Dismantled (Girls on Top #2) (22 page)

My world’s finally set in its right place when I see Traxx’s smile. There is no possible way I can still be upset with him after his explanation. I have no other options, because he already owns me and I don’t want to be away from him anymore. My heart is beating fast and loud, leading a drumline inside my body, where everything’s shaking in anticipation and looking forward to the pleasure of being in his arms again.

“Ciara… Thank you, baby I love you so much.” He leans his forehead against mine then both hands take a gentle hold to my face as his lips hover over mine. He kisses me softly on each side of my mouth at first, and then his probing tongue captures the seam of my lips. Feeling greedy, I raise my hands to reach behind his neck. I pull him into me and kiss him with urgency and want. I don’t want to waste another second, life’s too short. I want him now and always, and I want our always to start right now.

Trying not to keep up with him, my tongue enters his warm mouth, and I taste grape and seduction mixed with love and need. His lips are full and gentle, leaving me to be the demanding one. I’ve got this.

“Traxx, this is
Step 4 – Let others love you, you are worth it.
”

I grab a hold of his bottom lip and bite gently, pulling it between my lips and sucking on them a little bit.

“Fuck!” He responds with a deep kiss that breathes a new life into me, where our tongues start dancing and appreciating the many things they can accomplish with each other. His mouth moves to my cheek, under my ear, seeking, searching the special spot that makes me cry out without shame and makes me ready with want. He bites my neck and I realize that I not only like it but I’d missed it more than I wanted to admit it to myself.

He’s gets up and carries me from the chair to the couch, where he takes off my shirt before he lays me down and admires me for a few seconds.

“You are so beautiful.”

I smile and ask, “Still breathtaking?”

He smiles, never taking his eyes off me. “Hell yeah, and totally mine.” He lays down covering me with his body, kissing me senseless, until our chests are heaving hard, our skin is burning with the seduction trails made by our mouths and our minds are drunk with wanton thoughts of all the things we need to do to each other.

His untiring mouth moves to my breasts. After his hands remove the front clasp of my bra, he cuddles each one, pushing them against each other, allowing him to play with both pebbled nipples at the same time. I grab a hold of his hair and pull each time his tongue makes my nipples tingle, emitting a pulsating shock to the area between my legs. I am so ready for him.

When Traxx lifts his body off of mine so he can work my belt buckle and the zipper of my pants, I feel cold and lost because I’m already so used to him being near me. He immediately rips the bottom string of my thong and I look at him puzzled.

“I have plans for this string later, and yes, we will go shopping for more of these babies soon.” He winks at me and moves his hand between my legs. I’m so primed that I know it won’t take long for me to reach my peak.

His thumb rubs the small bundle of my body that holds thousands of nerve endings, putting gentle pressure at first and after one good lick, he’s able to move his thumb around. It feels so good. I hum in pleasure. He inserts one finger inside of me and then another, causing me to cry out at first because it’s tight, but after he starts to move them in and out, I adjust. He’s working my ‘G’ spot that promises to give me trembling fireworks and I’m ready to welcome them all.

His big, strong body is trying to find a less awkward position. He gets off the couch and puts a cushion under my hips, pulling my legs over the couch’s arm. On his knees, his mouth is perfectly aligned to where I want it the most. He spreads my legs wide and then invades me with everything he’s got. I respond by moving rhythmically, but then I want more, so my hands reach out and pull his hair and as a result, he increases the pressure of his tongue and the speed of his fingers. I can feel my insides constricting, and I believe he does too, because with his other hand, he slaps me between my legs, right on my clit with just enough pressure to finish the job. I tense up as I shake the buildup and then crumble as I come down from the high.

“That was beautiful, baby. You are so fucking perfect.” He leans over me and kisses me on my mouth, so I can taste myself and it’s exciting. He moves away and licks his fingers, then wipes them on his jeans. Wait, why is he still in his jeans? I reach to undo his button and zipper, rubbing the length of his thick, long cock over the jeans. I stand up to have a better angle, and my hand pumps the soft skin. A drop of semen makes an appearance on the tip, and before he can say ‘not now’, I move my head down and swipe it with my mouth. I want to experience everything about him.

“Fuck!” His grunt tells me he liked it, so I get on my knees and start to play with him. I lick and put as much of him in my mouth as I can fit without choking. Then I nibble, suck and lick on the underside of his cock, while my hand plays with his balls, which earns me another grunt and a hiss.

“Shit! I’m not going to last. Com’ere and ride me.” He grabs a condom from his wallet before sitting on the couch. I’m standing in front of him, so I take the condom foil from him and I rip it with my teeth, hand it back to him and he guides my hand while rolling it in place. “So hot!” Grabbing my hand, he pulls me toward him, kisses me deeply and positions me so that his cock’s head is right at my entrance.

