Lost for You (28 page)

Still holding her in my arms, and not wanting to let her go, I hear her stomach rumble.

“I need to get my lady some lunch, I think,” I say with a smirk.

I see the slight blush creep up her cheeks. “I’d say so too.”

“Right. Central Park, here we come,” I say, kissing her hand before starting to walk towards the road, throwing my hand out to hail a yellow cab that’s driving past. Once the driver stops, I open the back door and usher Elle into the seat, following behind her before closing the door.

“Where to?” the voice of the cab driver calls out.

“Central Park Zoo, please,” I reply, hearing Elle gasp beside me.

Looking over, I love how happy she looks. This is Elle without a care in the world. She looks at peace, and I’ll live for her to look like this every day. With all of the danger behind us, I hope our lives can only continue to get better from here on in.

After an afternoon at Central Park Zoo where we walked hand in hand around the enclosures, not having to worry about who could see us, or who could be after us, Brax surprised me with a romantic picnic right by the Bethesda Fountain which we finished up by lying on our backs on the grass, watching the clouds float by while we just held each other. It’s been a long time since we’ve just been able to relax and enjoy each other in public, and I absolutely love that Brax gave me this day.

Now we’re back at Grand Central, awaiting our train trip home. Today has been unreal. Not once has Brax looked over his shoulder, checked his phone, or even furrowed his brows. He’s been happy and smiling the whole day long. I can’t imagine how hard it has been, knowing that someone wanted to hurt me, and his job being to stop that from happening.

We’re waiting for the 7 p.m. train when Brax takes a seat, pulling me down on to his lap and burying his face in my hair.

“Thank you for today,” he murmurs, kissing my head.

“I should be thanking you. You gave me a second proposal to cherish.” I lean away from him so I can see his face. His eyes soften the moment I look at him. “You deserve everything the world can offer, Elle. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to show you that.”

“I don’t want anything else, Brax, I just want you,” I say, kissing his lips softly and pulling away. “I only need you.”

“I’m glad because you’re stuck with me now,” he says with a grin as he stands up, pushing me off his lap in the process. “You’re also kinda stuck with Shay and Devon now too. If you didn’t love me already, I’m afraid those two would have you running away.” He winks at me and I crack up laughing.

“I love all of you. You’ve all done so much for me already. I wouldn’t be here without the three of you.”

He looks down at me and smiles, a genuine, heart-warming smile that melts my heart. “Now, I’m gonna kiss the shit out of you, then we’re going to get on that train and go home where you’ll be lucky if I make it through the front door before I have my wicked way with you.” He snakes his hand around my waist, moving it down until he’s gripping my ass. “Because God knows I’m struggling to keep my hands off you now.”

Seeing the train pull up behind me, I decide to ramp up the teasing. Still wrapped up in Brax’s arms, I pull myself close to him until our bodies are pushed together, shoulder to pelvis, with nothing but a few layers of clothing between us. I pull his head down so that my mouth is right by his ear.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to wait that long,” I say huskily, my voice laced with desire and want.

“Damn,” Brax mutters under his breath as he takes my hand and leads me into the last train car. Not surprisingly, the only car that’s pretty much empty for this time of night.

I turn to face Brax, walking backwards into the train car. “Who’s going to break first, fiancé of mine?” I ask with a smirk. Memories of the last time we played this teasing game come flooding back.

“Oh, I’ll be the first to admit that I have no will power when it comes to you, Miss Halliwell. No will power at all.” He stalks towards me, getting closer with every step.

“Well, it seems you might have a problem with self-control Mr. James,” I say in my most seductive sounding voice, relishing in the frustration painted on his face.

Looking down at his now tight pants, I can’t help but giggle. “But I’m sure I can help you with the most pressing problem.” I turn and run down to the end of the train car, no missing the replying growl from Brax as he sits down beside me.

I’ve never been one of those guys who can’t control themselves. I’ve always been able to keep it under wraps until we’re behind closed doors and alone. But seeing Elle beckon me with her finger, and giggling at my tented pants, breaks my resolve. I’m going to have her on his train, one way or another.

Realizing that there are only two other people in the train car, both sitting near the front, Elle leads me to the rear of the car. I sit down next to a now glowing Elle and can’t hold back the growl at the back of my throat. She’s hiked her denim skirt up to mid-thigh, and the silky smooth skin beckons me, but I know I need to wait. It’s the wait that is going to kill me; the anticipation of knowing what that skin feels like under my hands, the way she shudders when I drag my lips against her body. Just knowing that she is feeling this too has me harder than steel right now.

