Obsession (26 page)

“That app will help,” he said softly.
“Thank you for finding it. I know I wasn’t very grateful when you
first showed me.”

“I should have done it in
private.”

Mitch shook his head. “Don’t worry
about it. I doubt anyone noticed.”

“So your brothers don’t know?” I was
surprised. If his parents knew, why did they keep it a secret? But
then again, none of my younger siblings had any idea about my poor
decisions.

“Nope. It’s odd to have one son who is
a genius with numbers, and one who has no fucking clue.” He was
trying to hide his sadness with humor.

My hand reached for his
cheek, stroking his stubble. “Your family found your strengths.
Besides, could you see Tyler or Nathan on-site?”
Mitch
laughed.
His brother was brilliant with
numbers, but had probably never held a hammer in his
life.

Once our laughter subsided, Mitch
covered my hand with his then pulled it to his lips, giving it
chaste kisses.

“Thank you for telling me,” I sighed,
enjoying the feel of his lips on my skin.

“I’ve never talked to anyone about
it.”

My heart beat rapidly for him,
secretly loving the fact that he could confide in me. I wanted to
hold him now, give him a part of me in return. Moving the pillow to
the side, I swiftly straddled his lap, my arms wrapping around his
shoulders as I kissed him. His lips moved calmly against mine, not
rushing like we had the night before.

His hands moved past my stomach and up
my rib cage, fondling each breast gently while his mouth tasted
mine. When his thumbs brushed my nipple, I groaned softly into his
mouth, my hands attempting to grab his hair. One hand worked my
breast while the other made a trail to my collarbone at the base of
my neck.

He pulled back, watching me as his
hand grazed higher. My breath became shallow, but not from the way
his calloused hands were bringing me to life. The deep breath I
released when his hand moved to cup the back of my neck didn’t go
unnoticed.

“You don’t like your neck to be
touched, do you?” His eyes were kind as the words left his
mouth.

My eyes closed instinctively. Mist
would form on them soon as flashbacks of Rod strangling me for his
pleasure would consume my brain.

“Can I kiss it?” he asked gently,
moving his lips to my shoulder, slowly opening his mouth to taste
my heated skin. “You’ve got such a beautiful neck, long and
elegant. I’ve always wanted to kiss it.”

I gulped, my hands moving in circles
on the back of his neck like I would do on the front of mine for
comfort. Gradual kisses formed on the base of my neck, mildly
working their way upwards to my jaw. I held my breath, shivers
moving throughout my entire body with each pluck of his lips. Mitch
kissed his way to my mouth, tilting his head so it was against
mine.

“Your heart’s racing.” A shaky breath
escaped me, unsure what to think of how smooth his lips felt
against my invisible scars. “You can tell me anything,” he
murmured, moving his hands to cradle my head. “Something is tearing
at you from the inside, I can tell. Let me take away your pain,
Jamie.”

Tears fell from my closed eyes,
rolling down my cheeks and onto his chest. His bulky arms wrapped
around me, cocooning me while I tried to catch my breath. He could
read me like a book, and I wasn’t sure if he could stay safe with
me in his arms.

“Your wounds have to bleed before they
can heal,” he whispered, holding my trembling body.

With shaky words through sniffles I
said, “How do you know I haven’t already bled out my
demons?”

He pulled his head from my shoulder,
his green eyes melting into mine. “Because I can see the ghosts
that haunt you behind those beautiful brown eyes.”

And for the first time, I couldn’t
hide, but stared back at him, willing for him to see all that I’d
been through without speaking. More tears dropped, and he began to
kiss them, caressing my body with firmer hands. My mouth found his,
kissing him eagerly, wanting to forget about my haunted past that
kept creeping up on me.

My hands moved down his chest, finding
his thick cock and stroking it with my hands. He hissed as he
lifted my hips, guiding me so the tip rubbed against my
clit.

“Let me get a condom.” His voice was
gruff as he searched his bag on the side of the bed. “You on the
pill?” He asked as he held the condom to his lips, preparing to rip
it open with his teeth. My head tipped back, wanting him to tug on
my nipples with those teeth like he had the night
before.

“Yes,” I groaned impatiently. “Do you
really think I would have let you come inside of me last night if I
weren’t?”

But it was more than the birth control
that made me feel safe. It was him. The trust and security I found
in Mitch was terrifying. I’d never felt this way about any man, and
not using a condom seemed to be the only way to show
him.

The condom was tossed to the floor as
Mitch plunged inside of me. His hips moved recklessly against mine,
causing my body to bounce roughly with each thrust. The intensity
of his movements was exactly what I needed to numb my pain, urging
me to move faster. Large calloused hands wrapped around me,
squeezing my skin so I’d be as close to him as possible. Our bodies
were slick with sweat and heat. Our mouths moved savagely, tongues
tangling with each other as we filled the ache inside of
us.

Once Mitch
’s thumb found my clit,
it was over, my pace slowing as I exploded around him, his mouth
catching my moans of ecstasy. He met my moans, his arms clasping
around me tightly as he pumped inside of me, filling me
completely.

With heavy breaths we fell to our
sides, mouths and tongues still locked together. I never wanted his
arms to let me go. Our tongues slowed against one another, finding
our own mouths, but our noses still nuzzled together.

Mitch broke the silence. “I need to
eat soon, woman.” I giggled into his chest, clutching my arms
around his back tighter. “I’m serious. Let’s order room service,
take a shower, then do that again.”

