Mystery: The Coming Back: (Mystery, Suspense, Thriller, Suspense Thriller Mystery) (3 page)

“You are so easy…” he laughed breathlessly, snagging his fingers through his belt loops and pulling him closer, so that their groins could slot together. Ian rolled his eyes at him, grabbing hold of his ass to get him moving again, as he could only too easily picture his train of thought. He breathed a sigh of relief, tangling his hands in Ian’s hair and kissing him with desperate passion.

They were just getting into it, rocking hard against each other, pawing and thrusting with intent, with Ian’s back slamming up against the wall, when they heard someone opening the bathroom stall a few doors down from theirs.

“Get a room, you two,” they heard a gruff voice say and whoever said it was leaving the bathroom for good. The man looked a little scared at the thought of being caught in such a compromising position, but Ian was very excited by the possibility. The fact that he was hot enough to get the interest of a guy like him, to the point of making him forget all about propriety, was exhilarating.

Ian got hold of his erection through his trousers and squeezed it strongly enough to make his point. “It is too late to run now,” he said, and the man remembered all the reasons they were in this position to begin with. He forgot all about the woman and the place they were and slid his hand through Ian’s carefully arranged hair, messing it up and loving every bit of it. He groaned, part jealousy, but mostly arousal, and spread his big hands over Ian’s hips, pushing him back against the wall and holding him still while he rutted up against him.

“You fucker!” Ian cried and he laughed at him, kissing the cute little dimples of him and then proceeded to kiss him heatedly, shoving his hands inside his clothes. Ian resisted him again and pushed him away to remove his jacket, carefully hanging it up behind the door. The man had to agree that the idea wasn’t a bad one and did the same with his own suit jacket, shirt and finally trousers.

He stood then there, dressed only in a pair of boxer briefs, but looking as if he was standing in the middle of the restaurant, talking to his friends. Ian followed his example and removed the rest of his own clothes, getting rid even of his underwear. It had become a sort of game between them to dare each other and see who will be the one on top.

The man went down on his knees before Ian and started to worship him with gentle kisses and soft sucks. His hands were on Ian’s ass, cupping and squeezing the firm muscle, while Ian was doing his best not to moan or make any other noise. He could hear people coming in and doing their business, but for now no-one suspected what was going on behind the closed door of the last stall.

It was quite a performance to watch Ian’s struggle to keep quiet with all the sensations running through his body. The man almost laughed at his desperation, but then Ian used his upper hand to bring him up and facing the wall. It was unexpected, but he wasn’t going to complain, especially when hot lips started to trace his spine, descending lower and lower. Ian kneeled behind him, tugging at his underwear and opening his legs as far apart as possible in his current position.

Both men were suppressing their moans and were trying to breathe quietly. People were coming and going outside and he was wondering what the two women they came here with were thinking right now. But then, Ian used the tip of his finger to penetrate him and all thoughts about other people and future problems were forgotten. The feeling was amazing and just what he needed right now. Ian worked his finger up to the first knuckle and started to move it around. He was careful not to touch his prostate and the man was going mad with anticipation.

“Fuck!” A deep cry escaped him, when Ian finally started to play with that special place inside of him.

“Shh…”
Ian warned him and stopped what he was doing to listen at what was going on around them. Someone was washing his hands, but no-one seemed to be paying attention to them. Once he heard the door close behind the man, Ian continued to attack with gusto the small bundle of nerves that was driving the other man crazy.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he rose up abruptly, throwing Ian on the floor and trying hard to calm his breathing. Ian grinned at him from his spot on the floor and watched with fascination how an angry red blush colored his face. He walked towards him, looking determined to have his way this time. He backed Ian against the wall and started to forcefully kiss him with open mouth and teeth.

Ian surrendered willingly, opening his mouth and locking their tongues together. Their position wasn’t very comfortable for this kind of job, but nothing about their present situation was what one would expect. His legs were giving out under him and he wondered how long he would last like this. Outside, in the real world, a group of men was joking about some hot woman that was playing one of them, but behind the closed stall door, time had stopped.

“Now!” Ian growled, completely shattering the illusion of submission and the other man simply had to roll his eyes at him. He collapsed onto Ian once he was buried all the way inside, trying to gather himself together.

Both men moaned at the sensation of being once again united in the most intimate fashion. Ian looked at him helplessly, letting him kiss him deeply, while starting to ease his way inside him again.

“Move…” he muttered and tried to lift him with both hands.

“No…” Ian answered and pushed down with all his strength. He looked Mason in the eye, silently asking him to stop fighting this thing between them. The older man understood, agreed and finally started to relax. Their bodies melted together, making from the two a unique creation, all tangled together, different in its parts, but very much the same.

He worked his hand around the other man’s neck and brought his head down to kiss him, while meeting his moves with matching ones. Their kiss was a slow one, in complete contrast with the movement of their bodies.

They made love like that for some long minutes, completely uncaring of the noise they were making or the people who might hear them. Once the kiss was over, Ian sat down with Mason’s pelvis snug to his ass and paused. The sway of their bodies was tantalizing, a perfect expression of what they felt for each other. Secretive, hidden, forbidden, but sweet, desired and all theirs to have.

The sharp crash of a door startled them. Someone probably had quite a time, listening to the sounds they made. Both men were close to coming and wanted to do it together.

When Ian stood up, the other man gave a little growl and launched himself at Ian, slamming him into the wall and slotting up against him. He mashed his mouth to his, biting at his lips and forcing his tongue inside. Ian grabbed his head to keep him close, clutching his hair as he arched against him.

