Secrets (A Standalone Novel) (A Suspense Romance) (15 page)

“Can you just tell me where we are going? Please,” I
begged Gunner. He finally looked at me, but he still didn’t respond. It was
like there was a big secret about where we were going. Obviously I didn’t know
what was going on; I couldn’t tell anyone where we were even if I was asked.
Why wouldn’t they just tell me something?

“We will be there shortly,” Gunner said.

Then he patted my hand with his. The gesture of
kindness overwhelmed me and I started to cry. Everything over the past few
weeks had been so emotional.
At
that
moment I sat in a vehicle with three men I didn’t know and was so overwhelmed.
I couldn’t take it anymore and I continued to cry.

What had happened to my life? I had been living a nice
boring life where I remodeled my family home and took photos in my spare time.
Now I was in the middle of murder and mystery that I didn’t want to be in the
middle of. Yes, I liked Chris. Yes, I wanted him to be alright. But I didn’t
want all the rest of this. It was too much for my fragile emotions and I needed
it to end as soon as possible.

Gunner reached out and held my hand and squeezed it.
He didn’t say anything and neither did the two men in the front of the vehicle.
But his kind gesture erased my concerns that he was some sort of double agent.
I could tell he genuinely wanted me to feel more comfortable and certainly wanted
me to stop crying. Didn’t all men hate crying? It was that universal thing
among all men. They loved their women but hated the emotions that often took
control of them.

I took a couple deep
breaths
and did my best to calm myself.

I wanted to be strong. The last few weeks and
everything that had gone on with Chris had brought up so many past emotions of
Michael. When I lost him in that car accident a few years before, it had
changed my ability to cope with so many more things.

We were north of Chicago now, at least I thought, and
exited the interstate. We moved quickly through some side streets and onto a
country road. Again, the driver seemed to know exactly where he was going. He
also did not care that the dirt road was not meant for going 60 miles per hour.

We pulled into a driveway to a very large Victorian
house. It was in the middle of nowhere and the sign at the front of the
driveway read
Sweet B & B
it
seemed like a very odd place to be with an SUV full of combat men. Their
special forces
type skills did not fit with the sweetness of
a bed and breakfast. I didn’t really know what their skills were, only that
they were some sort of tactical team, but I thought they all had pretty similar
skills to Chris.

I watched as we pulled up to the back of the house and
the driver got out. He went into the house and then motioned for the rest of
the men to come in.

“We are
here,
”
Gunner said as he got out of the SUV.I waited for a moment and then he opened
my door. I stood there for a minute before I followed the men inside. I
obviously wasn’t being held prisoner as none of the men seemed to care that I
looked around the house and made mental notes of everything I could before I
went inside. Gunner waited at the door for me as I came up the front steps full
of trepidation.

I breathed in deeply and walked into the house. It
looked like an old bed and breakfast; everything was
outdated
and very run down. It wasn’t a current, working business
that was for sure. The
entryway
was
covered in huge flowered
wallpaper
and
there was a large chandelier hanging from two stories above. Stairs curved
around from one side of the room to the other as they made their way up to the
second level.

I stood there and took in everything and then felt
like someone was watching me. I turned around and saw a man standing in what
looked like the sitting room. He looked very
familiar,
but my brain did not register who it was at first. The man was dressed in old
clothes and had shaggy dark brown hair with a thick brown beard. I looked at
him and he looked at me. He smirked and it suddenly hit me.

“Chris!” I said and ran and wrapped my arms around
him.

He kissed me and the
roughness
of his beard rubbed against my face. I had never kissed someone with a beard
before and it was an entirely new sensation for me. My lips moved gently around
his and I tried to avoid feeling his hair against my lips. Our tongues moved
with each other and then I noticed that there were four guys in the room behind
Chris. They tried not to look at us but awkwardly looked at one another.

“Hey babe,” he said and he grabbed my hand and we
walked to the dining room on the other end of the front entryway.

