Hijacked (The Night Series) Page 6

  Slowly, he slipped a finger inside, twisting, and she moaned as her back arched. Her palms pressed hard against the mattress.

  “You’re moving again.” He licked her neck, nuzzling just under her ear.

  She groaned with desperation, aching for more of him. His finger continued to massage her walls and he slipped another in. She tightened against them, whimpering, and her body quivered.

  “I can’t be without you…ever.” He claimed her mouth with his, driving his tongue against hers.

  Fuck it! She had to move. She had to touch him.

  Sharon grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer. Moaning in his mouth, she ran her hands down his back. His fingers continued to work her pussy, swirling inside, exploring every inch of her sex. Sheer bliss erupted from her core, making her dizzy with pleasure. Her body convulsed as she cried out with euphoric relief. She shuddered against him, hands shaking as she took each side of his face, bringing his lips tighter against hers.

  “I love it when you come,” he growled, and cupped her heat, teasing at her entrance, barely dipping a finger in and out. “Roll over.”

  As she did, the glorious sound of tearing foil filled her ears. Her opening pulsed with excitement. He would be in her soon. She arched her back, lifting her ass. He kissed the center of her back, and then his lips trailed down her spine, nibbling on each cheek. He gripped her ass, lifting and spreading her open at the same time, and Sharon let out a panting yelp, knotting the sheet in her hands. His tongue. It felt so good. He dragged it from front to back, covering her entire slit.

  “Are you ready yet?” he asked. She could hear the smile in his voice.

  “Been ready,” she managed to breathe out.

  He lapped his tongue against her swollen flesh. “How do you want it?”

  “Hard,” she groaned. Please!

  “How hard?” His hands tugged at her nipples. She was close to coming again.

  “Try to hurt me.” Sharon pushed her ass back and her wet folds bumped against his cock. The sensation made her insides jerk. But she didn’t have to beg. He slammed his cock in, taking her breath. Over and over he filled her, each thrust becoming stronger and more manic.

  She pressed her palms against the headboard for resistance. His low growl behind her reverberated in her ears as she moved her hips in motion with his. The throbbing cock inside her vibrated her walls. The sensation was overwhelming. Her body shook, and a flash of light blinded her sight. She screamed out in pure ecstasy, and they both collapsed.

  “God, you make me crazy,” he whispered. They were laying on their sides, nose to nose, his hand drifting up and down her arm. “I meant what I said.”

  “That I make you crazy?” She grinned and kissed his chin.

  “Well, yes, that. And I can’t be without you. Not ever. Not a day, or a minute, or even a second.”

  Warm flutters filled her chest, and she fought back tears. “I know what you mean.”

  * * * *

  The drive back to Pineville was quiet conversation, no explosive arguments or frantic sex on the side of the freeway. Sharon shivered at how he’d taken her the day before in the truck. Her center twitched and she squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to tame it. She looked down at her white capri pants. He’d run down to the hotel boutique while she was in the shower and bought them for her, along with a powder pink tank top. She protested the gift until he informed her she had no choice, he’d already taken her dress to the truck, and unless she planned on walking out of the hotel naked, she would have to accept.

  Once they left the room, he took her to breakfast at The Blue Ivy. The breakfast crowd was minimal and seemed much more casual than she expected. The spinach omelet she ordered was delicious. She could’ve eaten two.

  After breakfast they went to Marine Plus, a company that sold all types of boats and water toys. He told her about his lake and the plans to build a dock and boathouse as he inspected the personal watercraft. She listened while he ordered two in metallic gray with state-of-the-art waterproof stereo systems and speakers. They would be delivered to his house by the weekend, and she had to admit, she couldn’t wait to try them out.

  Kyle turned the truck onto his drive, and anxiety began to build from deep in her chest—at some point she would have to leave, and just the thought was killing her. She linked her fingers in his and stared ahead, trying not to dwell on it.

  Sharon watched as he took his eyes from the pasture to the right of his house and spotted the silver Land Rover.

  “Expecting someone?” she asked.

