danced in my pocket, so I pulled it free.
“You on the road?” the voice asked.
“En route; now you’re up.”
The line went dead.
Adler watched Emily like she was a slice of meat, and he’d whine and look over at me every so often. I could feel his worry, and I knew this was a risky move. One I couldn’t have pulled off alone.
I hated the clothes she was in. They were too big for her slim frame. She needed to be in silk, something that would make her eyes pop.
I shifted in my seat. Yes, silk would feel nice under me. I glanced down at her drugged body. Her head rested on her arm, and her shirt was soaked from the wet bathing suit she wore underneath.
I hated that she had to be drugged; limp bodies are not my thing. Although obsessions are.
At a stop sign, I hooked my finger into her top and yanked it down so I got a clear view of her breasts.
I slowly unzipped my pants and freed myself. My hand ran over the tip, spreading the product of my arousal all around it. I jerked it a few times before I reached over and fisted her hair. Just as I was about to jam myself into her pretty little mouth, I heard a helicopter.
“Fuck!” I slammed the truck into drive and peeled forward.
***
Seth
I sat in a light blue waiting room with a large window that overlooked the front of the building. Garrett watched as more cameras were set up and the reporters hoped to get a glimpse of something. Little did they know this story was sealed so tight that Emily’s doctor had to sign a non-disclosure agreement before he was assigned to her.
My knee bounced up and down and my fingers gripped the vinyl arm rests. Every time someone walked by the door, my heart jumped. I glanced at my watch. We had been waiting for over three hours. I’d seen every single staff member at least a dozen times. If I had to hear that damn page for Doctor Cruz one more time, I might just kill someone.
“Connors.” Michaels watched me. “Should you call her mother?”
Garrett made a face at me. They didn’t know Jenny.
“No.” I knew Emily would be upset if her mother knew any of this was going on. “Jenny McPhee doesn’t handle these kinds of things well. It’s too much stress for Emily.”
Michaels nodded, then leaned his head back against the wall.
“Any word yet?” Davis asked as he walked into the room. Campbell followed.
“Jesus!” I jumped to my feet in disbelief. “I didn’t know you were out yet.” I helped Davis sit next to me. His arm was wrapped in a sling tied tightly to his chest. Yet another casualty for which I blamed myself.
“I was released yesterday. Then this guy—” he pointed to Campbell, “—called me to let me know she was found. He was nice enough to come grab me on his way over.” He paused. “Seth, I’m so sorry. The son of a bitch told me he was on the case. He had a legitimate badge. He said Michaels had sent him.”
I shook my head. This was such a fucking mess. “It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t leave her.”
Garrett eyed me. I shook my head again. I didn’t want to talk about it.
“Well, at least they caught the fucker who shot me,” Davis said as he rubbed his shoulder. “He’s some homeless guy Lasko paid to do the job. No doubt Lasko’s freaked out. Now he has to resort to using desperate people to do his dirty work since Wallace is behind bars.”
“Good to see you up and around,” Garrett said and sent him a relieved look.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for a Seth Connors?” A white-haired doctor stood in the doorway.
“That’s me.” I stood and felt light-headed.
“You’re listed as an emergency contact for Ms. Emily McPhee. May I have a word with you?” He waved me outside the room where I had left my stomach to riot.
The doctor placed the file against his chest. “Are you a brother or…?”
“Boyfriend.”
The doctor nodded and looked down at the chart. “She has considerable contusions to the face, but nothing time won’t heal. Her ribs are badly
“You on the road?” the voice asked.
“En route; now you’re up.”
The line went dead.
Adler watched Emily like she was a slice of meat, and he’d whine and look over at me every so often. I could feel his worry, and I knew this was a risky move. One I couldn’t have pulled off alone.
I hated the clothes she was in. They were too big for her slim frame. She needed to be in silk, something that would make her eyes pop.
I shifted in my seat. Yes, silk would feel nice under me. I glanced down at her drugged body. Her head rested on her arm, and her shirt was soaked from the wet bathing suit she wore underneath.
I hated that she had to be drugged; limp bodies are not my thing. Although obsessions are.
At a stop sign, I hooked my finger into her top and yanked it down so I got a clear view of her breasts.
I slowly unzipped my pants and freed myself. My hand ran over the tip, spreading the product of my arousal all around it. I jerked it a few times before I reached over and fisted her hair. Just as I was about to jam myself into her pretty little mouth, I heard a helicopter.
“Fuck!” I slammed the truck into drive and peeled forward.
***
Seth
I sat in a light blue waiting room with a large window that overlooked the front of the building. Garrett watched as more cameras were set up and the reporters hoped to get a glimpse of something. Little did they know this story was sealed so tight that Emily’s doctor had to sign a non-disclosure agreement before he was assigned to her.
My knee bounced up and down and my fingers gripped the vinyl arm rests. Every time someone walked by the door, my heart jumped. I glanced at my watch. We had been waiting for over three hours. I’d seen every single staff member at least a dozen times. If I had to hear that damn page for Doctor Cruz one more time, I might just kill someone.
“Connors.” Michaels watched me. “Should you call her mother?”
Garrett made a face at me. They didn’t know Jenny.
“No.” I knew Emily would be upset if her mother knew any of this was going on. “Jenny McPhee doesn’t handle these kinds of things well. It’s too much stress for Emily.”
Michaels nodded, then leaned his head back against the wall.
“Any word yet?” Davis asked as he walked into the room. Campbell followed.
“Jesus!” I jumped to my feet in disbelief. “I didn’t know you were out yet.” I helped Davis sit next to me. His arm was wrapped in a sling tied tightly to his chest. Yet another casualty for which I blamed myself.
“I was released yesterday. Then this guy—” he pointed to Campbell, “—called me to let me know she was found. He was nice enough to come grab me on his way over.” He paused. “Seth, I’m so sorry. The son of a bitch told me he was on the case. He had a legitimate badge. He said Michaels had sent him.”
I shook my head. This was such a fucking mess. “It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t leave her.”
Garrett eyed me. I shook my head again. I didn’t want to talk about it.
“Well, at least they caught the fucker who shot me,” Davis said as he rubbed his shoulder. “He’s some homeless guy Lasko paid to do the job. No doubt Lasko’s freaked out. Now he has to resort to using desperate people to do his dirty work since Wallace is behind bars.”
“Good to see you up and around,” Garrett said and sent him a relieved look.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for a Seth Connors?” A white-haired doctor stood in the doorway.
“That’s me.” I stood and felt light-headed.
“You’re listed as an emergency contact for Ms. Emily McPhee. May I have a word with you?” He waved me outside the room where I had left my stomach to riot.
The doctor placed the file against his chest. “Are you a brother or…?”
“Boyfriend.”
The doctor nodded and looked down at the chart. “She has considerable contusions to the face, but nothing time won’t heal. Her ribs are badly
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