Bound to the Fallen (Prophecy #2) (47 page)

G
laring at the officer, I narrowed my eyes. “Yes, I felt threatened. Who knows what he would have done to me if Dr. Hunter hadn’t have come out here. As far as I’m concerned, Dr. Hunter saved me. He defended me – protected me.”

I had a flash back to when Gavin said he just wanted to protect me.
I winced at how ironic that statement seemed now.

“Okay. Thank you.” The officer walked off
, leaving me and Ashley by the stairs.

We sat on the stairs for what seemed like hours before they pulled Gavin ou
t of the back of the police car and unfastened his handcuffs.

He
coolly walked over to us, his shirt still balled up in his fist and specks of dried blood splattered on his neck.

T
he headlights of the police car cast shadows across the walls of the deck as it pulled away.

Gavin grabbed the ba
se of my head and gently rested his forehead against mine. His skin felt warm against my chilled skin. My hair tangled up in his fingers. “You okay, love?” he whispered, staring into my eyes.

“Fine.” I closed my eyes
, knowing that had he not shown up when he did the ending may very well have been pretty ugly.

His thumbs stroked
behind my ears. Pressing his lips lightly to mine, he held them there for a moment. Gavin inhaled through his nose and pulled away. “I’ve never been so livid in my life.”

“Thank you,
” I said. I could feel my eyes water.

A
look of hurt washed over Gavin’s face. I’d never seen him look so vulnerable. “Please don’t cry, love.” There was a slight catch in his voice as he said, “I’d never allow anyone to hurt you. You’re my world.” He pulled me tightly into him and held me like he was afraid to let go. “Let’s go home,” he said.

Ashley stood up from the stairs. “Well, I’d
have never thought Dr. Knight was that psychotic.” She walked to her car and unlocked it. “See you guys tomorrow.” She shut her door and started her car.

Gavin
went to my car, grabbing the keys from the door where I’d left them. He glanced over at my hood. “Hmmm, I’d say we need to look for you a new car. That’s a pretty big dent you put in the hood when you jumped across it.”

I looked and saw indentions from my knees and a long scratch from the heel of my shoe wh
ere I’d slid off of the hood.

We
went to the next floor and got into Gavin’s car. He started the engine and glanced over at me. “I don’t have any patients Friday. Why don’t we just take off and go down to the beach a day early? I could use a nice ocean view after this past week.”

I nodded in agreement as he backed out of the parking
spot.

Gavin

G
lancing over at her, she looked distraught. Black streaks had dried on her face where she’d been crying.

I
took in a shallow breath in an effort to calm the anger still coursing through my being. The instantaneous rage that had rushed over my body when I saw Scott pushed up against her — I wasn’t even fully aware of what I was doing, to be honest. When I finally realized that my hand was wrapped around his neck, it took every ounce of control I could conjure to loosen my grip.

Who
the hell did he think he was? My brain was still trying to put the pieces together because it didn’t make since that Scott would’ve done something so irrational, so out of line, so uncontrolled. Scott was a Guardian, and Guardians were instructed to never interfere with us unless we took from the innocent. And I hadn’t
taken
anything.

“You okay
, love?” I asked. Reaching across, I squeezed Brooke’s knee reassuringly, smiling tenderly at her before redirecting my eyes to the road.

“I’m fine.
Just a little exhausted.” She lowered her voice, “I’m just glad you didn’t go to jail.”

T
urning off the interstate, I veered onto the highway. I checked the road to make sure it was safe to pull out and I saw Brooke nervously biting her nails.

Tu
rning to me, she asked, “He said you wouldn’t break the agreement. What was he talking about?”

I felt my insides turn
. I struggled to keep my gaze focused on the road while I answered her. “I have no idea. I think he’s lost his mind. Nothing about the entire incident makes any sense to me.”

“I feel like it’s my fault,” Brooke said
, fighting back tears.

“Brooke, how on earth could any of this be your fault? It’s not your fault.”

She pushed her hair back away from her face and looked helplessly at me.

I pulled up into my driveway and ope
ned the garage. After I turned the car off, I glanced over at her and smiled. She had every right to be upset, but I couldn’t stand that she felt she was somehow to blame for Scott’s irrational behavior. If anything, this was my fault.

My footsteps echoed through the garage as I walked
over to her door to open it for her. Brooke climbed out and I went to the trunk to grab my blood-stained shirts.

T
ossing my keys on the bar, I walked back to the laundry room. The fluorescent lights flickered and I reached over to open the lid of the washing machine. I turned the dial and ran some cold water in the basin before throwing my shirts inside to soak.

