Sugar Rush Page 6

  It's nothing more than a stupid membership inside the inner circle of my fraternity. During rush week, I was approached and offered admission by some of the upperclassmen, which ironically included JT. He was in his senior year while I was a freshman. All I had to do was a stupid prank they chose to prove my worthiness, and I was admitted. Certain benefits came with the admission, including a coveted room inside the fraternity house.

  My prank was easy. All I had to do was spray paint some graffiti on the side of the dean's house. I chose a rival fraternity's letters, which my brothers all thought was hilarious. I got away scot-free, and after I was inducted into the frat, I got my tattoo the very next weekend.

  But what if something more sinister had been required of the other members? Was Sela's rape part of an initiation? She said one other guy had the tattoo already on his wrist, but on the other guy she didn't see one. Doesn't mean he didn't have one, but what if he was a lowerclassman and his induction into our secret society was to participate in Sela's rape?

  It's a distinct possibility, one that I didn't think had existed just a day ago. But now I don't put anything past JT. I could easily see him duping or enticing like-minded sociopaths to jump in on that plan of action, especially if everyone was high on booze and drugs.

  Sela can't remember much about the other two men involved. One had dark hair, the other pale blond. That's it, and with only that as a description, I doubt I'm going to be able to identify them through fraternity records.

  Still going to try to pull some possibilities though and see if they unclog her memory some more. That's one of the reasons I want a private investigator.

  Speaking of which, my phone chimes with the familiar whoop sound of an incoming text. I pick it up from the passenger seat, and while flicking my eyes between the road and the screen, I navigate my way to the texts.

  Robert sent just the PI's name and number.

  I tap my thumb on the blue link of the phone number and the Bluetooth connects the call. After a few rings, I get a recorded message:

  This is Dennis Flaherty. Sorry I missed you. Leave your info and I'll get back to you soon.

  After the beep, I say, "Yeah...Dennis...my name is Beck North. You were recommended to me by Robert Colling. I have a job I'd like to hire you for. It's urgent and it's big, and money is not an object. I'd like to meet with you today to discuss it."

  I leave my number and disconnect, eager to have him call me back.

  I think that before Sela and I can decide what to do about JT, we need to dig up every piece of dirt we can on him. I need to wade through the pile of scummy shit I'm sure he's been involved in and figure out what I can use to my benefit.

  And there's no doubt...JT probably has a lot of dirty shit out there he's left behind, probably not a care in the world it would ever be used against him. In fact, I'm sure he's sitting in his office right now, probably surfing the Net, maybe planning his next rape, whatever.

  The point being that I guarantee his ego would never let him consider the possibility that he can be taken down.

  I cannot wait to prove him wrong about that.

  I enter the condo and see Beck's keys on the foyer table, so I know he's home. I wasn't sure what he did today, but I know he didn't go into work. He'd said, "Sela, I can't be in the same building with that scumbag. There's no telling what I'd do."

  I understand his sentiment exactly. It's how I felt that first time I came face-to-face with JT at the mixer when I still had murder as my number-one plot to get my vengeance. I remember the actual ache inside me after looking at his evil face, the almost desperate force of willpower not to pull my gun out and shoot him point-blank in front of two hundred witnesses.

  Even without looking into the kitchen, I can sense Beck isn't in there.

  Too quiet.

  And I can see he's not in the living room.

  So I drop my book bag on the floor and head toward our bedroom. As soon as I turn down the hallway, I see his office door open with light spilling out from the late-afternoon sun that's also shining through the living room windows overlooking the bay.

  I walk softly, the navy blue suede ballet flats I had worn today falling much more silently than my squeaky tennis shoes. When I turn into his office doorway, I see Beck bent over his desk, one hand rubbing at the back of his neck while the index finger of the other hand skims over lines of a document as he reads it.

  He senses my presence and looks up at me with a worn smile as I stand hesitantly in the doorway.

  "Hey," he says as he leans back in his chair and stretches his arms above his head. He bends his neck side to side, loosening out kinks that indicate he's been hunched over that desk for quite a while.

