Under His Command (For His Pleasure, Book 17) (20 page)

Elijah raised his eyebrows. “That’s quite a story you got there.”

“Yup.” She nodded, pushing a few strands of hair out of her face.

“Why not go to the police?”

She flinched. “I just can’t. His family is wealthy, very connected. I know he mentioned something about relatives who are judges and lawyers. He’s a legacy at Cambridge. I would get torn apart.”

“He can’t just get away with it,” Elijah said. “I won’t let him.”

She turned her head and stared at him, shocked. “You won’t let him? What does that mean?”

He just shrugged. “Don’t worry about what it means.”

“Elijah, you don’t even know the guy.”

“I’m pretty sure I know what I need to know.”

“Please, that’s not going to help anything.”

Elijah got off the bed and started pacing. “What’s his last name?” he said. He turned and faced her.

She laughed. “I’m not telling you.”

“Caelyn, tell me. Seriously.”

“No, Elijah. You’re starting to freak me out.”

His whole body looked puffed up, like he was ready to fight there and then. The energy coming off him was incredible. Of course, in some bizarre way, she had to admit it was sexy, too. But she didn’t want Elijah knowing who Jayson was and trying to defend her honor or whatever he had in mind.

“It’s not fair, what he did to you. The guy is scum, Caelyn.”

“I know that. But I made my decision. I could have gone to the police and I chose not to. I’m not going to try and let you and your friends take matters into your own hands.”

“Who said anything about my friends? I’m perfectly capable of tearing that clown apart with my own two hands.”

She saw in his eyes that he was totally serious. He wasn’t just trying to be a big shot. “Please, you’re not helping me right now. I just told you something that I haven’t told to anyone else on this planet. Can you calm down before I regret saying anything?”

Slowly, slowly, she saw Elijah regain control over his emotions. It took a visible effort. His shoulders dropped a little, and some of the blood left his face. He took a deep breath and released it. “Fine,” he said. “I guess I have to respect your choice.”

“Yeah, you do.”

He sighed. “Well, we’ve got a long day of driving tomorrow and we should get to bed.”

She nodded. Part of her wanted more. She didn’t even know exactly what that meant, but only that she was unsatisfied in some profound way. He went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, reemerging with damp hair, wearing shorts and a white t-shirt that clung to his still wet body.

She had turned off the lights, and now there was just the flickering of the TV.

Caelyn watched as he climbed into the other bed. His muscles flexed and moved as he got under the covers.

Imagining him climbing into bed with her instead, Caelyn felt a rush of adrenaline and realized that she desperately wanted him to be close to her. Maybe it was her instinct, wanting to feel protected. She didn’t know what it was. She just knew that she needed something more from him.

But soon, she drifted to sleep.

Her dreams were something straight from hell. In one nightmare after another, she ran from Jayson, and he was always too fast and too strong and too evil for her. He looked like an alternate version of himself—more demonic than anything. His mouth was always twisted into a grin that was wider than it should have been, and his eyes were maniacal, white and huge, the dark pupils dancing with glee as he chased her down darkened, twisted corridors.

In the final nightmare before she woke up, he had caught her and taken her, hogtied, to some dingy basement littered with empty pizza boxes that were crawling with maggots and roaches. And then he’d taken out a huge knife and begun stabbing her as she screamed and screamed…

“Hey, hey, Caelyn, wake up,” Elijah said, shaking her shoulder softly.

Her eyes snapped open and she gave a whimper, hands flying to her face. “Oh, God. Oh, God,” she said. She felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“It’s just a nightmare. You’re fine. You’re safe.”

The room was dark and for a moment, the shadows in the corner had almost seemed to resemble a person.

Caelyn’s heart hammered against her chest. “I think…I think I’m having a panic attack.”

“Slide over,” he told her.

She slid over and he sat on the bed again. “Look at me,” he said.

She looked at him, her eyes wide, breathing still labored. She felt like she was underwater, choking.

