Hewitt: Jagged Edge Series #1 (19 page)

Three hours later, I was on my way back to my condo. Exiting the elevator, I turned the corner heading to my condo when I spotted Cop standing outside the door. His arms were crossed and he had a look of annoyance on his face. As I walked up to my door, getting ready to pull my keys out, he took hold of the doorknob and turned it. Looking down at me, he said, "Good luck," as he pushed the door open.

Peter was sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand, looking like he was about to come unhinged. Placing my things on the breakfast bar, I looked toward him, knowing he was going to lay into me. "You don't have to say anything, Peter."

"Evidently I do, because somehow you just don't get it," he argued, standing while crossing his arms. "Lilly, you can't just take off and not let someone know where you're going, especially when we don’t know what Pierre’s next move is going to be.”

"Peter, nothing happened and you have eyes on Pierre," I said. "Besides, I had something that I needed to take care of.”

"What was so important that you had to go alone, Lilly?" he asked.

"I went to find out about my brother. I know my mom is a lost cause, but maybe it's different for my brother. I need to find him,” I confessed.

"I just don’t want anything to happen to you. Promise me you won’t take off without having someone with you,” Peter demanded. “Were you able to find anything out?"

"Not really. I found the shelter he was taken to after my mom dropped him off. I want to check out the foster home he went to tomorrow. The lady at the shelter said he was sent there when he turned six. For now, I just want to take a long hot bath and go to bed."

Peter was within feet of where I was standing in seconds. Grabbing me around the waist, he pulled my body close to his. It wasn't long before his lips were on mine and his tongue slid between them. I could feel the arousal under his jeans as he bent his legs and lifted me from the floor. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist. With his hands on my ass and mine wrapped tightly around his neck, he walked us to my bedroom, never breaking our kiss. Our bodies were pressed so close to each other, I could feel the beating of his heart sync with the beating of mine. Placing me gently on the bed, he began slowly removing my slacks while keeping his lips on mine. My hands weaved through his thick hair, feeling the need to consume him.

With my slacks off, his hand began working their way up my body. Resting his hand softly on my breast, he began kneading the sensitive skin. I could feel the wetness beginning to pool between my legs. Struggling to get more of him, I lowered my hands between us and unfastened his belt. Freeing him of his jeans, the hardness of his cock pushed against my mound, making my body ignite with fever. Breathlessly, I moaned, “Peter,” Feeling the warmth of his cock enter me, a surge of desire pulsated inside me, making me aware that the first onset of my orgasm was about to unfold. Pulling him closer, I planted my mouth on his and frantically pushed my tongue between his lips.

He broke the kiss and whispered softly, "Do you trust me, Lilly?"

I didn’t know where he was going, but I trusted him completely. "Yes," I moaned, lowering my mouth to his neck.

His body was off of mine, and the feeling of abandonment filled my mind. Pushing up to my elbows, I watch as he pulled a tiny object from his pocket. It looked to be round and riveted with a ring on the end. Whatever he had in his hand, he laid it on the bed and flipped my body over. His fingers were between my folds, lapping up the juices I knew were thick between them. As he circled my tight pucker, I had a pretty good idea what he was about to do.

Looking behind me, I watched as he slowly inserted the device in my butt. I clamped down on the invasion and bit down on my lip. "Relax, baby," he said, taking hold of my hip with one hand as he guided the butt plug inside me with the other.

Relaxing, I could feel the plug ease deeper inside me. The pain subsided, and there was only the feel of pressure taking hold. When it was fully lodged inside me, Peter leaned over me and kissed the small of my back. Releasing his hand from my hip, he trailed it up my body until I could feel the warmth of his fingers on my hard nipple. A slight pull on my nipple caused me to jump, making my muscles clamp down on the plug. My body was on fire. I could feel the tingling from head to toe. I felt the need to be satisfied. Peter must have felt my angst, because his cock filled me. The tightness was more than by body could take. I screamed with uncontrollable pleasure, unable to hold back my release. Thrusting deeper inside me, the pulsating of his cock echoed yet another orgasm as his eruption filled me.

~****~

Lying in Peter's arms, something inside me was changing. I only knew this feeling once. I promised myself that I would never allow a man near my heart, only to have it torn in two. The problem was Peter was like no other man I ever knew. Yes, he had secrets, but he also did things to me that I had never felt before. The things he had done to my body, I thought I would never let happen, or enjoy for that matter. He made me want to give myself over to him and allow him to command my body. He asked me last night if I trusted him. I did, but only with my body. He was the only man who had ever told me that he loved me. I couldn’t let my guard down and believe that those three words could possibly mean something.

Lost in my thoughts, I heard the faint sound of a vibration, which sounded like a cell phone. Pushing up to my feet, I knew it wasn't my phone vibrating, which only meant it had to be Peter's. Sifting through the discarded clothing on the floor, I found his phone beneath his jeans. Turning on his phone, I could see that a password was needed to access the full text. Seeing what I did of the text, I knew something was up. The words,
'It's done’
appeared across the screen. I wished I knew what his password was, so I could read the rest of the text. Hearing him stir behind me, I turned to see his smiling face. "Come back to bed, baby," he ordered, patting the spot next to him.

Turning towards him, I crawled up onto the bed, holding his cell in my hand. "Someone was trying to reach you," I said naïvely, handing his phone to him.

Taking his cell from me, he placed it on the nightstand and proceeded to pull me closer to him. "Aren't you going to see who it was?" I asked.