  "Hey," I say back.

  "You can come inside, you know," he says with a quirk of his lips.

  "Are you sure?" I tease back, happy that there seems to be not an ounce of lingering resentment that I broke into this place just yesterday.

  Beck sweeps his hand toward the filing cabinet. "Dive in if you want. No secrets."

  I chuckle and step into his office, walking around his desk and coming to a stop beside his chair. He swivels it to look at me. "School good today?"

  "Yeah, all good," I say as I look down at the document on his desk.

  "The Townsend-North operating agreement," Beck says with a grimace. He waves his hand at it. "Hell, you should read the damn thing. I've been over it ten times. My attorney's looked at it. Not a single damn thing in there that I can use to get him out."

  I ignore the document. There's no sense in me reading it if Beck and his attorney have. Still, I have to ask, "Does he own the majority of the company?"

  Beck shakes his head. "We're fifty-fifty. He contributed start-up capital, which he's already paid back from the first profits. I put in the technical expertise, and got paid an amount equal to his start-up capital. Now we divide everything in half. All major decisions have to be bilaterally approved by both of us."

  "And has that always happened?"

  "No. He's made a few bad investments without running it by me. But they were minor and ended up being good tax write-offs."

  "So you can't use that?" I prod.

  "Nope. Not good enough, but I'm meeting tomorrow with an investigator I'm going to hire to dig into JT's life. I just know that asshole has to have some dirty dealings. He's too amoral not to, and I'm hoping there's something we can use there."

  I nod in understanding, a warm kernel of security starting to blossom deep in my chest. While I went off to school today and played at being a college student, Beck's been trying to figure out how to bring JT down. While my parents have always been my champions, I've never had another single person in my life care about me to that extent. It's actually quite humbling.

  And a turn-on at the same time.

  Last night I was dead to the world and Beck slept beside me in our bed fully clothed. He's not made a single move on me since we've been back, and there's been opportunity. There was plenty this morning before I had to get ready for my afternoon classes, but he remained slightly reserved around me after we aired out all of the dirty laundry.

  I suspect I know why, and that just won't do.

  Leaning forward, I place my hands on the armrests of his chair and bend in toward him. His eyes immediately fall to my lips as they get closer to his, and I briefly see his eyes go warm before our mouths press together. I kiss him softly at first, but then slide my tongue in against his in a bold display of seduction.

  Pulling my mouth away, I take both his hands in mine and pull him up from the chair. He stands hesitantly, his eyes leery and confused. I turn and walk from the office, tugging what I think is a reluctant Beck behind me.

  Right-hand turn, and then to the end of the hallway, where I enter our bedroom.

  The minute we cross the threshold, I turn and walk into Beck's space. I loop my arms around his neck, one hand to the back of his head, and I pull him back down to me for another kiss. He doesn't hesitate an
d this emboldens me. I make the kiss deep and wet and I moan my need into his mouth.

  But I need more. I step in closer, press my body into his, and feel him growing hard against me. Even as Beck groans from the contact, his hands are at my shoulders pushing me back.

  When I open my eyes, he's staring back at me with wariness. "Are you hungry? Want to go out and get some dinner?"

  "No," I say as I drop my hand down to his crotch and palm his erection. And thank God he has an erection. I think I would curl into myself and die if he wasn't turned on by me. "I want you to fuck me."

  "Sela," Beck says in a patronizing tone that I know he just can't help, and his hand comes to cover mine. "There's no rush--"

  "But there is," I say, squeezing him. "We may have all our secrets out on the table, but there's still something standing in our way. We cannot let what JT did to me come between us."

  "It won't," he assures me quickly. "But things are raw right now. I want you to be comfortable--"

  "Are you grossed out about what he did?" I butt in.

  "What?" he exclaims.

  "Does it turn you off...knowing what he did to me?"

