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  Pulling away from her kiss, I slowly slid one of her new boots off. My eyes never left hers as I went for the other boot as well. I rubbed my hands up her thighs pushing her dress up to her hips. Never in my life have I seen such a beautiful sight. Her dark hair cascaded around her making her look like the fucking angel she was to me. I watched with fascination as her chest heaved raggedly with each breath of anticipation. My cock strained to escape my pants as she squirmed with her need for me.

  Reaching up under her dress, I grabbed the edges of her black thong and tugged it down to the middle of her thighs. I then leaned forward and kissed the insides of her thighs, this time between her panties and her sweet spot. Her entire body shivered at my kisses. Taking the thong between my teeth, I slowly dragged it down past her knees until it dropped to the floor.

  I looked up at her with hooded eyes and she gazed down at me with eyes blazing passionately. Not able to wait, she yanked her dress up over her head, tossing it aside. Coming back between her knees with my body, I reached both hands behind her and unclasped her black bra, freeing her breasts. Then I tossed it away and leaned forward to suck a nipple into my mouth. She gasped and latched back on to my hair.

  I spent my time worshipping her body with my tongue. She was my everything, and I’d missed this so much. Even though I knew she wanted to get to the chase now, I wanted to savor her. When I had teased her breasts enough that she was heavily panting, I leaned back up to give her a breathtaking kiss. She began sucking my tongue and lips, which made me rock fucking hard.

  I slid two fingers into her very wet pussy and she cried out with pleasure. We continued kissing while I stroked her insides adoringly. Her breaths were coming out short and quick. A few more strokes against the sensitive spot within her and she finally succumbed to an orgasm that had her clenching around my fingers.

  “Please, Cale. I need you right now,” she begged as I kissed her.

  After withdrawing my fingers from her, I unbuttoned and lowered the zipper on my jeans letting them fall to my knees since I was still kneeling in front of her. Then I grabbed her hips and hauled her to the edge of the sofa so my hardness touched her now dripping wet pussy. Slowly, I slid into her, feeling her delicious body tighten around my dick.

  “Oh God, Cale,” she moaned into my mouth while we kissed.

  I broke away from her so I could look into her eyes and began thrusting quickly into her. Our eyes were locked in silent understanding.

  “I love you.” A tear slipped down her face at her admission.

  My heart felt like exploding. We could do this. We could work past our problems and be together.

  I could feel my orgasm build as she started panting faster. When it came hot and fast, spilling into her, she cried out as hers followed not far after.

  Collapsing onto her chest, I placed a chaste kiss on her breast. “Lia, I love you too. I’ll never stop loving you.”

  WOW. THERE WERE no words to describe the way I felt with him still inside me, his head on my chest. I was completely whole like this with him. I am safe. Funny how things work out. The person I was supposed to be afraid of, the one who had caused all of my fears, was the one I felt most safe with.

  I gently slid my hands along his back, wanting to touch every part of him. He is mine. “I missed you. I didn’t want to, but you were all I could think about.” My words were complete truth.

  He kissed my breast again, snaking his arms underneath me. We stayed in this embrace for a while longer before he pulled away, making me frown at his loss. He laughed at the face I made as he stood.

  “Babe, as much as I would love to stay here in this position all night long, my legs are completely asleep and my knees hurt like hell.” He reached down and took both of my hands, pulling me up to my feet. “Let’s check out the shower,” he winked.

  As we headed towards the bathroom, he slapped my ass, causing me to yelp. “Asshole!” I shouted at him, laughing. I then took off running to the bathroom, intent on locking him out, but before I reached the bathroom door, he wrapped his arms around my waist, stopping me. “Hey!” I laughed, trying to squirm away.

  When he pulled me to him, I could feel that he was hard again against my back. “Where do you think you’re going without me?” he growled into my ear, reaching up to cup my breasts.

  This man had a way with his hands. Using one hand to pull my hair to the side, he began kissing and sucking the area where my neck meets my shoulder. It was incredibly erotic.

  Ready for him again, I rubbed my back against his hardness. Now that we were free of our past demons, I couldn’t get enough of him. He slowly walked us into the bathroom until my hips were touching the edge of the cool counter. I yelped as it chilled my flesh. Gently, he pushed my body forward until my breasts were pressed against the countertop and I was completely bent over at his mercy.

  After spreading my legs with his feet, he slowly reentered my hot core, which was still wet from what we’d done moments earlier. From this position, he felt so deep within me. My legs shook as I anticipated his next move. With one hand, he gathered my hair into his fist. I whimpered when the other one slipped down and found my clit. He began rubbing circles at first leisurely. Just as I was about to order him to go faster, he swirled them around rapidly while he slowly eased himself in and out of me. The contradiction of the movements had my body spiraling quickly out of control.

  Right as I was about to see stars from my orgasm, he tugged my hair back so I could see our reflection in the mirror. His muscled chest and arms were flexing. The look on his face in the mirror matched my own passionate gaze. My orgasm finally took over and my eyes closed uncontrollably. His heat exploded inside me an instant later, and my body clenched around his length as the aftershocks of my orgasm continued on.

