Fantasy Attraction (Hidden Secrets) (23 page)

Fuck! What can I do?

Arms came around my waist and held me tightly.  She ran her hands up my stomach and down again. Placing my hands over hers, I took a deep breath before turning around and holding her against me.  Neither said anything for a while.  I just enjoyed the fact that she was back in my arms again.

“If I had lost you…I thought I had…”

“No baby.  I’m here. I promise, I won’t do anything like that again.” She held me tighter.

“I want to start training you.  If you were ever caught on your own, I want to have the reassurance that you might be able to defend yourself.”

“Okay.”

“Please don’t start on the
‘I’m being paranoid thing’.  You agreed to do it before… Wait, what?”

“I said okay,” she looks up at me and smiles. “Please teach me. I want this to be over.  I’m so tired of looking over my shoulder.  Help me feel safer when I’m not with you.”

“God, I thought I was going to have to fight you on this.  Thank you.  We’ll start today if you feel up to it.”

She nods her head and rests her head against my chest again.  We stand there for a while.  The last ten days washing away as we just hold each other.  Lowering my head, I pressed my cheek to her head.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too,” she breathed into my chest.

A soft knock came from the door and I lifted my head to find Geno standing there.  He had a sad expression on his face as he looked at Colleen and I, but it cleared and his impassive look was back.

“Um
, one of your brothers is at your gate.”

“Which one?”

“One of the twins, I can’t tell them apart.” He laughs.

Colleen releases me and we start walking to the kitchen.  I see Jack sitting at the gate waiting impatiently as he hit the buzzer again and again.

“What?”

“Dude
, where the fuck were you?”

“What’s it matter?  What do you want?”

I hit a series of buttons on the box and I see Jack nod his head.  “Okay, fine.  I see you’re still pissy.  I’ll leave.”

“Bye.”

With that, Jack pulled out and left.  Colleen came running over.

“What the hell Carson?  Why were you being an ass to him?”

“Relax.  I typed in a code.  He knows what’s up.  He’ll be here in a minute. In the meantime, go get some more of my sweats and one of my shirts and I’ll meet you in the gym.” 

She smiles at me as she walks away.

“I’m going to be teaching her kickboxing.  You familiar with it?”

“That is where I’ve seen you from!” Geno exclaimed.  “I know a little, but would love to train with you.”

“Great, you can help me show Colleen the techniques easier.”

“I think I should let you know that the Wendi chick has your phone tapped and your truck has a tracking device on it.”

“That’s how she knew.  Damn.  Well, I know now.  I’ll have to inform my family.  Get a new phone.”

“You need to keep using your phone, but don’t talk about things that will help them on there.  Ya know what I’m sayin’
, right?”

I nod my head
, then excuse myself to get into my training shorts. Just as I finished getting changed my phone went off.  It was Jackson letting me know that something came up and he’d come by some other time. It was fine by me since we are getting ready to train her anyway. As I headed into the gym, I halted in my steps when I saw what she was wearing. I groaned.

“How am I supposed to train you in that?” I asked
, pointing to my shirt that she has tied up to stop below her breasts and a pair of my boxers.

“What?  You don’t hear me complaining about you with your no shirt.” She countered.

I trailed my eyes down her body and saw the scar from the attack and my resolve for doing this came back and I pushed my lust aside.

“Okay
, pick a song to work out to, it needs to be upbeat.  This will be the song we work out to every time.  It will help you develop a rhythm and eventually whenever the song is on your body will focus on the beats and moves.”

She walked over to my sound system and fli
pped through my iPod, then asked me if she could purchase a song.  I nodded.  Soon the sounds of Bon Jovi’s ‘
It’s my Life
’ fill the gym. Nodding my head in approval with a small smile on my face, I direct her to the center of the room where I had a mat.  I couldn’t help myself any longer and kissed her passionately.

Geno entered the room clearing his throat.  We broke apart and I smiled at her.

“Geno has offered to help.  He knows a little he said so when we get to it, I’ll be able to demonstrate with him on how to spar with me. Okay?”