The hallway was still dark
. Brooke had neglected to turn the lights on and I made my way to my bedroom in the dark. As I entered I saw Brooke sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor. I walked into the bathroom and flipped the lights on.

I sat
on the edge of my tub and took my dress shoes and thin dress socks off. Tossing my socks into the wooden hamper, I thought about how I would eventually have to tell Brooke the truth, or leave her.

The tile was cold underneath my feet as
I stepped toward the doorway. My eyes locked onto Brooke and I pulled my boxers down. “Let’s take a shower. Come on. It’ll make you feel better.” I said.

S
tepping inside the tiled shower, I gripped the bronze handle, turning it halfway to the left. I moved to the side as the water shot out of the large showerhead. The water quickly heated up and steam billowed out, filling the room. I peered through the glass and saw Brooke standing in front of the vanity. She undressed slowly and walked around to the entrance of the shower. I loved the way her breasts bounced slightly with each gentle step she took.

She leaned her head back in the stream of hot water
, and I reached up to sensually rub across her breast. There was no reaction to my touch, her eyes stared down and she was chewing on the inside of her lip. Her body language made it evident that she was distracted.

“What’s got you so bothered that you can’t enjoy my touch?”

Apprehension had drawn across her face. “Gavin, I think it kinda is my fault.”

L
ooking at her, I waited for her to continue.

“You know how Miranda
came up to the office and blew up on Nicole?” A painful look of regret twisted her face as she waited on my response.

I nodded
. “Yes, of course I remember that. What does that have to do with
you
, Brooke?”

Her chest
rose and she drew in a deep breath, “Well, when you told me that some girl came in your office, I freaked out and told Ashley — ”

I cut her off
. “Damn it to hell, Brooke.” My voice echoed from the tile and her eyes darted down to the floor.

B
rooke’s hand trembled as she brought it up to her shoulder and rubbed across her skin. I stared at her and she refused to make eye contact with me. Pleading, she said, “Just let me finish, let me finish.” She paused, finally looking me in the eyes. “Ashley figured it had to be Nicole and she got all pissed off and broke into Dr. Knight’s office. She found some naked pictures of Nicole in his desk.” Brooke pulled her bottom lip in and held it tightly. She hesitated, releasing a long sigh. “Ashley sent them to Miranda —
after
she’d taken pictures of them with her phone. After Miranda came up to the office Ashley posted them to Twitter.” Brooke looked down to the floor of the shower and lowered her voice. “Dr. Knight said he knew what I’d done to Nicole, and about us… I guess he thought it was me, not Ashley.”

My pulse qui
ckened and I took several very large breaths. I was furious, but not entirely at Brooke. This was exactly why I didn’t like Brooke having anything to do with Ashley. Closing my eyes, I held my breath in. I opened them and stared down at her. She looked absolutely terrified.

“I told you I would handle that
. Why didn’t you listen?” I fought to keep my voice from deepening. I tried to keep myself from yelling at her.

Her eyes lifted, meeting mine briefly.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her eyes shifting back down to the floor.

“It wasn’t Nicole
, Brooke.”

She looked up at me
, utterly confused. “What?”

I shook my head
. “Wasn’t her.”

The water poured down my body a
nd I stood there staring at her, trying to figure out a way to explain things to her, but I failed. My mind could not formulate a way to even begin explaining any of the things I’d kept hidden from her.

I was
furious with Ashley. I knew she’d pounced on the opportunity to use Brooke as an excuse to lash out at Nicole. Brooke had no idea what a deviant and manipulative woman Ashley was. I needed time to figure out how to talk to Brooke about my past; I needed to be in complete control of the situation.

Brooke

Human Resources contacted me early the next morning to discuss the incidence with Dr. Knight. I walked across campus to the administrative buildings to meet with the representative.
Pulling the heavy glass doors open, I stepped into the receptionist area.

A girl who looked to be around the same age
as me glanced up from her desk. “Can I help you?” she asked.

“I’m Brook
e Davis. I have a meeting with Bobby Andrews.”

“Just a moment.” She reached across the desk and picked up the
receiver to her phone. Her long nails were painted bright pink and she had a very large engagement ring on her ring finger. “Mr. Andrews, Ms. Davis is here.” She paused, “Yes, I’ll send her around.” She hung up the phone. “You can go on in. His office is down the hall, last door on the left, number 310.”

“Thanks.” I turned to walk away. “You
r ring is gorgeous.” I smiled genuinely at her.

Her face lit up and a puppy
-love look fogged over her eyes. “Thanks. I just got it this weekend,” she swooned, holding her hand out and admiring the dazzling stone. “Still getting used to it.” Her smile widened.

I walked down th
e hallway, stopping in front of room 310 and knocking on the door frame. “Mr. Andrews?”