“Go for it, sexy. I’m yours. Ride me, possess me. Make me feel what I already know, that the best life I can have is the one I can share with you.”

His lips crash on mine at the same time I push down with everything I have. He grabs my ass and is helping me move up and down. Our sweaty chests are rubbing together creating friction and heat. It’s so fucking good!

Traxx moves one of his hands to my nipple, pinching it and torturing me very thoroughly. I have my hands on the back of the couch, holding myself in place. I lean back and move my hands behind my back, leaning them on his knees and I continue to ride him like this. The angle helps his dick rub inside of me, right on my ‘G’ spot again. One of his hands moves to play with my clit and the buildup is so high, I’m flying once more in mere seconds.

“Damn, baby. You’re so tight!” He holds me in place for a minute until I come down from the high. Traxx kisses my face, eyelids, nose and ears. When my eyes finally flutter open, we shift positions so that my stomach is on the arm of the couch, my face down on the seat, my ass is up in the air and my feet on the floor.

“Baby, do you trust me?”

I nod.
Yes.

“Okay, I’m going to secure your hands behind your back with the remaining elastic from your thong, okay? Then I’m going to hold on to your hands because this is going to be hard and fast. Ready?

Excitement courses through my body and I tremble in anticipation. I nod again. He secures my hands and pulls on my hip in order to line his cock against my pussy. Then in one swift motion he’s all in.

“Fuck! You feel so good, baby…” As he promised, one hand is holding my hands behind my back and the other has gotten a hold of my long hair, which he’s pulling on to keep himself steady.

“Harder, Traxx! Fuck me harder!” His speed increases and his moans and grunting sounds are doing something to me, it all feels so primal and raw, I’m surprised to find out how turned on I really am.

“You are so wet and tight, shit!” I’m all into this moment, so when he leans over my body, and starts to kiss me on my exposed neck, I whimper in pure pleasure and bliss. He bites my neck, right below my ear and I know he’s close. His speed increases. The sound of skin against skin and the feeling of his balls hitting my pussy finally carry us through the pleasure threshold into pure, raw satisfaction.

They have been observing the blond girl’s apartment since they spotted Traxx looking out the window hours ago.

“Make the call.”

While one is on the phone finalizing their plans, the other goes to the back to make sure they have everything they need at hand.

After re-entering the vehicle, the one who was making a call speaks to the other. “It’s time.”

A nod passes from one to the other as they finish getting everything in place.

I was tempted to call in sick today and stay in bed with Ciara all day, but I have an important meeting this morning, and she has to be at work today as well, so we make plans to spend the weekend together. I will make reservations at a nice hotel and we’ll spend a couple of days enjoying each other.

I get up and kiss her good morning, promising to stop again on my way down. She gets up and gets going while I go to my apartment to get ready.

Thirty minutes later, I’m heading back out and have a plan to shuffle some afternoon appointments around so that I can get off early and surprise Ciara with a home cooked meal. I plan to cook it at her place, because Wyatt will pay me back big time for ruining his meal the other day.

I step out of the apartment and as promised I knock on Ciara’s door on my way down. When she opens it, her beauty and radiance has me staring at her and making an adjustment to my crotch.

“Hi Nibblet.” I wrap her in a hug and kiss her deeply.

“Hi baby.” She says sweetly.

“Walk down with me?”

“I wish I could, but I have to finish making my lunch. Somebody kept me up all night and I was pretty sluggish this morning.”

“Okay. I wish I could wait, but I need to be on time today for the appointment I was telling you about.”

“No worries. Talk later?”

“Sounds good.” Giving her one last peck on her lips, I leave. As soon as I step off the building, I notice this morning’s weather is chillier than normal. Very odd. I reach my truck and start it turning on the heat immediately.

After a few minutes, the truck is ready. I buckle my seatbelt and pull out of the parking lot, hoping the day goes by quickly because I’m ready to see my Nibblet again.

Fuck. I’m so whipped.

I chuckled to myself and turn on the radio.

He comes out of the apartment building and looks happy. It won’t last. That’s what we are here for. We’re going to make sure he is never happy again.

It’s early in the morning so there’s not a lot of traffic on the street. Perfect.

We open the walkie talkie signal, and advise our partner that he’s almost there. There will be a spike strip on the road in order to disable his truck.

Three, two, one… The truck veers to the left and then to the right. He’s able to control the vehicle – barely – and the truck ends halfway on the emergency lane and the other half is going down in the ditch.

We got him.

We pull up next to him and move quickly out of the van.

The other one of us picks up the spike strip and takes off.

Traxx cracks the door open and we take advantage of his vulnerability. When he looks at me, seems like he recognizes who I am, but before he can say anything, I spray him with pepper spray and my partner injects him with the tranquilizer. The guy falls down on the grass two seconds later. We grab him by the arms and drag him to the van.

