Wickedly Trapped, page 14
I wondered briefly if maybe Tom was behind this. I hadn’t heard anything from him since I filed the restraining order against him, but that didn’t mean he had forgotten about me. I decided I would do a little digging when I got home. It was time I figured out what was going on with him.
I went about my business of getting everything I needed for alfredo, as well as picking up some essentials. When I got all checked out and headed to my car, I didn’t have the same feeling I did earlier.
I called my lawyer on the way back home to make sure she had served Tom his papers. She confirmed that they were indeed served. Thanking her, I put my phone away and drove the rest of the way home.
I briefly thought about telling the boys about what I had felt yesterday and today but decided against it. They would probably just worry and that helped no one. Besides, I was probably imagining things.
Once I made it home and unloaded my food, I sat on the couch with my laptop, starting my search. After typing Tom’s full name into my search browser, multiple links popped up. The top one was his dealership website. Clicking on it, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. There were the usual car listings and videos with his cheesy smile on his face.
I clicked on one of the videos and watched the infomercial highlighting his new inventory. He looked like what you would think a sleazy car salesman would look like. Even going so far as to hire bikini models to hold up his “sold” signs. He went on about his thirty-point inspection and how his cars were the best deal around. I rolled my eyes when he mentioned his top-notch customer service. I had met his “first-class” employees and seen his one-of-a-kind cars. I wasn’t impressed.
Tom had always prided himself on finding junk cars, slapping a Band-Aid on them, and then selling them for a marked-up price. His employees were just as bad as he was too.
I remember when his dad owned the dealership. It was a better place to shop for a reliable car when Big Tom owned it. Unfortunately, when he passed, so did his way of doing business.
I felt my eyes widen at the end of the video when it changed into a wide pan of the entire car lot with Tom and Vivian standing side by side in the middle of it all. The last time I had seen Vivian she was bent over Tom’s desk, ass naked. Looking at her now, it looked like she had some work done. Her breasts were considerably bigger than they were a few months ago and her face looked like it was stuck in a permanent smile. I cringed. Botox was a scary thing.
I wondered if Tom had bankrolled those enhancements. I knew what he paid his employees, and it certainly wasn’t enough to cover plastic surgery. I would bet that left a bitter taste in his mouth after she left him for a different man. Karma sure was a bitch, although she had a wicked sense of humor.
Backing out of the website, I scrolled a little longer until I saw a news article that piqued my interest. The picture was of Tom, but it was actually a mugshot. I felt my jaw drop as I scrolled and read the article.
Local business owner charged on multiple counts of fraud, to be seen in court this month. Owner of Tom’s Used Auto, Thomas Hart, involved in falsifying car titles sold at business, may be facing years in federal prison for crimes committed. Court date is set for Monday, April 17th. More on court proceedings to follow.
“Holy shit,” I mumbled behind my hand. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I had always known Tom stretched the truth when selling his vehicles, but I never would have guessed he was doing anything illegal. He must have posted bail, but he was obviously going against the whole suggestion about not leaving the state.
When Tom came to my door the other night, he was so drunk he could hardly stand. This would surely explain his need to drink. If Vivian truly did leave him for another man, then he would really have nothing else to lose. The whole thing made me wonder if he felt I owed him something. His life seemed to be falling apart, and it had started when I left him. A shiver ran up my spine at the thought of him taking his unfortunate luck out on me.
Hitting the back button, I searched for more on the case. Before I could get too far, the lock on my door jiggled. My breath caught in my throat before I slammed the computer shut and jumped off the couch.
Had Tom come to finish what he started the other night? Staring at the door, I wondered if I should call the police or try to find something to defend myself with. Just as I was thinking of making a run for my bedroom, where I could barricade myself in and call the cops, the door opened. I bit back my scream as Reid walked through the door.
I released my breath in a rush and practically ran into his arms. His breath left him in a huff with the force I hit him with.
“Well, that’s one way to welcome me home.” He pulled away long enough to look at me. “Are you okay, Kate? You look a little pale, are you going to be sick?” he asked, concern written all over his face.
I looked up at him and opened my mouth to tell him what I had discovered but stopped myself with a shake of my head. I had barely even started to date these men and I was already going to bombard them with my problems? I didn’t want to scare them off so soon. It was bad enough Reid already had to defend me from my ex, he didn’t need to hear any more of my drama.
Reid was staring at me now, searching my face for an answer. “What is it, bunny?”
I looked at his chest and then back up to his face, trying to give what I hoped looked like a brilliant smile. “I just— I wasn’t expecting you back so soon and you scared me. I was going to have supper waiting when you guys got home, and I must have lost track of time.”
He was still looking at me skeptically like he didn’t quite believe me. I pushed up to kiss him, trying to get him to leave it alone. I felt him holding himself back for a beat like he was still going to push the issue. I swiped my tongue along his lip, silently begging for him to drop it.
A thrill jolted through my body as he pulled me closer and sank into the kiss. I nibbled on his lower lip as he grabbed hold of my ass and rubbed his erection against me. Conversation avoided successfully.
“God, I missed you today. Do you know how hard it is to go to work smelling like you and be able to concentrate?” he asked as he pulled away from me.