A man who looked to
be in his early thirties was seated behind a large desk. His eyes rose from the paper he was holding in his hands. Smiling, he stood up and stuck his hand out to greet me. “Ms. Davis, thanks for making yourself available on such short notice.”

“Not a problem
,” I said, shaking his hand.

He had short, ebony
-colored hair. He looked exceptionally professional with his clean-shaven face, baby blue dress shirt, and navy and white striped tie. He was a very handsome man, and had I met him a month before I may have found myself attracted to him, but compared to Gavin he was downright homely.

I glanced around his office a
nd noticed several autographed baseballs displayed on the shelves.

He sat back down and adjusted his tie. “How are you doing?”

I directed my eyes back to his. “I’m fine. Thanks.”

He forced a s
mall smile, revealing one dimple on the side of his mouth. “From what I’ve been told, you had quite the experience yesterday after work?”

I glanced behind him
and out the window. “Yes,” I said, then fell silent.

“Ms. Davis
, I just wanted to let you know that Dr. Knight has been asked not to return to work. He’s been relieved of his responsibilities at this institution. Assault is not taken lightly here.” He picked up his pen and twisted it between his fingers. “We also feel it may be best if you take a week or so off, give yourself some time to digest what happened. I know it must have been traumatizing for you. We definitely want to give you adequate time to find your bearings.” He paused. “It will be considered administrative leave with pay, so you won’t have to dip into your vacation or personal time.”

I exhaled softly. “Thank you.”

Later that evening Gavin and I returned from dinner at a local restaurant. We’d just sat down on the couch and I glanced over at Gavin, remembering something I’d planned to do the previous evening.

“I brought something for you
,” I said, standing up from the couch and taking my iPod out of my purse.

Gavin looked down at the small square object in my hand and narrowed his eyes. “Hmmm?”

“I know how much you appreciate music,” I paused as I walked over to the iPod dock in the wall of his kitchen, placing it into the groove, “…and…” I peeped around the corner at him. “For some reason, this song always makes me think of you.” Scrolling through the list, I came to Imogen Heap. I selected the song “Come Here Boy” and paused it. Grabbing the flat, white remote, I walked back to the living room. My heart was thumping hard in my chest, I was nervous, but excited about what I’d planned.

I straddled Gavin on the couch and kiss
ed him, running my hands back though his thick hair and down his neck.

He
playfully pushed me away and smiled. “Don’t hear anything, love.”

“I’m not ready yet,
” I said as I stood up and grabbed his hand to pull him to his feet. I swayed my hips seductively as I walked backwards toward the dining room.

“O
h, I see — trying to tease me, aye?” Gavin asked.

Na
rrowing my gaze at him, I whispered, “Exactly.”

I pulled h
is shirt over his head and then undid his fly, yanking his slacks to the floor.

“So
forceful, love.” He firmly grabbed onto the back of my head. “I like it,” he growled, brushing his lips against mine. He bit down on my bottom lip, dragging his teeth over it as he let it roll out of his grip.

R
eaching to the back of my dress, he started to unzip it, but I grabbed his elbow and forced his hand back to his side. I slid my hands under the waistband of his boxers and around to his ass, pushing them down as I sunk my nails into warm flesh.

“Mmm.” Gavin closed his eyes
tightly and tilted his head back.

Running
my hands around to his front, I placed my fingers at the base of his dick. I drug my fingers along the length of it and then pushed his boxers to his ankles. As I came up I grazed the length of him once with my tongue, trailing up the rippled muscles of his abdomen, giving one continuous lick up and across his chest and neck, until finding the supple fullness of his lips. Touching my lips to his, I slowly slid my tongue into his mouth, wrapping it around the thickness of his tongue. I bit down lightly on his tongue when he stuck it inside my mouth. He growled into my mouth and clenched his fingers into my hips.

I reached around m
y back and untied the blood-red satin ribbon that had been draped delicately around my waist. I stared into Gavin’s eyes, a fire burning behind them as I held my arm out and slid the ribbon from the belt loops of my dress. Glancing over his naked and perfectly fuckable body, I had to fight to keep my lips from curling up into a delicious smile.

I placed my hand in the center of his defined chest and
shoved him back toward a chair. “Sit,” I demanded.

Gavin’s eyes ignited
when I pushed him down into the wooden dining room chair. The chair scraped across the floor as he fell into it.

“You’ve no idea what you’re doing to me,” he said through his clenched jaw, his hands holding tightly to the sides of the chair.

