Chapter Twenty-Five

Mallory

Lennox is so sweet and I like him…like, a lot. What the hell am I doing? He stayed to make sure I was okay and to help me build the new bookshelves. He even offered to set up my new security cameras, but I declined. He tried to push, claiming my safety is important, and while I agree… I like being surprised by Ghost even more. The anticipation awakes something dark and needy in me. I want to embrace it, to see where it leads me.

I know our time needs to come to an end before Ghost shows up and beats the shit out of Nox for being here. But I just can’t bring myself to kick him out. He’s currently helping me stack all my books in the new library room so he can move my other three shelves in here. He’s such a bloody gentleman. I can’t just ask him to leave after all this work he’s done for me.

Picking up my phone, I realize it’s time to face the music and reply to Ghost.

Ghost:

What are you doing with him, Mallory?

I told you, I do not share.

Are you trying to hurt me, baby?

My heart crushes as I read his words. I don’t want to hurt him. Shit, I’m such an idiot. I don’t know why I kissed Nox, something inside me just ignites when he’s near. He consumes me. What should I do? Another text comes through as I’m mid crisis.

Ghost:

He better be gone by the time I get there or

his blood will be on your hands.

Why does his threat give me that fluttering feeling in my lady parts? I’m so deranged. I don’t want him to hurt Nox, but I love this possessive side of him.

“Nox!” I call out and hear his reply coming from the kitchen. He’s got a glass of water in his hand as he leans against the island. The overwhelming urge to sink to my knees and worship him drowns me. He’s the single most handsome man I’ve ever seen. Walking down the hall towards him as he eats me up with his eyes is something close to foreplay, I swear. My mind is whirling with sinful thoughts and the sad realization that this needs to end.

“Did you want to order some food?” he asks.

“I’d love to-”

“Great!” His smile beams across the room at me as I hop up and sit on the counter opposite of him.

“But I can’t…” Wringing my hands in my lap as my stomach ties itself into knots.

“Why not? Do you have other plans?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

“With the other guy?”

I nod my head, hating this. Why can’t I just have both of them? I deserve it after all the shit I’ve dealt with in my life.

He comes to stand in front of me, running his hands up my thighs and spreading them. He steps between my open legs and gazes into my eyes. It feels like a silent plea to let him stay, to choose him. His gloved hand cups my cheek as he kisses me softly. It’s gentle and affectionate, accepting and torturous.

“It’s okay. I’ll see you later, gorgeous,” he says as his forehead rests against mine. His breath caresses my skin and I’m aching for him. He takes one last look in my eyes and then starts to move away from me. I don’t know what comes over me at this moment because I know every second I spend with Lennox is another second he loses to get away from me and my lethal masked man. But I wrap my legs around him anyway, pulling him back to me. He looks perplexed and it’s so cute. The big, tough police officer is confused. A dimple appears in his cheek and he says through a smile, “Something you want?”

“More,” I whisper, waiting to see what he’ll do. I’m wanton and needy. I don’t know what has awoken inside of me thanks to my stalker but it seems I’ve become obsessed with sex. His eyes light up and I’m sure his ego doubles in size knowing I’m desperate for just one more minute with him.

“More what, Mallory?” He comes in close, his lips a hair's breadth away from mine. He’s building the tension and it’s soaking my panties.

“Kiss me again. I want more,” I whisper against his mouth. He slams his lips onto mine, no longer the soft and sweet man I just had a taste of. Our mouths move together and I bite his bottom lip. Pulling it gently between my teeth until he moans for me. His large hands grip my thighs. Fingers digging into my flesh creating a delicious zing of pain that shoots right to my pussy. He trails his mouth down my jaw, planting light kisses down to my neck. He latches his teeth onto the area, biting and sucking until I see stars.

“Touch me.” I don’t even recognize my own voice, it’s breathy and erotic. I sound hot and it fuels the fire burning between us. “Touch me, Officer Graves.”

His thumb finds my clit and starts to work me over my leggings. My hands find their way into his hair and I yank his mouth back to mine. I suck his tongue gently and his pressure on my clit increases. I palm his erection over his jeans and he slaps my hand away. What the fuck? I break our kiss and lock onto his lust filled gaze.

“If you want my cock, you will choose me. I won’t play second fiddle to any man,” he practically snarls at me. Fuck, why is he so hot? I nod in understanding and begin to push him back and slide off the counter. “Where do you think you’re going? I’m not finished with you yet,” he says as his large body cages me in against the cabinets.

“What?” I gasp as he spins me and yanks down my pants. His chest is against my back as I feel his left hand circle under my jaw, pulling me up so every inch of us is touching. He turns my face almost painfully to look into his eyes as he sinks two fingers inside me. My eyes roll back as I’m overcome with pleasure. He plunges in and out of my pussy, pounding the heel of his hand against my clit with each thrust. That coil inside of me is wound so tight, I’m ready to snap.

