Promiscuous (Book 2 in the Fixer Series) (5 page)

“What?  Not this crap again.  Tristan, why would someone want to attack me?  I haven’t done anything to anyone.”

“Do you know anyone that has ties to the Italian mob?”

“No.  Why would I?”

“I didn’t think you did but someone in the mob wants you to be scared.”

“Well they’ve succeeded.  I am scared but I refuse to stop living my life just because someone wants to kill me.  Could it be Stefan?  His last name is Arici after all and he knows the only way to hurt me is through my family.”

“Brooke, we don’t think Stefan is involved.”

“You saw him today Tristan.  How can you say that?”  Dylan gave Tristan a serious look and shook his head no.

“
What are you two hiding from me?” I asked.

“Nothing princess.  We just don’t believe Stefan would do anything to jeopardize his
bail bond.  He’s already in a lot of trouble as it is.  Why would he risk it?”

“Well maybe it isn’t him personally.  Have you ever thought about that?  Perhaps he knows someone or has some distant relative that’
s involved.”

“Anything is possible” Tristan said.

We finished eating and dropped Tristan off at the hospital so he could drive my car back to Dylan’s penthouse.  I made him promise not to drive it like he had earlier; fast and reckless.  Judging by the grin on his face, I was pretty sure he didn’t heed my warning.   I was grateful for the time that I would have alone with Dylan.  I had missed him but I had also realized that some things needed to change in our relationship.  I knew he wouldn’t be happy about it but I had to make him understand.  What we really needed was time, time to figure out who we were and what direction we were headed in.  I had doubts about being with him, about who I was becoming when I was alone without him.  I didn’t want to rely on a man for my inner security and that was exactly what I felt was happening. 

CHAPTER 4

I loved Colorado mornings in the spring.  The cool crisp air, birds singing
their love songs, always provided a feeling of renewed hope in me.  Dylan and I had made sweet love the night before, everything seemed perfect.  Until I rolled over facing him in bed and told him that things were moving too fast with us.  He was perfect in every way imaginable, those beautiful blue eyes, that rock hard body and yet the man beneath it all was so loving, caring and intoxicating.  I had hurt him immensely.  I had only seen him cry once, when he told me about his sister Danielle’s suicide, which was another reason why I needed to slow things down between us.  How could I spend my life loving a man when I couldn’t even tell him my darkest secret?  A secret I knew that would destroy us both. 

When I told him that I was moving out and returning t
o work he got angry.  I saw the panic in his eyes that he had been carrying around for the last couple of weeks.  I knew he was concerned about my safety, honestly, I was too.  I knew things were bad but when I saw the fear, and tears that pricked the corner of his eyes; I wondered just how bad things really were.  I knew Dylan wasn’t being straight forward with me about the seriousness of the matter.  He begged me to stay with him, pleading almost, for me not to leave him.  It was a side of Dylan I had never seen before.  Then I had a thought, maybe, just maybe he was just as dependent on me for his security and peace of mind as I was him.  I promised him I would stay and explained that I would be just like any other roommate that he would have living with him.  I knew he didn’t like the idea, I didn’t like it either but it was the only way I could stay living with him.  I would occupy the guest the room that he had originally set up for me during my stay. 

Since I had compromised with our living situation, I informed Dylan that I would be returning to work.  He tried to argue but I wasn’t willing to entertain his objection.  I would be returning as soon as my sister was released from the hospital and able to be cared for at home.  That’s if she was ever to return home
.  I couldn’t put my life on hold any longer, I needed to live.  We held each other tight until we both fell asleep.  I had woken up a few times throughout the night realizing that it was Dylan who kept waking me up.  His sleep was unsettled, his face scrunched as if in pain.  I held him tighter, hoping that he could feel how much I loved him.

