Trust Me (3 page)

    
“True,” Alec acknowledged before lifting
her right leg over his shoulder, spreading those soft, plump folds and diving
in for payback.

    
“Oh, God,” Brooke moaned as his tongue
snaked up inside her only to be joined by two hard fingers. He wasted no time
working her into an orgasmic frenzy as his mouth, tongue and fingers worked her
pussy. His fingers filled her, caressed her intimately inside her vagina as if
he was memorizing every inch of her, while his tongue laved her clit over and
over until she was bucking against his mouth and her hands were clutching his
head, completely forgetting his order about no touching.

   
She whimpered as the pleasure consumed her,
cried out as it exploded and enveloped her and practically wept when he started
all over again. He left no inch of her pussy untouched, inside and out. His
lips kissed and sucked at her flesh, his teeth nibbled her folds, his fingers
plundered her depths and stroked her clenching walls and his tongue delved and
stroked repeatedly until he latched onto her clit and with a strong suction on
that tortured bud that had her screaming in renewed pleasure.

    
Alec brought her down slowly and smiled
against her saturated flesh when she tightened around his fingers, protesting
their departure. He licked her come from her sheath, her folds and her thighs
as he softly caressed her flesh. Kissing her mound, he rose slowly to his feet,
shucked his pants since there was no way to zip them over his raging erection,
and lifted her into his arms. When she laid her head on his shoulder, he said,
“Time for that punishment I’ve been promising you, sugar. I can still feel your
tight grip on my hair after I specifically said no touching.” Not that he
minded those little pinpricks, he thought as she laughed without remorse. In
fact, he couldn’t wait to feel her nails digging into him again as he
contemplated all the ways he intended to make her come.

Chapter Two

    
Will turned all the lights off as he and
Ralph made their way to his suite of rooms off the kitchen. The house was quiet
now, Gabe and Kira off on their honeymoon, their guests escorted back
 
to the resort for the night and, from the
last he had seen of them, Alec and Brooke were happily entertaining each other.
He had watched their song and dance routine with indulgence all evening and a
pang of envy. He would have taken Patty and Doug up on their offer to return to
their bungalow with them and spent the night much like Alec was, but seeing the
happiness glowing on Kira’s sweet face reminded him of another woman, a very
young, very innocent woman whose happiness over gaining her freedom through her
marriage was short lived.
 
A woman whose
death he was responsible for, a woman who, at times when he was feeling
nostalgic, haunted him well into the night and made it difficult for him to
keep up an amicable façade. At times like this, when Anya’s memory refused to
stay in the past, he preferred the company of an anonymous voice from a
faceless person to seduce him into pleasure he didn’t deserve to feel.

    
Ralph jumped on his bed as he stripped off
his tux. “Just don’t get any ideas, mutt,” he said as he propped himself
against the headboard, took a swig of his beer to add to the light buzz he
already had going before reaching for his phone. “This is a one man show and I
don’t need any input from you.” Ralph laid his head on his large, curly paws,
facing him from the foot of the bed, his light brown eyes unwavering as he
watched him. “Shit, boy, I don’t need you watching either.”

    
Used to the dog’s undivided devotion to
everyone he deemed family, Will ignored his unnerving stare and dialed the 800
number he knew by heart. A few years ago he had attended a bachelor’s party for
his soon to be brother-in-law and had accepted a drunken dare to call a sex hot
line number. Later that night, alone in his room with his demons, he had again
called Midnight Fantasies, allowing the anonymous sensuous voice to ease his
lust because his memories had reared their ugly head and kept him from being
suitable company.

    
Despite having grown up with Alec and Gabe
and considering them the brothers he never had and the fact they knew him
better than anyone else, they didn’t know about Anya or how he coped with
getting through those times when the painful circumstances of her death
wouldn’t leave him alone. Eighteen years had passed since he was a twenty three
year old Army Intelligence Specialist with only two months left of his one year
tour of duty in Kosovo. Eighteen years to live with the crushing guilt of her
death and that of their unborn child, to know that he was indirectly
responsible. Military counselors had told him it wasn’t his fault, that it was
a different culture whose laws and attitudes considered women inferior, no
better than cattle, and allowed them to be abused without consequences. He had
found Anya after her father had beaten her for trying to flee instead of
agreeing to marry at the age of eighteen a man in his fifties, a man whose
abuse of his two previous wives led to their deaths.

    
 
Anya
had been beautiful, tall and slender, shy and sweet and he had always been a
sucker for a woman in trouble, probably from having three younger sisters whom
he was always stepping in to rescue from some problem or another. Her only hope
would be to leave the country quickly, so Will did what he thought anyone would
do. They secretly married before she returned to her family to wait until he
could make arrangements for her to travel as his dependent back to the states,
keeping their relationship from everyone except his commander. She had been so
grateful she had insisted on consummating the marriage even though she knew it
was a temporary arrangement. Though Will had been up front with her about that
and had no intentions of being anything more to her than a means to an end as
well as a friend. He was a young man who had been without a woman for almost a
year and when she had shyly stripped in the privacy of his room after their
quick ceremony, he had not been strong enough to resist.

   
With
as much tenderness and skill his youth and time allowed, Will divested her of
her virginity and gave her what turned out to be her one and only taste of
pleasure. Six weeks later, one week shy of them both leaving for the states and
new lives, Anya’s father discovered her duplicity and this time his rage led
him to beat her to death. Will’s grief was fed by guilt that ate at him for
days until, the night before he was due to ship out he snuck off base and
confronted her father. It was while Will was teaching the man what a good
beating felt like that he learned Anya had been pregnant, a fact she had
apparently admitted to in the hopes it would save her life. Not only did it
cost her life, it also ended up costing her father his. Will made sure his body
would never be found but his revenge did little to ease his conscience over the
years.