“You’re soaking my hand, gorgeous. Do you like it a little rough?” he whispers to me as he weaves his other hand into my hair and grips it tight. Little shocks of pain skitter across my scalp as he swallows my moan with a kiss. He plunges his fingers deep inside me and strokes something there that has me entering a new realm of pleasure. He works that little spot inside me while I grind against his hand.

“Cum for me, Mallory. I want to hear you scream my name.” He bites and sucks my neck hard as his other hand slaps the bundle of nerves between my legs. I cum with a shriek, falling to lean over the counter as I writhe on his hand.

“Nox, oh fuck, Nox. Stop. It’s too much,” I whine as he pins me to the counter and immediately works me up again. My legs are starting to shake as I near my second orgasm.

“Nox,” I pant, he leans his body over mine.

“What is it, gorgeous?”

“Please,” I sob.

Suddenly there’s a crash from outside and a car alarm starts going off. I’m pulled from my blissful state, my car doesn’t have an alarm.

“Nox, your truck.” I stand on wobbly legs and look up to him. He’s a mix of confusion and anger. Oh no, did Ghost see us and set off the alarm as a warning? Fuck, I have to get Lennox out of here. His eyes are jumping from window to window, scanning for anything that could be a threat. I bend to pull my pants back on.

“What are you doing?” he inquires as he presses the button on his key, shutting off the alarm.

“Getting dressed?” my voice is laced with confusion.

“I don’t think so,” he growls.

“But…your truck?”

“You’ll have to cum quickly then, won’t you?” The edge in his voice makes my pussy flutter. His knees hit the hardwood floor and he pushes me back against the counter. Lifting one of my legs up, he pulls my foot free of my pants. He places my thigh over his shoulder and gently kisses his way up towards my pussy. The sight of him looking up at me from between my legs makes me feel powerful. I’ve brought this man to his knees and he’s about to worship my femininity like a priest praying to God at Sunday mass.

He wastes no time working me back up. His mouth is latched onto my clit as his fingers slide in and out of my dripping core. My head falls back against the cupboards as I lose myself in the sensations washing over me. Pain assaults my breast as he pinches my nipple and I cry out, though it morphs into a moan as the pain turns to pleasure.

“Eyes on me, gorgeous,” he directs as he laps at my pussy. He plunges deep into me and rubs that hidden spot while he sucks hard on my bud. I’m over stimulated by his touch everywhere and the sight of him below me. I explode, one hand on the edge of the counter anchoring me and one hand fisting his hair. I hold his mouth to me.

“Lick me clean, Graves,” I demand.

“Yes, ma’am.”

My arousal glistens on his chin as he drinks down my release. Swiping his tongue through my slit and dipping it inside me is warming me up again. We need to stop. Fist still tight in his hair, I pull him to his feet and lead his mouth to mine. I taste myself on his lips and it makes me wild with desire. I want him so much, I’m tempted to ask him to stay and tell Ghost to fuck off.

I follow Nox to the door and slide my feet into my boots.

“Stay inside,” he commands.

“Nope,” I snap back, popping the 'p' sound.

“You don’t have pants on,” he argues. I don’t, but my sweater is long enough that it covers me completely, hitting mid thigh in length.

“And whose fault is that?” I joke. “I want to see what set off your alarm.”

“No,” he objects. I push past him and stride over to his truck.

“Dammit, Mallory.” He chases after me.

“It looks like a branch fell on your truck. I’m so sorry Nox. I’ll pay for the damage.”

His eyes are assessing as befuddlement crosses over his stoic face. Yeah, a branch definitely could have fallen. Or, what’s more likely, is that my stalker got jealous and took his rage out on Nox’s truck. There’s multiple points of impact on the edge of the box and a large tree branch with lots of limbs laying beside the vehicle. It just doesn’t line up in my eyes.

Lennox pulls me from my thoughts with a gentle kiss to my lips. “I’ll see you later, babe,” he utters as he opens the door to his truck and climbs in. Turning the key in the ignition, his truck roars to life. It is so loud, the vibrations rumble through the ground beneath my feet. What would it be like to drive that beast? Would he let me?

“What’s that look?” he inquires.

“I like your truck,” I blush.

“Oh yeah? Wanna climb on up here and go for a rip?” Ugh, I wish, but I’ve dragged this on long enough. He must be able to read my face because without a reply from me he says, “Next time, gorgeous.”

“Okay, next time,” I say, forcing a smile. I hear him shift the truck into reverse and he starts to crawl out of the driveway, his eyes never leaving mine. The truck stops and he waves me over. Too eager to hear what he has to say, I rush over. He rolls down the window, “Can I have your number?”

I let out a small laugh, “Absolutely.”

He hands me his phone, open to a new contact labelled ‘Gorgeous.’ Heat creeps up my neck and I know my skin is flushed. I key in my number and hand the phone back to him through the window.

“Later, babe.” He winks then pulls out of my driveway. Nox makes a show of kicking up mud with his tires before he tears off down the road. I stand there listening until I can’t hear the rumble of his engine anymore.

Sighing, I turn to head back inside to shower before my other man shows up.