Surviving Brooklyn (Brooklyn Series Book 1) (12 page)

“Oh, God,” I screamed in unexpected pleasure. My orgasm was going to kill me. It was just building up higher than ever before.

“Mine,” Mark called out.

“She wants it,” Taylor replied.

Mark began driving into me and holding me in place above him while Taylor moved in sync with his tongue in my backside. I was off floating on cloud nine. Mark kissed me and I devoured his coffee flavor. I had never felt like this before. Mark slowed as I felt something big at my anus. I felt it push into me and gritted my teeth at the burn.

“Breath out and push back into me,” Taylor said. I could feel them both inside me. I was stuffed full. I wanted to scream for him to pull out, but my body wouldn’t let me. The look on Mark’s face was murderous as I leaned down to kiss his neck.

“Sometimes the pain is worth the pleasure,” I whispered in his ear.

I could see the hurt behind the anger in his eyes. I knew he loved me, and maybe this was pushing him too far, but I was enthralled with every moment of it.

It took the guys a few trial and error movements to get into a rhythm that would fit their needs and mine. One moved in as the other moved out. This is what heaven felt like.

My ears roared with the sound of my heart. My brain disappeared behind the fog of euphoria. My body stretched to accompany what was happening with an electricity that reached out to every nerve ending. The pain subsided and was replaced with agonizing pleasure. I clamped down on both of them as I tried to fend off the orgasm. It was too large, it would flatten me.

Mark reached down and lifted me just enough to find my clit. He rubbed that little bundle of nerves until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mark…” I screamed as the orgasm exploded through me.

It was so intense I went out of body and looked down on what was happening. I could see everything so clearly. I could see the love Mark had for me, but I also saw the infatuation Taylor felt for me. I must have been blind to have missed that. I could see the poetry in what the three of us were doing. It was like moving art and it was intimate and beautiful.

When my body crashed back down to earth, my skin was on fire, my body ached with waves of need, my heart fluttered with renewed hope, and everything became overly sensitive. I gasped for the breath that was stolen from me.

When I tried to climb out of the elation in my head, I realized they were both achieving their release and I slumped forward onto Mark’s chest as darkness fell upon me.

Chapter 12

I could see the night sky through the window from my bed. I felt boneless, satiated, and sore. I looked around to discover no one was around, yet I was naked and tucked into bed. I stretched to feel my muscles protest after the workout I had today. I climbed out of bed and went to the shower.

I took my time, making sure every bit of me was clean. What happened earlier was as intoxicating as it was demeaning. After scrubbing everything down twice, I climbed out of the shower and began to get ready for my flight.

I straightened my hair and put on my make-up. I pulled out a blue jean skirt and a white halter top to match my white cowboy boots. I was headed to Kentucky so I thought maybe I should look more southern than northern.

I packed another suitcase that I would use as a carry-on and then exited my bedroom. I saw both Taylor and Mark sitting at the island in the kitchen and my cheeks warmed. I was sure my skin flushed a deep maroon.

I rolled my bags to the door and walked around to talk to them. I noticed the clock on the wall said it was midnight. I still had five hours before my flight, but to keep my clothes on and legs shut, I needed to make this quick and get away from them.

They both stood as I came around the corner. They had been drinking coffee and discussing whatever was in the envelope on the counter-top.

“Don’t go,” Mark pleaded. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him. I let the tears flow as I said goodbye to the best friend I ever had. I turned to Taylor and enveloped him in my arms.

“We could have had so much fun together,” I whispered in his ear and gave him a kiss on the cheek and a wink that told him how full of it I was.

“Ms. Montgomery, I would never steal you away. You belong to another, but let me say that tonight you gave me a lot more than I bargained for when I walked through your door,” Taylor said softly as he kissed my knuckles.

“That is where you are wrong, Taylor. I only belong to myself,” I told him, keeping the cracking in my voice to a minimum.

“I need to go, so will you guys lock up?” I asked as I pulled away from them and wiped the tears from my face.

“Let me drive you,” Mark said.

“Saying goodbye to you twice is pure torture,” I replied.

“Sometimes the pain is worth the pleasure,” Mark responded, using my words.

“I will come, too…if it makes it easier, Brooklyn,” Taylor offered.

I holstered my weapon and placed it on my hip. The good thing about having friends everywhere was that the Air Marshal was going to hold my gun during the flight so I would never be without it on the ground. Since there was an open threat against me from the Cut-Me-Not killer, the marshal agreed to assist me. 