  He hammered down on the gas, heading straight toward the foreign vehicle. His face was flush and strained.

  “Kyle! What’s going on?” She braced herself against the seat. He wasn’t slowing down. “Kyle!”

  He slammed on the brakes, and the truck came to a skidding stop mere inches from the luxury vehicle.

  “Stay here.” He wasn’t yelling, but he wasn’t exactly being calm either. He jerked the gear into park and slung the door open.

  “Who’s here?”

  “Just stay here. I’ll be right back.”

  * * * *

  Kyle ran to the house and burst in, scanning the living room as he made his way to the kitchen. Where the hell was she? “Veronica!”

  “In here, darling.” Her voice sent chills up his spine. Ever since he caught her blowing his horse trainer on their couch, he hated anything that spewed from her mouth.

  He stopped at his bedroom door. There she was setting a framed photo on his nightstand. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  “I thought you might want this. It’s from our wedding day.” She cocked her head, giving him a smartass smirk, though knowing her she thought she was being sexy. Nothing about her was appealing. Except for maybe her leaving. “I noticed you’ve redecorated. I like it.”

  “What happened, Veronica? Did you run out of money?”

  “Maybe I just missed you.” He could tell she was trying to sound sincere, but he knew her…at least he’d thought he did.

  “That’s bullshit. You’ve spent it all.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his face heated with anger. “You are the only person I know who can go through two million dollars in three months. I gave you three before that.”

  Her shoulders slumped, and her tone went soft. “Kyle, please. I made some bad investments.”

  “I don’t care, Veronica.”

  “I miss you calling me Roni.” She sat on the edge of his bed, cupping her face with her hands.

  He refused to comment. He’d called her Roni for years, from the first night they met until a little over a year ago when she betrayed him. “I didn’t have to give you that much money. You know that. It was basically a payoff to get you out of my life.”

  “Damn it, Kyle! I should’ve gotten half. I earned it!”

  “The only thing you earned was the right to blow any man you want.”

  “That was an accident.”

  He snorted. “You’re right. I understand.”

  “You do?” Her brows lifted as she spoke as if she actually believed him.

  “Tell me.” Kyle shook his head. “What happened that day? Did you trip and land with your mouth around his dick? Poor Veronica.” He was seconds away from grabbing her up and tossing her out. “Leave my house. Now.”

  “I just need a little more.” She stood from the bed and stepped toward him.

  “Get out, Veronica.”

  “The money we settled on was not enough. I was distraught, out of my mind when I signed those papers.”

  “We settled on two with my lawyer, and I’d already given you three before that.”

  “God damn it, Kyle! Five million could have come out of your pocket.” She glanced past him. “Who the hell is she?”

  What? Panic went through him, and he turned to see Sharon. Her eyes were wide, mouth open.

  “Aw, honey,” Veronica said. “Have you been fucking my husband?”

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  Sharon ran to her car and slammed the door. “Mother fucker!” She hit the steering wheel with her fists. “Married! Fucking married!”

  Kyle was yelling her name as he ran toward her. Turning the ignition, she slammed the gear in reverse and hit the gas. She sped down the driveway without looking back. If she saw him she wasn’t positive she would go through with leaving. And she had to. He was married.

  She pulled up to her house and sat in her car for a few minutes. She could call Kayla and tell her what happened, but saying it out loud made it seem too real. She looked at the clock on her dash. It was nearly five and she was scheduled to work at Night in an hour. So much for vacation-on-the-beach money, she couldn’t work like this. She needed to be drunk herself, not contributing to someone else’s stupor.

  Married. Really? They weren’t meant to be, that much was obvious.

  She grabbed her phone, sent Gannon a text about missing work, and climbed out of her car. When she walked inside her house not having Kyle hit her like a ton of bricks. In one moment he had become her everything, and just as fast, her everything was gone. Tears streamed as she forced her weakened legs to walk to the kitchen. Was he possible to forget?

