Mistaken Identity (25 page)

The moment my ass hits the bed, I grab his shirt and pull. Buttons fly everywhere, exposing his heaving chest. My shirt and bra take milliseconds to disappear before he crashes into me again, pushing me into the bed. Slowly and tortuously, he glides his tongue down my body, circling around my nipples, sucking on them. The sensation curls my toes, and heat spreads throughout my body. What he can do with his tongue is magic. Kisses rain lower along my stomach, dipping into my navel while he lowers my pants off me. I shouldn’t continue to bother with lacy panties, he always fails to see them, pulling them off with my pants every time. He drags his tongue along the inside of my thighs inching up until he reaches my swollen clit.

“Ahhh,” I cry out.

He smiles against my sensitive nub then gets down to business, flicking and circling it with his tongue. When he starts to suck it, I twitch and squirm. The sensation drives my hips forward into his fingers pressed inside of me. My sex tightens around his soaked fingers, and my climax coils for its release.

“Imma…I’m. Stop. Please.” I beg, wanting to feel him inside me. He groans against my skin, pushing his finger in hard. I let go. My orgasm sends electric pulses shooting through my body and I writhe against him.

Before I’m done jerking around, he pulls my legs into his chest and drives into me. Drive after drive, slam after slam, his breath is fast and heavy, cursing loving words through his gritted teeth. With his grip on my ankles beside his head, my body tenses again, tightening around his dick. He shoves deeper. I arch my back off the bed, gripping the covers below us. He spreads my ankles apart giving him the perfect view of his dick sliding in and out.

“Oh fuck,” he hisses.

Already a master of my body, he gyrates his hips as I take his entirety, hitting every nerve’s end.

Molten sensations rock through me.

“Tanner!”

The world shakes, my body rigid, I explode from the most luxurious orgasm ever experienced.

Thunder roars from him, his drives are deeper, harder. A frenzy of bucks surge into me as he soars over the edge, growling out in delight. He drops down pressing his weight against my chest catching his breath, but I don’t give a damn. I am still floating around somewhere in the clouds.

He pulls my back into his chest. “I don’t want to leave you,” he whispers against my hair misery lacing his tone.

“You won’t be gone long.” I try sounding confident to calm his worries. This will be the longest we’ve been away from each other in months. I’m going to be all but beside myself.

“I’ve gotten used to holding you every night.”

“What will you do when I move back into my apartment?” That hurt like hell to ask. I’ve gotten used to being here wrapped in his arms surrounded by his warmth. Since we’ve never spoken about living together, I can only assume he’s not ready yet. His body stiffens, but he gives no response with his sigh. We lie naked, in the dark, wrapped in a tangle of legs and arms, thoughts clouding our minds. Somehow, we drift off to sleep...together.

Chapter 37

I feel more like a guest in my apartment than a tenant now since I’ve been staying most of the time with Tanner. He left yesterday, and I’ve been enjoying the catch up time with Jess. Weirdly, Marty hasn’t been far behind her. I never thought I’d say it, but I’ve missed his stupidity. I can’t believe how much I’ve missed watching her reality shows, the same ones I despised not so long ago.

Unfortunately tonight, the tension between them is making the room feel like it’s filling up with water. None of this is fun at all and although Jess is acting like her goofy self, Marty is relentless with the snide remarks and the daggers in his eyes. Even the beer and pizza hasn’t brought them out of their funk. Jess said something about the man on the show begging for the woman’s love. Marty took it the exact opposite of what she really meant and snapped some snippy remark at her that sent her over the edge. They’ve been slamming drinks down, jerking their bodies away from each other and whisper arguing due to my company.

“You’re just being a jealous, pompous asshole.” Jess whisper yells, but she’s never been good at trying to be quiet. It comes out louder than she meant for it to. The air is so tense in here I feel a little claustrophobic, so I retreat to my room.

