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“You were watching me,” she said with smug pleasure.
Even though Brett welcomed a return of her teasing, as opposed to her nervous fear, he gritted his teeth, needing answers more right now. “Just answer me, Allie.”
“No.” Her shoulders slumped, and she faced toward the window. “Who’s doing this to me?”
He barely heard her whispered question as he parked in front of her apartment, but it made him wonder if she’d suffered harassment other than her vandalized car and tonight’s incident. If so, whoever was tormenting her might not be associated with Casey’s, like he’d assumed.
“Allie.” He touched her arm, and she swung around to look at him in startlement, as if she’d forgotten she wasn’t alone. “Are you having trouble here at home, or anywhere else besides the club?”
“No, just some neighbor kids pulling a harmless prank the other day. They’re known for getting into mischief when they get bored.” She paused with her hand on the door handle then spoke with a catch in her voice. “Will...will you come in for a minute?”
“I planned to,” Brett assured her, not about to walk away without making sure she was okay.
In the dim light next to her door, he saw how her hand still shook as she inserted the key, a sure sign she was still suffering from her scare. He turned as she opened the door, hearing the troopers park her car. Both waved with a nod after tossing him the keys then drove away together before he followed Allie inside her apartment.
“Here are your car keys.” He set them on a table to the left of the door as she came toward him holding two glasses. She hadn’t wasted any time pouring herself a shot of fortitude. “Thanks,” he murmured, waiting as she tossed back her drink before he did the same.
“Thank you.” She took his glass and padded over to the square kitchen island to set them down. Without turning around, her voice so low he could barely make out her words, she pled, “Please don’t go.”
Allie’s soft, wobbly plea hit Brett with a sucker punch to the gut, so unlike her previous flirtatious come-ons. He needed to get out of there before he caved to the desperate appeal in her voice, but she turned her stricken face around then walked back over, the raw, emotional need to block out her terrorizing experience revealed in her clinging gaze.
The lack of her usual confidence threatened to undermine Brett’s good intentions and put him on the defensive. “This is not a good idea, Allie. If I stay, there’s a chance...”
She pressed her hand over his groin, the warmth and pressure of her palm filtering through his jeans, stalling his breath. “God, I pray there’s more than a chance, Brett.”
He swore, wondering where his iron clad control was when he needed it the most. Placing his hand over hers, he stated in a firmer voice, “I’ve told you, you’re not my type, and now you’re shaken and vulnerable...”
She cut him off, pressing harder against his cock. “Do you only sleep with your type?”
Frustrated, more because she had a point, he snapped, “Would you quit doing that?”
“What?” She glanced up, the spark of mirth in her blue eyes a welcome change. He much preferred her amusement to her devastation.
“Interrupting me with your warped logic.”
Allie sighed, her look turning serious. “Relax, I’m not your wife, motivated by greed. You can leave when you’re done with me, and my heart won’t suffer.” She leaned into him, squeezing his semi-erection. “Please,” she begged again, her lips feathering along his jaw. “Take me over, give me something else to think about tonight. I promise, tomorrow I’ll be just fine. Nothing gets me down for long.” Resting her forehead on his sternum, she whispered one more time, “Please.”
The ache in her voice, so opposite from her usual cajoling and teasing, was his undoing. A man could only take so much, regardless of trying his best to stick with what was right and decent. Backing her against the wall, he pushed her hand away from his already throbbing flesh, shackled her wrists above her head with one hand, and rucked up her skirt with the other.
“Remember, you asked for this.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she panted as he yanked her panties down and slid two fingers inside her clasping pussy. “Just do me, already.” Allie punctuated that demand by thrusting her pelvis forward, pushing against his pumping hand.
Brett’s deep chuckle sounded devious even to his own ears. “You don’t call the shots, little one. I’m not one of your groupies, easily led around by my balls.”
“You’re telling me.” She groaned, leaning her head back and closing her eyes as he circled her clit. “You’ve really made me work for this, Brett. Oh God, don’t stop.” She shuddered in his hold, the stark ache portrayed on her pale face revealing the depth of her need brought on by the scare she’d suffered tonight.
Brett pulled his hand back, tugging her clit then thrust deep, hard enough to bring her to her toes on a low moan, repeating the plunges three times. Unable to resist, he covered her mouth with his, relishing the soft cling of her lips sliding over his. Allie opened for him and welcomed his exploring, stroking tongue. Her velvet-soft pussy muscles quickened around his fingers, her moan echoing in his mouth. Wrenching his mouth from hers, he breathed above her trembling lips and stared into vivid blue eyes drenched with a need he could no longer resist assuaging.
“Go over, Allie. Don’t think about anything except this.” He took her clit between his fingers and milked the swollen, tender bud, watching her closely until she splintered apart.
Slick muscles clutched at his fingers with tight, rhythmic contractions, her orgasm spewing a copious amount of cream to ease his pummeling thrusts when he released her clit. She rode his hand with rapid pelvis gyrations, her hands balling into fists above his hold around her wrists. By the time she came down from the quick high and he pulled his hand away from her quivering body, both their chests were heaving, her face soft and sated as she slowly lifted her eyelids.
That look alone could strip a man of all rational thought, but, when she added another plea, he didn’t bother trying to deny her. “Please tell me you’re not done with me.”
“Not yet.” No, she’d pushed for this, and Brett would give her what she needed tonight, but there was no way he could look down at that expressive face while she climaxed around his thrusting cock. Taking hold of one hand, he pulled her over to a plush sofa and turned her to face it. “Kneel on the couch and lean over the back.”
Allie obeyed his command without thought, her body still vibrating with uncontrollable desire as she knelt on the couch, her mind still grappling with the shock of what had to be a deliberate act of malicious intent. Why and who were unanswered questions that would have to wait. She couldn’t fathom why Brett had come to her rescue, but, as they’d neared her home and she started shaking at the thought of the long night alone ahead of her, she’d been unable to let him go. His presence was a desperately needed lifeline to help her cope with the trauma stages of victimization.
