Beautiful Force (15 page)

“I hope all three of them burn in Hell,” Allison gasped. “Oh, Channing...this is so awful. You tried to undo what those rat-asses did.”

“Beating the pulp out of him didn’t help the girl, not to mention, I faced some pretty hefty charges too. That I think I still owe. Allison, I did a lot of damage to that man’s face. I wanted him to pay for what he had done to this young woman. He deserved worse then facing my wrath. That monster is still walking around free. I feel it. He will strike again. One day I will catch up with that monster.” 

She shook her head in disbelief. “This is awful. And there’s no way you can prove what he did to the police, can we—you had your chance years ago. I’m so sorry this happened to you…and to her.”
 

“Yes, you’re right. If I could have one wish,” he paused, and choked on his words. His throat constricted, and it was clear that his emotions were getting the best of him.
  “If I could, I would go back and undo that one day. I hope she is okay. If only I could tell her that I am sorry,” he whispered, a deep sorrow burned in the pit of his stomach.

“We are both such a mess.” Tears fell from Allison’s eyes; she inadvertently rubbed the tiny silver necklace that Channing had giv
en her earlier. Allison closed her eyes for a long moment. 
I wish God could undo both of our mistakes.

“No, I’m not a mess anymore. When Elena begged Jace to never see you again, I knew I had to do something to stop you. This was my second chance, a lesson learned from my haunting past. I also realized how I hurt women too. This could be a lesson that serves for the betterment of both of us. God only knows how many women I used to boost my own ego, then tossed them aside, as if they didn’t matter. I was only a degree better than those son
s of bitches that raped that young girl. In my case I had permission to take these women, but in the end I still caused them heartache.”

“I think you’re being
too hard on yourself, Channing,” Allison said his name with confidence for the first time.

She was overwhelmed by her newfound redemption. Allison slinked up into Channing’s arms, and before he knew it she began kissing him, passionately. She wanted him more than ever. Her emotions erased all feelings of being selfish. They were now equals. She now understood it was Channing’s hope that their tryst earlier would have left her spent. Opening her heart up long enough to be able to listen as a compassionate human being, not as a doctor or a seductress, but as a person with a heart. Allison knew his hope was that she would learn from this experience. That his control over her would make her realize there’s more in life than controlling others. He wanted her to be the great doctor she had planned o
n being years ago and a better person someday. She wanted today to be that someday. 

“Please, Allison do you understand what
could’ve happened because of what we did here earlier today. Everything we do in life has a cause and effect. Elena gave her all, and we stole from her. We used her husband’s body to satisfy our own selfish pleasures.” 

Allison pulled back. She had a puzzled look splayed on her pout. “Yes...I understand but—”
 

“Allison, I’m not Jace, and when I go home tonight Elena will know that we were together. I can’t do this to her. It will break her heart all over again. She will pick up on your scent—no matter how many showers I see fit—you’re not the kind of woman that a man can hide with a bar of soap and wash down the drain.”
 

Allison sighed and struggled to make complete sense of why he was pushing her away now. Despite her desire to make love to Channing, she could feel the warm sensation in her stomach turn to knots. She was confused and, for the first time in her life, she felt love, real sacrificing love for another.
 

“What should we do Channing? I know our connection is real now. Trust is something I have feared for years. And even though you frightened me today, I feel the walls around my heart opening,” she confessed, placing her hand over her
left breast. Tears streamed down Allison’s face. They were authentic teardrops, not like the fake ones she had conjured up many times in her life in order to get her way. “Please believe me,” she begged.

“I do, Allison,” Channing said, wiping away her tears, tenderly.
 “But I can’t bare hurting Elena. I need to get back into my own body.”

Allison did a mental calculation. Still, his story defied all explanations of logic and science.

What did he look like before?
Allison wondered. It didn’t matter; she loved him. If believing that he was some kind of lost soul made her insane then so be it. She would join the world of insanity. Anything it took to be with Channing.

“That’s so crazy Channing, but I believe you, completely. And you’re right. Elena will know we were together. A woman can sense when a man has been with another woman. But the truth is, I want you—a chance for us. You have helped me see the error of my ways. And if your story is true that your body is lost—your body!” she gasped. “I still have no idea exactly what you are
; perhaps an angel. It doesn’t matter. I believe we are meant to be together. I hope you can forgive me for pushing you today.” 

“I did the moment I saw you. You didn’t have to twist my arm. There was something about you
that was so familiar that I—guess we’re kindred souls.” There was a look of despair in his eyes.

“What? Is there something you’re not telling me?” asked Allison.
 

Channing shook his head. “Have we ever met before?”
 

“Well, not before you entered Jace’s body, if that’s what you mean. Trust me, I would remember you. There’s never been a man before you that has stretched me beyond my limits, emotionally, mentally or physically like you have done today.” She grinned with a ghost of a sexual innuendo settling in her eyes. Then flashed on the large bulge in the crotch of his jeans.
 

Channing gazed at her blankly. Something was gnawing at him.
 

“Allison I don’t know who or what I am either. I’ve lost myself literally,” he sighed. One corner of his mouth twitched upward. His dimple deepened on that side. “I know I am—was a terrible man, and I hurt many people, just as you have done. Perhaps you can help me as I have you, Elena and Jace...now that I have come to terms with my past, I believe I can find my way back to my body. I have paid pence by helping three people. And now that Jace and Elena are healing, the universe will grant me—no, us another chance. I believe this and you must too. As for Elena and Jace, I’ll deal with them. Don't you worry, okay?”

