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- Herausgeber: LSODea
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Serie: The Voyeur
- Sprache: Englisch
Patrick can no longer sit by and watch Annie flirt with other guys. If she’s going to misbehave, he’s going to be there to make sure she doesn’t get into trouble. It’ll be fine as long as they don’t have sex. He can give her pleasure, bring her to ecstasy as long as there's no penetration. That’s his plan and he’s going to stick to it. He’s a former marine. How hard can it be?
Annie is thrilled with Patrick agrees to show her the Club scenes, until he tells her his rules – such as no sex. Sure, he’s great with his hands and mouth, but she wants more and she’s determined to get it.
This has explicit sex scenes and is meant for eighteen and up only.
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Seitenzahl: 123
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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Book 3
(A La Petite Mort Club Series)
Ellis O. Day
Copyright © 2017 Ellis O. Day
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ISBN-13: 978-1-942706-23-6
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CHAPTER 1: PATRICK
Patrick waited in the hallway for Annie to come out of the maid’s locker room. He was done with her silent treatment. Actually, her being silent would work perfectly because he needed her to listen, not talk.
She came out smelling fresh and clean after her shower. He clenched his hands to stop from pulling her close to inhale her flowery scent. His eyes wandered down to her chest, wondering if she dabbed a little perfume between her breasts like so many women did. It was one of his favorite spots. The skin was soft and warm, making the perfume, whatever it was, smell better – muskier and earthier.
She smiled and he couldn’t help it, he smiled back. He’d missed this.
“Oh, Patrick.” Her smiled slipped from her face.
It was like a punch in the gut. She’d been looking over his shoulder.
“Sorry, I forgot to text you. I don’t need a ride home anymore.” She looked around him and smiled again.
“He’s not taking you home.” He didn’t need to turn around to know who was behind him. It was the guy she’d been spending all her time with—the guy who impregnated women and left them.
“What?” She frowned as her gaze went back to him.
“You heard me.” He didn’t care how mad she got. She was not dating this creep.
“Hey,” said Jake as he walked over to Annie’s side.
It took everything Patrick had not to beat the guy bloody just for standing near her. “You can leave. I’m taking her home tonight and every night.”
Jake looked at Annie. Patrick prayed the guy would start something so he could kick his ass.
“Don’t listen to him.” She grabbed Jake’s hand. “Come on.”
“Don’t push me on this, Annie.” He stepped in front of them.
“Ethan didn’t want me riding the bus and I’m not. Jake’s going to take me home from work and Chelsea is going to bring me to work. So you”—she jabbed his chest—“are not needed.”
“No.”
“No? That’s all you’re going to say?”
He raised his brow. She was coming home with him even if he had to toss her over his shoulder.
“Well, that’s not going to work for me,” she said.
His gaze went to Jake. “Do you want to tell her about your last girlfriend or should I?” Breaking Jake’s nose would mess up his handsome face. His fists clenched at his sides. It’d be a service to all women.
“Miranda? What about her?” Jake glanced at Annie and shrugged.
“Don’t play dumb. I know. It’s what I do for a living.” He stepped closer to the younger man. “I dig and find people’s dirty little secrets.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Annie knows I dated Miranda but we broke up ages ago.”
“Yeah, right after she told you she was pregnant.” He’d given the guy the chance to come clean or leave.
“What?” Annie shifted away from Jake and Patrick had to fight to keep the smirk from his lips.
“Miranda is pregnant?” Jake’s face paled as he turned toward Annie. “I’m sorry. I have to talk to her.” He looked at Patrick. “I didn’t know. I swear. You’ll make sure Annie gets home safe, right?”
He nodded, feeling a little guilty. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as Jake hurried down the hallway. He texted one of the bouncers, telling him to go to the employee entrance and delay Jake.
“Give me a minute.” He moved a few steps away so Annie couldn’t overhear him and called Nick. He explained the situation. He could let Miranda tell Jake that she’d aborted his kid, but if Jake did something stupid like hurt the girl or himself he’d feel pretty damn bad. He hung up the phone. Nick and Mattie were on their way to the Club to meet Jake. He walked back over to Annie and grabbed her arm. “Come on.” He headed for the garage.
