Bats in the Belfry Page 4

  All of his six-foot three frame loomed over her, with his lustful gaze clawing at her skin. She remembered him as the man Lane was ogling in the elevator last week. Back then she wasn’t paying attention to him, and neither was he to Lane or he would have noticed. As much as she liked the Mohawk on the last guy, this guy’s short black hair appealed to her too. His square jaw and smoothly shaven face, with amazingly full lips and dark eyes was her new fascination, and it helped that he was looking at her like a melting ice-cream cone.

  He wore jeans and a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his muscled arms as they still encased her against him. “Now, you’re not the trusty bartender?” she rasped trying to catch her breath as her breathing had suddenly gone from zero to one hundred. No man could have made her done that without sucking, biting, or licking some part of her first.

  “Nope, aren’t you lucky?” Cocky, but she could live with it.

  “Tell me about it.”

  “Turn around,” he ordered, his demanding sexy tone turning her body into a puppet. She never took orders from anyone, but from him, she couldn’t help that her body had a mind of its own. His hands held her tighter while he pressed his body against her back, and started moving. She followed his lead, the feel of his movements connecting them like magnets telling hers to want more, to take more, to devour him.

  They danced, the songs changed, she didn’t know how long it lasted with him grinding his hardening dick into her ass practically begging her to rip his clothes off, but she was desperate to be alone with him, to see what he could do once out of the watchful eyes of the club.

  When he’d had enough, he spun her to face him and leaned into her ear again. “You coming with me?” And that was all it took. How could she say no when he was exactly what she came here for. They moved through the club, with his hand on her lower back guiding her toward the exit, and once outside, a white Ferrari caught her attention. He pulled keys from his pocket pressing the button to unlock the doors, and opening the door for her to get in.

  Thirty minutes later, they exited the car outside The Castle Hotel. She got out when he came around handing the keys out to the valet. The doorman greeted them goodnight pulling the door open into the quiet lobby. Stepping inside, he grabbed her hand and strode toward the elevator with purpose.

  Pushing the call button, Olivia stood next to him with his thumb moving across their connected fingers. She didn’t particularly like holding hands with anyone especially someone she had just met, but somehow found it surprisingly comforting with him. “So, who are you?” she asked pretending to be clueless. “Clearly you’re some big shot with your fancy car, nice hote—”

  “If you think you’re getting money from me sweetheart let me clarify… I don’t pay for sex,” he said with a glowering gaze.

  Taken aback by the blunt statement, she stepped back as if he'd slapped her in the face. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, first of all don’t call me sweetheart,” she said sticking her finger in his chest. “Secondly, let me remind you that you were the one that approached me in the club and brought me here, and thirdly I am not a whore.” Her voice lowered an octave the closer she moved before placing her arms around his neck. He didn’t seem fazed. “I just like sex and if I want sex I take it. No strings attached…no money involved Mr...”

  His lip twitched, eyes holding her gaze. “Taylor, Castell Taylor.”

  “Taylor. Now do you think you can stop insulting my integrity, even though I don’t take it personally and we can get down to why I’m actually here?”

  With a touch of a smile on his lips her pussy clenched the more she took in his gorgeous face. When she felt his hand come around her head, pulling her hair back so her neck jutted forward for his lips, she moaned closing her eyes.

  “You have quite a mouth there…”

  “Olivia,” she mumbled breathlessly blinking them open. With a sharp intake of breath, Castell pressed his lips on her neck, but paused gazing down at her. Her smell, that smell of coconut and melon, took him away far far away.

  It couldn’t be her he thought, as he lifted his head gazing over her face. Her eyes opened and they were the same translucent brown, her hair was the same wavy mess of red strands, right against her nose was a small mole one he had taken note of from the moment she smiled at him. It was her. She looked exactly the same only a bit older, but it was her.

  Olivia watched his knitted brows flex with an expression she couldn't understand. “Olivia…” he mumbled as if testing the word on his lips. “Olivia, is this the real color of your hair?”

  His question caught her off guard. “Why is that important?” She hated people asking about her hair as much as she hated them calling her by the wrong name. Her hair was a unique shade of red, that grew out of her head that way. It was so bright sometimes she thought it reflected her devilish ways.

  “Just is, so humor me. Is that the real color of your hair?”

  She pushed out of his grasp, and moved to the other side of the elevator. Had he finally made the connection, she thought. Did he realize who she was? “What is it with you guys and my hair. You’re like the hundredth guy that’s asked me that. It’s real okay.”

  “No need to get pissed about it.”

  “Well I am. Fuck I should just chop it all off, but then it would grow back the same color, so maybe I should dye it.”

  He grabbed her hand pulling her back into him. “You wouldn’t dare and don’t curse. I hate hearing beautiful women curse unless I’m fucking them.”

  “I’ll do whatever the hell I want. Who the hell do you think you are?” she scowled, when he moved his lips above hers before pressing a soft kiss to them.

  “Say it again and when we get inside, I’ll show you exactly who I am.”

  “What makes you think I’ll be staying?”

  Blessing her with a seductive grin he whispered into her ear before giving it a small bite. “You’ve made it this far why change your mind now, Sweetheart.”