Before I could answer, he picked me up and walked further into the apartment, depositing me on the kitchen island to more fully devour my lips.
By the time he let me go, I was so needy, and I whimpered a little at the loss. He laughed as he looked down at me. “I need to shower before we do any of those dirty things playing around in your mind, bunny. And I heard you mention something about food?”
I laughed as I hopped off the counter. “How does my famous chicken alfredo sound?”
He leaned down for another quick peck. “That sounds like heaven.” Then he turned me around to face the stove and smacked my ass as he walked away. “Make my food, woman.” He chuckled as he walked toward my bathroom.
“Caveman!” I called after him playfully. And just like that, I forgot all about Tom as I focused on making my men their meal. Whatever his problems were, they were just that, his problems. If he hadn’t ruined our marriage, then maybe I would have been able to help him, but he burned that bridge years ago.
I busied myself preparing our meal and put it out of my mind. I was just about to drain the pasta and add my sauce mixture when Reid emerged from the bathroom, looking like my wet dream. He only wore a towel slung low around his muscular waist. He was drying his hair with a smaller towel. I watched as the motion rippled across his damp abdomen. The flowing tattoo across his pec was almost hypnotizing to watch as he flexed from the motion of his arm. His hair was mused when he lowered his towel. It lay messily over his forehead, partially blocking his eyes. I had to catch my drool before it dribbled down my chin.
He grinned when he looked up at me. “Do you need any help with that?”
I looked down at my hands and realized I was still holding the pot above the sink, poised to dump my noodles in the strainer. Clearing my throat, I found my voice. “You are very distracting. Go get dressed.”
Turning back to what I was doing, I managed to drain the noodles and added the sauce and chicken into the pot.
I felt Reid come up behind me before he spoke. “Are you trying to tell me what to do, bunny?” he asked before he bit my earlobe. “You let me know how that works out for you.” He grabbed my waist and turned me around to face him. I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as his lips crashed down on mine.
The kiss was domineering, to say the least. He shoved his tongue in and demanded mine to move with his. I moaned into his mouth as he caught my hand and led it to his erection. “Do you see what you do to me, bunny? I go all day with a soft cock, and the moment I see you, I’m painfully hard. Stroke me,” he commanded with a long groan as I gripped him under his towel.
I squeezed hard and pumped him from tip to base as I leaned in to kiss and lick his chest. He clearly liked what I was doing as he pushed into my hand. Before I was ready, he jerked away from me, tucking himself back into his towel.
“Don’t you worry, you’ll get up close and personal with that part of me later. I don’t want to be the one responsible for you burning food,” he said before he turned and headed back down the hallway to my bedroom.
Smiling to myself, I turned back around and continued cooking. Five minutes later, I was pulling the garlic bread out of the oven when Heath came through the front door. I set the bread down and walked to him. He enveloped me in his arms and kissed me from my lips, down to my neck, and back up again. “Hello, sweetheart. It smells amazing in here.”
After detangling myself from him, I headed back to the stove and started to serve our food. Within minutes, we were all seated at my table enjoying our meal and discussing our day. I omitted everything I had discovered about Tom. Instead, I talked about Emily’s books and all I had to do to get ready for tomorrow.
The boys and I laughed as they shared stories about things that happened at work. The feeling of sharing our day with one another felt so domestic, it made my heart squeeze a little.
After supper, the boys ushered me to the living room as they insisted on cleaning the kitchen up. Before long, we were all seated on the couch, watching some mindless TV show. I was seated in the middle, of course, and we all shared the same blanket.
I wasn’t sure who started it, but somehow, we all ended up tangled on the floor, the show long forgotten. I didn’t see how it was fair that I was the one who was completely naked and they were still halfway clothed, but they assured me it was. I had lost count of how many orgasms they had given me by the time they flipped me to my knees.
I watched with lust-filled eyes as they both stripped out of their clothes and proudly stood in front of me. I licked my lips as they both stood there with their hard lengths pointing at me.
Heath was the first one to step up, offering me his cock like a particularly juicy lollipop. I grabbed him with one hand and sucked his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue. “I don’t think I will ever get used to your mouth, baby,” he said with a long deep groan.
I smiled around his cock at the praise. Reid stepped forward a moment later and pulled my face toward him. I continued to stroke Heath as I gave Reid the same treatment. Switching back and forth between the two, alternating sucking and stroking. I gave them little moans now and then, letting them feel the sensation.
They were both breathing heavily when they pulled away. Reid sat down on the couch and motioned for me to come closer. I settled between his legs and started licking him from base to head again. I felt Heath come up behind me and grab my ass, lifting it so he could have access to my pussy.
Heath pushed into me with a forceful thrust of his hips that had me cursing. Reid pushed forward, pressing his length into my waiting mouth. A deep moan escaped me as Heath kept up his punishing thrusts.
“Do you like the feel of Heath’s cock in your little cunt while you suck my cock, bunny?” Reid asked.
I just sucked harder, letting that be my answer. I was rewarded when he groaned and grabbed my hair, wrapping his fist around the length.
