Deep Blue Impact (Deep Blue Series) (10 page)

             
She puts her phone on the table, sighs lightly and looks down.  A strand of her hair has fallen down into her face and she tucks it behind her ear, cocking her head sideways to look at me.  She's breath taking as she gives me a small smile but doesn't say anything.  She leans forward on her hands and starts a slow sexy crawl towards me. 

             
She swings one leg over my hips sitting astride my lap.  Wrapping her hands around my neck she brings her lips to me placing feather light kisses up my throat until she reaches my ear. She tugs gently on my ear lobe instantly making me hard.  Her smell, her skin, it's all so much. Even though I am hard as a rock with her sweet lips on me and her soft legs around me, I have to know, but since she is not offering up any information about the phone call she just received in the middle of the night, I will.  I wrap my arms around her waist to keep calm, because I don't want to blow my top.

             
"Who was that?"

             
"Rex," she whispers, her lips still by my ear. 
Hell no!
Nothing’s worse than hearing the girl you're in love with whisper another guys name sexily in your ear. 
Did I just think IN LOVE, what the hell Ian?
OK, push that back for now and chalk it up to great sex.  I grab her arms pushing her back so she is looking at me.  She instantly shoves her bottom lip out in a pout.

             
"I was enjoying that,”she says, “You smell and taste amazing,” then tries to go back to licking and kissing my neck. 
Later baby, I promise.  I love how much you love doing that
.

             
"OK, I got that it was REX, kind of hard not to have picked that up.  Who is Rex?" She looks annoyed and puts her arms down at her sides.

             
"He's my friend. One of my best friends actually, next to Mags that is." She's picking at the sheets with her thumb and forefinger, and sets her butt back so she is sitting on my thighs.

             
"And why is he calling you so late?"
Come on, baby, give me something here that makes me feel better about this
.

             
"Because he is in camp in Colorado, and it is not that late for him.  He calls when he can get reception." She is getting her guard up, and to make matters worse, every question I ask her she answers short with no elaboration.  I work in security, and people do that when they don't want to talk about something.  Not only that, but every question gets her a little farther from me.  She's rolled off my thighs and is now sitting next to me with her legs tucked under her.  She is chewing on her thumbnail barely looking at me.

             
"OK. So your best friend, Rex, is in a camp in Colorado.  What exactly does that mean?"

             
"Football camp, he’s in training. He plays for the Denver Broncos," she sighs again.  I can tell she hates every minute of the interrogation, but damn if this isn't the worst news for me.

             
"Do you mean Rex Olsen?" She nods yes. "So Rex Olsen, People magazines sexiest man of the year and most eligible bachelor, is your best friend?"  Fuck does this hurt. It's like a knife in the gut and the heart.  I have never felt this before, and I think it's insane jealousy.

             
"Yes, Ian."  She is getting mad now.

             
"So how did you meet Mr. Sexy man of the year, pro football player?" 
Please don't tell me you fucked him, please don't tell me that
.

             
"He was my high school boyfriend, and I broke up with him. Why the third degree here?"  Oh great, so yeah she fucked him, probably many times. 
Great, great, great
. Her high school boyfriend was Rex Olsen, of course. Why does that surprise me?  Look at her. She could have anyone she wants.

             
"There's nothing going on anymore?"

             
"Do you really think I would be in bed with you if there was? Geez, thanks." She's off the bed now and pacing.  Damn she's cute when she's mad, but I don't like that she is mad at me. 
Knife in heart twisting
.

             
"He doesn't want anything from you?"
Why don't you stop already you stupid idiot
? But she hesitates, she won't look at me.
Shit, shit, shit
.

             
"It doesn't matter what he wants. Rex is not the one woman kind of guy.  We're friends, and that is it."  Her cheeks are flush with anger as she shouts at the wall still not looking at me.                "Look it is none of your business anyway."

             
"None of my business? None of business?" I am shouting now.  "You're now very much my business, and I'm sorry, but I don't like you talking to Rex." 
What the hell are you saying man, you're scaring the shit out of her
.  I can't see straight I am so jealous.

             
"We are not in a relationship, Ian.  This is why I don't want one. People try to change people in relationships, and I'm not changing.  Rex and I share a bond and there is nothing you can do or say that will ever make me stop being friends with him."
Knife twisting some more
. She's staring at me now with those big, beautiful green eyes, and they are mad.  "I think you need to stay in the guest room." She walks out of the bedroom still wearing nothing but my shirt.  I get up throwing on my jeans not even bothering with my boxers.  She's in the living room pointing to a hallway on the opposite side.

             
"The guest room is down that hall," she says with a huff before turning on her heels and going in her room.  "It's too bad really. I was about to ride your cock long and hard before you ruined everything." She turns giving me a smirk, then grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over her head revealing her amazing, gorgeous, naked body to me before she throws it at me and slams the bedroom door. She is gone.

             
That went well, Ian. 
You really are a stupid idoit
.  Not to mention I am hard as rock with the reason for the erection locked behind a door, and she has no interest in being near me right now.

             
I sit on the couch and call Sam.

             
"I hope you have a very good reason for calling me this late dude." Sam answers my call.

             
"I need you to find out everything you can on Rex Olsen."

             
"Rex Olsen, as in the Bronco's Rex Olsen?"