She nodded her head. So I continued, “
Okay, first you need to get in the right stance.  You need a wide stance with your feet parallel with your knees.  Like this,” I demonstrated the stance.

“Like this?”

“Yes, good.  Be sure to keep your abs and gluteus tight.  It will help you stay centered.  First, we are going to warm up.  Simple shoulder roll.” I demonstrate how to do it. “No, Angel. You have to lift your heel from the floor and you aren’t using your elbows.  Only your shoulders. Yes, there you go. Keep going.”

Glancing over at Geno, I see him doing exactly what needs to be done.  He’s not using his elbows, but rolling at t
he shoulders and lifting his heels. I nod at him.  He nods back.  We continue shoulder rolls for a bit longer before I stop her.

“You need to make sure you do that before you start working out.  It opens up the muscles.  Also, always make sure you lift your heels from the floor when you do it. 
Otherwise, you are tweaking your knees, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” she mock salutes causing me to smirk.

“First thing, I’m going to teach you is a jab.  Hold your arms up almost like you are talking on the phone,” I position my hands and she copies.  “Yes, perfect. Okay, now roll your shoulder out and extend your arm straight in front of you.  Now pull it back to your ribs.  Good.  Now the same with the other side.  Always remember to keep your other hand up.  It’s protecting your face. Good.  Now let’s keep doing that for a minute.”

I turn to see how Geno is doing. 
Again, no help needed from me.  So I turn back to Colleen as we work again.

“Breath out on the jab and
breathe in as you pull back.  Good.”

I walk over to her and place my hand on her stomach.  She looks like she has lost too much weight. 
Which reminds me, we still need to eat
.  I move my hands to her hips. A small moan escapes and I smile to myself.

“Rotate more in your hips,
Angel.” I help twist her hips and the little shit rubs into me. “Ha ha not funny,” I laugh as I move away from her. “Okay, first kick is the Front Push kick.  You have to make sure you keep yourself straight.  If you lean too far back or forward, your center is thrown and you can be easily knocked on your ass.  Pretend you have an object in front of you that you need to get out of the way, but your hands are full.  Keep your hands up and kick it out,” I say as I demonstrated the kick.

Surprisingly, she
picked it up rather quickly with the proper posture and everything.  So we moved on to the Side Push kick and the Back Push kick. Geno needed assistance on those kicks, but waited to ask until after I had finished with Colleen and she had picked them up. Pretty soon everyone had them all down.  Soon we started working on combinations, but before long Colleen runs to the bathroom to puke.

I turned to Geno, “What happened there?  Is she puking because she didn’t eat or move much?  Because of all the stress?”

“I don’t know, honestly.  She was puking when I picked her up.  I think it’s her nerves.  She is scared shitless that you are going to get hurt and it will be her fault.”

“Hell
, I’m blaming myself because this psycho woman has brought her past to her feet.  Maybe her learning this will help her feel safer knowing she stands a better chance.”

“Maybe,” he looks down a
second, then back up at me.  “How is she?  Has she done okay aside from the drama that Harriet has left her?”

“She is a very
headstrong woman.  She doesn’t trust easily and she was very standoffish until my sister and I kind of cracked her I guess.  Colleen’s already a part of my family since she has none…well she didn’t know she did. I love her plain and simple.”

“Do you think she’ll let me in?”

“I don’t know Geno.  She went through a hell of a lot of shit.  Her mom beating the shit out of her, her mom’s men trying to rape her or beating the shit out her, losing her dad…I just don’t know.  Did you know that in order to stop from getting raped, she ended up killing a guy and her mom tried to get her put in prison for it?” 

“I didn’t
know her mom tried to put her in prison, but she did just tell me about killing the guy,” he hangs his head.

“If you are going to stand a chance, you have to show her that you’re here now.  You weren’t then plain and simple and you lied to her.  You can’t make up for what has already been done, but you can make a start now and work for a future.  It’s all I can offer for advice.  I’m going to go check on my girl.  You did a great job.  We’ll keep working.”

