Target (An erotic romantic novella) (15 page)

“Tom this place is a mess,” she said.  He shrugged as he sat himself back in the armchair.  Next to him on a side table was a picture of him and Skye.

“Tom,” she said, smiling as she knelt down in front of him.  He looked at her a little puzzled as she took his hand.

“Tom this is Rick, my fiancé,” she said, glancing up to him.  Rick beamed back at her words.

“Oh, hi Rick, congrats,” he said, lifting a hand.

“Thanks,” Rick replied.

“Tom that
is not why we are here, Skye is alive,” she said, her eyes glistening with happiness as she looked at him.  Tom looked up at her, and frowned.

“What?” he asked.

“She is alive, Tom, Rick’s men found her in a hospital, she was in a coma, no one knew who she was.”

“She’s alive,” he said, sitting upright, his eyes now wide open and his ears alert.

“Yes darling she is, she is here in London, Rick, brought her back last night.  Tom she is awake and well, she is going to be okay.”  Tom burst into tears, and Sarah threw her arms around him and hugged him.

“Tom, go and get dressed, we have a car outside, he will take you to Rick’s hospital,
and you can go and see her.”

“Sarah, oh god,” he wept, clinging on to her.  Tears coursed down Sarah’s eyes and she held him. 

“Now, come on,” she said, wiping her tears and standing back up.

“Sort yourself out, she does
not want to see you looking like a tramp,” she said, and then she laughed at her own words, and glanced to Rick, who smiled back at her.

By the time Rick and Sarah entered his apartment it was nine in the morning.  Sarah kicked off her trainers, leaving them on the doormat.

“Rick this place is beautiful,” she said,
as ran her hand across the fine furnishings.  Walking to the ornate marble fireplace, she wiggled her toes in the cream fur rug that sat on the floor in front of it.

“Don’t you have a TV?” she asked, not seeing one.  Rick reached for a remote,
and pushed a button, Sarah jumped startled as the huge painting on the wall tilted upwards and then moved backwards into the wall revealing a flat screen TV.

“
That is cool,” she laughed.  Rick tilted is head, and winked at her.

“Do you want something to eat?” he asked.  She nodded.

“I will call for breakfast,” he said, reaching for his phone.

“Call for breakfast, seriously?” she asked, and he smiled at her with a nod.
  He placed the order and threw his phone onto the worktop.

“Can I use the shower?” she asked, covered in blood
and grime, she wanted to wash all that horror away.

“Sure, this
way,” he said, taking her hand he led her up a flight of stairs to the bathroom.  It was huge and extremely lavish.

“Wow,” she said
, as she looked at the huge double shower cubicle.

“I’ll just go and grab you some towels,” he said, leaving her.

Sarah wasted no time in stripping off.  She switched on the shower and climbed inside.

“There you go,” he said, walking back in the bathroom.  He stopped abruptly and stared at her
.

“Rick,” she said.

“Sorry, but I cannot stop looking,” he said.

“Why don’t you come in,” she suggested, with a smile.  “Save on the water,” she added as she rubbed her hands across her soapy breasts.  Rick’s heart pounded as he watched her, she was so sexy, so sensual.

“
Now how could I refuse an offer like that,” he replied, as he pulled off his t-shirt, threw it to the ground, and then took off his combats.

He
climbed into the shower with her.  Reaching for the shower gel, she poured some into her hands and turned him around.  She washed him, rubbing the soap into his back and across his firm, tight buttocks. Kissing his shoulder, she purposely pressed her breasts against his back.  She just loved the feel of his skin against hers; it almost tingled like tiny electric bubbles.  He glanced over his shoulder, and gave her a smile.  Her arms moved around his front, and she gathered his erection into her soapy hands, and caressed him, slowly.

Rick stayed there for a while, enjoying her touch
.  He then poured some gel into his hands, and turned to face her.  His eyes gazed into hers, and he fell into them, his heart beating furiously as he washed her soft smooth breasts, and then in between her legs.  His hands moved to her waist, around her back, and he kissed her, gently at first, lovingly, passionately.  His hands ran through her wet hair, back down to her bottom, his hard cock pushing back and forth between her legs, teasing the edge of her pussy.  He pulled her under the water, rinsed the soap off her, and then moved his mouth down to her breasts, alternating between the two he licked and sucked at her nipples.  Sarah lent back against the wall, her hands combing through his wet hair.

She took hold of his
wet, slippery cock, and slid her hand up and down the length of him, she gave a little gasp as his fingers slipped inside her, and he pushed them in and out playfully.  Rick knelt down, and trailed kisses over her flat stomach, as his hands rubbed her inner thighs.  She opened her legs wider, and grasped his head as he went down on her.

“Rick.”
Hearing her say his name in a soft moan excited him.  His fingers opened her wider, and his tongue delved into her darkest, softest place.  He licked her fast and deep, and as he sucked her clit into his mouth, she clutched his shoulders, her nails digging in deep as she felt herself climax.

“Rick, I am coming,” she screamed in warning as her body quaked in orgasm.  Rick drank her as she came, it was so sweet, so delicious, and it turned him on like mad.  Sarah c
ried in pleasure, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her legs almost gave away beneath her.  He continued to suck her, lick her, giving her as much as she needed until he felt her shuddering die.  Rising to his feet, he kissed her, her wetness still covering his mouth she tasted herself on him.

“Rick,” she whispered, her eyes glazed over with ecstasy.

“Yes?” he asked, as he brushed his lips across hers.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

He kissed her beautiful neck, and sucked her ear.