"It’s the middle of the night, Lilly. Whoever it is can wait till morning."

Maybe he could wait, but I couldn't. "What if it’s important?" I said.

"If it will make you happy," he griped, turning his body to pick up his cell.

I tried seeing the password he entered on his phone, but he was too quick. Nuzzling closer to him, I try to get a better look at his screen to read the complete text. Either he was a speed reader or he knew exactly what the text was about. Shutting down the phone, he placed it back on the nightstand and cuddled in close to me. "It's nothing," he said, kissing the top of my head before he closed his eyes once again.

~****~

The morning came too quickly. The only thing I could think about was the text that came in on Peter's phone. The only way I was going to be able to find out what it was about was to ask him point blank. Rolling over, I began kissing his muscular chest, hoping that I would be able to stir him awake. I could feel the beating of his heart increase and his breathing becoming quicker. Taking his warm taut disc in my mouth, I began caressing it lightly with my tongue. I could hear a soft groan escape his mouth. Gazing up, I was met with his beautiful smile. He pulled me up from under my arms and lifted me so that I was straddling him just below the magnificent '
V
' of his waist.

Placing my hand across his hard chest, I asked innocently, "So what was the text about at three a.m.?"

"Nothing you need to worry about," he said, grazing his hand under my t-shirt.

"This is what I'm talking about, Peter. This is why we can never be together. I'm tired of the secrets," I blurted, pushing off his body.

Before I could get too far, he pulled me back to him. "It was work. My services are requested in Washington. Some international diplomat is flying in, and they need protection for him, so they contacted me."

"Why do they need you? Doesn't this guy have his own security?" I asked, not buying his story.

"Yeah, but they don't trust this guy," he said.

"Sounds kind of like an excuse not to tell me the real story." Pushing off the bed, I looked over my shoulder and said, "Did you want to join me?"

Peter flew so quickly off the bed, I thought he was going to trample me. Slinging me over his shoulder, he swatted my ass playfully. "Hey," I scolded him, slapping him on his tight ass as well. I could already feel the wetness building between my legs. I wanted nothing more than to feel him deep inside me.

Setting me down on the counter, he began searching the drawers. Knowing what he was looking for, I reached in front of him and pulled out the last drawer and gave him an unopened toothbrush. Hopping off the counter, I found my own brush. Placing a dab of toothpaste on it, I began brushing my teeth. Rinsing out my mouth, I pretended like I didn't notice the way he was looking at me. I removed my t-shirt and walked over to the shower. Opening the glass door, I turn the handle to the hottest temperature, then closed the door and watched as the steam began to gather on the glass. Turning around to grab a towel, I caught Peter gawking at me. "What?" I asked cunningly.

"God, you're beautiful," he said softly, sweeping his hand across my lips before he lowered his to mine.

Pulling him closer to me, I tugged him into the shower under the hot spray. His shoulders pressed together as he tried to adjust to the temperature of the water. Soon his body relaxed as it got used to the hot water. Peter reached for my pretty pink loofah and squeezed a healthy amount of my favorite body wash in the center. Working the soap into lather, he began sliding the sponge down my body, taking extra special care around my breast area. With the sponge on one side and his hand on the other, I could feel my nipples beginning to harden from his touch.

He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He placed the loofah under the hot water, soaking up more, only to end up squeezing the excess water so that it trailed down my body. The heat of the water had my body on fire. I spread my legs wider as Peter began trailing his hand down my stomach, down the apex of my mound until the rough texture of the sponge rubbed against my hard nub. The sensation was unlike anything I had felt before. Spinning me around, Peter shifted the sponge to the other hand and begins using his free hand to separate the skin of my slick folds.

The sponge dropped to the shower floor, allowing Peter to begin tweaking the taut peaks of my nipple. My head fell back against his shoulder as my body absorbed everything he was giving. As he slipped not one, but two fingers inside me, I felt the friction begin to consume me, causing my body to jolt against his. The more I pushed against him, the more I felt the hardness of his cock on my backside leaving me wanting even more of him.

Peter removed his fingers and placed his hands on my hips. "Place your hands on the wall baby," he ordered, breathlessly.

I did as he asked without hesitation. He lifted me, causing my legs to wrap around his hips. I arched my back and locked them at my ankles. I could feel the pressure of his cock at the ridge of my soaked entrance. What was he waiting for? I needed him inside me, but he was only moving enough to rub his cock between my folds. I could feel the beat of my heart getting faster. All I wanted was the feel of him inside. Then it happened. Euphoria. He slid inside me with such force that I swore my scream of pleasure was going to shatter the shower door.

Peter pulled me even closer to him, causing my hands to leave the tile wall of the shower. Wrapping them around his neck for support, I felt his cock mover deeper inside me. Peter had all the power as he lifted my body over and over again so he could pump further and further inside my channel. When I thought I couldn't take anymore, my body shattered with one orgasm after another.

Peter lowered my body while still holding me close. I wasn't sure if I could stand even if I wanted to. Holding me against him, he placed his lips on mine, kissing me with such passion, I knew I was in trouble. I was beginning to fall for him. There was no denying what my heart was saying. Soon I would be his.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Peter

When Lilly told me that she had been out looking for her brother, I just about lost it. I couldn't let her know what I was really afraid of, losing her. Her explanation of the events made me think about what could have happened if she found out the truth. I needed to get in touch with someone who would be able to keep what really happened at the foster home away from her. If she ever found out the truth, I knew she would never forgive me. I also knew I would lose her forever.