With that, I turned and left the room to go check on my Angel.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

~WENDI~

It has been two weeks since that little bitch has been taken care of.  She stupidly went to him alone.  How more of an idiot could she be?  Did she really think she could stand there and walk away from Lenny Garcia after having run from him for so many years?  It took a bit to get a full history on her.  She truly had a full history too.  I wonder how much of it she has told dear old sweet Carson.  She won’t get him.  I have never let a man go that I wanted.

Although I have lately had to keep telling myself that he will be worth it because this is the most effort I have had to put into my next victim…I mean husband. 

They like to call me a Black Widow.  Well, they would if they could ever catch me.  I have been married five different times and each time my husband has suffered an untimely demise.  One a boating accident, another a hiking accident, and the list goes on.  I laugh to myself.  None of them ever saw it coming either.  I have had a few knocks around as I had to make each look believable.  People would begin to talk if husbands kept dying, but the wife was never harmed or saddened.

It was w
hen I first started looking into husband number six, I had weeded through many candidates before deciding that I needed a break and it was time to have fun.

Oh, and
what fun I had.  Sleeping with men for fun was different than sleeping with men that I aim to kill for their money.  When it’s for fun, I can let my hair down and truly enjoy the feelings, but when I am with a candidate I have to be more conservative and contour to their likings.  It truly is very stressful.  So letting go was exactly what I needed.

I was sleeping with Henry at the time and boy
he was a lot of fun. Mmm, just thinking about our moments together had my blood boiling.

“Hi, do you come here often?” Asked a gorgeous red
haired, blue eyed man standing next to me.

“No, this is my first time here.  Just in town for a job interview.” I wasn’t completely lying to him.  Even though I was taking a break from the hardcore searching, I was still searching none the less.

“My name is Henry.” He reached out his hand to me.

“I’m Dani,” I cooed as I put my hand in his.

Today, I was Dani, tomorrow I could be Sally or Tina.  It was part of the business.  When I married, it was never my real name.  Helped stay inconspicuous for a little longer.

He raised my hand to his mouth and kissed it gently, he never took his eyes from mine.  I could feel the shiver run through me.  This man had an agenda and he wasn’t hiding it.  I smiled a sexy smile at him and batted my eyes.  When he smiled, I knew that he understood.

“So, can I buy you a drink?”

“If you’d like,” I said sweetly.

He got the bartender’s attention and ordered me another martini and a scotch for himself.  Unable to hold myself back any longer, I reached my hand over and ran up his thigh, gently coaxing his cock to life.  His voice stalled as he was talking to the bartender.  He reached his hand down and held it firmer to his cloth covered cock.  Looking at me with hooded eyes, he began using his hand to make mine massage him. I looked at him through my lashes and bit my lip.  I wanted this man and I wanted him now.

“N
ever mind on those drinks, the Miss and I have decided to take a walk.” He said to the bartender.

“Yes, Sir.”

He turned back to me, “Come with me.” He said his voice laced with desire.

I stood up and he moved me in front of him quickly pressing a soft kiss to my neck, “Don’t want to give the good people a show, now do we?” He whispered.

Henry led me over to the elevators where we were soon able to step inside.  We stood in the empty elevator and waited for the doors to close. The minute the doors closed, he pushed me against the wall and claimed my mouth.  I clung to his shirt as if it were a lifeline.  He broke the kiss and pressed the emergency stop button and was back on me.  As his mouth devoured mine, my hands roamed down to his pants.  Slowly I unbuttoned and lowered the zipper.  Reaching my hand inside, I was surprised by the size of him.

I dropped to my knees and yanked his pants down.  Quickly taking him in my mouth, I gently massaged his balls in one hand and stroked the base of his shaft in my other hand.  I pulled back until just the tip was in my mouth.  Sucking firmly, I twirled my tongue around the tip and over the hole.  I moved down the shaft taking him in as far as I could get. Moving my free hand to his ass, I squeezed hard bringing him further
into my mouth.  I began to bob with vigor. His moans filling the elevator, he clamped his hands firmly in my hair almost pulling tight enough to hurt.  It only turned me on more. 