“This hasn’t settled anything. Even if Jake gets back with Miranda, I’ll find someone else to give me a ride home.”
He opened the car door for her. “That’s not going to happen.” He slammed the door, silently apologizing to his car for the rough treatment. As soon as he got inside, she started harping at him.
“Why are you acting like this? You don’t want to chauffeur—”
“I already told you I don’t mind.” He said through gritted teeth.
“Pleeease.”
“Beg nicer and I might agree with you.” He glanced at her but she wasn’t smiling.
“I’ll get Chelsea to pick me up.”
“I’ll bring you to work and take you home, like I said I would.” Was it that hard for her to be around him? She’d like him well enough when he’d had his fingers in her pussy.
She crossed her arms over her chest but remained silent. He couldn’t keep from taking quick peeks at her breasts which were being displayed so nicely. He pulled into her driveway and she jumped out of the car and hurried to her house.
“Damn it, I would’ve gotten your door.” He followed her. “Why is it so difficult for you to let me get the door for you?”
She spun around key in hand. “You don’t want to be near me. You don’t want to be around me. So, don’t.” She shoved him. “Go away. I don’t need you to babysit me. I don’t need anything from you. I don’t want anything from you.” She shoved him again and then turned and opened the door, slipping inside and slamming it behind her.
He stared at the door. Each one of her words was like a dull knife cutting out chunks of his heart.
“You heard her. Get out of here before I call the cops,” hollered Mr. Johnsbrick.
“I’m leaving.”
As he drove down the street, her words echoed in his head—all of them, not only the ones that’d hurt. She thought he didn’t want her. He had to explain. He turned the car around and went back. Fortunately, Mr. Johnsbrick was no longer on his porch. He hurried to her door and knocked.
No answer.
He knocked again. “Annie, we need to talk.” He knocked harder. “Annie, let me in.” He pounded. Let her neighbor call the cops. “I’ll break down your fucking door.”
“Go away.”
“Not until we talk.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.” She paused. “Ever.”
He smiled slightly. She was a stubborn one, but so was he. “Too bad. I need to explain what happened, why I left. Please let me in.”
“I don’t want to hear your lies.”
If he could get close to her, she’d forgive him. He had to get in that house even if it meant playing dirty. “Hunter has a lead on Vic.”
The key turned in the lock and the door opened. Her eyes were red and swollen. His chest constricted. He’d done that to her. He was an ass.
“Annie….”
“Bastard.” She turned and went into the living room. She sat in the corner of the couch, her knees tucked up to her chest. “What did he find?”
He closed and locked the door. Not that they were going to do anything. She was off limits except at the Club. He sat next to her. “I’m sorry about—”
“Tell me what Hunter found.” She moved to the chair across from him.
He frowned. She’d had no reason to move away from him. “I will but first—”
“No, tell me about my brother.”
“Okay, but only if you promise we can talk about the other day—about afterward.” He leaned toward her. “Promise?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“I need to explain why I left. I think you misunderstood.”
She looked up at the ceiling, blinking back tears. “Tell me about Vic.”
“And then we’ll…I’ll explain why I left.” At her silence he prodded, “Okay?” He needed her to agree. She wouldn’t go back on her word.
“Fine. Okay.”
It was like a weight was off his shoulders. He could explain and then they could…nothing tonight, but tomorrow, they could explore the Club. His cock stiffened in anticipation.
“Vic?” She waved her hand to hurry him along.
“Yeah, right. Hunter found the woman who’d handed those cards out to some of the homeless, trying to get them to reach out to their families. He’s going to meet with her and get back to me.”
“So, she knows Vic? She’s seen him?” She leaned toward him, her brown eyes dancing with excitement.
“Don’t get too excited.” He took her hands, amazed once again at how soft her skin was. “She may not remember Vic. Hunter still has to talk with her.”
“Yeah, of course, but it’s something.”
“It is that.” His gaze dropped to her mouth, her lips were parted as if waiting for his kiss.
“Thank you.” She pulled her hands from his and stood. “Good night. Lock the door behind you.”
