. "Now I want to pin your sweet little ass to
this wall and fuck you till you can't walk."

I shoved him back and he stumbled, glass crunching under his
shoes. "Is that how you solve your problems? By fucking them?"

"It worked until I got fucked up with you and
Will."

"You two brought that on yourselves. I was just a pawn
in your little sex game." A couple on the sidewalk tripped over their feet
and looked back at us. "No more! From now on I'm in charge!"
God,
I hope he can't see me shaking.

"In charge of what?"

"You. Us. No. No more us! I'll find that precious
payment, and then I'm going back home."

"Is that what you want? To walk away from me
again?" He grabbed my shoulders.

I shouted in his face. "You walked away from me!"

"I won't make the same mistake twice." And then he
crushed me against the wall and kissed me hard, his teeth gashing my lip. He
pulled my blouse open and fondled my breasts while he jammed his knee between
my legs, lifting me off my feet.

I rode his thigh, clinging to him while he ravaged my mouth.
White-hot rage boiled over, fusing our bodies together. A group of teenage
girls pointed and gasped. The last time we'd tangled, we kept everything
secret. No one watched except Will, but I didn't know that. Having an audience,
especially a shocked one, made me bold. I grabbed Alex's ass and dug in with my
fingernails.

He snarled and bit my neck. "Bitch."

"Ow!" I punched his shoulder.

"Should I call the police?" A woman on the
sidewalk pulled out her phone.

"No!" We both yelled at her, but she shot a
worried glance at me.

"No. I'm safe."

She shook her head and left.

Alex maneuvered his rigid crotch between my thighs.
"Are you?" He pulled my blouse aside and slipped his hand into my
bra. The strap slid down my arm, exposing my breast as he fondled my nipple
with his thumb. His gaze shifted toward the crowd on the sidewalk. "Take
me to your hotel room."

"Why?"
Damn it, why didn't I say no?

He smiled as if he'd anticipated that. "Would you
rather fuck here? While we're being watched?"

My nipple pebbled in his palm.

"I think you like it. Too bad you didn't know about all
the times Will watched us."

"Will is a pervert."

"We all have our kinks, babe. Yours is putting on a
show."

"What's yours?"

He bent down and flicked his tongue across my nipple.
Someone on the sidewalk swore. Alex grabbed my ass and jerked my hips against
his hard cock. "Fucking with your head."

"You can't. Not anymore. I know all your tricks."

"If you want an audience, we can go out on your
balcony." He moved against me in slow circles.

My pussy throbbed, but I managed to argue with him.
"How do you know my room has one?"

"I've been to that hotel."

"Preparing witnesses?"

"Something like that." He stepped back and held
his hand out. "Come on."

I shook my head and pulled my blouse closed.

Then he moved in for the kill, placing his arms on either
side of me, leaning in close, but not touching, his words hot in my ear.
"I'll take you out in the open air, the warm sun, and strip you in broad
daylight. Imagine that. You'll have to brace yourself on the railing while I
eat your pussy. Probably have to drape one leg over my shoulder so I can lick
everything... all those juicy pink bits. If your room is on the second floor,
bystanders would have a great view. From the building across the street, from
the sidewalk, or from right below. Someone could stand under us, look up and see
everything. My tongue on your clit. Your juices streaming down your
thighs."

Heat washed over me, trickling down between my breasts and
pooling between my legs. I panted and tugged on his jacket, trying to force him
against me, but he wouldn't move. "Tell me more."

"Everyone will hear you—and see you come. And then I'll
turn you around and display your naked, flushed body to the whole damn city
while I fuck you from behind. Hold on to that railing tight, sweetheart.
They'll watch my cock pound your pussy. Spread your legs so they can see."

Oh that's hot.
My feet slid apart as far as my tight
skirt allowed. His chest rose and fell slow and steady, teasing mine. I dug my
fingers into his ass, but he still wouldn't touch me. My body ached for him,
and he laughed while I groaned and pulled. Bastard knew exactly what he was
doing to me.

He moaned in my ear, his voice rough. "I'll grab your
hair and make you stand straight up. You'll wrap your arms around my neck and
show off those sexy breasts. So fucking pretty... pretty when you're getting
fucked. That's why we shared you."