He’s a big guy and we have a little trouble getting him inside. We hear a vehicle approaching, so we hurry. We lock the door and run to the front seats. The van is still running, so we are able to pull out and take off quickly.

It’s done.

The cool air is very welcomed. I breathe it in to clear my lungs. As I walk into the parking lot, I see Traxx’s truck pulling out, but he doesn’t see me. I’m absolutely crazy about him. Remembering our time together last night, I feel my face blush. It was wonderful.

Walking to my car, I notice a creepy van driving away. Who the hell drives such a thing nowadays? A bad feeling comes over me, but I shake it off. I must be watching too many crime television shows.

I don’t have to wait for my car to warm up, because I like the colder morning air. I use the windshield wipers to remove the built up moisture and take off.

Just a few miles down the road, I notice the creepy van parked to the side, and as I approach, there are two people closing the back doors. I get chill bumps all over me and quickly take a look at the license plate and memorize it. This is a habit I have from my Army days and something I also do for Amber alerts and things like that.

They pull out and as I pass the spot they were, I look to the side and notice a truck going down in the ditch. Oh, fuck no! It’s Traxx’s truck.

I immediately pull over and place my car in reverse. I reach for the glove compartment and take my gun out. One can never be too careful. I tuck the gun in the waist of my skirt and go check things out.

My heart is slamming on my chest, and a feeling of dread is now in the air.
Shit!

I approach the truck and it’s empty. All four tires are flat. I call for Traxx and look around but there is no damage to the truck. The only marks I see on the ground are the ones  from the driver side. I study them and decide they are drag marks, so they must have incapacitated him somehow.

What the fuck is going on?

I run back to my car, and immediately place a call to Blaze. Thank goodness he answers right away.

“Hey, gorgeous! What a nice surprise…”

“Sorry Blaze, I don’t mean to be rude, but this is an emergency.” He must have heard the panic in my voice, because he immediately flips this into business mode.

“What’s going on?”

“I need you to do a trace for Florida license plate CRP-3RS and text me the address it’s registered under and who it belongs to. Traxx has been kidnapped. Please hurry.” I hang up and make my second phone call.

“Brianna, Traxx has been kidnapped.”

“
What
?”

I tell her what I saw.

“Text me the address as soon as you have it. I also need you to follow the proper channels and call 911 to report what you saw, but do not give them the address. This will allow us to get there and do a sweep of the place before the police get there. Motherfuckers, better not hurt him. I’m taking Colton with me. Do not engage alone, wait for us.”

“Sounds good. See you in a few.” I’m freaking out on the inside, but I’m thankful to my military training, my mind is clear and I can mentally prepare myself for this confrontation. They picked the wrong person to fuck with.

While I’m talking using the Bluetooth, my phone pings with the address. I forward it to Brianna and then copy and paste it on my phone’s GPS app. Then I notice the name listed as property owners: Sam and Lilly Smith.
Who are they?
My memory has a flashback of Marcy’s funeral and the cards from the funeral home.
No! Fuck!

I call 911 and make the report as Brianna asked me to. Then I hung up. I don’t have time to wait on the line.

It’s so early, traffic’s still light. I arrive at the property and do a quick drive by. I cannot do a slow one because it may attract people’s attention. I end up parking around the corner, and I text Brianna to let her know where I am.

Brianna and Colton get there a couple of minutes after me. I’m halfway inside the trunk, looking for the weapons I have in there. I feel lucky because I didn’t get to take my stuff back to storage after my last visit to the firing range.

Brianna and Colton are prepared. I take a second gun and stuff my pockets with a couple of loaded magazines. I break the news to them. “Guys, this house is registered to Marcy’s parents.”

Brianna talks first. “Marcy as in the girl from the incident?”

“Yes.”

Colton brushes his hair with his hand and starts pacing. “No, no, no… If they took Traxx, then there is a big chance that they are disturbed like their daughter.”

I nod in agreement

Brianna takes charge. “Let’s do this.”

We move casually and slow so it would seem we are doing a morning stroll. When we get to their driveway, I signal the others to let them know I was going to do a quick recon or walk around the building.

In addition to the front door, there are a side door and a back door. It looks like there may be a basement too. The house is two levels. The windows have blinds and they are all closed. I could not see inside. There is no indication that they have dogs, but we need to be prepared just in case.

I come back to my friends and give them a full report. Brianna nods, and says, “Let’s go get our friend.”

I follow her and Colton is behind me.

We go to the front door and we hear voices but quickly determine that it’s a radio or a television. Colton moves forward and uses his lock picks to unlock the door. They radio is blasting, probably for it to drown any type of human noise. I know Traxx well, and he will not go down without a fight.

Quietly, we move in, clearing every room as we pass. Colton goes down to the basement, but we stay guarding the door, in case he needs help. He emerges from the stairs and makes a ‘negative’ signal with his hand.