  Grabbing the back of his neck along with the massive erection she'd been dying to touch since she felt it growing against her leg, her eyes flared with lust and anger. “Don’t call me sweetheart because trust me when we get inside, you’ll see what happens.” The space ignited with sparks of intensity when his lips claimed hers. This was unreal she thought. This connection between them was something she had experienced only once in her life, and it was by a man she thought she'd never see again. But his name alone was a sure-fire indicator, that this man was the asshole she knew him to be. All these years of watching him from afar, and they were finally in the same atmosphere again.

  Like a burning flame hot against her lips, his tongue entered her mouth claiming her, devouring her until she couldn't breathe. She had met her match once again, and this time it was going to end differently.

  The elevator dinged and the doors opened when they both pulled away. Olivia traced her bottom lip with her fingers with a perplexed expression as Castell strolled out into the penthouse. Did she believe in coincidences? She was sure she didn't, but this had to be some freaky good shit if they had found each other again.

  She walked into the penthouse living room when Castell was pulling his ringing phone out of his pocket. “Castell…yeah…you have to ask my father. He’ll unfortunately be in charge when I’m gone.” His conversation drifted as he walked into another room leaving her alone.

  She walked further into the lavish living room, fingers grazing the surface of fine soft leather, and shiny expensive granite. The penthouse suite was as big as any other you would expect, with furniture in rich creams and whites to match the gray walls. The only thing that stood out to her was the art on all the walls. They were bright, colorful, and happy abstract pieces that made her want to look at them, stare at them even, if you had that kind of time. She thought if she were a gold digger, she could totally clean him out with the amount of valuable things she saw before her, but alas she still had some morals.

  P
assing it all, she walked toward the glass doors that led out onto a balcony. Outside, the cool air engulfed her as she took a seat on one of the two lounge chairs looking out toward the city. Felicity wasn’t big, but it was big enough. Just outside of San Francisco with its population nearing around 70,000 it was a decent place to live. Looking at it from so high up made her like it a little bit more than she usually would. It even made her think about things she didn’t like thinking about. Like for instance, him.

  He was a mystery, one she had to solve, and one she was having ideas of spending the night with. That was one of her rules, never spend the night at a man’s house and never let any of them spend the night at hers. She couldn't afford it. Sleep was a trigger that would quickly send her boring counterpart to the surface, and that wouldn't end well.

  Unfortunately, the same thing that drew her to him years ago was still there, and made her want what she could never have. He was a hard man to forget, and who would want to forget a memory like that. The door opened behind her as he stepped out, his body occupying the chair next to her. “What are you doing out here?”

  “Nothing really. Checking out your beautiful view.”

  He held out a glass she hadn't noticed he'd been holding, with his own moving toward his lips. “Well, was it the view that brought you here or me?”

  She took a small taste, almost nothing at all before placing the glass down. “The view of course,” she replied not wanting to express any real feelings. She needed to rid her mind of these ridiculous thoughts of the past. Maybe she was being paranoid.

  He exhaled taking a sip. "It is beautiful. It's one of the reasons why I own this place."

  "You live here full time?"

  "Yeah, most times. I travel a lot for work, so I don't get to spend as much time here as I would like. But it's home for now."

  "Lucky you, to have all this at your finger tips." She turned her head to face him. "What is it that you do anyway?"

  He smirked and stood while pulling her against his chest. Licking his lips and with downcast eyes, Olivia followed the trail his tongue made, wishing it were hers. “Did you come here for me to recite my resume, or did you come for something else." His expert hands slid down her back and cupped her ass under her skirt. "Now are you going to come inside and let me fuck you like I promised. Or are we going to sit and chat about the...view."

  She had to admit, he was fucking good at deflecting, and she was fucking greedy for anything he was about to do. “Now why is it that you get too use such bad words and I can’t?”

  He grinned bending forward and kissing under her ear, while his other hand worked the straps of her top down her shoulders. “Because when I say it, it gets you wet and so turned on you want nothing more than to hear me say it again." He kissed her neck with the hand on her ass working its way under her panties. Of course she was wet, who wouldn't be wet with the way he was working his tongue and now his fingers. “And again.” She took her arms out of the straps allowing him to pull it over her naked breasts. “And again.” Bringing one nipple into his mouth he sucked hard causing moans of pleasure to ripple from her mouth. Releasing it with a pop he straightened with a devious smile on his lips. “But when you say it, it just pisses me off.”

  Pulling herself out of the haze, she cleared her throat. “Hmm, well that’s just too bad because I like saying fuck and if you don’t like hearing me say fuck well, let’s just say I like it ruff.”

  “Noted.” Pulling her inside where she climbed his body like a tree, she forgot everything, because quite frankly who would want to remember anything anyway.

  ***

  It was primal, like a lion attacking a gazelle, rough as he took her to his room and tore off the remainder of her clothes. Once they were both naked, he lavished her body with heated kisses before licking and sucking at every piece of exposed skin. When he made his way down her body and between her legs, he opened her up with an eager tongue admiring every inch of her beautiful flesh before licking his lips and diving in.