  Aside from a half-full bottle of Jack, her cabinets were empty of liquor. And that was fine, Jack had never failed her. She grabbed her new best friend and a glass, then eased down on the couch. Hands shaking, she filled the glass and curled against the corner cushion. The bourbon was smooth, warming her chest. She took another sip, held the glass back examining it, then turned it up and drank it dry. Reaching for the bottle, she caught a glimpse of her pants—the capris he’d bought her only hours ago. Standing, a little off balance, noticing the Jack at work, she striped her clothes and tossed them toward the door. “Fuck you!”

  Two glassfuls later, she was drunk, tear-streaked, and stark-ass naked.

  While she stared at the ceiling, making imaginary shapes out of the Santa-Fe finish, someone knocked on her front door. When she didn’t respond, the door opened and in walked Kyle.

  “Get out!” Sharon jumped up and headed for her bedroom. She would definitely lock the door behind her. Heart racing, she turned to close him out, and he stopped it with his foot.

  “I need to talk to you.”

  Arg! Why did she have to love his voice?

  “Leave me alone, Kyle.” Giving up on pushing, she left the door and grabbed a t-shirt from her closet. Slipping it on, she felt his breath on her neck, causing a chill to run down her back. She felt his warmth and turned to face him, hoping to stay strong and not allow their lack of distance to distract her as it had done many times before. She was shocked. His blue eyes were broken, and his hair was all over the place, but damn he looked good. “How did you find my house?”

  “I followed you.”

  “And you’ve been sitting outside my house for the last hour trying to conjure up your next lie? Why are you here?”

  “I told you. I can’t be away from you.”

  “Well, I guess your wife kind of screws that up for you, huh?”

  “She’s not my wife.”

  “Not according to her.”

  “Veronica is my ex-wife. She was there wanting money.”

  “Sounds logical. That’s a good one.”

  “I’ll give her all of it to make her leave us alone.”

  “Don’t be stupid. You wouldn’t do that.”

  He ran his hands through his hair in obvious distress. She brushed by him, chest jerking, skin begging to touch him, and went back to the living room.

  He followed close behind. “Please. God! Please listen to me. I can’t lose you.”

  “You never had me, Kyle,” she lied. He’d had her from the moment she caught him watching her at Night. “Don’t think for one minute you were anything more than a meaningless lay to me.” The words stung at her heart, but she would never let him know the truth—that he was everything to her.

  He flinched as if she’d slapped him. “That’s not true.”

  Shit! Damn tears threatened to pool. She fought them away. “Ask anyone. Ask Vic. He’ll tell you…I like to fuck, Kyle. I do it for fun. There’s no pain with fun.”

  His eyes were stricken. “You’re lying.”

  “Am I?” Crossing her arms, biting the inside of her cheek, she leaned against the back of the couch, not believing what she was about to say. “How long did it take before I let you finger me in the storage room?”

  His face went red and he rushed across the room. Grabbing her arms, he jerked her from the sofa and pulled her to his chest. He gave her a quick shake, holding her eyes with his. “Stop it, Sharon! Just…fucking stop!” He looked at his hands and let go, stepping away with panic seeming to ooze from his pores.

  “Leave. My. House.” Sharon broke, losing the battle with her tears. Her stomach lurched and twisted with nausea. She’d pushed him over the edge, destroyed him.

  Reaching for the doorknob, he paused, and with his back to her he said, “You can’t make me stop loving you.”

  * * * *

  Sharon tossed three empty bottles in the trash and turned to Gannon. “I need a margarita on the rocks and a whiskey sour.”

  “You all right?” He grabbed a bottle of tequila from the shelf behind him.

  “I’m fine. I need the drinks, my only table is waiting.”

  “It’s slow tonight, even for a Wednesday.” He dropped a few cubes of ice in a glass.

  Wednesday. Eight days since she’d run him out of her house. Eight days of misery. Eight days of thinking the next would get better. It didn’t happen.

  “Kayla will be here in a few.”

  Gannon’s voice pulled her out of her trance. “Okay.” She’d managed to avoid Kayla’s questions so far. Kayla knew something was wrong, it was written all over her, and Sharon was afraid she might break if Kayla were to ask.

