Sweet Heat Rising (Thoroughbred Men Series) (17 page)

She prepared a simple meal for them and mentioned that she would need to go to the grocery, asking if he wanted to go with her. They spent the evening making a list together of things they needed at his place for her, and items he would need at her place.

Matt considered asking her to move in with him, but hesitated. She seemed so relieved to be able to return home, and this was her home. His was an apartment, but this was her home she had purchased. He was not about to invite himself and took the key she had given him as invitation enough at this time.

Matt planned on returning to work as soon as possible since she seemed to be ready to settle back into her life and her job. He was out of vacation time now and needed to return soon. Matt had called his boss, informed him of the details of what had happened, and asked to be put back on the schedule earlier in the day.

Sarah began to clear the table where they had sat, talked and enjoyed dinner together. Matt stood to help carry the plates over and wash them off, as he walked into the kitchen, Sarah took them from him with a smile. She set them on the counter and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. Matt eagerly followed her.

Sarah began to undress him, “I want to love you tonight,” she said. She saw him relax and he let her do what she wanted. Sarah removed his clothing slowly, pressing light kisses to his chest and neck. She saw him reach down and start to remove his shorts and she stopped him. “Nope, I have this,” she said coyly.

She slid his athletic shorts off and let them drop to his feet. She leaned forward and placed a hot kiss on his hip and heard him catch his breath. Sarah stood up and slowly unbuttoned her shirt and stepped out of her pants, she left only her bra and panties on.

Matt groaned as he saw the bow tie on either side of her panties, those ribbons beckoned to him. He wanted to untie them and see them fall, revealing her body to him. He loved that she wore delicate things under her clothes, it was like opening a perfect package for him every night he was with her.

Sarah glided close to him, trailing a finger down his chest and as he started to reach for her, she stopped him. “No, sir...” she said toying with him. “You have to keep still until I tell you to move.” She circled around him, touching him lightly along his hips, his thighs, his buttocks and then back to his chest. She gave him a little shove to move him into the bed. She had him sit back on the edge of the bed that was behind him. Sarah dropped to her knees and ran her hands up his inner thighs, and lightly drew her nails on his skin, just enough to tickle him. Sarah leaned forward and took him into her mouth, slowly and leisurely.

Matt watched her every move. He groaned with pleasure at the sensation of the heat and wetness her mouth was creating in his body. He watched as she tasted him, stroked him and licked him for quite some time, until he was jumping with each stroke of her mouth.

“Baby, you gotta stop or I am gonna come,” he said harshly, still trying not to move, when he wanted to grab her and plunge himself into her. Her mouth was driving him wild. Matt looked at her through half lids and watched her carefully. She stood in front of him and raised one leg, propping it beside him. All that was between them was a small scrap of satin. Matt reached up to touch that satin to see if it was as wet as he hoped it was. She was a goddess as she stood there, watching him and teasing him with a view of herself.

Sarah stopped him. “Not yet,” she whispered against his lips and gave them a lick. She was in control and wanted to savor this. Sarah reached her hands up behind her shoulders and slowly removed her bra, tossing it to the side as he watched. She cupped her breasts and arched her back, silently inviting him to taste her.

Matt feasted on her nipples like a starving man. He licked, and drew them into his mouth eliciting a gasp from her and she released her breasts and held his head tightly. Matt could feel his member as it swelled even more and the ache was almost unbearable. He gently bit at her nipples and kissed the soft skin around them. He looked at her and saw Sarah’s head was thrown back. He admired the way her hips were undulating towards him instinctively. “Let me touch you,” he whispered against her breast before tasting it again. Matt’s hands grabbed her derriere roughly, drawing her closer and closer to him. He sunk one hand between her legs and felt the wetness of the material and ripped them away.

Sarah gasped with excitement, she loved it when he took charge and lost control. His mouth felt so hot and he knew just how to touch her. She loved how he touched her and made her feel as she watched through heavy lids.

Matt slipped his fingers into her wetness and pulled them to his mouth, tasting them. “Your juices taste amazing, like honey,” he said before stroking her again. He held her tight against his chest and felt her jump in reaction to the sensations his fingers were creating. Her core was throbbing around his fingers and she was so wet.

Matt would not let her up from her perch over him. He teased her and rubbed her most sensitive spot until he heard her crying out in pleasure. Matt then released her soft nub from his teasing and dragged her hips down to his shaft.

Matt looked at her as he invaded her body slowly. He kept pulling her hips until he was fully seated in her, spreading her wide. “I love you,” he said hotly, capturing her lips and anchoring her leg around his waist, the other leg shaking as she held herself up against him at the edge of the bed. He felt her tremors and picked her up instead, and flipped her over onto the bed on her back. “Lock your legs around me baby,” he begged and began to move inside of her.

Sarah moaned in pleasure at the sensations he was creating in her. She could feel his body trembling. His hot thick shaft filled her welcoming walls and made her feel whole. She admired the way his body moved over hers and thought he looked so very sexy as he watched her during their lovemaking.