  "God no," he practically barks at me with agitation. "But this complicates things a bit. I don't know how you feel and--"

  "Don't," I say urgently as I go to my tiptoes. I brush my lips against his softly, and then whisper against his mouth. "Don't treat me like I'm breakable. I couldn't stand it if you did that to me. I need you to show me that you believe I'm strong, and beautiful, and as tough as bricks. If you don't believe that about me, I won't believe it about myself."

  I tip my head back, look into his eyes, and plead with him. "I need you to make me feel like I'm normal, Beck."

  "Christ," he mutters, and then his hand is grasping the back of my head, fingers fisted tight in my hair. He slams his mouth down on mine while he bends his knees, dips, and with his other arm, hauls me up his body. My legs wrap around his waist and I tilt my face to get a better angle to deepen our kiss.

  I roll my tongue against his, my fingers digging down deep into his shoulders. My hips rotate, trying to get contact with his dick and I make an odd keening noise when I can't get some friction going.

  Moving a hand from shoulder to the back of his head, I grip his hair hard and tug his head back at the same time I rip my mouth from his. We stare at each other, his eyes blazing with a mixture of lust and tenderness.

  "Don't hold back on me, Beck. Please don't hold back."

  "Sela," he rasps out as a touch of worry filters into his gaze. "I can't help but treat you as precious. That's not the same as breakable."

  "Understood. You can whisper sweet, precious words to me, but you better be fucking me hard while you do it."

  "Jesus," he mutters, and his mouth is back on mine again.

  He kisses me for all of maybe two, three seconds, then he turns his body toward the bed. Slipping his hands under my armpits, he dislodges my hold on him and throws me onto the mattress.

  "Get naked," he commands, and I don't hesitate a single second. My hands work my clothes while Beck does the same, our eyes pinned on each other. I falter only a moment when his pants and underwear come off and his cock angles upward in eager anticipation. And God...my mouth waters at the sight.

  Then we are naked and he is covering me.

  I sigh with blissful abandon as he kisses me again, urgent and desperate movements of his mouth against mine. His hands roam all over me. Gentle fingertips against my collarbone followed by a hard pinch to my nipple. His thumb pressing in slightly and dragging down my ribs, which tickles and turns me on with equal measure. His tongue in my belly button, swirling in a teasing manner, followed by a bite to my hip bone.

  Beck moves down my body and I tense up--in a good way, that is--waiting for his mouth to connect to me. For whatever reasons that I've never bothered to ask him, the man loves to work his mouth between my legs. He's so goddamn good at it he can make me come almost instantly.

  But right now, he teases all around my money spot with soft kisses and licks to my bare mound. His fingers press all around my pussy but don't slip inside. He tortures me until my hips are thrusting upward in a desperate need for more contact.

  And finally...finally he gives me what I need. Thumbs peeling me apart and a swirl of his tongue in a figure-eight pattern over my clit.

  "Yes," I groan, my back arching up off the bed.

  Beck's entire mouth closes over me and he groans in delight when he sticks his tongue inside me as deep as he can get it, lashing it side to side within me. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I'm on the verge of splintering.

  "Sela," Beck says softly, and I lift my head to put hazy eyes on him.

  He stares up my body at me intently. "You see this?"

  Beck dips his head and strokes his tongue up my center. Pulling it back into his mouth, he licks his lips in an exaggerated fashion.

  "This right here," he says, giving me another lick and then staring back up at me. "This is mine. There is nothing down here but you and me. Sela's pussy and my mouth, and that's the only thing here. Doesn't matter what happened in the past. That's done and it's gone. Completely gone. Just your beautiful pussy and my mouth, and well...eventually my cock, but that's all there is here. All there ever will be. I don't see anything in front of me other than a stunning woman who's body belongs solely to me, and when I look upon it, I know without a doubt it was created for me. Nothing before me matters, you understand that?"

  I blink my eyes hard to fight back the tears that want to well up. His words are coarse and beautiful, sexy and sweet. Only a man such as the one between my legs right now could talk about cock and pussy and make it almost sound like he's saying he loves me. My heart thumps in adoration.