    
“M...Midnight F...Fantasies. This is A...Angel.”

    
The soft, hesitant voice coming across the
line brought Will back to the present and made him frown. The women he had
visited with over the past few years had all been self-assured, assertive
women, knowledgeable in what to say, and how to say it that drew and kept a
man’s attention. Angel’s voice alone snagged his attention and went straight to
his cock despite the silence after her greeting which told him she was not only
new to this line of work, but also untutored.

    
“Hello, Angel. Is that all you have to say
to me?” he teased lightly in an attempt to set her at ease. Her panicked
response in that soft, sexy voice let him know he failed.

    
“No! I m…mean, please don’t hang up. W...what
do you like?”

    
What was it about her voice that had him
wrapping his hand around his hard cock and his senses fired up? “Relax,
sweetie, I’m not going to hang up. I like your voice. It’s soft, and sexy.”
Will knew they made more money the longer they kept people on the line and it
was obvious she was afraid of losing him as a customer.

    
“You do?”

    
Surprised pleasure colored her tone and
hardened him further. He always had been a sucker for the shy type. Smiling, he
assured her, “I do. Are you new at this?”

    
“Yes, I…I’m sorry. You’re only m...my
second caller. The other one hung up on me.” She paused before adding
hesitantly, “If you’d rather h...have someone else, I can transfer you.”

    
“No, Angel, I don’t want anyone else. I want
you.” Will found his overprotective instincts kicking into high gear, maybe
because Anya’s memory was so close to the surface, and the long night ahead of
him suddenly didn’t seem so lonely. “Why don’t I help you through this?”

    
Angie held the phone out, looking at it as
if she could somehow, miraculously see her caller. This guy sounded nice, his
voice low, smooth and kind, unlike her previous caller. He had been crude,
belligerent and made her feel as if she had the sex appeal of gnat. Feeling undesirable
was nothing new, but having a stranger tell her voice was sexy definitely was.

    
“Really? I…I mean, you don’t mind giving
me some pointers?” she asked him hoping he wasn’t playing her.

    
“Trust me, sweetie, I really don’t
mind.
 
Let’s start with you telling me
what you’re wearing then you can ask me what I have on. Sound simple?”

 
Looking down at her Sponge Bob sleep shorts
and bright yellow tee shirt that clashed drastically with her carrot red hair,
she thought it sounded easy but not likely to inspire lust in him. “Uh, I’m
assuming you want me to fabricate something sexy.”

     
Wow, a whole sentence without stuttering.
A small concession, Will thought, but progress none the same. “No, tell me the
truth and we’ll work it into something sexy.” Glancing down at his hand fisted
around his engorged flesh, he knew he could easily get himself off just
listening to her voice, it didn’t matter what he visualized her wearing.

     
“Okay,” she replied, doubt clouding her
voice. “A bright yellow top and a pair of sleep shorts.” She simply couldn’t
bring herself to admit they depicted cartoon characters.

    
“That’s it? No underwear, shoes?” Details
were important when you didn’t have the benefit of seeing first hand.

    
“Um, well, just p...panties.” Angie felt
herself blush and was grateful this job was conducted in the privacy of her
home without an audience.
 
The calls came
through a switchboard at Midnight Fantasies office then sent to an operator who
wasn’t currently engaged. Each operator had an extension they could give to a
customer who requested them again, and Angie found herself grateful this guy
didn’t seem to have a preference before tonight. This job had been the only one
her research had uncovered that met her criteria for flexible, at home hours
and that paid enough to make the extra time worthwhile to put a serious dent in
the debts her late husband left her with. It was for sure that her full time
job as a Kindergarten teacher, a career she loved, wasn’t going to do anything
but pay her monthly bills.

    
Will smiled, loving her naiveté. “Just
panties, huh? So, you’re braless?”

    
“Yes.” Her breath caught as she glanced
down and saw her nipples pucker. How could admitting she was braless to a
nameless, faceless voice on the phone excite her? Baffled by her reaction, she
asked hesitantly, “D…does that excite you?”

    
Will lowered his voice and spoke with
assured authority. “Remove your top and describe your breasts for me. That’ll
excite me.”

    
His deep voice sent a shiver through her
while the command made her pussy dampen. Excited now, she pulled her shirt off,
tossed it on the floor next to her chair where she sat in front of the
computer, switched to her headset then answered, “Okay, I...I’m naked now
except for my shorts.”

    
“And your panties,” he corrected her.
“Now, I want you to be honest, at least with me. What you tell other men after
me is up to you, but I want total honesty between us. Tell me in explicit
detail what you look like. Will you do that for me?”

      
One thing that had appealed to Angie
about this job was the fact that it was anonymous. Her five foot two, round
body wasn’t one she was proud of or showed off with any hope of attracting a
man.
 
During her teen years, the boys saw
only her large, D cup breasts, never her even though she had dressed in large
baggy clothes to not only disguise her breasts, but also the rest of her,
especially since her ass and hips were just as round and abundant as her
breasts. Her husband, Gary, whom she met in college, had been the first man to
actually take an interest in her, his tall, lanky frame in direct contrast to
her short round one. In the five years they were married, he had made her feel
pretty and sexy, but upon his untimely death in a car accident, all the
self-confidence she had gained had died a cruel death with him when she
discovered his betrayal.