I loved giving head.  It was a powerful moment where I took control over a man and brought him to his knees.  One of my all-time favorite things to do.  I could feel him begin to thicken and I knew he was close.  Without giving him any kind of warning or waiting for permission, I pushed my finger in his hole and sucked harder.  He clenched
his ass cheeks around my finger and roared as he began to forcefully cum in my mouth. He pounded his hips into my mouth inadvertently moving my finger in and out of his ass. 

“Oh shit! Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk!” He bellowed.

He thrusts his hips a few more times before thrusting one last time and plunging down my throat as his climax started to fade. I continued to suck him completely clean and then pulled his pants up and corrected his clothing for him. I pressed the emergency stop button and we began to move again.  We stood there in
silence, neither of us says a word.  Finally the elevator stopped on his floor and he placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to his room.

Once we were
inside, he pushed me against the door and devoured my mouth.  When he broke the kiss, breathing hard, he whispered, “That was amazing, Dani. I will be returning the favor.”

Oh, and
he did return the favor, very well actually.  That first experience with him was amazing, but the times after only got better and I had actually considered giving up my black widow title and settling down for good.  We had been seeing each other for about five months, when he asked if I would go on a weekend getaway with him.  I jumped at the chance. We always had so much fun together.  Honestly, I truly enjoyed spending time with him. It was enjoyable not to have to analyze every aspect of his life to come up with a dumping plan.  I just simply sat back and enjoyed myself.  We went to this amazing getaway resort.  We of course had amazing sex in the water, in the bed, in the tub, wherever we could.  To my surprise on the night before the last night he asked me to marry him.  It was the most romantic moment in my life. I have been proposed to before obviously, but I never paid attention to detail.  This moment, every detail registered.  The picnic on the cliff that looked out over the lake and forest, the music playing quietly from a nearby stereo, the flower petals spread out everywhere. 

His face as he kissed me passionately and whispered ‘I love you’ to me. I remember the tears in his eyes as he told me I was his everything, the answer to all his prayers and he would be forever on cloud nine if I would become his wife.  For the first time in my life, I cried.  I remember his anxious look as he waited for my answer.
I said yes, of course.  We were both on cloud nine.  Both of us were insatiable and that worked because we were also both very creative.  We were set to marry, but that day never came.  My Henry was flying back from a business trip from overseas when his plane went down.  No bodies were found.  I cried for weeks.  He was my one true love.  Of course the thought of Karma crossed my mind, but I tossed that out because this would have happened sooner.  No this was my sign that I needed to keep going with my plan. I wasn’t meant for one man.  I was meant for many men and to live the life of luxury, but Henry was everything I used to dream about.  His death nearly killed me.  He left everything to me and I keep it all hidden.  It still hurts for me to see it. 

About three months after his death, I knew I needed to get back on target with my next candidate.
It was when I was just coming back from one of my many visits to a therapist…and when I say visits, I mean I fucked his brains out and then he tells me that this isn’t going to solve my problem and I fuck him again and he tells me to come back next week.  I had just turned the television on when this gorgeous man shows up on the screen. He looked a lot like my Henry build wise saying that he was hospitalized in a stabbing incident.  I figured it was my Henry sending me help.  So I called my guys and we began the task of looking into him.

Everything was going as planned until that little bitch came into the picture.  Running her off has proven difficult.  He is with her all the time, so I knew the only way I was going to be able to get in there was if I made her leave.  So I started digging in her history and found that little nugget
of information.  After a few calls, I gave him all the information he needed and the plan was set.  However, I found out a few days ago that she escaped with one of his bodyguards.  So I have been working double time to watch and see if they show up anywhere in the area.  So far I have seen nothing and Carson is barely leaving his house.

How and the fuck am I going to land him if I can’t get to him
?  He is really beginning to piss me off.  I’m too far into it now to back off.  This little bitch was just going to have to be handled by me.  No better person to do the job than a woman on a mission.  I will put this little slut in her place once and for all.  Hopefully that will be with a sudden death and six feet in the cold hard fucking ground.

She’ll be back to him.  I’ll be waiting and I will fix this bitch once and for all.  I will finally claim what is mine!