  "Tell me you understand so I can make you come and then fuck you hard," he says with a grin.

  "I understand," I tell him with a tender smile.

  His eyes soften and he mumbles, "My pussy," before he descends back on me again.

  My orgasm comes quick and hits me hard, and it's a product more of his words than of his touch, but I revel in it all the same.

  "That's it," Beck whispers as he presses kisses on my stomach while he crawls back up my body. He's in control and fluidly raises one of my legs with a hand to the back of my knee, presses his cock right to my entrance, and surges up and into me.

  "Ooohhhh," I moan over the thick invasion deep inside of me.

  "Christ, that feels good," Beck says with his mouth pressed into my neck.

  His hips move, his cock slides back, almost to the tip. Beck lifts his face and stares at me before surging in again. He bottoms out inside me hard and grunts out his pleasure from the feeling.

  Back out again, slow...measured...deliberate.

  Eyes connected to me.

  Slam.

  Back into me again.

  His actions are leisurely, his gaze is tender, and his cock is dominating.

  It's exactly what I needed to assure me that Beck doesn't see me as a victim. His mouth between my legs and his declaration of possession was what I needed for Beck to assure me I was still as beautiful to him as ever, despite the perverted things done to my body ten years ago.

  Beck continues to pull out slowly, ram back into me with bruising reclamation. His pace picks up only slightly, but his fucking of me is deliberately possessive. His actions speak to me loudly, and as he pushes me closer and closer to another orgasm, I feel my heart becoming more and more enslaved to him.

  We'll work this out...whatever needs to be done about JT.

  But that's a side issue right now.

  What's more important is what we have between us, and I vow that's where I'm going to put my attention from this moment forward.

  I lean my elbow on the kitchen island counter, the fingers on my other hand moving over the track pad on my laptop to pull up my calendar.

  "Move Thursday's ideation session to week after next," I tell Linda, who is listening in via my p
hone lying on the counter in speaker mode. "Cancel tomorrow's meeting with JT and just ask him to email me the proposed business and marketing plans. We don't need a meeting for that."

  "Got it," she says over the speaker. "What about the second round reviews of the video component? Programming is slated to begin changes on Monday."

  "I'll work on those remotely," I tell her.

  Hopefully, remotely means far, far away from here if I can convince Sela to be impulsive with me.

  "Anything else?" Her tone is sharp and brisk. She's in full executive secretary mode.

  "Yeah," I say as a thought strikes me. "Why don't you take the rest of the week off too."

  "Just because you won't be in the office doesn't mean there's not work to do," she chides me.

  "Yeah, well, I say you can ignore the work and take the time off," I counter.

  "We'll see," is all she says, but I can hear the smile in her voice. "Let me know where you're going and I'll make the reservations for you."

  "Thanks, Linda," I say before reaching over to my phone and disconnecting the call.

  As I grab my cup of coffee beside my laptop, my eyes land on Sela, who's walking into the main living area. She gives a big yawn and scratches the skin on her belly, which is peeking out beneath the hem of a tight tank she wore to bed.

  "Why are you up so early?" she asks, her voice still heavy with sleep.

  And let's face it. She didn't get much last night, as we had a few days to make up for in the sex department.

  I'm not going to lie...that first time was all kinds of awkward at first. Rationally, I knew Sela's rape was years ago, and she had clearly moved past many of her hang-ups. There's no doubt that in our time together, she was giving herself fully to me and enjoyed it as much as I did. Hell, just the way I can make her come so hard and fast was a testament that she was comfortable and trusting with me.

  But still...scabbed wounds get scraped open and start bleeding, so you handle the body with care. Same goes for emotional wounds, and my instinct was to tread delicately with her.

  Sela felt differently though, and I'll admit, her position made sense. She didn't want me stroking her with kid gloves. She wanted to feel alive and normal.

  She wanted to feel.

  So I felt her up nicely. Fucked her three times last night, feeling her up in between. It reminded me of the night she sucked my dick in the limo, swallowing me down and searching for more. That night we were rabid for one another.