I crawled out of bed trying not to disturb Dylan as he slept.  I went to the kitchen and started the coffee maker, knowing that today would be another emotional nightmare that seemed to consume my life lately. 
I was also sure it would be the last time I slept with Dylan in his bed for a while.  That thought made me cringe, since I longed for his touch constantly.  If only we could do the friends with benefits thing, that would be perfect. 
We all know how that worked out before, it didn’t. 
When I re-entered the room Dylan was just waking up.  He was quite a sight.  How someone went to bed looking that gorgeous and woke up the same; just wasn’t fair.  His chocolate brown hair was tousled and the sheets were wrapped around his trim waist covering his most magnificent parts.  I licked my lips remembering how good he made me feel. 

“Come here princess
,” he said patting the spot next to him on the bed.

I did what he asked and crawled in right beside him.  He put his arms around me and pulled me tight.

“Let’s just stay in bed together all day, princess,” he whispered.

“Mmm, I wish we could, but I have to get to the hospital and check on Stephanie.”

“I know baby.  I just need to spend some time inside of you.”

“Dylan, you know we can’t continue like this.”
  He pulled me closer, turning me to face him. 

“You think I don’
t see you Brooke.  You think that whatever it is you’re hiding will make me go away.  I see you princess, every hurt, every deep rooted scar… everything.”

His i
ntense blue eyes stared into my soul.  I melted just a little bit more.

“I love you Brooke
.  I have since the moment I first saw you.  Don’t push me away, I won’t let you.”

“Mmm
,” I moaned as he kissed down my neck and behind my ear.  His hands were moving up and down my body, causing the silk of my lingerie to glide against my breasts.  My nipples were begging to be pinched, pulled and twisted.  My skin was on fire, the heat building between my legs as Dylan continued to rub me, his fingers sliding down my navel and slowly slid his middle finger inside me.  All the while, our tongues were dancing.  I arched my back as his finger explored my special spot, causing my senses to over take me.  I was just on the brink of orgasm when he pulled his finger out and put it on my lips. 

“Open your mouth baby
,” he said.  “See how good you taste?”  I welcomed his finger into my mouth, savoring his sweet scent mixed with my juices.

“Dylan
,” I whispered as my body began to cave to his touch.  He slid his finger under my lingerie and pulled it over my head as he continued to rub his hands up and down my body bringing every nerve to life.  Dylan was pulling my panties down when his phone began ringing.  One ring; then silence.  The damn chirping started again as we continued our loving assault on each other’s bodies.  This time, two rings and the overly eager caller hung up.  Dylan reached over and switched the ringer off tossing the phone to the floor as he slid slowly down my body, giving a slight teasing flick of his tongue to my clit.  “Ah,” I moaned as he looked up at me through his thick, dark lashes and flashed me that panty soaking grin that made me come a little bit more.         

I could feel his hard length resting against my leg as he continued to flick and tease as my core began to heat and tighten ready for release, when our unexpected visitor entered the room. 
It took about a millisecond for my mind to register who was standing in our room watching us make love.  I pushed Dylan off of me and pulled the sheet up covering myself.

There she was, Misty. 
Why couldn’t this bitch just go away?
  She irritated me to no end, I wanted to kick her ass but I’m sure butt ass naked wasn’t the way to do it.  She stood there, mouth wide open, her black, evil eyes boring into me with disgust.  She was pure evil, making my skin crawl and I wanted to know what the hell she was doing in Dylan’s penthouse; what could be so important for her to tell him.  I was tired of her constant calling, lying and trying to get Dylan back in bed.  Whatever the bitch had to say, well…she could say it in front of me.  And now that I had been deprived of an orgasm, I was in no mood for her shit; the bitch needed to be heavily medicated.  She didn’t border on the line of crazy, she
was
bat shit crazy!  I heard a small sweet voice behind Misty, it was Dylan’s housekeeper.

“Mr. Prescott, I’m very sorry.  I tried to stop her but…she just barged her way in through the front door.”

“It’s okay Lucy.  Where’s Tristan?” he asked. 

“I don’t know sir.  He left a few hours ago, said he had some errands to run.
  Shall I call him and let him know that you need his assistance?”