  “That was so fucking hot, woman.” He reluctantly withdrew from me to start the shower.

  Still bent over the counter, my knees shaking, I agreed, “Probably the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  “The night’s not over, babe. There’s still time for things to heat up.” He winked at me and then stepped into the steamy shower.

  I followed him inside and wrapped my arms around his waist so we could look at each other. “Can’t wait.”

  I’d been right about the shower—it was perfect for two people. It could have been half that size though because we were glued to each other, not even using the other half of the shower. He broke away long enough to pour body wash into the loofa and started washing my body with reverence, slowly and appreciatively. There wasn’t a single part of my body he didn’t give his attention to. This man was straight from one of Betty’s romance novels she always made me read.

  After he washed my hair, I took my turn to clean him. Running the soapy loofa over his rock hard chest, I enjoyed touching each muscle. When I got to his arm, I studied the sudsy, blond angel artwork. Instead of bothering me like it probably should, I felt comforted by it. We’d made it through hell and back—the angel was proof.

  When I looked back up at him, his face was serious. He was probably worried that I would suddenly change my mind upon seeing that tattoo. Nope, wasn’t happening. He was forever mine now.

  “I forgive you. I don’t know why. I don’t understand how. But I do. It makes no sense but I can’t live without you,” I told him honestly, looking into his glistening, blue eyes.

  He pulled me in for a tight hug and whispered into my wet hair, “I promise I’ll always take care of you. Thank you for giving me this chance, Lia.”

  AFTER A NIGHT of sleeping completely wrapped around each other, the sound of knocking on the hotel door woke us both up. I tugged on a pair of jeans as Lia hopped up and threw on a robe.

  "Crap, I think it’s my mom,” she hissed, walking to the door. “I told her everything, so this may not go well.” She bit her bottom lip nervously.

  Well shit. What a way to meet your girl’s mom for the first time.

  She opened the door to two people stan
ding in the doorway. The woman was just as beautiful as Lia. They probably passed for sisters all the time. The man was about my height and fit for his age. Their initial confused faces at the sight of me standing there shirtless quickly morphed into angry ones.

  Lunging at me, the man growled, “Motherfucker!”

  Before I had time to react, he punched me hard in the face, causing me to see stars for a moment before I gathered my bearings. He continued to punch me until I was able to push him away from me. The shouts from the women could be heard as he attempted to beat me down.

  Feeling blood running from my nose, I jumped quickly to my feet in order to better defend myself. By this time, Lia had run over to me and the other woman was trying to restrain her man.

  “Lia, you have some explaining to do,” she told her.

  “Mom, Rich…this is Cale.”

  At her words, Rich started for me again, but her mother grabbed his arm and dragged him back.

  “Look, Cale and I worked things out last night. I’ve forgiven him,” Lia assured them.

  “Hell no!” Rich roared back at her, glaring at me.

  “Please just hear me out. I’ve never been a violent person or wanted to hurt a woman. It is beyond my reasoning as to why I would do something like what I did that night. This whole thing has never made sense, but I can assure you I am NOT that person. I love your daughter more than anything. She’s my life!” My chest heaved as I tried to make them understand.

  Rich huffed at my proclamation, “Spoken like a true stalker!” His jaw was flexing as he clenched his teeth.

  Finally, her mom interceded. “If it wasn’t premeditated, then how would someone come up with duct tape in the middle of the night?”

  My mind raced at her question.

  What the fuck?

  I hadn’t even had duct tape in my car.

  “Wait a minute. What if it wasn’t me, Lia? I didn’t have tape in my car. And didn’t you say your face was covered? I didn’t have anything like that in my car!” I exclaimed, my heart pounding at the possibility of not having been the perpetrator.

  Lia threw herself into my arms, crying. “What color was your car?”

  “Red. It used to be my favorite color. Now, it’s green,” I told her. I’d had a red car then and had a red truck now, but my angel had green eyes.

  “I was in a black car. We hit a red one!” Tears were pouring down her face. “I almost lost you,” she whispered into my chest.

  The joy in my heart was overwhelming. I hadn’t fucking taken her. It hadn’t ever felt right. Nothing about the story had seemed probable. I’d seen her because she had been in the other car. I couldn’t believe the luck of it all.

  “Lia!” I burst out suddenly. “My dad got me out of a heap of trouble when I had that accident. I had been drunk driving and his reputation was on the line. Maybe he has the information on the other driver. Since it never went to the courts because Dad knows some influential people, I never heard of the name of that other person.”

  She grinned. I was just as thrilled as she apparently was at the prospect of finding the real criminal in the situation.

  I called and left my dad a message. It was in the middle of the work morning, so I was sure he was busy with a client or meeting. Once Rich and Lia’s mom, who I learned was named Cathy, realized that I wasn’t the bad guy, they became very friendly. Rich apologized for punching me but said that I needed a preview anyway if I was going to date his daughter and, if I didn’t put on a shirt, he was going to drag me out of the room. His overprotectiveness of her was admirable. Cathy seemed truly excited for her daughter to finally be in love.