“With p
leasure, my love,” he whispered and he pushed her against the tiled wall, lifted her leg, and wrapped it around his waist.  She screamed his name as he entered her.  He was already right on the edge, having held back to ensure she came first.

“Rick, hard
,” she begged.  As she pulled at his shoulders, her insides shook with pleasure as she felt him throbbing. 

“Sarah,” he cried,
as he thrust urgently.  Her backside banged against the tiles, and she gasped as he penetrated her even deeper, the sensation of the force, delighting her.  He grabbed her breast, and squeezed at it as he made love to her, he held himself inside her as he felt her climax again, and then he erupted like a volcano.  Sarah legs gave way as he came at the same time as her.  He lifted her, and held her against him, as he shuddered with the pleasure of her body against his.

He held her in his arms for a moment,
as he kissed her neck, and stroked her back.

“
God, I love you Sarah,” he said, breathless.

“I love you Rick,” she whispered back.  He lifted
the hair from her eyes, and smiled, and she smiled back, so overwhelmed she could not speak but merely fell into his arms as he kissed her again.

“Rick, I have never has sex with anyone like that,” she said, finally able to speak.

“Me neither Sarah, you drive me wild, do you know that?” he replied, his lips kissing her neck softly.  For a while the held each other, letting the water wash over them, and feeling their hearts pounding against each other.

The doorbell rang.  Rick lifted his head and glanced towards the bathroom door.

“Ah breakfast,” he said.  “See you downstairs in a minute Sarah, there is a dressing gown of the back of the door if you want to use it,” he offered.

“Thanks,” she said, as he opened the shower door and quickly grabbed a towelling robe from a hook on the wall.  He slipped it on as he shot out the door and ran down the stairs.

Borrowing his dressing gown on the back of the door, she wandered five minutes later back downstairs into the lounge.

“Rick,” she called.

“In the kitchen,” he yelled back.  She ambled in to find him dishing up breakfast.

“Oh that smells good,” she groaned, kissing his
neck.  He turned and kissed her mouth.

“Are you okay?”
he asked her as they sat down and ate.

“Yes, I am glad it i
s all over.  What do you think they will do with the bodies?” she asked.  Rick shrugged.

“Best not to ask,” he said, with a smile, sipping his tea.
  His phone bleeped.

“Speak of the devil,” he muttered, reading it.

“Sorry?” she asked.  He lifted the phone.

“It’s them.  Job done, pay up,” he laughed.   Standing
up he switched on his computer, and keyed in his bank details.  He looked at the balance. So he was slightly out with how much he had, and this did not even include his father’s money.  Balance Two hundred and seventy five million, seventy-four pounds and twenty-seven pence.  He smiled, as quick as he spent it, the interest gave it back.  He tapped in the account details and made the transfer.

Half an hour later, Rick pulled the curtains in his bedroom, blocking out the bright new morning.  Sarah slipped off his dressing gown and slipped naked into his bed.  She shivered against the coolness of the silk sheets, Rick slid in beside her.

“Tired?” he asked, turning and looking at her.

“May
be,” she said, smiling at him.

“We will go shopping
later and buy you a new wardrobe,” he offered.

“I’d like that, and shoes?” she asked.

“And shoes, lots of shoes,” he said, smiling at her.  He lifted an eyebrow, and then opened his arms; she pulled herself onto him and sighed as he held her tight.  He swallowed a little nervously as he slipped his hand under the pillow.

“Sarah.”

“Yes Rick,” she asked.  He pulled out a black box.

“What is that?” she asked, curiously.  He pushed himself up the bed and opened it.

“Sarah Elizabeth Rothchild,” he said, her eyes gazing into his.  “Will you marry me,” he asked, taking the huge diamond ring from the box.  “I know I ask you before, but I want to do it properly.”

“Rick…” she said, looking at it.  He lifted her hand and slipped it on.  It fitted perfectly.

“Oh my god, Rick where did you get that?” she asked, totally stunned.

“It was my mother
’s, you don’t mind do you, it would mean so much to me.”  Tears trickled down her cheeks as she held out her hand.

“Mind, Rick, I am …
. yes, again, yes I will,” she said, joyfully.

He threw his arms around her
, kissed her, and held her tight.

“We are not going to have many people to invite to our wedding,” he said unexpectedly.

“Shall we do it abroad?” she asked, turning onto her front and still admiring the ring.  He ran his fingers down her back and caressed her bottom.

“We could do, or we could do it in my castle,” he said, matter of fac
t.  She pulled her head back.

“You have a castle,” she chuckled, surprised.  He nodded.

“Yes, I run it as a hotel, I always fancied being a knight,” he replied.  Suddenly she imagined him in chainmail.

“Oh god Rick, chainmail,” she whispered, “I could be your wench,” she laughed, her eyes lifting to his excitedly.  The image of her in a low cut, wenches dress spilled into his mind.

“Sarah, you should not have said that now look what you have done,” he laughed.  She licked her lips as she felt his erection press against her.  Pulling the black silk sheet over her head, she moved down on him, and took his cock into her mouth.

“Sarah
Elizabeth Rothchild,” he gasped, taking hold of her head.

“Richard John
Hemmingway,” she moaned, from under the sheet.

“I told you that’s Rick, young lady,” he laughed.

“So spank me,” she murmured from under the sheet.

“Is that with, or without a gun,” he
joked.  She burst out from under the sheet and crawled across his belly.  Her eyebrow rose, seductively.

“You have weapons here?” she asked.

“A whole hidden room full,” he replied, grinning at her.  She tilted her head.

“
Rick, let me see,” she begged.  He held out his hand.

“Follow me darling.”