             
"Yes that one.  I want everything back to when he was born, anything you can find." There's something else going on than just friends. Guys are not like that with ex-girlfriends and girls are not like that with ex-boyfriends, especially ones like Rex Olsen, who has a different super model on his arm every week.   Like she said, they have a bond and I need to know what that bond is. 

             
"Are you going to tell me why I am doing this? Does it have anything to do with your recent mood or your last minute drop everything trip to New York?"   Just like me, Sam is very good at his job and reading people.  He's known something’s been up since I got back from Vegas. I'm silent though, what am I supposed to say? That I am head over heels for a woman who seems like she feels the same way sometimes, but then changes and puts up her guard and shuts me down faster than a blink of an eye? That this particular woman has made me feel things I have never felt, and thought I never would?

             
"It's a woman, isn't it?  You've met someone haven't you?  You don't have to tell me, I already know.  Whoever she is, I can't wait to meet the girl that has you tripping over your tongue.  Never thought I’d see it bro." 
See he's good, he hit the nail right directly on the head
.

             
"Will you just do as I asked you please, and let me know?"

             
"No denial, so I'm right."  He seems very satisfied with himself. 

             
"Jesus man, what am I going to do?" I can't see straight, and all I want to do right now is knock down that fucking door and take Aubrey in every way. 

             
"One day at a time, mate. Try and keep your cool. Nothing scares off a woman more than an insanely jealous caveman." 
Yep, nail on the head
.   "I'll see what I can find on one Mr. Olsen, and I will see you in a couple days.  My flight is in the afternoon and I should arrive there around 9:00 Tuesday night.  The meeting is still Wednesday, right?"

             
"Yeah," I sigh.

             
"Will I be meeting your girl?"

             
"Oh you'll be meeting her, and I hope to God she is my girl by then." 

Chapter 10

AUBREY

             
I’m pacing around the room steaming mad.  Who the hell does he think he is? Yeah I said the words I was his, but during sex.  That doesn't count.  Not only that, but to pull all that possessive caveman shit and have the gall to tell me who I can and can't talk to.  Rex and I shared something that changed both our lives, and he will always be in my life.  If Ian Brady didn't like it, he could use the door.  But goddamn if I still wasn't horny as hell right now, not to mention I didn't want him to go out that door.  

             
Maybe someday I will share with him what happened so many years ago, and hope he'd understand.  But he didn't deserve to know, not now.  Rex and I were the only ones who knew.  I have never met anyone that I felt like telling anyway.  I had come close to telling Mags once, but didn't.  It was Rex and my story to tell and we decided a long time ago that we would tell our story only when it felt right.  I know he's never told anyone, because he would tell me if he did.  He has never met Ian, and from what I got so far the two of them were not going to be friends.

I would never share my biggest
, darkest secret with someone that I didn't love completely and with all my heart.

             
I hear talking outside my room. It’s Ian, but I don't hear any other voices so I assume he's on the phone.  I am secretly hoping he’s not trying to find a hotel room right now.  Even though I'm mad I really don't want him leaving, but knowing he is near also makes me even more horny and desperate for his touch. Desperate to touch him, I head to the door and listen.  I don't hear him talking anymore and I wonder if he went to bed. 

             
I open the door a crack and see the room is dark.  I walk into the living room and look down the hallway. There’s light coming from under the guestroom’s door.   He's still here, I smile to myself.  I can still smell him on me, and I'm suddenly very angry at myself for throwing his shirt at him.
  I liked it on me more than this lingerie silk lace nighty. It smelled so much of him and it was intoxicating having it brush against my skin. I look around the room and see it lying where I had thrown it. 

             
Crawling on the couch, I bring the shirt up to my nose and inhale deeply. I lie down with his shirt bunched under my head and curve my legs under me enjoying the coolness of the couch against my skin through the silk.  I bury my face in his shirt, and before I know it I'm drifting off to sleep.

             
I awake, what must be, a couple hours later. It’s early morning, as it is still dark out, but not midnight dark.  Something warm and soft is on top of me and I move to feel a fleece throw is now covering me.  I inhale and smell Ian stronger than ever.  Sitting up thinking I should go back to my bed, I turn and see Ian sound asleep in the chair next to me.  His long legs are stretched out on the ottoman, and he only has on some gray sweatpants. 
Damn he's an amazing specimen of a man
.  

             
Watching him sleep so peacefully, and in that uncomfortable chair no less, probably so he could be close to me makes me feel bad. I take the throw off of me and lay it gently over Ian. 

Right
as I'm about to turn and head to my room, he grabs my wrist and pulls me back in front of him.  Without asking, and in total control, he lifts the blanket and pulls me to his lap.  He does it with so much authority that I don’t fight it. I curl my legs around him and lay my head to rest on his bare chest.  He pulls the throw over us and wraps his arms around my waist. 

             
Pressing his lips to my forehead he sighs.
I'm sorry baby
, is what I want to say, but can't get the words out.

             
"Aubrey, I'm just going to lay it out there. I am going to be completely honest and bare my soul to you.  And just so you know, before you say anything, I have never done this with another woman. I have never wanted to do this with another woman," Ian says, now rubbing his hand up and down my lower leg that is draped over his lap.  He is talking into my hair, which I am glad for, because I don't think I could do this looking into his deep blues.