Condemned (9 page)

Chapter Eleven

“Jesse, it’s Andie.”

“Everything okay there?” he asked.

“Better than that.” Andie could barely contain her
excitement. “Holly will explain when you get home. She’ll meet you there. We
have a way to get Brett out of this mess. Tish is lying and I’m on my way over
there. Holly insists that it’s right for me to speak with him alone first.”

“I’m not certain that would be the best course of action at
the moment.”

“Please. I need to tell him. I’m supposed to bring him to
you guys since Holly is sure you’ll find more after she tells you where to
look. Once he hears, I can’t imagine that it’ll take us long to get there.”

“The situation may not be as you’d expect.”

“You’re saying he’s drunk.”

“Nearly.”

“It’ll be okay. If he’s not completely numb he’ll realize
that what I’ll telling him will get him out of this. She’s such a scheming,
sick bitch. You won’t believe all the things that we got on tape.”

“You’re positive?”

“Yes! If I have any trouble, I promise to call you right
away. I won’t let him go after her, Jesse. Not alone and not without evidence
to confront her with. I know he’ll want to hear the tape. I just have to be the
one to tell him the first bit of it.”

“All right,” he agreed hesitantly. “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be with Brett. You know he’d never hurt
me and what I have to say will make him relax.” He could hear the smile in her
voice. “I’ll be there in a few minutes so get out, okay?”

“Right.” Jesse hung up, wondering why he didn’t share her
confidence.

“Problem?” Brett asked.

“Not really. I need to take off for a little while.”

“Relax,” Brett urged, reaching for the bottle he had just
opened. “I’m not going anywhere. I appreciate the way you’ve been hanging out
but I’m fine. You really don’t have to come back. The worst that will happen is
that I spend the night here, at the table. Nothing I haven’t done before. I
don’t need you to stand guard over me. I’m actually getting used to the idea.
It’s not so bad.”

“Glad to hear it but I’ll try to get back later anyway.
Can’t let you guzzle all this good scotch alone. If I wait until tomorrow, I’ll
be stuck with the cheap stuff again.”

“Too bad. Don’t know why I bought it in the first place.
I’ll do better next time.”

Jesse let Brett’s statement pass. Instead, he suggested,
“You could call Jordan while I’m gone.”

“I’m not that used to it yet. Stop nagging, Jesse. I think
Tish’ll be doing plenty of that soon enough.” Jesse raised an eyebrow in
response. “I’m not ready yet, okay? I will soon just not tonight.”

“Brett…”

“Don’t you have someplace you need to be?”

Jesse nodded slowly and again, hoped that Andie knew what
she was doing. This tape she referred to better be good. And Holly had lots of
questions to answer.

* * * * *

“Now what?” Brett muttered as he headed for the door. When
he found Andie he groaned. “You just missed him.”

Andie kept the door from closing and walked in. “I’m not
here to see Jesse. I want to talk to you.”

“I can’t imagine what we have to talk about.”

“I know what’s going on.”

“Great.” Brett snorted with disgust as he stomped toward the
kitchen. “Go away, Andie. Your boyfriend gave me all the lectures I can take
for one day.”

“He’s not my boyfriend and I’m not here to lecture you.”

“All the more reason for you to get out of here.” He took a
swig straight from the bottle.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Andie stepped closer.

“Back off, Andie. Don’t push me.” He spun around and slammed
the bottle onto the counter.

“I just want to talk,” she said as she put her hand on his
shoulder.

“Don’t,” he growled.

“Don’t what? Why won’t you turn around?”

“You say you and Jesse aren’t together. He said the same
thing. I don’t want to talk to you. No, that’s the last thing I’d do with you.”

“This is ridiculous,” Andie declared as she moved to his
side at the counter. “Brett—”

“Get the fuck out of here! While you still can.”

“Brett.” Andie’s frustration was beginning to show. “I’m not
going anywhere until you pay attention to me. Now—”

“Attention? You want attention? My attention?” He faced her.

“Yes. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. You need to
listen so I—”

“No. The last thing I need is someone else who expects me to
listen.”

“But I have to tell you—”

“Shut. Up,” he snarled as he backed her into a corner. “You
say you want my attention, well, you got it.”