Matt was losing control fast, she had the softest velvet folds he had ever felt. He wanted to have her hard and fast but the sweet noises she was making wanted him to slow down and make her moan more. She was breathtaking to watch under him. Matt decided to go slowly for a bit to prolong the sensations and leaned forward to kiss her.

Sarah felt him move, felt his hands on her chest teasing her nipples and arched her back inviting more. She loved him nibbling at her breasts. She felt him draw a nipple into his mouth as he laved the tip. Sarah blindly reached her hands up to his shoulders and pulled him instinctively towards her.

Matt gave in and quickened his pace, feeling her shudder in delight at the increase. He repeatedly thrust into her over and over again.  He kissed her with each motion. He was trembling and felt he was going to lose himself soon, when he felt her start to spasm and heard her scream in ecstasy.

Sarah felt herself shatter around him as he pounded into her. The sensations were incredible and she could feel the stroke of his shaft everywhere. She loved the way he made her feel when he made love to her. Sarah could feel him explode deep inside and felt the hot wetness jet into her womb. Someday, she thought lazily as she recovered from her own orgasm, as she thought of what his essence filling her could mean if she had not been on the pill.

Matt picked up Sarah and scooted her boneless body up higher into the bed, careful not to dislodge himself from her. He wanted to be inside of her as long as possible. He pulled her towards him and they lay as close together as possible.

Sarah closed her eyes in happiness and was content to be in his arms. “I love you, Matt,” she whispered against his neck as he held her. “I love you too, baby,” she heard him reply against her hair as they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

24

They fell into an easy routine. Each day, they awoke together and got ready for work. He would usually drop her off and work and make sure she made it safely inside. Each night, he would pick her up and relax at either his place or hers, spend the evening together. He would occasionally bring her flowers if his route passed the bakery. She would make sure he had treats to take in to his coworkers.

Sarah found herself ordering new tools for the bakery and requesting it be shipped just so she could have an extra excuse to see him earlier in the day. She felt silly doing so but loved the way he looked when he saw her. Matt’s eyes looked at her like the sun rose and set because she asked it to.

The police had confirmed what she suspected that Tyler’s prints had been found at her house. She had been scared the first few days alone at the bakery, but each day it got easier and she relaxed a bit. Tyler had not shown his face in town and she was relieved. She had a nightmare about him the other night, that he was there in her kitchen, hitting her and touching her. She awoke to Matt trying to comfort her and holding her. Matt never said a word. She was afraid and had every right to be.

Sarah was still jumpy, more so when she was alone. She always set the alarm when the shop closed and kept the back door locked on the kitchen, taking no chances. Her small gun was kept under the display case where she could easily access it, if needed.

Late one afternoon, several weeks later, as Sarah was bagging up the goods to put in the markdown basket. She heard the chime go off indicating that the front door had been opened and a customer had entered. “Just a second. I will be right with you,” she announced loudly as she came from the back of the kitchen, she had to get more bags and ties for the display. Sarah expected a response and rushed forward to see what she could do for the customer, and stopped dead in her tracks.

Tyler stood by the door and had flipped off the open sign and threw the deadbolt. “Hey Sarah,” he said softly, “I have missed you.” He slowly walked forward towards her, hands outspread. “I’ve missed you so much and missed this place. I am so sorry I hurt you and lost my temper,” he said calmly... a little too calmly.

Sarah froze in fear. Warning bells were going off in Sarah’s head again from him being there and she started to back away.

Tyler stopped as he saw her step back. “Sarah, I came to apologize. To see what I could do to make it up to you,” he cajoled, edging forward again. She looked just as beautiful as that day he had to leave. He remembered how sweet her body tasted and how much he enjoyed touching her like she wanted to be touched. He liked that his little, meek Sarah wanted it rough from him. What he did not like was the fact that she called the police on him claiming to be assaulted!

Sarah was scared; she was afraid he would rape or kill her this time. Tyler was not mentally stable. There was something seriously wrong with him and it was like he had two different personalities. She did not want to see the monster from the last time.

There was about ten feet between her and Tyler. She stood near the kitchen door and he was at the end of the bakery case. Her small gun was about halfway between them and she was trying not to look at it, giving away the position. “What are you doing here, Tyler?” she asked shakily, trying to make small talk and throw him off. She had to get to her gun or the alarm pad, something to alert someone that he was here! “The police are looking for you,” she said trying to warn him in an attempt to get him to leave.

Tyler frowned at her. “That’s because you told them to,” he said harshly. “If you would have kept this to yourself and stayed with me, I would have never have had to hurt you. This is all a big misunderstanding and your fault. You like it rough, so what was the problem?” he said angrily. 

Sarah had to calm him down quickly before she screamed, ran or broke down crying in fear. “Tyler, you really hurt me last time and I never thought you would,” she said in a wobbly voice and felt tears coming. She watched him move closer to her, his hands still outstretched as if to embrace her. Sarah backed away again, moving backwards into the kitchen as he advanced. She jumped as he banged his hand on the counter in frustration.

Tyler watched her carefully and saw her move away from him. “Stop it!” he said. “Why are you backing up? You want more privacy?” he asked surprised. Maybe his little Sarah wanted a repeat in the kitchen. He did not want to be interrupted this time and wanted to taste more of her.

