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- Herausgeber: LSODea
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Serie: The Voyeur
- Sprache: Englisch
Patrick’s job should be easy. Watch the Club. Drive Annie to work and back and keep her out of trouble. That shouldn’t be too hard except being around her is making him question his decision to keep his hands to himself.
Annie is determined to enjoy her two weeks without Ethan watching her every move. She’d love to enjoy it with Patrick, but if he’s unwilling, she’ll find someone else.
When Patrick discovers the shady past of Annie’s new beau, all bets are off. If she really wants a man—he’s the one for her.
This is the second book in the four book series. Book four ends with a HEA. This has hot, kinky sex scenes so it's meant for those over eighteen.
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Seitenzahl: 122
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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Watching the Voyeur
Book 2
(A La Petite Mort Club Series)
Ellis O. Day
Copyright © 2017 Ellis O. Day
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ISBN-13: 978-1-942706-22-9
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CHAPTER 1: ANNIE
Annie changed out of her uniform and into her T-shirt and jeans. This sucked. She wanted to kill Ethan and Patrick. She grabbed her purse from her locker and pulled out the picture Vic had sent to her his first year as a marine. She ran her finger over her brother’s face. He was so young and full of life and hope. Her heart broke all over again for the loss—her brother’s and hers.
She touched Ethan’s face. He was to Vic’s right and he was so handsome. He still was, but she’d never been attracted to him—her crush when she was ten didn’t count. Her gaze drifted to the third man in the photo—Patrick.
Even as a teenager, she’d been drawn to him, this stranger in a photo. There was something about his smile and his eyes that made her feel safe. He looked like the kind of guy a girl could count on. She touched his face. He’d been the star of so many of her fantasies and for one moment, one brief, lovely moment, she’d thought she’d get to live her dreams for a few weeks. However, as soon as he’d discovered who she was, the lust in his eyes had disappeared and he’d looked at her as if she’d had two heads. It was high school all over again.
Growing up, Vic had been her favorite of her five brothers. She’d been the baby, the last child and the only girl. Her parents had spoiled her but not her brothers, except Vic. Her two oldest brothers hadn’t paid much attention to her and the two brothers closest to her age had been her tormentors. Being six years older than her, Vic had been old enough not to fight with her and young enough to still play with her. He’d been her everything—her confidant and her protector. She’d adored him and his friends, until she’d started liking boys.
By then, Vic had already been a marine and had been stationed thousands of miles away, but that hadn’t stopped him from keeping her safe, and to him that meant keeping all boys away from her. The threat of Victor Argotos followed her around like an unwanted shadow. If Vic heard about any boy paying attention to her, he’d send one of her younger brothers or one of his friends’ brothers to kick the boy’s ass. It’d only taken a couple of times for all the boys in the area to realize that Annie Argotos, although cute and friendly, wasn’t worth the risk. She’d thought she’d gotten used to the look of horror on their faces when they heard her last name, but seeing it on Patrick had almost made her burst into tears.
She stuffed the picture back in her purse. She was done crying. She’d cried too many nights over boys who didn’t like her enough to risk a confrontation with one of her brothers. She didn’t need a guy like that in her life. She wouldn’t let a guy like that in her life.
When she left the locker room, she glad that Patrick wasn’t waiting for her. He wasn’t going to change his mind about wanting to be with her, so the best thing she could do was to get him out of her head and that meant staying as far away from him as possible.
She hurried down the hallway. She had no doubt he’d come to take her home. He was a former marine and Ethan had ordered him to do it. Everyone did what Ethan commanded. She’d probably be like that too if he hadn’t basically lived with them since she was seven. Ethan’s home life hadn’t been good and her parents had practically adopted him. She loved him like a brother. Unfortunately, he could be just as overbearing and she was done with that. She’d had a taste of freedom when she’d gone away to college and she liked it.
She slipped out the back door and headed down the street. She had two weeks without Ethan or Julie watching her every move and she was going to take advantage of it. More than likely, Patrick would stay away from her. He’d barely looked at her once he’d found out who she was and that was great. Really, it was because tomorrow night she’d be on her own in a sex club. She’d get her job done as fast as possible and then she’d find someone to fill her nights. There were a couple of guys who worked in the kitchen that had flirted with her, until Ethan had noticed, but Ethan wasn’t going to be around and…
“Annie, stop!” yelled Patrick.
She couldn’t help it. Her legs froze. She was not his puppet, but she knew better than to run. He’d only catch her. She was fast but he’d be faster—her brothers always had been. She spun around. He strode toward her, his handsome face taut with anger. She knew that look. She’d seen it on all her brothers’ faces and her father’s. She was getting a lecture.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
She smiled up at him, putting on her most innocent expression. It worked with her brothers—sometimes. His eyes darkened and dropped to her breasts for a quick second. That was interesting. Perhaps, he wasn’t as immune to her as she’d thought.
“Ethan’s gone. We don’t need to obey him. He isn’t God.”
Patrick’s eyes dropped to her breasts again and she inhaled making the shirt stretch across them. Maybe, she could have her two weeks of fantasy-come-to-life. She stepped closer, tipping back her head and letting her mouth drop open a tiny bit. She ran her tongue across her lips and fought a smile as a soft groan escaped him.
“You didn’t seem thrilled with this arrangement so I figured I’d take the bus…unless you want to come home with me.” This time she bit her bottom lip, just a little. They had a lot of unfinished business and she couldn’t wait to tear his clothes off.
“I’ll escort you home.” His voice was strained.
She wanted to jump for joy. The star of her amorous dreams was coming home with her—in the flesh.