Sharing me. Oh God.
That triggered memories: two
pairs of hands, two mouths, two cocks dividing my body between them. A single
spark lit, sizzling down my spine like a fuse.
Bastard is going to make me
come—in public!

"That's it, slut. Show us how much you love it."

"Damn you." Powerful explosions ignited inside my
pussy, each one more intense than the last as the shock waves tore through me.
My back arched and I smacked my head against the wall. Pleasure engulfed the
pain, and I rode that crest until it crashed.

Alex kissed me, gasping for breath while he ground his
erection against my aching pussy, pushing me over another peak.

I grabbed his hair and bit his lip. "Don't! You got me
started. Now I can't stop." Cresting again.
Oh God!

He laughed, breathless. "How'd you like that
trick?"

"Fuck you."

"I intend to... exactly the way I described it."

"We could get arrested."

"Don't worry. A little 'donation' will take care of
that."

His mouth closed over mine, and I pulled him in close,
dragging my heated body against him. Our clothes denied us the full-body
contact I craved, but not for long. I stuck my hand between us, seeking his
cock, but he caught me.

"No, no, no. If you touch me now, I'm gonna lose
it."

"Really? I almost got you off with your clothes
on?" He'd never admitted I had any effect on him, although most of the
time the bulge in his pants told me everything I needed to know.

"Baby, I've been this close to coming ever since you
walked in to my office yesterday."

"Win."

"Bite me, slut. Let's go." He straightened his tie
and took a step toward the street.

I pulled up my bra, and then realized where he wanted to go.
"To my room?"

"Yeah, unless you really want to get arrested. I've
never gotten laid in a jail cell. Could be fun." He winked. "Claire
can clear my afternoon. I'm all yours."

"Yes, you are." The thought of having him in my
bed with no one to hide from, no reason to rush, made me so happy I wanted to
skip across the street. "Can we play all night?"

"As long as you want, sweetheart." He pulled me
into his arms, wrapping me in a genuine hug and caressing my lips with an
affectionate kiss.

I barely heard the text message alert from my phone.
"Wait."

Alex scowled. "No."

I had to pry myself from his hold. Scott:
'I miss you.
Call me when you have a break.'

"Shit."

"Forget about him." Alex reached for me.

"I can't."

He pulled me close and trailed his fingertips over my
breast. "Were you thinking about him while I was making you come?"

"No!"

"Then you can forget."

His hand slid off me as I stepped back. "He's a good
guy. I can't do this to him."

"But you did it to Will. You'd do it to me."

"No, I wouldn't. Not to anyone. Not ever again. Don't
you understand? I can't make the same mistake twice."

"You will. Do you want to know why?"

"No, I don't." But I knew.

"Because you can't get everything you want from one
man. You couldn't get it from Will. You won't get it from Scott."

"You think I'll get it from you?"

"I don't know. But we'll never find out if we don't
take the chance."

"You're not the man a woman can take a chance with.
You're too dangerous, even for me." I left him standing there alone,
staring at the ground and kicking shattered glass at the impenetrable brick
wall.

Not long ago, I'd lived for danger and excitement. Alex gave
me more than I could handle. But now I needed something else from him.

"I need to see you, Will."

Talia's voice trembled in my ear, and I pictured her
quivering lower lip, her shiny eyes. My dick stiffened as my fingers clenched
the phone. "I can't do this now."

"Why not?"

Huh. Damn good question.

The hot blonde sitting next to me sipped her wine and
smiled, resting her elbows on the bar and squeezing her arms together so her luscious
breasts nearly popped out of her tank top. I'd never met her before tonight,
never intended to see her again; just a spirited lay and she'd be out of my
life. Once and done.

After I'd fucked things up with Talia, I'd learned to turn
my emotions on and off like a switch. Off when I dealt with women wanting more
than a one-night stand. On when a victim needed my help or a perp tried to
escape me. I'd earned a commendation and a promotion for my compassion and
relentless pursuit of justice.
Whatever.
I opened my heart on the job,
but after hours I locked it up again and got laid. No attachments, no
complications. It worked for me.