“No, that won’t be necessary.  Thanks Lucy.”

“Very well sir, I’ll be in the kitchen finishing preparing breakfast.”  I snickered at the formality, sir?  Well I sure as hell didn’t want to be called ma’am; that was reserved for women my mother’s age.  Sweet Lucy would have to refer to me by my first name.   

Misty had no intentions of leaving, despite the partial humiliation that was painted across her face.  Dylan was furious and little, miss
, priss came down a notch from the glaring look he gave her.  He stood and walked over to her, his hard chest pushed out, shoulders back; as he leaned close to her face.  A hint of a smile crossed her lips as her cold eyes widened.  Dominant Dylan; there’s another side I haven’t seen, I thought.  Just what the hell were these two into?  Misty’s body softened; submitted.  I had read about this sort of thing but I’d never actually encountered something so deliciously, intriguing.  Dylan clenched his teeth together as he hissed, “Misty, what do you think you’re doing barging in my house without so much as a phone call first?”  She placed her hands on his chest letting them gently glide down his smooth skin, when he grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her away.  The smirk on her face said that she was getting the reaction she was looking for. 

“I tried calling before I came over but you never answered; you never answer my calls anymore Dylan.”

“That’s because I don’t have anything to say to you.  We broke up, remember?”

“No Dylan; you broke up.”

“It doesn’t matter Misty, I’m not playing your games.  I’m with Brooke and we have a life together.  The next time you try and pull some shit like this, I’ll have you arrested for stalking and harassment.”

“Come on Dylan, that homely, piece of trash won’t last in your world.  She can’t handle you or give you what you need.”
  I cleared my throat, feeling my anger rise; I didn’t want to stoop to her level, but the words spewed out of my mouth.

“
Well…bitch!  I may be trash but I’m nothing like you.  For starters, when someone say’s it’s over, it means it’s over.  It doesn’t mean you continue to call them, stop by their house or continue to try and seduce them.  You see Misty, Dylan is a lot nicer than I am, so I’ll put it in a language that you can easily understand.  You’re a whore Misty.  You’ll stick your mouth on any cock that’s put before you, just so you can climb your way to the top of the corporate ladder.  That’s right, I’ve heard all of the office talk about you and seeing how you parade around like a piranha with Dylan, I know it’s true.  Now, get the fuck out of my room so I can finish fucking my fiancé!”  She flung her hair around her shoulders and under her breath said “bitch”. 

“That’s right Misty, I am and you’ll be wise to remember that.  I wish I could say it’s been fun, but it really hasn’t.  Please see to it that you don’t call or come by in the future.  Have a nice day.”
  Dylan turned back and gave me a sly smile as he led Misty to the front door.  Since my sexual appetite had been crushed by the invader, I hopped in the shower and let the warm streams of water wash away my stress.  I quickly dried myself and threw on sweats and pulled my hair into a ponytail, ready to take on the day.  I was feeling pretty ballsy and I had to admit, it felt damn good telling her off. 

***

We arrived at the hospital just after 10 a.m.  Stephanie was awake and the bruising on her face looked worse than it had the previous day.  Dylan and I stopped dead in our tracks at the scene unfolding before us.  Tristan was in the blue recliner chair next to my sister’s bed, holding her hand.  Tristan got up to move and offer me his seat but I told him to stay. 

“Dylan, come get coffee with me?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said looking at me confused.  We walked outside into the cold, stark waiting room and he pulled me to him gently placing a kiss on my forehead as I pulled back, I was staring into his heated blue eyes. 

“What’s going on with Tristan?” I asked. 

“What do you mean?” he smirked cocking his head to the side.

“I mean, what’s going on with him and Stephanie?”

“I don’t know princess; maybe he cares and just wants to be there for support, to be a friend, perhaps?  Does that bother you?”

“No, I guess not.  I was just shocked when we walked in there and he was sitting there holding her hand.  I guess I’m still on edge from earlier with Misty.”