“Come on then, both of you.” I let them grab my bags as we exited my apartment. I locked the door and we all gathered into the elevator. The tension was thick in the small confined space.

“You both smell like pussy,” I spoke loudly, with a giggle, and the tension seemed to lighten up.

Taylor stuck a finger in his mouth and made a fake groan.

“I taste like one, too. Yum.”

Now we were all laughing about it. The awkwardness was gone and the tension dissolved by laughter.

I really didn’t think it was all that funny, but whatever made this easier for them was a good thing. They still had to work together after I left.

We piled into the Escalade. I had refused the police escort to the airport. Mark’s actions spoke to how uneasy he was about my choice.

He kept looking everywhere and even buckled me into place. He and Taylor climbed into the SUV and we headed toward the airport. Mark was overly cautious and observant as he drove down the interstate.

Everyone and everything around him was suspect. Paranoia clung to him like smoke to a fire. Every second moved slowly, as if we were walking instead of going eighty miles per hour.

I could time his actions. Every three seconds he would check his side mirrors. Every five seconds he would check the rear-view. Every ten seconds he would glance over his shoulder, seeking out that blind spot most vehicles have. Finally, every thirty seconds, he would glance over at me, all the while watching the road in front of him.

I hated that he felt like he had to be on guard with me like this, but the press release had come with several threats from those who claimed to be the killer. There were a few attention seeking people who had written threats that had nothing to do with me or the case, but Mark took each one of them seriously.

“You know I have a gun,” I said with a smile that reached my eyes.

“I know you have a gun. I have one, too.” Mark never took his eyes off his rotation.

“I bet mine is prettier than yours,” I said with a giggle.

“Maybe, but mine is bigger than yours,” Mark replied, and shot me a crooked smile.

“Mine tastes better,” I retorted.

“Are we still talking about your gun?” Mark asked, and Taylor joined in the laughter.

“Taylor, I am going to miss your stubborn ass,” I said with a smile.

“Brooklyn, I will merely miss your ass.” We all chuckled about the implied meaning behind the sentence.

“Mark, I am going to miss giving you blue balls,” I stated, with a wink in his direction.

“When did you give me blue balls?” Mark asked with genuine curiosity.

“I think it started in 1995 and lasted up until a few weeks ago,” I stated. Mark and Taylor laughed, and soon Mark’s paranoid techniques were behind us.

It was a smooth, carefree ride from there. I saw where they were doing construction on the interstate and we were having to detour through Brooklyn.

“Can we stop at the bridge for just a few minutes?” I asked, and Mark nodded his head.

“What is the story with you and the bridge?” Taylor asked.

“When I was little I remember my dad telling my mom that her smile was brighter than the sun setting on Brooklyn. I didn’t even remember it until my dad brought it up. Then I remembered right before my dad went to prison he brought me out to the bridge and told me that the bridge was one of the Seven Wonders of the World. As I aged, I realized he was lying. I confronted him about it one Saturday during visitor’s hours. He said the bridge was, in fact, one of the seven wonders of the industrial world. He said he named me after the bridge for all the beauty she maintained, as well as her strength. She killed many people on her way to perfection and he said that symbolized me. How I never let anyone stand in my way. As a tradition, every time I have left the city, I have gone out and made a wish on the water for safe travels.”

Mark took my hand in his. We rolled out toward the bridge and parked about a block away. Mark pulled an extra gun out of his glove box, and Taylor put it in his jeans and covered it with his shirt.

I took both of them by the hand and led them to the bridge. She was a glorious sight at night. Her lights showed her height and beauty. There was another storm off in the distance and the lightning dancing across the sky made her nearly picture perfect. I let them both go and walked to the middle of the bridge. I stood near the rail and inhaled the moist air.

I was going to miss home, but it was better for everyone if I left. I hadn’t told anyone exactly where I was going so no one could be put in harm’s way. I didn’t plan to stay in Kentucky long, anyway. I was going to make sure I made a trip out to California to see Mark’s father and step-mom. I would never go back for holidays, but I could make impromptu visits to see how they were.

Mark was on his cell phone and his face had fallen. My guess was there had been another victim. I closed my eyes and breathed in the air. The wind lifted my hair and I felt a hand on the small of my back.

“Brooklyn, you look so beautiful and carefree here and now,” Taylor said, and I smiled. “Can I kiss you?” he asked sweetly.

“You know my heart belongs to Mark,” I whispered as he grew closer.

“I wasn’t asking for your heart,” Taylor replied.