I took Gavin’s left arm in my hand and bent it back behind his head. I then took his right arm, being careful not to put pressure on his bandaged hand as I bent it back. His fingers intertwined and I held his wrists firmly as I made my way behind his chair, my high heels clicking on the floor as I methodically walked around him. Taking the ribbon from my hand, I wrapped it once around his wrists, pulling the knot tightly as I looped it around the top rail of the chair. I tied the ends in a bow and came back around to the front of his chair. The sight of him completely naked with his hands bent behind his head was the most enticing thing I’d ever seen. His bulging muscles were stiff and still in an effort to not undo the restraint I’d tied.

“This just won’t do
,” I whispered and walked behind the chair again to untie the ribbon and tightened it around his wrists. This time I tied the knot to the back of the chair. I stepped back to the front and Gavin’s teeth were clenching his bottom lip. He raised his hips from the chair, shoving his dick toward me.

Taking
the remote, I pressed the play button. The sexy rhythm filled the air and I reached back to my half-undone zipper and unfastened it. Stepping out of my dress, I strutted toward Gavin. I ran my hands up my neck, bringing my hair on top of my head. I turned my head to the side and cut my eyes back over to him. I could see Gavin’s breath draw in with anticipation.

I moved my hands and my hair fell around my face and over
my breasts. The sensation caused my nipples to harden. I sensually slid one bra strap off of my arm. Biting my bottom lip, I slid the other strap down and slightly rolled my shoulder, allowing the strap to fall gracefully from my body. I held the cups to my skin and walked closer to Gavin. When I felt my leg graze against his knee, I released my hold on my bra and it hit the floor.

Gavin move
d his arm to grab me and the ribbon caught him. An overzealous need fell over his face and that infernal smile of his slowly crept over his lips.

I t
urned and took a few steps back. Placing my thumb under the band of my panties, I ran it from the front to the side. I slowly slid one side down, stopping when the material hit the top of my thigh, almost exposing myself to him. I moved my hips slowly in beat with the music, circling them as I dropped myself to the floor. My legs spread as I glanced naughtily back over my shoulder. My hand glided over my sides and I pushed my breasts together while my hands made their way up to my neck.

I
n an effort to seem sexy, I grabbed my hair and pinned it up on top of my head. I thrust my hips back up and slid the other side of my panties down, baring myself to him. Bending over, I pulled them down to my ankles and leaned down, my bare breasts grazing my thighs as I grabbed onto my ankles. Then I slowly pulled myself back up and kicked my panties to the side of the room.

I
stretched out on the cool hardwood floor and the temperature caused my skin to tighten. I pushed myself away from the chair with my feet, erotically rubbing my hands across my face and then down my neck. I drug my nails across my chest and slowly snaked my way down my stomach. Throwing my head to the side, I cut my eyes back to Gavin, staring at him with a hunger, a need, a longing to please him.

Rubbing
my fingers below my navel and down between my thighs, I closed my eyes and tossed my head back as I slid my fingers between my crease. I pushed one finger in slowly and opened my eyes, setting my heated stare on Gavin. Lying with my legs spread in front of him, I pleasured myself for him.

“Woman, what are you trying to do to me?” he said, devouring me with his eyes.

I sat up and slowly rose to my feet. My steps were hard, causing my breasts to bounce with each step. The sound of my heels against the floor was drowned out by the music. I kept my eyes set intently on his as I approached him.

Gav
in wet his lips with his tongue. “You shouldn’t tease me like this, love,” he whispered. “You’ve
no
idea how you’re tempting me.”

I stood in front of him
completely nude, staring into his wild eyes, daring him to take me. His chest heaved, his gaze was unwavering. Turning around, I slid my back across his body, the heat from his skin made my heart pump faster. I ran my right hand over my breast and down my stomach; my left hand reached back and caressed his face as I slowly fell down his thighs and onto the floor. I grazed my skin back over his and turned around, straddling the chair. Straightening up, I leaned over him, rubbing my breasts down his face. His tongue darted across my breast, his shoulder lunged forward as I made my way down his body.

I stopped just as
I felt the plumpness of his head pushing at my opening. Gavin released a hard breath through his nose and I held myself over him.

“Sit down,” he demanded.

I narrowed my stare and leisurely sat down on him. The feeling of him entering me sent a rush of warmth and need over my body. I pulled myself up deliberately, stopping at the base of his head, and then forcing myself back down on him hard. I grinded on him slowly, brushing my breasts against his chest and face with each movement.

My eyes closed a
nd I lost myself in the feeling of intense, almost unmanageable pleasure ripping through me. I felt Gavin’s hands on my back, possessively gripping my shoulders as he thrust himself deeper inside of me.

“Didn’t tie me tight enough, did you
?” he panted the words into my ear and then bit down onto my earlobe.

A rush, a torrent of
elegant sensations fought its way across my core.