He cleared his throat and moved away. “Even though Ethan’s gone, I’ll follow his orders.” His eyes dropped to her chest again and his face tightened even more. “All of them. It’s his club.”
“But I’m not his—”
“No, you’re Vic’s baby sister.” He grabbed her wrist and headed for the garage, his long legs making her run to keep up.
“I’m not a baby or a little girl.”
“You are to me.” He dropped her hand and opened a car door.
It was a Mustang—an old one, ’67 or ‘69, metallic blue, big, strong and beautiful. She climbed inside, looking up at him her face heating at what she was about to say. She wasn’t usually this forward, but she wanted him and he wanted her. Obeying Ethan was stupid. “That’s funny. I’m pretty sure you knew I was a woman a few hours ago.”
He slammed the door in her face. A moment later he climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car, pulling out of the garage.
“Earlier, never happened,” he said.
“You can’t undo the past.” She should’ve known better than to hope he was different.
“You can forget about it.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. He was attracted to her—by the bulge in his pants, he was very attracted to her—but she knew that look. With five older brothers, she could write a book about that look—stupid, male pride. He wouldn’t do anything to her or with her again, no matter how much he wanted to. “Fine. We’ll both forget about it.”
“Good.” The tension eased from his shoulders.
“It wasn’t that great anyway,” she mumbled. With five brothers, she’d learned at an early age to aim for their pride when striking back.
“What?” His head snapped in her direction. “I seem to recall you coming so hard you about broke my fingers.”
“Hmm. I don’t think that happened.” She stared straight ahead, trying not to blush.
He almost growled and then took a deep breath. “You’re right. It didn’t.” He glanced at her as he ran his fingers under his nose and inhaled before sliding them into his mouth. “Mmm.” He pulled them out, wiping them on his shirt. “Never happened at all.”
She wanted that mouth on her—her lips, her neck, her breasts and between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together to try and ease the ache as she shifted on her seat.
“You okay?” He smirked. “You seem uncomfortable.”
“I’m fine.” She was going to make him pay for that—big time.
CHAPTER 2: PATRICK
Finally, silence. Patrick didn’t want to talk about what he’d done with Vic’s baby sister, but he sure as shit wasn’t going to let her forget that he’d made her come and he’d only used his hand. He would’ve made her scream, maybe even pass out, if he’d used his tongue or his dick. He glanced at her and his mouth went dry, as the smug smile slipped from his face.
With one hand she was pulling her T-shirt tight across her glorious chest while the other hand brushed her breasts as if there was something caught on the cloth. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the subtle movement of those lush tits as they shimmied and bounced with each passing stroke of her fingers. He wanted to push her hand aside, raise that T-shirt and squeeze those breasts. The skin would be soft and smooth. He’d pop one of them out of her bra and…
“Patrick, look out!”
His eyes flew to the windshield and he stomped on the break, barely stopping before they hit the car in front of them.
“What the hell! Are you trying to kill us,” she yelled.
“It was your….” He slammed his mouth shut at her raised eyebrow.
“It was my what?” she asked innocently.
“Nothing.” The light changed and he followed the other cars.
“You were going to blame me, weren’t you?”
He started to say yes but the superior look she was giving him made him stuff those words back down his throat. She’d played with her tits to get a reaction out of him, but there was no way he was going to accuse her of that. He’d been in a lot of relationships, not that this was a relationship, but he knew when to keep his mouth shut. “No. I was going to ask where your street was.”
“You said, It was your, how is that asking for directions to my house? Plus, if you don’t have them, how did you know to head this way?”
Now, she had a smug expression and he really wanted to remove it, by kissing her or turning her over his knee and paddling her beautiful, round ass until she moaned. “First, I said, is this your not it was your and second, Ethan told me where you live so I have a general idea but I’m not sure of the exact street.” He glanced at her and her eyes were narrowed–smug expression gone. She didn’t quite believe him but she didn’t have any proof. He’d won that round and he wanted to cheer and beat his chest but decided gloating in silence was a wiser choice.
“Hmm. You don’t need to turn for a while yet.”
He drove in silence for several minutes, shifting to take the pressure off his stiff cock—just being near her made him hard. She wore a soft floral scent that made him want to locate those spots on her skin and kiss them. Did she dab some behind her ears? Probably. What about between her tits? His gaze darted to them but he forced himself to look at the road. He wasn’t doing that again, not while driving.
“Do you mind stopping at Home Depot and the grocery store?”
“What? Why?” He wanted her gone so he could go back to the Club and get laid.
“Never mind.”
“What do you need? I can pick it up for you tomorrow.” Unfortunately, they’d be spending twice a day alone in his car.
“You can’t drop it off tomorrow. You’ll be picking me up at school. Didn’t Ethan tell you?”
“No, he didn’t.” He was going to kill Ethan for this. No, he’d kill Nick. This was all his fault.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll have my friend drop me off at work after class.”
He almost asked if her friend was male or female but stopped himself. That wasn’t important, although it sure felt important. “I’ll pick you up after class.”
“You don’t have to.”
“But I do.”
“Right, because Ethan told you.” She sighed. “You need to grow up and stop doing everything Ethan commands.”
He slammed on his breaks, swerving off the road. A man could only take so much. He turned toward her. “I am grown up. Very grown as I’m sure you remember.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her eyes widened in false innocence.
His eyes dropped to her mouth and then her chest. He was going to remind her in explicit detail just how grown he was. He reached out and stopped—his hand only inches away from her. He couldn’t remind her of anything. She was off limits. He dropped his arm. “I’m not doing this for Ethan. I’m doing this for your brother.”
“That’s worse. Vic isn’t even around anymore.”