He looked tired, more than tired; Chris looked
exhausted. I could tell he had been busy and I didn’t need to ask him more
about what he had been busy doing. It was very apparent that he had been busy
trying to figure out who had found his home and tried to attack him there.

“I was worried about you. Then Gunner punched Robert
and made me go with him, I didn’t know what was going on.”

“I got word that they were stalking your house and
looking for me. I didn’t want someone else to grab you so I sent Gunner and the
guys. Sorry if it scared you.”

“Robert tried to attack Gunner and got punched. He
probably has already called the local police. I’m sure he thinks I was
kidnapped
by someone.”

“Don’t worry, we will straighten it out.”

I couldn’t argue with him. He looked like he hadn’t
slept in weeks. He held my hand and we walked up the stairs to the room he had
his things in. It looked like he had just arrived
at
the house because nothing was unpacked. I noticed a bathroom off
to the side of the room and a small closet on the other side. Probably out of
habit, Chris looked through both parts of the room before he pulled the covers
back on the bed.

He was about to get into bed and I grabbed his hand.
He was filthy; he obviously hadn’t showered or slept in a long time. But I knew
he would feel better if he took a shower. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to
the bathroom. He came
with
me
reluctantly.

His normal, arrogant
self
was
gone and instead, a gentle and kind man stood in front of me. He
didn’t have the energy to be
tough. Instead,
he stood there and let me unbutton his pants and slide them off of him.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head and
then took the rest of his clothes off. He stood there without talking and just
waited as I turned the shower on and got it to just the right temperature. I
opened the door and nudged him into the shower and dirty brown filled the floor
as the water washed over his body.

I took my clothes off and got into the shower with
him. I grabbed a bunch of
shampoo
and
filled my hand. I let it pour onto his head and I scrubbed his hair and even
his beard with it. I used my soapy hands to rub up and down his body and clean
as much of the dirt off of him as possible. Chris stood there with his eyes
closed as my hands moved over him. I turned him around and let my hands
continue to move over his back and down his legs. Then I reached around and let
my hand maneuver his cock. I could feel him let out a breath when my hand
wrapped around him and he leaned forward against the shower wall to steady
himself.

I didn’t keep going
though.
Instead,
I let my hands move around his body again and rinse off all of
the soap that I had applied. I used the warm water and moved it around his body
until all the dirt looked like it was finally gone.

The muscles on his body were beyond that of any person
I had ever seen. Even though I had seen them and touched them before, his body
still kept me in awe. It was like every single muscle was at its peak. As my
hands moved over his calf and
thighs,
I
didn’t feel an ounce of fat. His body was almost pure muscle. My hands moved up
to his ass and I felt the power of his
glutes
as they formed a perfectly round ass. Then I moved up to his back and let my
hands glide over all the muscles that extended around his torso.

Suddenly he turned around and kissed me.

The passion in his eyes made my body melt. Chris
pinned me up against the side of the shower and let his hands move over my
body. His fingers lingered over each of my nipples and then moved around to
grab my ass and pull me toward him.

I felt his body enlarge as he pressed up against me.
My hand instinctively wrapped around his cock and moved up and down as I
enjoyed his throbbing member. My breath quickened
with
desire
.
The warm water lapped against my skin and his hands moved smoothly over the
water to all areas of my body. I closed my eyes and took in the moment.

He seemed to have gotten a sudden burst of energy and
turned off the shower and threw open the curtain. He grabbed a towel and
wrapped it around his waist and then lifted me up out of the shower. I dripped
water everywhere as he brought me to bed. He took his towel off and laid it on
the bed and then threw me
onto
the towel.

His eyes devoured me as he stood over me. The
animalistic look in his eyes was more than I could take. I broke his gaze and
turned away. Chris climbed into bed next to me and I prepared myself to be
taken by him. I wanted him to ravage me. I wanted to feel his hard cock
thrusting inside of me. I wanted to moan out in pleasure with each thrust that
he delivered.