Sarah glanced at the gun, which was now closer to him than her. Her only saving grace would be the keypad at the back of the kitchen.

Tyler looked down and grinned evilly. “Well, well, well... just look what you got for yourself,” he said picking up the gun. “You did not plan on using this on me, did you?” he said mockingly, waving it around in the air like it was a toy.

Sarah did not move an inch. She was frozen in fear.

Tyler leaned back against the counter and moved the gun from hand to hand. “We are going to have a bit of fun you and I,” he announced. “… and I am going to make you forget all about that other guy and you will know just how much I care for you,” he said, shifting the gun to his right hand again, his eyes hard. He leveled the gun towards Sarah and held her in the sight.

Sarah could not breathe. She knew she would never make it to the alert button in time and would never be able to get the gun from him.

Tyler saw the acceptance in her face as she realized he was in complete control. “That is right. You are going to do exactly what I say to keep me from having to teach you a lesson again. We are going to have some fun. I can do things to you to make you scream in pleasure or in pain. It’s all your choice,” he said aiming.

Sarah shut her eyes in fear and nodded. She heard a loud pop and screamed. She opened her eyes and stared at Tyler, who looked confused and was holding his chest, his mouth agape. She saw the blood coming through his fingers and ran to the alarm pad, smashing the police button, half expecting Tyler to come around the corner and shoot her.

Sarah opened the back kitchen door, and raced outside heedless of what was going on. She ran down to the bushes and ducked behind the dumpster nearby, her heart pounded. Her eyes were focused on the back door and she tried to stay hidden. She waited and waited for what seemed forever. She heard sirens wailing and mentally begged them to come around the building and save her in case Tyler tried to run out the back door.

She saw a figure framed in the doorway and clamped her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming. She let out a rush of breath, when she saw it was an officer that walked through the back door. Sarah stood up and began yelling out a warning. She couldn't let Tyler hurt him.  She ran from the dumpster to warn him that Tyler had her gun.

The officer yelled at her to freeze. Sarah stopped in her tracks and was sobbing. “He’s in there and has my gun!” she cried out. “Tyler Randall came back, he had my gun and was aiming at me.” She was hysterical and kept looking over the officer’s shoulder warily, afraid Tyler would shoot them both.

An officer waved her over, and put his gun away slowly. “It's okay,” he said as he tried to calm her down. “He is not going to hurt you anymore.” He caught her as she collapsed in the parking lot in relief.

Two more officers came out the back door, one being Jacob who had watched her building for a few days after the assault. “Sarah, it is okay. Come inside and get some water. Do you want to call someone, call Matt, to pick you up?” he said trying to settle her down.

Sarah was trying to get herself under control. “Is he dead?” she asked weakly.  She could not believe the nightmare was over. She had seen him and it froze her in place in fear. She could not believe how she could not move, she had been so terrified at Tyler’s appearance.

Jacob patted her on the back, “C’mon, it is okay” he said and took her arm to guide her back into the building. He would not let her enter the front dining area where Tyler’s body lay. He kept her in the kitchen and stayed with her until Matt arrived.

Matt was terrified when he pulled up and saw the police cars and them wheeling out a gurney with a body bag on it. The alarm company had been directed to call Sarah’s cell phone first and his second if she did not respond. When he got the call, his heart stopped. There would only be one reason to push the emergency buttons and that would be if she was in danger. The
déjà vu
he felt as he drove to the bakery and seeing the police cars again was overwhelmingly sickening.

He tore through the streets in his delivery truck and pulled in front of the hardware store he had visited a few weeks earlier in order to change the locks to keep her safe. Matt raced down to the crime scene before being stopped. “Is Sarah okay?” he demanded, “Can I see her? I am her fiancé,” he announced and the officer let him in. Matt moved slowly in shock, he could see where the front door had been kicked in and the bullet hole in the glass. His eyes searched for Sarah and what caught him first was that he heard her weeping from the kitchen. He expected to see her hurt again and was so relieved to see her untouched.

Sarah flew into Matt’s arms and broke down again. She mumbled erratically what had happened and said, “I am not sure what happened to Tyler. I think he was shot,” she questioned looking around. “When he looked surprised and confused, I ran hitting the alarm pad on my way out of the door.”

Jacob stood slowly and turned to his captain, announcing that he had shot him. “I saw him draw the gun on her and when he cocked it, I fired. I will file my report when I return to the station and await your orders, sir” he said respectfully and saluted him.

Matt outstretched his hand to Jacob and shook his hand “Thank you. You saved her.” He owed the man everything. His precious Sarah was safe because of this man.

Jacob nodded tightly, knowing this could put him on administrative leave or worse depending on how it was explained. To him, it made sense. There was a gun pulled, Tyler was wanted for questioning and Sarah was being protected. He just could not let someone do that again, it was part of the reason he joined the force. He had grown up watching his father hit his mother and he decided he would stop people like that when he was older.

The police began to clear out of her bakery, once again. Matt grabbed a chair from the front dining area, and had Sarah sit down while he cleaned up the mess Tyler’s body had left on the floor. He did not want Sarah to see the blood. Matt grabbed the mop bucket again and began to clean up.