“Slow down,” he said, his voice calm. “Breathe with me, Caelyn.” He made an exaggerated breath, lifting his chest and then slowly exhaling. “Come on, do it with me.”

“I can’t. I don’t know how.”

“Here, can I take your hand?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

Gently he took her hand and placed it on his chest. She could feel that he was even more muscular than she’d realized. His pectorals were dense and chiseled, like stone. “Feel how I breathe,” he said, “and match your breathing to mine. You’re hyperventilating.”

He started to breathe, and she kept her hand on his chest, noting the rise and fall.

It was hard to concentrate, though, when she couldn’t stop thinking about how strong and muscular he was.

Maybe the distraction of being close and touching him was what did the trick. Or maybe it was slowing her breathing to try and match Elijah’s. All she knew was that, within a few minutes, she had regained her equilibrium and no longer felt like she was choking.

“Better?” he asked.

“Better,” she agreed.

“Good.” He touched her hair, then, looking into her eyes, and smiled. “Think you can go back to sleep? We need to get up in a couple of hours.”

“I hope so.” She bit her lower lip. “It might help if you stayed in this bed, though. With me.”

His eyebrows rose again. “Are you sure?”

“Nothing can happen between us, though. I can’t…I’m not ready…”

“I wouldn’t expect anything to happen,” he said. “I’m not Jayson. I would never do that to you.”

She nodded. “I know, I just needed to say it.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I trust you completely.” She didn’t even know why, but it was true.

He got under the covers with her, and they faced one another in the bed, just inches apart from one another. He stroked her hair softly and looked in her eyes. “I’ve never met anyone like you,” he said.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” she replied, softly.

It was dark, and warm, and it seemed like they were the only two people in the world right then. Caelyn felt safe again, really safe, for the first time since what had happened with Jayson. But in a way, she felt safer than she had going back before the assault, going back a long way.

The touch of Elijah’s fingers as he caressed her hair was like magic. His eyes were staring into hers, telling her without words that she didn’t ever have to worry, that he would take care of her.

I think I might be falling for him, she realized, as she fell away into a peaceful, deep, dreamless sleep.

***

When Caelyn awoke, she was lying with her face pressed into Elijah’s chest, and one of his arms was draped over her shoulder. She could hear him breathing deeply, still asleep.

The room was quiet, but the television set was still flickering, as she lifted her head and checked the clock on the nightstand.

Everything was still, peaceful and warm. She was tired, but her adrenaline was flowing from being so close to Elijah.

She looked at his face, the skin smooth and completely unblemished. He looked like someone had painted him.

Suddenly, his eyelids snapped open and his big brown eyes were looking back at her. “Hey,” he said, his voice froggy.

“Oh, hey,” she said, jumping out of bed like she’d been given a high-voltage shock.

“You’re up early,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “We don’t need to leave for like half an hour yet.”

“Well, I’m just awake—ready to hit the road I guess,” she laughed nervously.

Then she went into the bathroom. Her heart was beating rapidly and she felt totally humiliated, having been caught staring at him like that.

He must think I’m a total freak.

Caelyn washed her face, brushed her teeth and then came out of the bathroom.

When she opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of Elijah, stripped to the waist, as he bent over his bag and searched for a new shirt. Finally, he stood up, holding the new t-shirt in his hands. He smiled at her, but all she could see was his incredible body.

He was like a fitness model. He could have been on one of those infomercials, showing how to use some ridiculous machine that would give you ripped abs for five payments of $19.99.

She averted her gaze, pretending to look out the window. “It’s still dark,” she said, by way of conversation.

He was taking an awfully long time to put his shirt back on. “Yeah, I like driving early in the morning like this. You grab a coffee, put on the radio, there’s hardly any traffic and you just go. It’s kind of beautiful in a way.”

She made eye contact with him and they both smiled.

“That’s poetic,” she said.

He shook his head. “I must be tired still, talking that shit.” He pulled his shirt on.

She almost wished he hadn’t.

