Tony: Alvarez Security Series (19 page)

Turning out the light, she slid down under the covers, pulling them up to her chin hoping to keep warm. Closing her eyes, she hoped she could sleep without dreaming of a tall, gorgeous man with caramel eyes.

Loud knocking sounded and she jerked up. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was after midnight. The knocking sounded again and she jumped out of bed, grabbing a blanket as she made her way to the door. Peeking through the peep-hole, her heart beat loudly as she recognized the man of her thoughts.

Unlocking the door, she opened it then immediately shivered as the cold wind rushed in. Jumping back, she ordered, “Hurry, get in.” She wrapped the blanket around her shivering body.

Tony stepped in quickly, his hand on her stomach pushing her backward as he kicked the door closed with his boot. Looking down he took in her sleep tousled hair, flowered pajamas wrapped in a soft, green blanket, and as his gaze lowered he saw pink fuzzy socks peeking out from the bottom.
Fuckin’ adorable. And mine.

Her surprised expression morphed into concern. “Tony, what’s wrong? Why are you here so late?”

“We need to talk,” he said simply, taking her hand and leading her over to the sofa. Sitting, he pulled her down onto his lap. Her hands came up and pressed against his chest, but he protested, “Oh no, baby girl. I want you right here.”

“Humph,” she groused. “Maybe I don’t want to be this close while we’re talking.”

“Baby, I’d give you just about anything you wanted, but right now we’re playing this my way. I got stuff to clear up and I want you close, not pulling away.”

Pursing her lips, she stilled her hands, letting them drop into her lap, not willing to have them be tempted to hold tightly on to him. Lifting her eyes, she peered deeply into his face wondering what needed to be said in the middle of the night.
Please, no more heartache, Tony. I can’t take it.

Tony, no longer unsure of his feelings, jumped in quickly. “I’ve fucked things up between us and I’m here to unfuck them.”

She blinked slowly, not sure she understood what he was saying.
Unfuck them?
She had no idea what he was talking about but a sliver of hope peeked in her heart.

“You were partially right at the cemetery. I did love Marla and when she and Sofia died, I died with them. I planned on staying single the rest of my life ’cause I figured I had loved once and something like that just can’t come along more than once in a lifetime. But I was wrong. I’ve been fighting my feelings for you since I first saw you and when we finally got together up in the mountains, I was willing to go all the way with you. Then it all got fucked up when you heard me say her name in my sleep. But baby, it wasn’t what you thought.”

He ducked his head so that he peered directly into her eyes, checking to make sure she was understanding. What he saw was confusion and…doubt.
Fuck. How do I get her to understand?

“Tony—”

“No, babe. You gotta let me finish.”

She nodded, sucking her lips in, looking at his anguished expression.

Satisfied, he continued. “I had a dream that night and yes, Marla was in it. But baby, you have to believe me. She was letting me go, knowing that I was ready. As much as I had feelings for you, there was still the past holding me back. But that night, Sherrie babe, she told me to be happy with you.”

She sucked in a gasp, tears stinging the back of her eyes, as she watched the emotions play across his face. She lifted a hand, cupping his strong jaw, the rough stubble underneath her fingertips. His black hair looking as though he had been running his hands through it continuously. And those caramel eyes. Warm. Full of emotion.

Finally, she’s getting it.
Giving a tenuous smile, he said, “Baby, you’re no replacement. I’ve loved and lost. But if I’m lucky enough to find love again, then I’m grabbing it for all it’s worth and hanging on.”

“You…you’ve found love again?” she asked, her voice shaky.

A smile slowly curved his lips as he leaned in for a kiss. The soft touching of lips. The gentle promise of a future. “Yeah, Sherrie. I love you.” Touching her lips again, he leaned back saying, “Please tell me I’m not too late. Please say I still have a chance with you.”

Her answer was to grasp both of his cheeks pulling him in for a kiss. This one full of understanding. Forgiveness. Then morphing into passion.

After a moment of letting her lead, he took over the kiss, angling her head for better access. Plunging his tongue deep inside her warm mouth, he tasted her mint toothpaste as he plundered every crevice. Feeling something wet on his hands, he leaned back seeing tears sliding from her blue eyes over his fingers.

Wiping her cheeks with the rough pads of his thumbs, he whispered, “Baby, don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”

Standing suddenly with her in his arms, she squealed as he headed back toward the stairs. Taking them two at a time, his precious load held tightly to his chest, he made his way into her bedroom, setting her down by letting her body slide slowly along his front. Pulling the blanket from her shoulders he let it drop to the floor. He smiled as he saw her flowered, flannel pajamas and little pink socks.
How the fuck can a woman look so sexy
covered head to toe?

His hands went to the buttons at her neck, slipping them loose until the top gapped opened and a hint of cleavage peeked through. Placing his hands on the soft material at her shoulders, it took little movement to have the shirt and bottoms in a flannel pile at her feet. With a quick lift, he lay her on her back, her breasts bouncing with the motion. His dick, already pressing into his jeans, was straining, leaving him to wonder if his zipper was leaving a permanent mark.

The smile on her face tugged at his heartstrings as he divested himself of his clothes as quickly as he could. Finally out of its constraints, his cock stood at attention as he ran his fist up and down its length. He knelt on the floor pulling her fuzzy covered feet toward him. Sliding her socks off, he placed a kiss on each instep.

She raised up on her elbows and watched this huge, handsome man kiss her feet and she could not contain the giggle that erupted. “I’m ticklish,” she gasped, but then his mouth began to move higher and her mirth ended as her pussy clenched in anticipation.

Kissing her inner thighs he grasped her panties, dragging them down and tossing them into the pile of discarded clothes on the floor. Moving up again, he pulled her legs over his shoulders as he moved his lips to the prize.