  “Ah, you haven’t noticed the fridge all week. Ty helped me bring it in.” He handed her the finished drinks. “And it works great. I know you doubted.”

  “That’s good.” Puddles of tears formed in her eyes, she pushed them back and headed to her customers.

  I know you doubted. She should have doubted Kyle, but no, she had to go and believe everything he’d said. Believing though, it somehow justified all of her emotions toward him. If he felt the same, didn’t that make her feelings acceptable? She’d liked a lot of men, but she’d never loved, and she wasn’t positive what it felt like, but she was pretty certain from the way her heart ached knowing she didn’t have him…she loved Kyle.

  Once the two ladies paid for their drinks, she turned to the bar. Kayla was perched on one of the stools, waving. “Hey, girl!”

  “Hi.” Sharon took a seat on the stool beside her.

  “I missed you at lunch today.” Kayla reached for her glass of water, taking a sip.

  “Didn’t want to be in the break room. I went to my car.” Sharon faked a smile, hoping Kayla wouldn’t see straight through it.

  “You have to tell me what’s wrong, Sharon. I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

  “I guess I look pretty bad.”

  Kayla stood and walked behind her, freeing her hair from the half-done messy bun. “You look upset, not bad. You’re always gorgeous.” She combed her fingers through Sharon’s hair, retying it in a ponytail. “Is it a guy?”

  She shook her head in denial, knowing it was a weak attempt.

  “I figured it was.” Kayla sat back on the stool.

  Sharon wasn’t shocked at her assumption. Before Gannon, Kayla had suffered a few break-ups. Sharon pulled a cigarette from her waitress apron and lit it, deciding to tell Kayla. “I was a fool. For the first time in my life, I let someone in. I fell for him hard. I couldn’t stay away. And last week, after accepting that everything between us was actually something worth having, I found out he’s married. And she’s fucking beautiful…tall, thin, auburn hair…I would swear she’s a model.”

  “I’m so sorry. What an asshole. Has he t
ried to call you?”

  “No.” She shook her head and took a drag from the cigarette. “I never gave him my number. But he showed up at my house that night. He told me the woman was his ex-wife. I was drunk. I was an ass.” You can’t make me stop loving you. She tossed his words from her head.

  “Do you believe him?”

  “I don’t know. It doesn’t matter anyway. We’re through.”

  “You never know.”

  “Oh, I know.” Sharon wiped a tear from her cheek and took a deep breath. “I’m not sure I can forgive myself for—” Seeing Kyle walk through the door of the bar, Sharon jumped up from her chair and rushed to the storage room, hating that no matter how hard she tried she was unable to control the tears.

  Kayla followed. “What’s going on?”

  Sharon held her chest. The ache was intolerable, as if the veins to her heart were being plucked and threaded. Leaning over, she propped against the wall, never expecting this type of reaction from seeing him. “I…can’t…breathe. He’s…here.”

  “Ugh! How dare him. What does he look like?”

  “He’s the one—”

  Kayla interrupted. “The same guy from last Saturday?”

  Sharon nodded. He’s the one. The one she craved…needed…loved…the one that would never be hers. The pain of knowing he was as close as the other side of the wall made her dizzy, and her legs buckled beneath her. She slid down the wall and hugged her knees, despising how loving him was killing her. Though she didn’t regret the few days she had him, they were the happiest she’d been in as long as she could remember.

  “Honey, stay here, I’ll take care of this.”

  Five minutes later, Kayla was back. She squeezed Sharon’s arm. “He’s gone. Gannon got rid of him. Told him you were working and he’d appreciate it if he would leave you alone. But you need to go home.”

  “I need to work.”

  “Well, you’re not. You’re going home and taking a hot bath. Have a glass of wine, or a beer, or a shot…something…but do it. We’re slow tonight. I’ve got it covered.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Go. And take this with you. It’s from him.” Kayla held out a sealed envelope. Sharon’s unsteady hand took it.