It’s just the way I left it a little over a month ago. Being here feels awkward, especially since the people who now live here are screaming at each other in the living room. I’ve slipped into feeling like Tanner’s home is my home. I shouldn’t feel that way since I officially haven’t moved in with him and am basically living out of a small part of his dresser, but he does make me feel at home. I couldn’t imagine six months ago that I would be wandering around my room aimlessly missing him when he’s only supposed to be gone for two days. We’ve come a long way, but we’ve done it together.

Jess screams something inaudible to Marty and the front door slams. This can’t be good.

“You okay?” I peek my head out the door to check on her. Her cheeks are flush, and if fire could shoot out of eyes, she would be the perfect candidate to be an evil eye flame thrower.

“He’s such a fucking asshole!” She shakes her head, picking up the empty plates they left behind and heading off to the kitchen. “I kicked him out,” she hands me a beer, taking a long unladylike swig of hers.

“Wanna talk about it?” I’m cautious to the fact that when Jess is mad sometimes she can rip the head off anyone close to her. She becomes a little dangerous.

“No. He just…I don’t know what has gotten into him. He needs to grow the fuck up.”
Well there’s the understatement of the year.
“It’s late. After this I’m going to bed.”

I feel bad for her. She’s known Marty for years, cherished their friendship, and worked hard at the relationship, but they are like water and oil, alcohol and decisions, vinegar and baking soda, they tend to make an unstable concoction.

I really miss the comfort of his pillow top bed with his arms wrapped tightly around me engulfing me with his minty citrus after shower smell. This mattress is good but not as great as his, probably because he’s not in it. I’m a recovering bed hog. I send Tanner a quick text of I love you and good night, and turn in for the night. The soft tick of the clock is all the tranquility I need, and before Tanner can reply, I’m fast asleep.

The sensation I haven’t felt in over a month comes over me, but this time it’s more intense. The hairs on my body are standing on end, my skin feels like it’s crawling. A sense of urgency surges through my veins, and frantically I fumble to the lamp beside my bed, switching it on. My eyes barely have time to adjust to the sudden light when I notice a distinctive dark figure at the end of the bed. I scramble backward toward the headboard pulling my legs into my body. Logan!

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I screech.

His menacing stare is full of dark evil as he smiles at me like the devil would smile as he took your soul.

“Hello, Sam.” His monstrous voice is low.

My eyes go back and forth from the door to him, waiting for Jess to barge in, hopefully with the police right behind her. However, the house is quiet…too quiet.

“She’s kinda tied up at the moment,” he says reading my mind.

Oh no! “What did you do to her?” I squall.

He smirks as he closes the gap between us. My muscles that were frozen in place from fear come back to their senses and I leap off the opposite side placing the bed between us.

“Don’t come any closer.” I throw my hand up at a weak attempt to intimidate him. “What are you doing here, Logan? What do you want?” The intimidation never made it to my voice. I sound like a squeaky scared mouse. Just fucking great.

He takes a step to the side and I back up toward the wall. I’m not sure which way to run, but either way I’ll find my way out of this bedroom. I scan my peripheral keeping my stare on him, trying to find something to my advantage to use against him. Suddenly, he lunges over the mattress toward me. My feet find their place, and I bolt to the door, but the knob doesn’t turn. I fumble with the damn lock, jerking on the door. Finally it slings open, and I make a mad dash to the front door, adrenaline pushing me from behind.

The finish line I was racing toward disappears. I scream as he grabs my hair and slams me down to the floor. My head hits with a grisly thud like it shattered, disorienting me. He reaches down at me, and before he can lay his wicked fingers on me, I haul myself backward kicking my legs at him, squealing, pleading someone hears me. The heel of my foot makes contact with his thigh, digging deep into his bone and in the process pushing me away from him.

“You bitch!” he grumbles grabbing my shirt and yanking me off the ground. I yelp when he slaps me causing an immense sting that brings hot tears to my eyes.