He lay on his side and pulled my ass up against him. I
felt his hard cock resting in the crease of my ass cheeks. We lay there in the
spoon position and he wrapped his arms around me. The exhaustion must have
gotten the best of
him
because he kissed
the back of my neck and pulled the covers up over our naked bodies.

I loved that he had the will power to wait. Instead of
some half-hearted love making, he was man enough to lie next to me and got to
sleep. That was admirable and something I doubted many other men would be able
to do. I didn’t mind at all, not making love. It felt so good to have his arms
wrapped around me. Each of his long, strong arms made their way around my body
and almost back to him. I felt like a small little thing next to his massive
muscles. But I felt safe. No matter what else happened in the
future, at
that moment I felt safe and that was
all that mattered.

I closed my eyes and was set to get some sleep, but it
just wouldn’t come. Chris seemed to have a very rough sleep, and I wondered
what he dreamed about. His body jerked and moved throughout the night and woke
me up several times when I would drift off to sleep. He seemed to be having
nightmares and fought off bad guys while he slept. I finally found a period
between his nightmares when I was able to fully fall asleep. My body was exhausted
and I felt it release into relaxation as I fell fast asleep.

I woke up to a hard shove and I was thrown from the
bed onto the ground. I screamed out in shock and grabbed my face. It took me a
moment to figure out what had just happened and I looked around to get
oriented. I was all the way on the ground on the other side of the bed. I
really didn’t know how I had gotten that far over, but I felt like I had been
it really hard in the face. I looked up at Chris and he had woken up from my
scream.

It
took
us both
a couple moments before we had
figured
out what had happened. He had thrown me from the bed in the midst of a
nightmare and his hand had hit me on the side of my face. The pain was intense,
but I didn’t cry. I had never been it before. It took me awhile to realize what
the pain was. I held my hand against my face. I just looked up at Chris in
bewilderment.

Chris jumped from the bed and came to my side.

“Are you alright? I was having a nightmare. I’m so
sorry.”

“I’m fine. Just startled me. I won’t die.”

Chris looked horrified at what had happened. He pulled
my hand away from my face and looked at the red mark on my cheek. Luckily he
had been half asleep when he hit me, I doubted that I would still be conscious
if he had really hit me with all his strength.

“Oh God, Katelyn I’m so sorry.”

“I know you were asleep. It’s alright. What were you
dreaming about?”

“I don’t know someone held me down and I couldn’t
move. I was trying to free my arms and swung them around. That must have been
when I hit you. I can’t believe this.”

Chris placed his hand gently against my face as he
looked at me in horror. I could tell that he had never hit a woman before. Not
out of anger or even in an accident. He looked devastated.

I looked up at Chris and his eyes looked sad.

“I’m fine. It’s alright,” I said as I grabbed his
face.

His beard tickled under my fingers and I tugged on it
as we kissed. His passion came to life and he lifted me onto the bed. We were
both still naked, but he had a renewed level of energy. Even the disrupted
sleep he had all night had given him enough of his energy back that he seemed
like his old self. The power was back
in
his body and the light back in his eyes.

His arms wrapped around me and his eyes locked onto
mine. I felt his intensity and wanted to feel him inside of me. I reached for
his cock and let my hand bring him to life. I loved being naked with him, ever
moment of it. Our chemistry was perfect together and it felt like home when we
were next to each other. I let my hand move up and down his cock a couple times
before Chris pulled my hands away.

He wasn’t about to let me be in charge, he pinned my
arms above my head. His lips took one of my nipples into his mouth and I lost
all control. The warmth of his mouth sent tingling sensations throughout my
body. I had missed him so much. It had only been a few
weeks,
but the touch of his body and mine together was perfection.
I wanted more. I needed more. I needed Chris to be with me every night. I
didn’t want to be apart from him again.

I wiggled my
hands free
from his hold and moved them to explore his body. I wanted to feel his skin. I
wanted to take it all in again.