“Good, I—”

“I said shut up. No talking. If you’re staying you have to
keep quiet.”

“But—”

“No buts, wench. Now nod yes or no. Are you and Jesse
involved, I mean more than friends?”

She shook her head no.

“Is there any other guy I don’t know about in your life?”

No again.

“You still want my attention?”

Yes this time.

“You gonna keep your mouth shut until I tell you to open
it?”

Yes.

“You sure you wanna be here?”

Yes.

“With me?”

Yes.

“You didn’t come for Jesse?”

“Brett,” she tried to answer and found his hand over her
mouth, pressing her head against the wall.

“Damn it, you agreed. No talking. Now answer me. Did you
come here for Jesse?” Andie shook her head no. Brett noted the uncertainty in
her eyes but chose to ignore it. She said she wanted him and wasn’t with Jesse
who’d gone out of his way earlier to explain how they were strictly friends.
That meant that she was fair game. Shoving all thoughts from his tortured mind,
Brett leaned closer. He lowered his head. His eyes burned into hers, not
letting her blink. When he captured her wrists in his hands, he saw a flash of
wariness and it was obvious she was fighting not to struggle.

Not pausing, Brett claimed her mouth. Savagely, he forced
his tongue between her teeth. Clasping her hands in his, he leaned fully
against her, feeling her body with every inch of his. Brett’s mouth devoured
Andie’s ruthlessly, demanding more with each passing minute.

As if needing more contact, he forced his thigh between her
legs. Shifting his hold on her hands to just one of his, he moved his other arm
between them. Roughly, he pawed her breast. He shoved her feet farther apart,
trapping her against the wall with his hips as he frantically groped her soft
flesh.

Brett felt her yield. She wanted this as much as he did.
With that thought, he knew he wasn’t stopping until he got more. She was giving
and he was taking. Grabbing the neckline of her blouse in his fist, Brett
yanked. The buttons flew as the material split. He jammed his hand into her bra
and cupped her breast without ceasing his assault on her mouth. His mind
screamed for more. His body demanded it.

He wrenched his mouth from hers and lurched downward. As he
fastened his lips around a lace-covered nipple, he could see how pink and
perfect it was, even without unveiling it. He shifted to the other side,
nipping when he reached it.

So perfect. Soft, pliable breasts with hard hot nipples.
Just right for him to chew on. Even better for him to suck on. Hard, she seemed
to like it hard judging by her needy whimpers. God, she was hot! How the hell
had he overlooked this side of her before? When he heard a moan, Brett glanced
at her face. Her head was tilted back, against the wall. Her eyes were closed.
Her lips were parted. Brett wrapped his fingers more tightly around her wrists
which were the perfect size. He could hold both in one hand without really
crushing them.

Brett bit her earlobe as his fingers found the button at her
waist. Too impatient to ease it through the hole, he tugged, sending it to the
floor with the ones from her blouse. The zipper offered even less resistance.
He stepped away from her only long enough to shove her pants over her hips.
Licking a path from her ear to her mouth, Brett plunged his tongue back into
her waiting mouth. He kissed her even more fiercely than he had before. As he
stole her breath, his hand covered her mound. Damn if her pussy wasn’t already
drenched! He rubbed her through the lace of her panties, noticing the way she
was squirming against him. When she tried to free her hands, he abruptly raised
his head to glare into her startled eyes.

“Don’t move,” Brett ordered, clearly expecting her to obey.
Andie’s labored breathing was her only response. “Good wench,” Brett praised as
he reclaimed her mouth. This time, he nipped at her bottom lip between the
thrusts of his tongue. When she arched against him, he pulled away. “No.” He
wasn’t going to let her do anything other than stand there and let him take
what he wanted. “Close your eyes,” he demanded, pulling his hand away from her
heat until she did. “Keep them closed.”

For a second, he questioned what it was that he was doing
before banishing the thought from his mind. She showed up, uninvited, and
demanded his attention. She was only getting what she asked for. She was
moaning and squirming against him. She wanted this and he was more than willing
to give it to her. Brett trailed his finger from Andie’s mouth down her side,
purposefully avoiding contact with her breasts. Look how those nipples stood
out even more! They were begging for his mouth. Too bad. They’d just have to
wait. He had other things in mind at the moment.