“Yes, but what can I do to help you?” 

“You have already helped me Allison, more than you will ever know.”
 

“But—how?”
 

“You gave me more time.” He winked, raising one brow. “As for Elena, she knows in her heart that Jace is incapable of cheating on her. I believe their love is powerful and will survive. Before I go in search of my body, I will explain to her that you put me on some new meds that helps a man when he’s feeling inadequate and the pills worked.  I will promise Elena to never see you, again.”
 

“No, what if I never see you—” Allison realized this was no longer about her and Channing. “I guess it has to be this way,” she said, holding back the tears that crested on the edge of her eyes.
 

“Allison, come Hell or high water...if I can’t get back into my body, I will never forget you. And, if I can, trust me...I will return to you.”
 

“I understand...I will look for you on every corner, Channing. As long as I am alive...I’ll wait for you,” she promised, hiding her face in the crook of his neck and released her tears.
 

“Allison, you must listen to me. As far as Jace goes, when I leave his body...I need you to agree to see him one last time. And, I mean one last time,” Channing narrowed his baby blues, raising a brow. “If he remembers what happened here today tell him it was a dream, I feel confident that you can convince him of that.” Channing winked.
 

Allison leaned back, cradling his unshaven face in her palms. “Yes, I can do this but—oh, Channing I need you. I’m not sure how I’ll go on without you—I need you now.” She flushed, pressing her listless body into Channing’s broad chest. “What if I never see you again?” The pain of that thought wrenched in her body. This was so unlike Allison.
 

Her hair flung over Channing’s shoulder. The scent of her waft
ed into his senses; she smelled delicious. He felt his manhood straining against the weight of her petite frame upon his lap. 

“I suppose it won’t hurt to borrow Jace’s body one last time, until I find mine,” he said in a husky, raspy voice and stared at her deeply, leaving that decision up to Allison.

Chapter fourteen

There was no need for words...

A devilish grin splayed on Allison’s face as she seductively unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time. Her eyes gleamed with lustful thoughts.

Channing’s mesmerizing eyes darted to the firm cleavage that she slowly revealed. Her soft linen blouse flung open, encompassing her tiny torso.

He leaned in and kissed her décolleté.

Allison and Channing unbridled their passion. Channing’s mouth came crashing down on Allison. He kissed her furtively. Their hands danced over each other’s bodies.  

Allison pulled back and peeled up the hemline of her skirt. Channing’s eyes traced her every move as her hands disappeared, beyond his sight, beneath the fabric of her skirt. Allison spread her legs as wide as she could, and then she began seductively massaging her hidden feminine treasures.
 

“I think it’s my turn,” Channing whispered lowly.
 

He pushed up, balancing Allison onto her feet. His six-foot three frame hovered over Allison as he unzipped the back of her skirt, allowing it to puddle at her ankles. Channing kissed her feet.
 

“You have the sexiest feet I have ever seen,” he said, gleaming up at her, trailing his way up the length of her slender, toned legs.
 

Allison slinked back down onto the armless chair, inching her ass to the edge and widened her thighs once more, exposing her blooming flower.
 

Channing
’s eyes washed over her nakedness from the waist down then narrowed his gaze in on her shaven femininity. 

Being so exposed to Channing increased Allison’s salacious desires.
 

Allison watched him intently as he unfastened the straps on her stilettos, carefully placing her shoes off to the side. He then lowered his face into the apex of her thighs.
 

She trembled with the anticipation of his touch. There was no hesitation on Channing’s part. He moved easily, caressing her, adoring her, feasting on her sex with his mouth in full gear.

His tongue parted the opening of her swollen folds, nibbling on her slowly and then picked up the pace. She could feel moisture gathering at the gateway of her vagina. The sensation of his vibrating movements sent shock waves of heat throughout her entire body. Moans filled the dimly lit office. 

Channing inserted his fingers deeply into her wet tunnel. Allison whimpered beneath his touch. He tapped lightly on the upper wall of her inner core. This caused her to inadvertently tighten her vagina muscles around his digits. He slowly tantalized every inch of her lusty sex and fucked her with his fingers, as he tasted her with the tip of his tongue.

Allison rocked her pelvis against his mouth, melting into the lustful chaos. Her movements increased the climatic tension that built inside of her. While keeping her toes hard-pressed to the floor for more traction, she rested her head over the low back of the small chair. Their ecstasy heightened to another level. She slowly lolled her head from side to side. The pleasure peeked. She quivered with every new ripple of fervor that he unleashed within her.

His hands skated around her hips balancing their movements. An intense rush of arousal washed over Allison. Unbounded ecstasy surged through her veins. She bathed her eyes on Channing and fisted her fingers through his thick dark hair.
 

“I want to feel you inside of me. Oh God, I can’t take it anymore,” she begged. “I love you—your cock.” Allison swallowed hard at the realization of her words. The connection between them was more than sex this time. It was untainted and pure, something she had never experienced before.
 

Channing flashed a delicious glance, a look of knowing. He wanted more of her too. The feelings he felt were unadulterated. They were two lost souls that found each other.
 

“I need you,” Allison cooed.

“I’m here,” Channing whispered, pushing to his feet. Oh, he needed her too. He needed to flex his massive cock in her swollen embrace. He needed to feel the pulsation of her fury tightening around his ten-inch cock. He needed to feel her heart next to his. 

Channing stood above her and unbelted, unzipped and removed his jeans. Allison clawed at him helping to quickly remove every stitch of his clothing that he failed to remove.