Still giggling, I unlatched myself
from him, searching through the hotel drawers to find a menu.
“Eager, are we?” Mitch flirted, sitting up on his elbow to kiss my
shoulder.

“You’re not the only one
who’
s
hungry,
” I chided, looking for the
quickest item to order from Cygnus, the restaurant on top of the
hotel.

“Order me a pink
t
aco.
” Mitch winked, standing from
the bed to open the blinds.

I couldn’t contain my snort. “You’re
such a perv.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, crawling back
into the bed as I reached for the phone to call in our order. I had
to swat at his hand while I spoke to the hostess. He kept tickling
my sides, fondling my breasts, pinching my nipples. I finally
smacked him with a pillow once I placed our order.

“You’re such an ass,” I shouted
playfully, trying to hit him again. He was quick, though, grabbing
the pillow from me before I made contact and yanking it out of my
hand, whacking me back.

“
No pillow fights babe, I
don’t want to be tempted to make you cry.”

“Yeah, right. I think you’d be the one
crying like a little girl.” I made pouty lips, pretending to cry.
He mimicked me, then kissed my lips, his weight, becoming heavier
on me.

His body confined mine, something I
didn’t let men do. I was startled at first, but his kisses were
soft and coaxing, helping to blind my mind from my past and push
forward to the present.

“Let’s take a shower,” Mitch suggested
between kisses. “We’ll be nice and clean for our food.”

I giggled as he nipped my ear. He sat
up, straddling my hips while staring down at me.

“What?” I asked as his green eyes
roaming over me. He shook his head, smile still in place as he
leaned down to kiss me again. My hand found his chest, roaming to
his nipples. I tugged on the bar, and his grin widened.

“I can’t believe I never noticed this
with all those tight shirts,” I teased, wanting to run my tongue
along it.

Mitch sat
up, crossing his arms as
he looked down at me. “Checking me out like I’m some piece of meat?
I feel degraded.”

I rolled my eyes. “Like you’ve never
eye fucked me.”

His eyes widened as he contemplated my
words. “Yeah, you’re right.” We both laughed. “Come on, let’s
shower,” he said quickly, standing from the bed and holding his
hand out for me to take.

“I’ll join you in a moment. I’m going
to text Becca.”

Mitch shook his head. “Don’t bug
them.”

I reached for my phone, ignoring him.
“If I text her, she can open it whenever she wants. Besides,
they’re probably at the airport now. Their flight leaves in an
hour.”

“Whatever, I’ll be in the shower.
Don’t be long,” he flirted, sending me a wink. I watched as he
walked into the bathroom, admiring his defined muscles and that
sexy as hell ass. I licked my lips, momentarily dazed by his
delicious body.

A knock on the door
startled me from my very inappropriate daydream. The room service
must be here. I grabbed the complimentary robe from the bathroom,
noticing Mitch’s silhouette in the glass shower. There was an extra
hop to my step, eager to join him. My face was flushed from our
morning session with wild bed head and traces of makeup from the
wedding, but I didn’t care if the room service waiter saw me. I
was
sure
he
’d seen women looking way more
disheveled than me.

I skipped to the door, opening it to
find no one there, but the plate of covered food sitting on the
floor. These people moved fast when it came to delivering food. My
stomach growled as I brought the food inside. Maybe I’d take a
quick bite before joining Mitch in the shower. I set the plate on
the table and lifted the cover. My eyes grew wide as my heart
pounded faster.

There it was, a black letter with my
name in perfect script.

My eyes flew to the door, then to the
bathroom. Holy shit, that fucker found me again. How did he keep
finding me? I clawed at my neck, pacing back and forth in front of
the letter.

“I’m getting lonely in here,” Mitch
shouted from the bathroom. I jumped as his voice called for
me.

With a trembling voice I answered. “Be
there in a minute.”

But I couldn’t let Mitch see this
letter, no one had ever seen them. They were my secret reminder
that the devil was waiting for me whenever he felt like striking. I
snatched the letter, tearing it open as fast as I could, the
familiar wax feeling getting stuck in my manicured
nails.

Stop being a slut. Get away
from him now, or you’ll have more blood on your hands.

-Rod

My hand reached for my mouth, trying
to cover the loud shriek that blasted from my lips. I had to leave.
I couldn’t let Rod hurt him. I was falling hard for him, and if Rod
saw that, he’d make sure to ruin Mitch’s life.

My shuddering body tossed the robe on
the bed, searching for my dress from the night before. I’d look
like I was doing the walk of shame, but the only shame I’d have was
for opening my heart to a man who’d now be hunted forever if I
didn’t disappear.

Quickly throwing my bridesmaid dress
on, I kissed my hand and set it on the bathroom door, silently
praying that one day Mitch would understand I wasn’t leaving him
because I didn’t want him. My heart was breaking already, knowing
that one day Mitch could have healed my wounds. For now I’d have to
lick them myself, and somehow figure out how to stay the hell away
from my tormentor.

Searching the halls as I closed the
door was nothing unusual for me, but the extra bit of fear in my
blood was tickling my skin, knowing Rod was nearby. I made it to
the elevator without anyone seeing me, hiding my face as the doors
closed. Crying was something I was good at stopping, but the tears
were escaping uncontrollably.

The elevator dinged, and I rolled my
eyes, irritated I had to share with someone. But my irritation
faded when I realized it could be Rod joining me. My hands curled
around my waist protectively, preparing for his harsh demeanor to
come in and show me a lesson for leaving him alone for this
long.

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