With the flat of his tongue, he laved her moist folds, memorizing the taste of her.
I want this. Every night. Forever.
Plunging his tongue in, he grinned as she jumped, jerking her hips off of the bed. “Easy babe, we got all night,” he said, voice like gravel.

Moving up, he latched onto her clit while moving a finger deep inside, crooking it as it hit the spot that he had been aiming for. The one that he knew would throw her over the edge. With one last suck, he was not disappointed as she screamed his name and he felt her hot pussy clench his finger as he continued to move his tongue around her clit prolonging the orgasm until she fell boneless back onto the bed.

Gasping for air, she moaned, “Oh God, Tony. You’re going to kill me.” A giggle erupted as he kissed his way up her body. “Death by orgasm," she laughed.

“Is that such a bad way to go?” he joked, as he made his way to her breasts, latching onto one rosy nipple.

“Ummm,” was her only response.

After rolling on a condom he grabbed her hands in his, pulling them over her head, exposing her beautiful body to his perusal. Moving his straining cock to her entrance, he looked down at her expectant face.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he ordered, teasing her pussy with the head of his cock.

“I want you. Now,” she answered, her breasts heaving with each pant.

Dipping his lips to hers, he whispered, “My pleasure,” before plunging his dick into her hot, tight pussy and his tongue into her warm mouth.

Moving both in rhythm, he started slowly, his dick stretching her as it hit every nerve along the way. In and out, dragging along her inner walls as the friction drove her to distraction. He moved his tongue along her neck, sucking on the tender area at the base where her pulse throbbed.

Her hands wrapped around his back as her legs entwined around his waist, opening herself up more. She felt the power of his muscles underneath her fingertips as they moved over the ridges as they flexed with each stroke.

“More. Harder,” she moaned as the friction built to a crescendo. She squeezed her eyes shut as the world around her fell away, feeling only the rocking of her body as he powered into her. She could tell she was close and suddenly felt his dick swell even larger inside.

Tony watched as her perfect teeth bit into her bottom lip, her head thrown back against the mattress as he felt his balls tighten.

“Open your eyes. I wanna see you when you come,” he ordered. Her eyes popped open in obedience, their blue orbs focusing on his. Her plump lips were smiling as he felt her pussy walls began to clench on his dick. Reaching down, he tweaked her clit and watched with satisfaction as she screamed his name again, feeling her milk his cock.

She watched as his normally staid expression changed as his orgasm rocked through him. With his head thrown back, she watched as the veins stood out on his neck as he powered through his orgasm.
Love. He loves me.

He dropped his head on the mattress beside hers, as he tried to catch his breath. Rolling to the side, he pulled her along with him to keep from crushing her. Their sweat-slicked bodies cooled slowly as their heartbeats continued to pound.

Pushing her hair from her face, he watched her as her breathing slowed.
I never thought I would have this again.
After a few seconds her eyes opened and focused lazily back at him, a slow smile crossing her face.

“Hey, you,” she said sleepily.

“Hey back,” he added, tucking her in tightly as he pulled the covers up over them, not wanting her to become chilled.

She drifted off to sleep, sated from sex and safe in the knowledge that he was finally here to stay.
He loves me,
she thought once again.

Tony watched her smile slowly fade away as the peace of sleep overtook her. He waited to see if the familiar tug of guilt was coming. But it did not. And for the first time in over five years, he fell into a dreamless, peaceful slumber.

I
n the back
of an unmarked, panel van, Gabe and Jobe sat watching the exterior of Quentin Salazar’s office. The run-down apartment building attached was a hive of young people coming and going.

“He runs this dive and is able to live in the big ass house he has?” Jobe asked.

“Uh huh,” Gabe grunted. “I can see why the police are looking into him. Gotta be running money through somewhere.”

Jobe’s eyes raised to the building next to the van. “This work for you?”

Gabe’s gaze followed Jobe’s. “Yeah, it’s as good as any.”

They moved out of the van, walking to the old, brick building across from Quentin’s office and quickly made their way to the roof. The building was only three stories tall, making it perfect for the cameras they were installing. Affixing them to the edge of the roof, camouflaged by the slight overhang, they worked efficiently.

“Wish we could get inside his office.” Jobe said.

“We may still be able to do something, but honestly? If we get enough visual intel, Matt may be able to get a search warrant for this guy’s place.”

Finishing, they glanced down as a black BMW pulled up to the front curb and watched as their suspect stepped out. Barking out warnings to the teens on the sidewalk, he moved into his building.

Noticing the teens did not lurk around, Jobe commented, “He must put the fear of God in them to keep them away from that ride of his.”

Gabe nodded before answering thoughtfully, “Or the fear of something.”

Finished with the installation, they called BJ to make sure the live video feed was working. Getting the all-clear from him, they moved back to the van and headed to the office to report to Tony.

*

Several days passed
before Sherrie tried to contact Betina again. Her text went unanswered and she finally called, but it went straight to voicemail. Walking out of her office, she went in to see Mr. Marks.

Smiling up at her, the elderly lawyer leaned back in his squeaky desk chair as he nodded for her to have a seat in one of his old, comfortable leather seats. She could not help but smile back as she commented on his furniture.

He patted the arms of his antique, wooden chair and said, “I know you’ve been after me to get new furniture like Simon has in his office, but I just can’t make myself do it. This chair was in this office thirty-seven years ago when I first became a lawyer and old Mr. Owens took me in as a partner. I tried a new padded desk chair once when my wife came in and declared that she couldn’t see how I could take the squeaking. Funny,” he said as his gaze drifted away in memories, “but I never noticed the squeak. And I just couldn’t get used to the new-fangled thing. It had more gears on the side than my first car. Went up, down, back, tilted. Damn near threw myself out of it one day, so I gave it to our receptionist.”