  She moaned and begged while he sucked her clit, swiping his tongue between her folds, drinking every drop of sweet nectar she had to give. He felt her quiver before grabbing his hair trying to keep him in place, because she was about to come, but he pulled away.

  Panting heavily, her skin sleek with sweat as he reared up, thrusting all the way in. He wasn't small, and the moment he knew he hit the right spot she went crazy, clawing at his back and screaming his name for all the world to hear. It was beautiful, this girl now woman, who had been a part of his nightmares for so long was now taking his cock and everything he had to give. Who would have thought faith was real, but here she was like a bitch in heat screaming his name.

  Flipping them over, bringing her on top of him, he tore into her harder and harder with every thrust. Sweat mixed with pure adrenaline, lust, and no control was all he felt. She was his, and if she didn't know that by now hopefully the marks on her skin would prove it. Her red hair cascaded around him like a sea of blood. After that night, he had dreamt about her too many times to count until she was all he thought about for years. Was she okay, was she safe, did she remember him like he did her? Now as she matched him thrust for thrust, he felt like he couldn’t go back. He didn’t want to go back to wanting her. He wanted to own her.

  By morning, there was no sign or trace of her. He was alone.

  The hunt was on.

  Five

  Monday morning….

  Lane didn’t visit her father that Friday. She had called Martha that morning and as Martha explained he wasn’t having a very good day, she didn’t feel the need to go sit with him while he stared off into space; not like he didn’t already do that when he was in good mood, it was more of the fact that she was avoiding a certain guy whose name she didn't catch. She was too afraid to face him after all that he’d said, especially when she didn’t know how to respond. He was in a mental hospital for crying out loud, what could she possibly say?

  She was never good in the guy department. Always too shy to make a move, or too drunk to remember. She wasn't good at holding her alcohol, which was why she avoided it. The few times she was forced into drinking, she either woke up sore in the nether regions, or had bruises she couldn't explain. That was why she always made her feelings for Dillon nonexistent. She was too afraid of rejection, or the fact that he’d use her and throw her away like all the other girls he bought home. Mystery guy probably wasn’t anything like Dillon though. Maybe a bit of head issues, but he did seem nice, and she liked nice.

  Once again riding the elevator up to the seventeenth floor to meet with Kate the human resource assistant, Lane blew out a short breath while running a hand down her red fitted skirt. Her white silk long sleeve blouse showed the right amount of cleavage, which in her case was none. If she could button it to the neck she would, because men were too focused on her breast. Yes, they were big, yes they were out there, but she had a brain and it wasn't in her bra.

  With another breath she checked her reflection in the mirrors and straightened her skirt again. She already had the job and was confident enough to do the job, but was nervous to see Mr. Taylor again. Standing in the elevator with him for five minutes almost killed her that one time, now she was required to be at his beck and call eight hours a day five days a week.

  Once she got off the elevator, she walked over to a middle-age woman named Angie, who she had met before. Angie then guided her over to another set of doors to where a woman emerged. “Miss Bennett.”

  “Yes,” Lane stretched and took her hand.

  “I’m Kate Higgins. So nice to finally meet you.” Kate, a five-nine dark skin brunette, who only wore designer, and got her nails done at one of those fancy salons with the word, 'La' in the title beamed at her. Her shiny bob framed her heart-shaped face and her grey eyes gleamed with delight at meeting Lane.

  “Trust me, the pleasure is all mine,” she responded trying to match Kate's smile. Hopefully she had done a good job with her attempt to fit
in. Her new outfit may not have cost as much, but it looked expensive and paired well with a pair of black pumps she had in her closet.

  “Well then follow me, I’ll take you upstairs, show you around and introduce you to Mr. Taylor who should be here any minute now.” Lane blinked rapidly, then smiled completely dreading the last part of the introductory process.

  They took the elevator up to the twenty-fifth floor, and landed in what Lane thought was a Museum. There were floor to ceiling windows, huge white walls and leather furniture, not to mention lots and lots of glass. The only color came from huge contemporary portraits that hung singly on each wall. Kate walked Lane over to a white marble desk and handed her a set of keys as she explained what they were for. “This is your desk. The small silver key opens the three drawers here on your right, and the large gold key opens Mr. Taylor’s office, which you must lock if you leave before he does on an evening.”

  After showing her where everything on her desk was located, they walked down the short hall on the left and into a copy room. “The printer, copier and fax machine are over here,” she said before they walked into the room directly opposite. “This is the kitchen. Coffee machine is over here, cups are in the cupboards, and the fridge is stocked with anything you’ll need to entertain clients, such as water and juices. If you run out of anything call downstairs to inventory, and they’ll get you what you need.” She then led Lane down the hall on the right. “And this is the conference room, and the bathrooms are just to the end of the hall." She pointed.

  When she was finished, they both walked to the front desk where she picked up the phone dialing 2161, pausing to listen. “Yes, Mr. Taylor sorry to disturb you, but your new assistant is here.” Lane hadn’t noticed the man in the office opposite them, because the glass that was once clear was now frosted grey. He must have came in while she was on the tour. Kate nodded then placed the phone back on the receiver before coming around to stand next to Lane, who was beginning to sweat when they turned in the direction of his office.