Holt's Holding (16 page)

His cheek rubbed up against mine.

“You want me Lillian…” he paused. “Your body is already
weeping for me…just let go and give in…give me what I crave.”
 
Weeping? Fuck, I was soaked in my own
arousal.

“I…” my breathing again hitched his finger fell to the side
of my panties and straight into my core.

I was trapped into him as his body was firm and now
completely still….without any control over my now full-blown need…my climax hit
me hard and uncontrolled. My body went limp into his and my head fell to his
chest.

Removing his finger, slowly he raised my lost expression to
his. Yes, this man was very dangerous. His eyes dark and hungry, he grinned a
grin of satisfaction.
 
He had me
precisely where he wanted me.
 
The man
gave me an orgasm in the middle of a crowded dance floor with minimal
effort.
 
Of
course
he looked like he had the upper hand.

The club reappeared quickly around me. Gathering my senses,
to the here and now, I found my control once more.

I grinned up at him.

No he would not have me…the challenge was now there, and my
senses were once more reeled in. I was back in control.
 
I gave myself the moment, looking at his
hungry eyes.
 
His lips curled up into a
satisfied grin.
 
Boy was he so off.

His hand released my ass, and I stepped back. Still smiling
up at him, I was sure he thought he had control…well he
didn’t
.

I moved my hand up his toned chest, steadying myself.
 
With a grin, I looked up at him.

“Sebastian?”

“Yes Lillian?”

I tilted my head, appraising his expression. “I think...” I
paused “I think I need a drink Sebastian,” with that, I pulled completely away
from him and walked to the bar leaving him standing. What I could see thru my
peripheral vision, he was shaking his head, clearly amused.

I spotted Brady, as his expression was one of shock and
possibly relief.

Brady handed me a shot of Patron… “You look as you need
this more than me.”

I nodded with a crooked smile and took the shot down.

Looking around, I
didn’t
see Sam.

“Where is Sam?”

“Bathroom.”

“Lillian?”

“Brady?” I shook my head and smirked

“Don’t get over your head with this one.”

“Brady…don’t worry yourself…I know how to handle his type.”

“It almost appeared he knew how to handle you.” He raised
his eyes to me then looked back to Sebastian, whom was talking with someone…

I turned to look at him. He was talking to the club owner.

“I need air Brady.”

“Go, I’ll wait for Sam and meet you outside…do we need a
change of bars?”

“No…I think I might need to go home.”

“Wow…early for you isn’t it?”
 
He looked confused for a moment.

“It’s one in the morning, and yes it’s early, but I think
it to be best…” Turning completely to Brady, I raised my expression, “wouldn’t
you?”

“You know what you’re doing, so, if you think it; go with
your instincts love.” Grabbing my arm as I stepped away from him, he added, “
remember
my warning…this little show tonight, may have
ignited his interest beyond reason.”
 
He
smiled, knowing what I was
up to
.
 
I laughed and kissed him on his cheek.

“That sounds like his problem not mine.”

Shaking his head, I knew he was very amused with me.
“Lillian, I swear you’re a man!
 
But, you
need to remember what’s at stake here.”

“Nope, kinda missing a cock and balls, and I know what’s at
stake, his pride.” I laughed.

“Cabbing it?”
 
He
shook his head laughing at my display.

“But of course. I’m fine…I know enough of the security
guards here Brady, getting into a cab shouldn’t be difficult.” I leaned back
and kissed him on the cheek.

“Good night Brady.”
 
I smiled offered a reassurance that he desperately needed.

“Good night Lillian.”
 
He sighed.
 
I
knew that sigh
,
he was worried
.
 
He had every right to worry but he worried
about the wrong man.

Snaking my way out of the club, I reached the plaza. With a
few hellos and good byes to people, I ran into, I finally pushed through, and
out by the fountain.

I stopped and opened my clutch making sure I had the cash I
needed, when time slowed to a crawl…

The pop, echoed loud through the night air, followed by a
second...

Gun shots
!

Something hit me hard. The cobbled ground met my body with
an unwelcome force. My head bounced, and the jolt sent stars shooting through
my vision. The weight of someone’s body blanketed me.

I could hear and see parts of the commotion around me.
Trying to move my head, it was screaming with pain, and my body, limp… The
weight lifted off me, and a hand that I could barely feel at my cheek.
 
I could barely focus up on him…

“Lillian? Lillian
are
you ok?” his
voice was urgent…

Trying to focus up onto his face…I think it was Sebastian.

Where did he come from?

“What happened?” I managed and the pain shot through my
head straight into my vision.
 
Fuck this
hurt.
 
The blur and stars swarmed my
head.

“Were you shot Lillian?”
 
His voice was urgent and pleading.
 
His hands ran up and down my body.

“I don’t think so?” I whispered…speaking was hurting and
difficult.

“My head!”
I
rasped in pain.

He pulled my up into his arms, as I
couldn’t
manage to do it myself.
 
Cradling me into
his body, my head laid slack in his hold.
 
Shit, he trembled in
fear?
 
What the hell
was
going on!

Looking thru his hold, the cops were everywhere, and the
chaos that followed; had me in a panic. The Sirens were blaring and the lights
were blinding.