  Cathy and Lia were inseparable. I’d always known they were close from having heard Lia talk of her mother, but seeing them together was nice. We were just finishing our room service breakfast and coffee when my phone rang.

  “Hey, Dad. Did you find anything out?” I questioned. Everyone had quieted down, listening to my end of the conversation.

  “Son, yeah, I sure as hell found out some information. The other vehicle that Lia was in belonged to a Samuel Vickerson,” he huffed out.

  “What the fuck!” I boomed into the phone.

  All three of them looked startled. Lia seemed especially worried at what was happening.

  “Even worse, Son. Sam made bail yesterday.”

  No fucking way.

  How is that even possible?

  It made a whole lot of fucking sense though. Sam had apparently been stalking her for God knows how long.

  YESTERDAY, THE JOY of finding out Cale hadn’t abducted me was overshadowed by the discovery that it had instead been Sam, who was now on the loose. We said our goodbyes earlier that morning to my mom and Rich. After getting the bomb dropped on us by Steve, we went on to try to enjoy the rest of the day and last night together.

  The plane ride back to Texas was long. Both of us were lost in our thoughts, but we were still inseparable. It was like we were now invisibly tethered to each other—not that I minded one bit. I never wanted him to leave my side ever again.

  When we left the airport and headed back towards Jonestown, it was dark. I was completely exhausted from the events in the past week.

  “I want us to go to the police tomorrow morning and tell them the whole story,” Cale stated, his mind obviously in the same place mine was.

  “Yeah, but there isn’t much they are going to be able to do. He was so hard to pin down the first time. It took him nearly…” I trailed off, not wanting to finish the thought.

  He growled, obviously completing the thought in his mind. “They’ll catch him eventually.” He didn’t sound very convinced though.

  I really hoped that, after nearly getting in a lot of trouble, he’d move far away to avoid the police. A girl could dream.

  After finally arriving at Cale’s, we sleepily got out of the truck and retrieved our bags. He stopped me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Everything will be okay, Lia,” he promised.

  But when we got to the front porch, my heart started beating wildly out of control. A box with “Lia” scrawled across the top was waiting for me.

  “Hell no!” Cale snarled, dropping his bags to rip open the box.

  I peered over his shoulder. There was broken glass and a pair—my pair—of Louboutins from the night of the abduction inside. I could feel my knees shaking as he pulled out the note.

  My eyes felt weighted as I struggled to wake up. I must have been really tired after the flight because I felt drugged.

  Wait. Why can’t I wake up?

  Slowly, I forced my heavy lids open, taking in my surroundings. My head was throbbing. I was in a car, riding with someone. A strange feeling of déjà vu washed over me as clarity was fighting to surface.

  Oh no. No, no, no!

  My nightmare had finally come true.

  This time, not only were my hands bound behind me, but my feet were also tied together at the ankles and knees. This could not be happening.

  I looked over to see Sam driving like it was normal to have a victim tied up in his car. Tears rolled down my face as I whimpered. He turned to glare at me for a second before turning back to watch road.

  “Well, well, well. Look who decided to wake up. I missed you, Lia.”

  I started to cry harder but quickly realized that it was a bad idea with my mouth taped shut because I could barely breathe. When he noticed that I was struggling, he reached over and ripped the tape from my mouth. As freeing as it felt, it also hurt like hell.

  “Sam, why are you doing this to me? Please just take me back or let me out right here. Nobody has to know. You can go somewhere and the police will never find you. Please let me go,” I pleaded with him.

  He laughed—actually laughed at me, which made me understand I would never get away from this psycho. “You know, Lia, I gave you many chances to remember, but you STILL can’t after all this time. Was I that invisible to you?” he snapped.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sam,
” I told him tearfully.

  “God, you were always such a BITCH!” he yelled at me, causing me to recoil in fear.

  What the hell is he talking about?

  He acted like we went back further than just three years.

  “What were you getting your degree in before you decided to fucking quit college?” he demanded angrily.

  “Finance,” I squeaked out, unsure where this was going.

  “And was there anyone in practically ALL of your classes that you ignored and treated like a piece of shit?” he spat.

  God, I am so confused!

  As I tried to quickly recall a Sam from my classes, I drew up blank. Then it hit me. Vick was a guy in several of my classes. He was a total weirdo with his long hair always in his face. His glasses weren’t the cute kind, and he almost always wore a hoodie over his head. Vick had completely creeped me out back then.

  Once, he’d actually asked me out. When I was about to tell him, “No, thanks,” Jessie chimed in, laughing at him, “Get lost, loser. She doesn’t date people like you.” I was embarrassed at her statement but thankful he left me alone after that.

  Sam Vickerson was Vick. Ugh. Everything made sense. Well, except for why he was so obsessed with me.

  “Vick?” I asked.

  He smiled at me, no longer angry looking.

  Okay, my only chances of survival would be to try and keep that smile on his face. “Uh, Sam—er, Vick—why did you take me?” I asked, genuinely needing to know the answer.

  “Because you belong to me,” he said simply.

  My heart was racing. If only Cale were here…

  Where is Cale?

  Last I remembered, we were looking in that box.