AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I want you to tell me every fucking detail, girl. Don’t you dare hold anything back, do you understand?”
His bark was vicious, and if he found Davis before the cops did, I was certain they’d never find the asshole’s body. Filling Joshua in on all the details only served to piss him off more. I felt like a kid caught feeding peas to the dog under the dinner table. I didn’t expect my confession would earn a tiara and a dozen roses, or Joshua turning into Rambo. But he did.
“Give me your flight information from LaGuardia to Phoenix,” he instructed.
“Wh—” I bit the question off. It was not the time to question the man. Pulling out my itinerary, I rattled off my arrival and departure times.
“I’ll meet you in New York in a few hours, little one.”
“But you can’t,” I blurted out.
“I can and I will,” he challenged. “You are out of your pretty little mind if you think I’m going to let you waltz back into your house alone after what’s happened.”
“But what if it wasn’t Davis?” I began.
“Of course, it was Davis, bunny,” Joshua spat the nickname Davis had pinned me. “He hung Thumper from a noose, for fuck’s sake. It’s as good as leaving his damn business card on the welcome mat. I’m meeting you in New York, and it’s not up for discussion. And I’m going to be stuck to you like glue twenty-four-seven until you’re ready to come back to Chicago.”
“But the airfare is going to cost you a small fortune,” I exhaled.
Grateful for his chivalry, I didn’t see a need for him to shell out a ton of money or play bodyguard. Yes, I was desperate to see him, but it rankled he thought me so weak and helpless that I needed protection to walk inside my own home.
Joshua let out a snort rife with sarcasm.
“Have you forgotten how we met, Mellie? Surely, you don’t think I’m so strapped for cash that I can’t buy a couple of fucking airline tickets, do you? As I recall, you were the one who paid Christian over seven figures procuring my art for Abbas. I think I can manage a few thousand dollars for some fucking plane tickets.” He paused briefly and exhaled a heavy sigh. “Look, if I’ve flipped one of your independent triggers, I’m sorry, but right now, I honestly don’t give a shit. I refuse to allow you to go home alone. If you don’t want my company, fine. I’ll call Dylan. He’s been like a fucking disapproving father since we hooked up. He, Nick, and Savannah can accompany you back home. But you are not going alone. Do I make myself clear?”
Anger surged like a short fuse on a stick of dynamite.
“If it were any clearer, I’d have your pig-headed declaration tattooed on my fucking forehead,” I snapped. Almost instantly, I regretted my outburst. “Shit.”
I closed my eyes and bit back a scream. Joshua had gone silent on the other end of the line. He was either contemplating hanging up on me, or seething so vehemently he didn’t trust himself to speak.
“I’m sorry, Joshua. I didn’t mean that. Well, I did, but not out loud. Yes, I want to see you. I’ve missed you so much it hurts. I’m so damn exhausted I don’t know which end is up. My head hurts. My eyes burn and instead of coming home to rush to you, I have to deal with the mess Davis left behind. I’m scared to death he’s going to do something even more violent and stupid, but I gave that prick eight years of fear; I refuse to give him a second more.”
Joshua didn’t utter a word. It rubbed me raw, so raw it burned.
“Say something ,please?”
“I want to take you to bed, wrap you in my arms, and stroke my fingers over your beautiful face while you sleep beside me for days.”
His voice was a low and alluring, sensual whisper. I quivered.
“Then I’m going to slide you beneath me. Savor the feel of your sinful cunt as it ripples and milks my aching dick while I bite your hard, ripe candy nipples as you whimper beneath me. And I’m not going to stop until your screams are worn to nothing but strained cries of silence; then I’m going to take you again, and again.”
“Oh, godddddd,” I moaned.
“Spread your legs, bare your cunt, and stroke your clit for me, little one,” he purred into my ear.
Wedging the phone against my shoulder, I slid my hands below the covers. Spreading my legs, I tugged my nightgown up over my hips. Jerking, I gasped as my cold fingertips fluttered over my wet, hot folds. I circled my clit while dipping deep inside my slick, soft center.
“Tell me how my fingers feel on your tight little cunt, girl. They’re not your hands, they’re mine.”
“Wet. Hot. Soft,” I murmured, finding it hard to concentrate on his question.
“Yes, you’re burned into my brain. I can feel you, too. Smell your spicy, sweet scent…taste your tart nectar sliding over my tongue. Rub your fingers all around that pretty little cunt for me, girl. Imagine it’s my tongue gliding past your swollen folds, lapping up all that sweet cream spilling from you. You’re slick and oozing aren’t you, my pet?”
“Yesssss,” I hissed.
“Dip your fingers in deep. That’s my tongue dragging in and out of your pussy, making all your nerve endings tingle and sing.”