I heard a piercing scream from behind Sebastian…

It was Brady!

“I need an ambulance…She’s been shot!”

In a panic, I tried to see…fighting in Sebastian’s
hold.
 
Damn his grip was like steal.
 

Sebastian felt my need, and broke his tight hold to me…

Panic had me frozen.

Brady held Sam in his arms.

The blood was everywhere.

My eyes were wide and burning…I suspected that I was
crying, but
couldn’t
feel the tears fall.

“I’ve got you Lillian,
it’s
ok.”
 
He voice
became
watered
in my head.

The vision of my sister’s body limp and being pulled from
my
home,
enveloped me.
 
The thick smoke stole my vision. Just like
that, the full panic attack took hold, as I blacked out.

The smell of freesia wafted thru my nose. Turning down the
hall, Alison was laughing and giggling, as our Boston terrier chased her
relentlessly. He wanted the balloon she was pulling behind through the air.

“Ally!”
I
called out to her.
 
She
didn’t
hear me and disappeared from view.
 
Smiling, I was standing in the family room.
All the widows and patio doors were open. Looking to the wall of open doors, I
took in the scent of the freesia that was in full blown on the stone patio.

Ally’s voice echoed thru the house. Her giggles were
infectious…she was only five and full of life

“Lilly…Lilly!
 
She laughed, jumping into my arms.”

“Protect me Lilly!”

Holding her, I felt like I was free.

“I’ll always protect you Ally…always!”

“I love having you for a sister Lilly…I want to be just
like you when I grows up!” She smiled looking up into my eyes…her beautiful
brown eyes, and her soft blonde ringlets bounced and swayed, as I spun her
around in my arms.

“And I love you Ally!” I pulled her tight and my tears fell
quick, “you are
my everything
Ally!”
 
The connection to my baby sister had my body
crying.
 
I missed her so much.
 
I adored her.

“Lilly…”She giggled, “I thought I was your heart Lilly?”
She spoke quizzically as a child would.

“You are my heart Ally.”
 
Complete truth.
 
She was so much
more than just my little sister.
 
She was
the piece of me, which I hid from the world.
 

My vulnerability.
 

Her loss hit me hard.
 
I knew this
wasn’t
real, but wanted to be lost
in the fantasy.

“You look sad Lilly?” her small hand touched my wet cheek.
I smiled nuzzling her nose. “I’m not sad silly, I just miss you.”

“Good…I don’t like to see you sad Lilly!”

Squirming out of my arms, her little feet hit the floor.
Off she went running, jack our dog followed in pursuit.

“Lilly will stomp you jack! I’m her heart, she will get
you!” she yelled laughing down the hall.

The room suddenly darkened, and I turned to the windows,
the wind was thick, the sky now dark. Panicked, I turned back to the house
searching for Ally.

The furniture gone…the walls blackened and ash covered. The
smoke lingered, as I raised my sight up the dark threatening sky. The roof
gone,
and the thunder rolled thru the darkness. I stood
paralyzed.

“Ally!”
I
screamed out and again…my cry would go UN answered.

The pain and weight on my chest, was unbearable, and I
dropped to the floor closing my eyes.

Ally….

Her name lingered around me.
 
Both the weight of my grief, and the emptiness
that consumed my heart was as thick as the blacken ash settling on my skin.

**********

“Lillian!” a male voice pulled me from the ashes… “Lillian
wake
up!”

My eyes were heavy and the tears pooling; I had to blink a
few time to clear my vision. Trying to focus, I
was greeted
by a man’s bare chest, as I was being held into it.
 
Heavy arms held me firm.

“Lillian it’s just a dream, your safe…I have you!” He
kissed the top of my head and my internal alarms began to yell at me.

I knew that voice, and I knew that English accent.

Sebastian…but how?

Pulling up from him, he released his hold and his hand at
the nape of my neck. I watched as he laid his body back down to the bed.

Oh, shit!

Looking down at him and his bare chest…I tensed and looked
to myself…I was exposed…no shirt just my bare chest and me. I raised my eyes to
his. He smiled deviously, and said nothing. Finding control of my hand, I
lowered it down and between my legs.

Oh, thank god. I had my underwear on. Closing my eyes, I
released the air from my lungs.

“Lillian…I’m not that kind of guy.” He paused, and I opened
my eyes to find him staring at me. “How are you feeling?”

My head started to throb.
The ache,
circling from the back to the front.
I lowered my head squinting in
pain. He eased me back down to his chest.

“My head?”
I
whispered through the pain.

“Perhaps we should take you to the ER, and have you checked
out Lillian?”

“I don’t need the ER to tell I’m hung over Sebastian!”
pausing, the reality of where I was hit. “How did I get here?”
and why the fuck was I naked in bed with
you?

“I brought you here last night after you passed out in my
arms.
 
I didn’t know where you lived, so
this made sense to me.”

Still on his chest, I realized that he and I were tangled
and wrapped up in each other.

Double shit…

Moving my leg, I hit his very bare and very hard arousal.

Moving my leg, I hit his very bare and very hard
arousal.
 
Dear lord, he was completely
nude under the sheets.
 
Who does that?
Closing my eyes, debating what I should do next,
wasn’t
an option.
 
His arms gripped me tight.