A few minutes later, they were back in the SUV and on the road again, having gassed up once more and gotten fresh coffee for the drive.

It was much as Elijah had said. There were still very few cars on the highway, and the sky was just starting to turn purple and pink, and lighten a bit above the trees on the horizon.

He turned the radio on low, and there was just the soothing sounds of voices talking about safe subjects, and the taste of coffee and the presence of Elijah beside her, driving, and occasionally looking over and giving her a cute little smile.

They didn’t talk much for the next few hours, it was enough to drive and look forward to Florida—where they would arrive that evening.

The peacefulness wasn’t disturbed again until the text came in.

She looked at her phone, hoping it was anyone but him, anyone at all.

When she looked, though, his name was staring at her in stark black and white.

JAYSON.

And then his texts, one after the other:
Hey, haven’t heard from u lately. U

around tonite? Hit me back.

She turned her phone off and threw it in her purse. She thought briefly of tossing the phone out the window, but ultimately decided not to. He wasn’t going to control her actions from a distance. She wouldn’t destroy something of value just because he was using it to contact her.

Once again, Caelyn could barely breathe. Elijah glanced at her. “Who was that?”

he asked, suspicious.

“No one,” she lied.

“Seemed like someone, based on the way you threw your phone and the look on your face.”

“It’s nothing.” For some reason, she didn’t want to tell him. Part of her was afraid he would try to reply or respond to Jayson in some way.

Another part of her simply didn’t want to deal with it at all, wanted to pretend that everything would be automatically fine once they reached Florida.

But she was starting to suspect that reality was more complicated than that.

Jayson texted her again and again that day.

She knew because she checked her phone once more when she was in the bathroom at a rest stop some time later, when they’d crossed into South Carolina and were bearing down on Georgia.

There were three more texts, sent about an hour apart from each other.

Are u ignoring me?

We should talk.

Call me ASAP. I want to see u again.

Caelyn promptly turned her phone off again. She felt almost faint, her stomach lurching as she went outside and saw Elijah topping off the gas tank at the nearby gas pumps.

He knew something was wrong. She could tell by the way he watched her, as though he was waiting for her to break down and tell him the truth.

And she wanted to tell him. Hell, she was starting to think that maybe having Elijah send a couple of “friends” around to tell Jayson to stop contacting her might not be such a bad thing after all.

But then she brushed it off once more. Jayson would get the hint eventually.

She just needed to keep ignoring him.

***

It all started to feel real sometime outside of Savannah, Georgia.

That was when she first saw the palm trees.

“Oh my God,” she practically yelled.

“What? What is it?” Elijah asked, looking around, as if expecting to see a rattlesnake in the car.

She pointed out the window. “Palm trees. Look!”

He shook his head. “You really are nuts, Caelyn. I thought we were about to be attacked by terrorists or something.”

“I didn’t realize we’d be seeing them so soon,” she marveled. They swayed gently in the breeze as they passed them, and she rolled down her window and sniffed the air. It smelled like summer and freedom. She yelled out the window. “Florida!” she said, laughing. “We’re coming!”

Elijah glanced at her again. “Are you losing it or what?”

“We’ve been in this car for forever. I think I’m allowed to have a moment.”

“Let me know when it’s my turn.”

“Go on, have a moment,” she told him.

“Fine.” He rolled down the window and stuck his head out. “Woo-hoo!

Florida!” The car swerved and he abruptly straightened, blinking as he got control of the wheel. “Oops.”

Caelyn was giggling. And then she started laughing hysterically. Something about the look on his face as he’d lost control of the car for that one instant was just too much to take.

Maybe it was that she’d never seen Elijah look out of control before.

She kind of liked it.

They crossed over into Florida late that afternoon.

When she’d seen the sign that said Welcome To Florida, The Sunshine State, she’d whooped and hollered and exchanged high fives with Elijah.

But the celebrations had been short-lived. Firstly, because they still had hours left to drive. It was a long way from the border of the state down to Sarasota and Siesta Key.