Soon enough, the train starts moving, and the rattle of metal against metal soothing as the train picks up speed and leaves the city behind. I grab Elle’s hand and entwine our fingers, placing them in her lap. My thumb starts its automatic rhythm, stroking across her knuckles, tracing circles on the soft skin, fantasizing that my hands were somewhere else, caressing her.

The dark night welcomes us as the train reaches ground level, the passing countryside whooshing past. The train remains bright, the fluorescent lights illuminating the whole car. I stand up, shrugging off my coat before taking my seat and placing the coat over Elle’s lap. She looks over at me, eyes full of confusion, until she feels the palm of my hand touch her knee under the coat, then slowly inch my way up her parted thighs. I turn towards her, leaning in to kiss her bare shoulder, raising my eyes to hers as she gasps at the first touch of my fingers to her core through her silk panties. I watch her eyes flare as the sensations take hold of her and I move her panties to the side.

I smile against her neck as I start licking and nipping her skin, unable to get enough of this gorgeous girl of mine. The vibrations of the train carriage match my fingers as they flick across her sensitive center. My fingers become slick as I move them. Elle moves her hand underneath the coat, searching for my hard length that she knows is waiting for her. She moulds the shape of it through my jeans, her simple touch enough to make me shudder. Not wasting any more time, she unclasps the top button and unzips me, pushing her hand inside my boxers and wrapping her fingers firmly around my shaft. Just feeling her grip on me is almost enough.

I feel like a god damn teenager.

Slipping one finger inside of her, I feel her grip me from inside. Her warm heat smothers my hand as my palm rubs up against her with every thrust. She speeds up her strokes on me, flicking the pad of her thumb against my tip, and sending a ripple through my whole body. Adding another finger, I feel her clench around me, and know she’s getting close. Her free hand grabs my head, pulling it towards her as our mouths clash and our tongues stroke against each other with unbridled hunger as we both soar towards the edge. I hear a man cough from the front of the train. I look over at Elle, and her eyes are full of amusement right up until I stroke her inner wall. Her eyes suddenly close, and her face is a picture of pleasure.

We’re in our own little world now, not caring that we’re in public, in a train car, with other passengers nearby. It’s just us, giving each other the release we’ve been craving all day long. I pull my mouth away slightly, murmuring against her lips, “You feel so good, baby. God, I wish I could be inside you right now.”

“Soon….baby….. ahh,” she spits out before attacking my mouth, stifling her cries as she climaxes under my touch. It gets too much for me, and I’m soon following her over, falling apart as she strokes me.

“Damn,” I say, resting my head back against the seat after attempting to tidy ourselves up, something I definitely won’t be able to do until I’m back at home and showered. Elle leans over, resting her head on my shoulder as I wrap my arm around her.

“I can’t believe we did that,” she says quietly.

“I can. Sweetheart, you astound me, every time. It just keeps getting better.”

“You’ve got the rest of your life to get used to it, Brax.”

“Damn right I do,” I growl.

Elle has agreed to be my wife, and I can’t wait to start our new life together.

With Shay and Devon working with me, nothing could be better.

I saw Elise and that boyfriend of hers leave their apartment just after nine this morning. They looked like they didn’t have a care in the world. I haven’t seen Elise that happy before; she had the biggest smile on her face. I want to make her that happy, but know that it’s impossible.

What I have to do to her will not make her happy. It will destroy her, then destroy me in the process, but it’s my life’s mission. I’ve never not finished a job. I was promised a lot of money to kill Elle’s father, but I wanted to kill the whole damn lot of them. I got trigger happy, what can I say?

The man who ordered the hit insisted that I only kill Benjamin. He said that it would be enough to drive the company’s value up. He never contacted me after the murders, not once. In fact, all he told me was that his name was Vic. He was owed a ton of money, and there was no way it was going to get repaid without the father being killed, so I took it upon myself to kill the whole damn family.

Call it killing for sport.

The next day, it was all over the papers that Elise had survived, and I knew I had to finish the job somehow. It has haunted me ever since. My head has been filled with Elise, and how I can claim her; end her life, and fulfill my mission.

How I can finally get some peace.

I grab my gun from the car’s center console, stroking the cold hard steel as I grip it tightly, my nails biting into my flesh, and my knuckles turning white. I remember what it felt like to hold the barrel against her father’s head, watching the bullet fire straight into him. The exhilaration I felt, the rush I got from ending someone’s life consuming me.

Our time has come. I’ve watched and waited for too long. It’s now or never. The next chance I get, I’m going to take it. I fucked up my last chance. If that friend of hers hadn’t tackled me into the wall, I would have been able to take the final shot.

But I know the end is near. Elle’s time has finally come, and that boyfriend of hers can go down with her. Whatever the fucking cost, they’re going to take their last breath because of me.

And I can’t fucking wait.