Going lower with each pass, he traced circles on her stomach
while studying her reaction and knowing she was fighting to stay still. When he
ran the tip of one finger just inside the elastic of her panties, he could feel
how much she wanted him to touch her. Suddenly, he understood something that
must have been in the back of his mind all along.

“It was you. Those emails.” Andie nodded her head but kept
her eyes closed. “Is this what you wanted?” He slid one finger along her
crease, pushing lightly against the material that covered her. She nodded again
as he heard her breath catch. “You want more, wench?” He stroked a little
harder as her head bobbed. “Want me to get rid of these sexy little panties?
Want me to slide my hand in here against your bare flesh? Want me to part you
with my fingers? Want me to fuck you with them? You’re already wet. You want
this, don’t you? Say it!”

“Yes,” Andie gasped with her eyes still shut.

“Yes what?” Brett stopped moving his hand. “Tell me or we’re
done here.”

“I want you to touch me.”

“Where? What do you want from me?” Brett couldn’t squelch
his need to push her.

“Between my legs. Me, not through my panties. I want you to
push your fingers into me.”

Her words urged him onward. Unable to resist, he ripped the
lace from her. Roughly, without preparation, Brett forced a finger inside her
wetness and stopped. “There you go,” he said, watching her face as she gasped.
He was sure she would break if he remained motionless.

Interesting. Brett didn’t know how long they stood there
before it dawned on him that she was waiting for him. He really did hold all
the power. “Was there something else?” Andie nodded. “Tell me.”

“I want you to move. I want to feel you stroking in and out
of me.”

“Ah, so you do want me to fuck you with my fingers. Do you
also want me to let you come?” he asked harshly, a piece of his mind hoping he
would scare her away. Instead, all he got was a nod. Growling, he pumped his
fingers into her pussy, feeling her wetness coat him. Watching her face, he
continued, careful to avoid her clit. Her nipples hardened even more as his
motion fueled her excitement. Feeling cruel, Brett abruptly removed his hand.
He chuckled at her whimper. “Taste,” he instructed as he forced his fingers
into her mouth before covering it with his own. He urged her to swirl her
tongue with his, lapping off all traces of her from his hand.

“So sweet,” he whispered as he rolled a nipple between his
wet fingers. “Just think how it’ll feel when I stick my tongue where I just had
my fingers. I’m going to do that tonight. Do you want that too, wench?” She
nodded. “Will you stay with me tonight? There are so many things I’ll do to you
if you do. So many things I’ll force you to do to me. Say yes, now, or I swear
I’ll toss you right out the front door. Answer me, damn it!” Brett demanded in
a tortured voice. “Tell me you’re mine for the night or get the fuck out!”

“Yes, Brett. I’m yours. For whatever you want. As long as
you want,” she answered, her eyes still tightly closed as if she were afraid of
his threat to toss her out for opening them.

Brett rammed his fingers back, filling her, thrusting
instantly. He moved them relentlessly until he felt a telltale shiver. She was
close. Damn, she was so hot, standing there, forcing her eyes shut, forcing her
body to remain as still as possible, forcing back all but the slightest of
moans. He couldn’t wait to see what else he could get her to do before their night
was over. “Ready?” he asked, waiting for her nod. “If I let you come now, it
means you’ll let me do anything I want for the rest of the night. Anything.
Anywhere in this house. To any part of your body. With any part of mine. Or
with anything else I choose to use. As many times as I like. Still think you
want to come?”

She nodded again.

“I’ll use you in ways you haven’t even thought of. I’ll make
you do things you didn’t know you were capable of. I’m dead serious here so be
very sure.” He decreased the pressure of his hand. “I’ll tie you up if you try
to change your mind after you come. I’ll gag you too if you make me. I won’t
let you leave until I’m done with you. If you argue, I’ll force you. If you
struggle, I can’t guarantee I won’t hurt you because I will do whatever the
hell I feel like with you. And this might be the one and only time you get to
come the entire time. Think about it because there will be no escape once you
agree.” Brett spoke steadily, lessening the contact of his fingers the entire
time, giving her every opportunity to run from him.