“Wait.” He grabbed her arm. “We still have to talk about the other day…about us.”
Her breath hitched in her throat. “There is no us.”
“You agreed.” He was disappointed. He shouldn’t be. Women broke their word all the time but like usual, he’d thought she was different.
“I agreed you could talk and you can.” She pulled her arm from his grasp. “I’m going to bed but you can stay here as long as you like and explain everything.”
“What?” He stared after her, their conversation replaying in his mind. Damn it. She hadn’t agreed to listen. Her bedroom door shut and then the lock clicked. Like that was going to keep him out. He moved across the room. “Open the door.”
“Good night,” she said pleasantly. “Don’t forget to lock up when you leave.”
“This is your one warning.”
Silence.
He slammed his shoulder against the door and couldn’t help but feel some pride at her squeak of alarm. He hit the door again and it flew open.
Annie was on the bed, covers pulled up to her chin, her eyes wide, but not with fear, with surprise and something else…excitement.
His dick jump for joy as he strolled forward. “Now, I’m going to explain why I left the other day…after…after we…”
The excitement in her eyes dimmed.
He sat on the bed and took her hand. “I didn’t leave because I wanted to.”
“No one made you.”
“I made me.” His thumb caressed her knuckles.
“Yeah, because you were done. Like I said, this wasn’t my first time.”
“No, because I wasn’t.” He scooted closer. He shouldn’t. It was dangerous but he did it anyway.
“But you…” She waved her hand toward his crotch and he wanted to grab it and put it on his hardening dick.
“And I wanted to again. I knew if I didn’t leave, the next time, I’d be inside you.” He kissed her hand. “You have no idea how hard…”
Her eyes dropped to his dick and he laughed.
“You have no idea how…difficult it was for me to not fuck you the first time. I never would’ve been able to stay out of you the next time.” His eyes dropped to his hand, where he still caressed her skin. “Not when you were so soft and so satisfied and so fucking naked.” His dick was beyond hard now. It was painful.
“I thought…”
He leaned toward her because he needed to be closer. “You thought what?”
“That you left because…you were done with me.”
He couldn’t help it. It was like a force of nature was calling him closer. He leaned forward and kissed her. It was soft and sweet. “Never,” he said against her mouth.
Her hands came up around his neck and he kissed her again but this time it was dark and deep, his tongue thrusting into her mouth like he yearned to thrust into her eager, little body. She shifted downward and he followed. It was natural. She was a woman. They were in a bed. She wanted him and he wanted her. He kissed her neck and she tugged the covers from between them.
He lifted up, staring down at her. “There have to be rules.”
She shook her head. “No. No rules.” She ran her hands up under his shirt and he moaned at the scrape of her fingernails on his bare skin. “You and me.” She kissed him. “Doing whatever we want to do.”
He dropped his head to her neck and inhaled. “I want that. I do. But I can’t fuck you. I can’t do that to Vic and Ethan.”
She shoved him and he rolled to the side.
“You’re not doing it to Vic and Ethan. You’re doing it to me. With me.” She sat up and slapped his shoulder. “What do I have to do to make you see that?”
“You don’t understand about baby sisters.”
“God. You’re so difficult.” Her lips curved in a smile and he knew he was in trouble. Her hands drifted to the bottom of her shirt and lifted it upward.
He grabbed her wrists, stopping her before she could display her perfect tits. “Rules.” He raised his head and sucked on a nipple, which was peaked and hard under her shirt. She grabbed his head, holding him closer.
He pulled her to the mattress as he moved to her other breast. His hand rubbed the wet T-shirt across her nipple. She spread her legs, wrapping one around his waist. Fuck, she felt good. Even through his jeans and the blanket she was hot and he knew she’d be fucking soaked for him.
He eased off her breasts. He had to control this scene or he’d lose it. “Rules. Agree or we stop.” He thrust his cock against her, making him bite his lip. “Okay?”
“Yeah.” She started unbuttoning his pants, so he grabbed her hands, holding them above her head.
“Say it.” He nipped her ear and kissed his way to her mouth. “I don’t trust you.”
“Hey.” She tugged on his lip with her teeth.