As all the rooms downstairs are checked. Is time to move upstairs. I’m grateful that all the floors in here are carpeted, because otherwise, I would have had to take my high-heel shoes off. We are now in the hallway. We move to the left and clear the master bedroom and bath. We move to the opposite side of the hallway, and as soon as we pass by the banister, we hear loud voices coming from one of the rooms. As we go around the corner, one bedroom is dark and has the door open, the other bedroom door is closed, but there is light coming from the bottom.

Brianna takes one side of the door and I take the other. We are listening first, to give us an idea where the people inside are located.

“She was in love with you. She said you guys were going to get married.” A male voice is talking.

“Sir, that’s not true. I barely knew her. We only went out one time. I didn’t know she was this serious about me until she came to my house that night.” That was Traxx.

“Our daughter is gone because of you and you must pay.” A female voice.

“Your daughter was not well. You guys are not well because you cannot just take people against their will. You need to let me go. LET.ME.GO!!!”

“That ain’t gonna happen. We brought you here so you can see everything we found in her apartment that showed us you and her had a relationship.” The man spoke again.

“There was no relationship, all those pictures are photoshopped! She has put her face in all of them. I have the real pictures and I can show you, but you have to let me go. I can prove it to you.”

“Liar!” The woman yells and it sounds like she slapped him. “I’ve been at your apartment many times and there are no pictures there.”

“That’s because they are in storage. Hell, check out my phone. I’m sure there are at least a couple of these pictures in there as well.”

“We don’t need to check anything. You need to shut up and stop tainting our daughter’s memory. Your time here is limited. Lilly, put the gag on him.”

“No! Get away from me! Help! HELP!” After that his voice is muffled.

Brianna and I look at each other, but before we could break the door down, a second, younger guy comes up the stairs and charges at Colton.

Brianna and I get ready, because we know the door is about to be opened by the people inside in order to check out the commotion going on here.

Colton looks like he has the upper hand, and now I remember seeing him at the funeral. Must be Marcy’s brother.

As expected the door swings open, and Brianna attacks the woman. They are fighting on one side of the room. I come in looking for the father. He has an evil smile on his face, and a knife on Traxx’s throat. He’s pressing really hard. A couple of blood drops are dripping under the blade, and he’s using Traxx as a shield.

To my right, I can hear Brianna landing one good punch to the woman, who falls on the bed. Brianna turns her around and cuffs her. The woman is out cold. After Brianna finishes, she talks to the old man.

“Sir, you obviously don’t have any idea of who we are and what we are capable of. I know you’ve got a knife, but this girl right here, will take you out before you can even use it. That’s all the warning I’m going to give you. Good luck.” She steps into the hallway to help Colton with the brother.

I look at Traxx and I’m hoping he understands what I need him to do. He barely nods and I reciprocate.

“Mr. Smith, this is your last chance. Let go of the knife. We can talk out this situation and come to an agreement. I’m sure of it.”

“There is nothing to talk about. My daughter is gone… Gone. She was so young… and she was a good girl. Good grades, too. She had her entire life ahead of her and this piece of shit ruined her!”

As the old man is getting more and more upset, he’s putting more pressure on Traxx’s neck. I can’t continue to let him hurt Traxx. I can’t take a chance. If something happens to him, my heart will stop beating as well. I look at Traxx, he’s been attentive and looking at me, waiting for my sign.

“Well, now you can tell your daughter we say goodbye.”

The comment catches Mr. Smith by surprise and he looks at me in shock. Traxx takes advantage of his distraction, leans forward as much as he can and then slams the back of his head onto the guy’s nose, causing him to lose the grip on the knife. When that happens, Traxx throws himself, chair and all, to the floor and I fire the gun. One round in his forehead is all it takes. He’s dead on impact. I don’t ever miss a shot.

Engaging the gun’s safety, I move as fast as I can towards Traxx. I untie him, take the gag off, and help him up.

I’m taking a look at the cut on his throat, and even though it’s bleeding some, it’s still superficial. I take the rag that was gagging him and place it against the cut.

Brianna comes walking in. “Colton’s okay. The guy hit him on the temple and Colton lost his balance, allowing the guy to land a few punches before I could get to him. We need to get comfortable. This is going to be a long night with a lot of explaining on our part. What are we going to say about how we found the address?”

“I think we need to tell them that I thought I lost the van, but I came up to it down the road and that I followed them here.”

Brianna nods. “I’ll tell Colton.” She looks at Traxx. “You okay?”

He smiles at her. “Yeah, I’m fine now. Thanks for coming to my rescue.”

“Don’t get used to it, asswipe. I still want to kick your ass.” She gives him a huge smile and walks back to the hall. Traxx laughs. It’s a beautiful sound.