I looked over at Mark, who was oblivious to anything happening around him. I felt like this kiss would be betraying him, yet he openly told me he couldn’t be with me.

Taylor leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. He pulled my body to him, his hands cupping my face. He tasted of caramel, but I had a sudden urge for coffee and whipped cream. I pulled away and looked into his green eyes.

“Are you really going to run out on him?” Taylor asked, holding my hips in his hands.

“What’s done is done. He can’t change the past and I refuse to give up my future for a few hours of his cock per week. I deserve more than that.”

I pulled away and leaned back against the rail. The winds blew my hair in scattered directions, and I could hear the horn of a tugboat nearing.

“What if I gave him immunity?” Taylor whispered.

“What?” I turned back to hear him out.

“I know, Brooklyn. He is one of the best we have on the force. Someone like him gets looked into from time to time. I know what happened.” Taylor spoke quietly, and chills flew down my spine. “I know he was seven when he found out who killed his mom. I know it was Mark who tortured the man to death. I know your dad didn’t do it but stepped up so a seventeen-year-old wouldn’t have to go to prison over a passionate crime.”

I looked over at Mark, who was on the phone shouting orders to the men he commanded. I could hear it in his voice that there was another victim. I hadn’t listened when Mark had said he was the one who killed him. I merely wanted to keep blaming my dad and hold onto that anger. Standing here and staring at Mark, I could see it in him. I could see him killing for someone he loved.

“Would you stay if I granted him immunity?” Taylor asked again.

“Why would you do that?” Nothing is just a random act of kindness anymore.

“I have a few things I want from you. After today, there are a few more things we can add to the list, but the question is…how much do you love him?”

I wondered if I loved Mark enough to sell my body in exchange for his freedom. I loved him more than anything else, but giving up my body to Taylor would break him and he didn’t deserve that.

“Tell me your price,” I whispered, just so I had something to think about.

“First, you would stay here in New York. You would work alongside me in the District Attorney’s office. You are a good lawyer, so never let it be said you didn’t earn your position. Second, I want you to allow the FBI to use you as bait for the Cut-Me-Not killer. This is a high profile case, and we need to show the city of New York that we can handle this internally. I will even let you put the needle in the bastard’s arm if you want.”

So far, none of this sounded bad except for the bait part. Usually, the bait gets eaten before it can lure anything out of hiding. I saw the look on his face that I had seen on many men before. He was about to throw in the parts I didn’t think I could survive.

“I will clear your dad’s record and give immunity to Mark. I can even talk to the commissioner about a promotion because Mark is one of the best we have. If you agree to those two things, and a few others things, I can make this happen.”

I swallowed and looked at Mark. He had his hand on his hip and was watching me intently. Did he know what we were talking about, or was his phone call that bad? I had to make a decision. My dad couldn’t hold him to whatever deal they made if Taylor got them both cleared of any wrongdoing.

“What else would I have to do?” I asked, dreading the answer. It's one thing when I give my body up willingly; it’s another matter when it is used as a negotiation piece. The lawyer in me knew what he was doing was immoral and wrong, but he had powers I didn’t have.

“You make yourself available to me in any way at any time I deem necessary. I will own you. I may never call on you for anything, or I may call you every Wednesday to plant yourself under my desk. You have a decision to make, and you have about an hour before he drops you at the airport and leaves to go see the new victim.”

Taylor walked away from me and my lungs began to burn. I hadn’t realized I had been holding my breath until that moment. I gasped in the humid air and stared out at the water. I didn’t know what to do.

I could give Mark his freedom by surrendering mine. I could give my dad back his life by giving myself to Taylor. I had been hard on my dad, too. For years, I thought he had killed someone for no reason only to find out he was merely saving Mark from a life of torment inside prison.

I wanted to call my dad at that moment and tell him I was sorry and beg his forgiveness. I wanted to tell him I loved him before it was too late. But I had turned in my phone so I couldn’t be traced.

I grabbed the railing and held on tight as I climbed up and sat on the fence. I stared up at the sky and saw the flicker of one little star. It was sending Morse code down from Heaven, only I didn’t understand it, so I was at a complete loss. All I knew was that my mom was with me at that moment.

“Brook.” Mark called my name from behind me. “You’re not going to jump, are you?” I could tell he was shaken from his phone call.

“And ruin my boots? No way.” I smiled at him. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms behind me to lay against his neck, and turned my head to kiss him. His coffee and whipped cream flavor flooded me, and I knew what I had to do.