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered as my hands moved
through his hair. Chris didn’t respond. He grabbed my hands and pinned them
back above my head. The intensity in his eyes showed me that he missed me too.
His throbbing cock slid near me and he teased me by moving in closer and closer
and then he pulled his hips away from me.

I moved my hips and searched for his cock. I pressed
forward as I tried to meet up with him, but he prevented it. He wanted to
control this situation and wasn’t about to give me the satisfaction that I
desired so dearly. He moved close to me again and let the tip of his cock slide
into me, I moaned with anticipation as I felt his bulge. He denied me again and
pulled his cock away from me. He loved to deny me, it was a power he had and
used with pleasure.

My eyes met his and I could see a smile under his
rough beard. The edges of his eyes curled up in pleasure as he noted my desire
had built more and more to have him inside me. We continued to look at each
other as his cock slid into me ever so slightly. I wanted him all the way. I
needed all of him inside of me, but I couldn’t show how much I desired him. I
leaned up to kiss
him,
but he pulled
back.

Then in one swift motion he slammed his cock deep
inside of me. I let out a moan and closed my eyes as I took him in. It felt so
good to have him fill me up. The girth of his body fit perfectly inside of
mine. It was an intense feeling that I longed to have more of. I longed to have
more of Chris.

“Open them,” Chris commanded.

I didn’t know what he meant at first, but then I
opened my eyes and looked at him. That was what he wanted. He wanted me to look
into his eyes as he moved inside of me. I didn’t feel comfortable with looking
at him while he was inside of me. I felt awkward at first as I looked at him,
but then a level of intimacy that I had not felt before rushed over me. He
didn’t hold back as his hips thrust hard into me. I moaned and tried to get my
arms free, but he wouldn’t allow it. I felt like I couldn’t keep looking at him
and I tried to look away, but each time I did, he ordered me to open my eyes
again.

“Look at me Katelyn,” Chris said in a seductively calm
voice.

His voice felt like silk and I got wet with each word
he spoke. His eyes looked at me with desire and I knew he wanted more than just
a quick fuck in his bed. I felt more from him. I felt him there with me. He let
go of my arms and I moved them to his back. I held onto him as our bodies moved
in time with each other. Thrust after thrust I felt my body building up to an
explosion. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feeling.

Chris put his hand on my cheek gently. The same cheek
that was now swelling up from his hand hitting it.

“Keep them open, I want to see your face when you
cum,” he said.

His voice was firm and full of desire. I could tell
that watching me cum was going to excite him a lot. I decided to just go with
it. I pushed down my own insecurities and looked Chris right in the eyes. I
held on tight to him as he thrust his body into mine. I bit my lip as the
tingle of an orgasm started deep inside me. I moved my hips hard against his
and wanted more. I wanted the eruption. I needed to feel the explosion and was
going to keep my eyes fixated on Chris’ and let him watch my face when the
moment happened.

Faster,
harder,
and our bodies finally met at just the right moment. He thrust into me and I
let out a scream of desire. I used everything I had to keep my eyes opened and
looking at his eyes. It made the orgasm so intense. I held on tight as he
continued with a couple thrust and watched as my body shook with delight. I
arched and moved against his body as the orgasm made its way through my body.
More and more I wanted, so I kept moving my hips against him, Chris met my
movements with his own thrusts and soon I had come as much as I thought was
humanly possible.

I let go of his body and my arms collapsed onto the
bed in exhaustion. I finally closed my eyes and felt his lips kiss mine and
then moved to my cheek. Chris slid off of me and lay there; his fingers traced
the curves of my body as I continued to feel the aftershock of orgasms flow
through me. I tried to keep looking at him but my eyes were getting tired.
 
I felt his arms wrapped around me and it was
the safest I had felt in weeks. I started to drift off to sleep. This time, I
was not concerned at all about Chris. My body was exhausted and needed sleep
desperately.