The sounds of Heath’s groans and the slap of our skin spurred me on. Making me push my mouth further onto Reid. I bobbed my head up and down quickly, determined to take all of him. With each pass, he found the soft spot in the back of my throat, and I could tell it was driving him crazy. When I was finally at his end, his balls resting against my chin, I swallowed around him.
“Fuck!” He growled before he took control, fucking my mouth as I hollowed my cheeks and focused on my breathing.
They fucked me in tandem. When one pulled away, the other pushed forward. I could feel all of it coming to a climax when Heath’s thrusts became erratic and Reid’s breath became strained as he stared down at me. Heath reached around my hips and pinched my clit, sending me spiraling down with a moan that traveled up Reid’s cock.
That was all it took. They both pressed forward and came hard. Reid’s mouth was slightly ajar as he groaned and held himself at the back of my throat, spilling his seed. I swallowed, not wanting to lose a single drop. I could feel Heath throbbing as he shot hot streams of his release inside of me.
Pulling me back while staying inside of me, Heath brought me to his chest while Reid came forward to take my mouth. Heath was kissing my neck as he spoke to Reid. “Take our sweet girl to bed. After that performance, I think she deserved a couple more orgasms. Tie her down if you have to. I would like to see how many times we can make her come before she begs us to stop.” I could feel his grin against my neck.
I hissed between clenched teeth as he nipped me, and Reid started touching my slick folds again. “I thought Reid was the bossy one?” I asked breathlessly.
Heath chuckled, his chest jostling me. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea.”
Chapter Seventeen
“Are you about ready to go, Kate?” Samantha asked from her office door. I nodded as I jotted down a few more notes. I wanted to be fully prepared for my first meeting with Emily. I had this nervous energy about me all morning. I’d woken up anxious to get my day started.
The boys had opted to stay in bed this morning without me. Heath didn’t have to be in today, but Reid had the late shift. They’d tried to keep me in bed by pinning me down and taking turns kissing me. Both of their hands traveled south to do wicked things to my body. It took all of my willpower to push away from them and take my happy ass to the shower with a saucy smile on my face.
On a normal day, I would’ve loved to have stayed in bed with them and just spent the day finding bliss in one another’s bodies. Not today though. Today was the day I advanced, not only in my career but in my life. To most people, this lunch meeting wasn’t a big deal, but for me, it was an opportunity to seize something for myself.
Samantha had told me I could ask Emily any questions I wanted to, and I intended to use that to my advantage. I wanted to know what made her want to start writing. If it wasn’t too much, I wanted to ask her thoughts on some plots I had bouncing around in my head. I didn’t know any authors personally, so I definitely didn’t want to squander this opportunity.
Twenty minutes later, we were pulling in front of the Italian restaurant I had made our reservations at. I got out of the car with the promise to get our table and start setting up while Samantha went to find a parking spot.
The hostess showed me to our table, and I ordered three glasses of water and some bread to start. When Samantha joined me a few minutes later, the table was set and I had laid out the notes we wanted to cover for this meeting.
I could feel my phone vibrating in my purse, but I ignored it. I didn’t want to be unprofessional by texting when Emily got here. We had gotten to the restaurant ten minutes before we agreed to meet, but I didn’t want to take the chance.
It wasn’t too much longer, and we saw the hostess bringing someone to our table. We both stood as Emily approached with a warm smile on her face. She looked to be just a little younger than me, I would say no older than thirty-two. She had a head full of blonde curls and a lot of orange in her hazel eyes. The light sprinkling of freckles that ran across her nose told me she was a minimal makeup gal like myself. She wore a pair of jeans with strappy wedge heels and a white blouse with flowers on the scoop collar and flowy sleeves.
Samantha reached forward and extended her manicured hand out to greet her. “I’m so glad we could find time to meet up, Emily. Kate and I have read both of your manuscripts. I think I speak for us both when I say they’re amazing.”
Emily flushed as she shook my boss’s hand.
She looked at me as I held my hand out next for her to shake. “It’s such a pleasure meeting you. I have to say, I feel like I know you already just from reading your work,” I said with a bright smile.
Emily released my hand, and we all took our seats. “Well, you certainly know how to make a girl feel special.” She spoke with a nervous laugh.
Samantha chuckled. “Well, we know when to give credit when credit is due.”
The waiter came shortly after. We all ordered our food, and Samantha ordered a bottle of wine for the table. We made small talk while we got to know Emily. She was a very interesting person. It struck me as odd how many similarities we shared. She was also recently divorced and moved for a fresh start.
“I started writing when I was in my twenties. I wasn’t happy in my marriage, and I used it as an escape from reality. I never would have thought that I would be good enough to get published.” She was very animated when she spoke.
“I always wanted kids and my husband never did. I was really unhappy for a long time. When I finally got the guts to ask for a divorce, that’s when I decided it was time for me to try. I had already written five manuscripts while I was still married. The two that I submitted to you were what I thought were my best ones,” she said with a hopeful smile.
She was looking at me now. “So, what about you? You have the look of someone with a story to tell.”
I flushed and took a sip of my water. Was it written all over my face? I told her about my failed marriage and everything in between. When I finished, I expected the same pity in her eyes that everyone else seemed to get.