I swing my arms wildly trying to punch him or claw him in his face, but I miss several times. A shooting pain travels across my knuckles into my wrists as my fist finally makes contact with his cheek. Jackpot! He lets go of the grip on my shirt, dropping me to the floor. I don’t think my feet hit the ground before I start to run. He grabs my shoulder with his wicked hand and slings me into the wall further away from my freeing destination. I look like a ping pong ball bouncing and rolling along the sides of the wall ducking from his reach desperate to get away. I get a few steps past him when he grabs my arm twirling me around. I watch in slow horrific terror as his fist comes at me, punching me in the face. I drop like a fly. I howl in agony when a burst of pain explodes around my ribs. My vision is blurred by my tears, clearing mere seconds before witnessing him slam another hard kick into my thigh. He mounts me, pressing his weight down on my core. I thrash under him, bucking hysterically and throwing my hands in his face despite the pain in my midsection.

Once more everything becomes slow motion. There’s determination in his expression as his angry fist above me soars down meeting the destination of my cheek. I scream, out of horror, out of pain. My vision clears just in time to see another swing at me. A burst of white light flashes behind my eyes eliminating the room around me.

The room is silent. My head is livid with raging throbs. That’s what has woken me from the comfort of my dreams. My eyes feel heavy, swollen even. What the hell? Abruptly I remember being in danger, and my eye lids peel open painfully, the pleasure of my bed against my face. Something pulls at the skin on my face. There’s something sticky and stiff holding my wrists behind me. I try to push up on my knees but the same sticky stiff texture is on my ankles. The son of a bitch has me taped.

I feverously search the part of the room that I can see, ignoring the excruciating pain radiating throughout my whole body. I take a deep breath and push with all my might rolling to my side, whimpering as my body hits the bed. Terror takes ahold of my breath, stealing it from my lungs at the sight of Logan. His head is down, dark eyes watching me with a corrupt smirk.

He takes a leisurely step toward me. A muffled cry soars from me for him to stop, but it doesn’t help. He just keeps coming. I cringe at his touch as his fingers graze my arm. I squeeze my eyes tight holding back the fear stricken tears that have already started to flow. He brushes my hair from my face rubbing my sore cheek that he used earlier as a punching bag. His touch is tender and gentle, and if I didn’t know any better it is with love. Pain shoots everywhere again as he rolls me back up to my knees, my face planted back down on the softness of my comforter. His hands move gradually lifting up my shirt causing it to bunch around my shoulders. His fingertips dance, evil burning my skin as they waltz toward the small of my back rounding to my ass. I writhe away from his disgusting touch, but he splays his hand on my back pushing me firmly into the mattress.

“Ah Ah…my Samantha. Sit still.” His words are tender just like his touches. He’s freaking delusional!

His revolting touches continue down toward my ankles, all fingertips leisurely taking their time. He tugs the tape either making sure it’s snug or just as a casual reminder that I can’t freaking move. My blood starts to curdle as he nears my most private areas, his fingers waltzing on the back of my thighs. I squirm, ignoring the pain calling out for me to stop and twisting my hips to try and get away, to detour his disgusting touches. He grips my neck pushing my face further into the mattress, a sinister growl departing from his chest.

He wins. I still, tears flowing over the bridge of my nose. He jerks my pajamas down leaving my panties intact up in the air with the rest of my backside. The fabric catches the skin of his hands while he lightly caresses, circling his hand from side to side. I cry out, jerking from the sting of his hand slapping down on my butt. My body argues with the movement igniting the pain that spreads like a flame chasing gasoline. It steals the air out of me. The small intake of air through my nose isn’t pacifying my lungs. The pressure on my chest doesn’t allow me to take a deep enough breath to fill the lungs that are on fire. Fingers slide under the lace of my panties pulling them down around the crease of my knees. My sex, my ass, everything is up in the air, exposed for his own atrocious eyes to view for his own pleasure. Pleasure he doesn’t deserve. I beg him to stop through the tape on my mouth, the glue pulling at my skin. Desperate for him to stop his profane touches, I kick my legs out ignoring the affliction in my ribs.

“I’ll tape your knees, Samantha. Sit still.” His demonic voice solidifies my body. Like a magical force, I’m unable to move. He jerks my knees back under me without a care of how excruciating it is for me. He exhales in pleasure resuming the squeezing on my ass.