They kissed roughly, hot and wet and filthy, tongues slicking over each other in broad sweeps. Ian leaned down, placing a soft kiss on his mouth and stroking his hair. It was time for them to get out of here, but the world outside was too scary to face right now.

Ian walked with a somehow awkward movement, his grace from before already lost. The man watched him put on his underwear and only then started to dress himself. They dressed slowly, helping each other with buttons and belts, but trying to avoid any real physical contact.

Ian left the bathroom first, leaving him alone to think about what had just happened. He was aware of the fact that his behavior was outside the norms, but he couldn’t help it – couldn’t help reaching for what his heart desired.

Life had never been good to him, after all…

Lydia was a petite woman, only five feet ten inches high, but very professional and sharp in her job. She prided herself on being honest and correct in her work ethic. During her college years she had made it her goal to stay in good health and exercise regularly. She had always wanted to travel and see more of the world around her, but so far her research and work had kept her at home or near the university.

After finding herself without a job and without a boyfriend, Lydia decided to forget about the past and rebuild her life anew. It hurt her to feel so defeated and alone, but Lydia was not going to let those feelings bring her down and destroy her hope for future happiness. Her faith in herself and her ability was too strong and she was ready to fight for her right to be happy again.

Two days after she lost everything, Lydia started to research and apply for several jobs in Atlanta. She wanted to continue to work in her field, so she was looking for positions closely connected to her specialization. She sent out more than twenty applications, but in less than a week they were all turned down. At first, she thought that it was not possible, that there was some mistake, but as it turned out, they all had some very acceptable reason not to hire her.

Lydia felt defeated. Her spirit had taken too much in so short a time. It was hard to see everything you have been working for destroyed and laughed at. So, after all the failed attempts to put her life back together, Lydia decided to sell her apartment and leave the area behind. There was nothing worth staying for there and she had lost hope that she would be able to amend things.

Sitting all alone in her apartment, Lydia broke down into tears. Empty house, empty life, empty promises and hopes: everything in her life was falling apart and she had already lost everything she had ever loved. Broken and lonely, Lydia went out, thinking that even sitting alone in a bar would be better than sitting alone at home.

The next morning, she woke up in her bed alone, well after 10 am. It wasn’t something she did often, but this particular morning lying in bed had seemed very appealing. She woke up two hours earlier to find her bed and room empty, but still bearing the signs of what had happened the night before. There were clothes scattered around, the bed sheets were creased and out of place, and most importantly, she was lying naked in her bed.

Her body was satisfied and almost singing with joy. It had been quite a while since she had let a stranger come near her and even more since she had let one into her bed. She still wondered what was different about the man from the previous night, but there surely was something that made her lower her guards enough for him to step in.

It has been a big month for her with no job and no boyfriend. So, why not some unattached sex too? Although it wasn’t in her character to sleep around (actually, up to last night, she had had sex with only two men), it was nice to feel wanted and treated like a woman again.

The man was everything a woman could desire – handsome, funny, intelligent, gentle, a good lover… But Lydia was glad he wasn’t in her bed in the morning. It was always awkward to speak in the sunlight about events that happened in the moonlight. It has been nice and now it was over. She was completely fine with that.

At her age, Lydia was still a very beautiful woman, with long, dark hair and deep brown eyes. She had attended one of the best colleges in the area and was offered her first job as soon as she finished school. Working had been a way for her to develop her talent and contribute to the creation of something unique and successful.

Without losing any more time, Lydia called her real estate agent and made the arrangements to sell the place she had been calling home for so long. Fortunately, she was able to sell the place in less than two weeks and start considering her next step.

Lydia bought a new apartment in Savannah, Georgia, hoping for a better life for herself. The new place and surroundings helped in lifting up her spirits. The young woman began again applying for new jobs and was happy to see that here she had a much better chance to find one. She promised herself to try and be optimistic about her new life and surroundings.

She settled down into a new rhythm and each morning went out for a relaxing jog. That was when she received a message from her old boss at Emory about someone from Savannah looking for her. The news surprised her, especially because they were coming from the very man who destroyed her life. Lydia, however, needed the job too much to be picky and decided to contact them and see what it was all about.

She called the number from the message and was surprised to find out it belonged to the local police department. According to the secretary who answered the phone, they needed her for an old case, which had recently reopened. They gave her very little information, but the secretary informed her that it was about a special needs child, who had disappeared years ago and was now back.

“What would be my job?” she asked.

“You will be assigned to work with the family and especially with the son. The detective is trying to understand what happened to the boy after all those years.”

“Okay, then I will take the job,” Lydia informed her. “Can you tell me, who should I contact?”

The secretary gave her all the information Lydia needed and she closed the phone. Detective David Wilson was the policeman assigned to the case and Lydia was supposed to meet with her new clients in the morning.

The new opportunity lifted her spirit, but that night she woke up with a shocked and loud cry. She had awakened from a vivid and embarrassing dream. Lydia was terrified and panting all at once. Her body was still feeling the strong hands of Ross, while her mind was providing her with a vivid picture of what just happened in her dream. She had been both the lead and the spectator of her own makeout session with Ross.

Lydia got out of bed and thought that obviously her mind was playing tricks with her. She had spent the last few days thinking and looking for Ross and finally she had him right where she needed him to be.

Her face in the mirror was bright red and she mindlessly scrambled around looking for her discarded
robe de chambre
. Lydia was slowly regaining some sort of brain function and following her morning routine.

What was Ross doing so often in my dreams?
She asked herself, while guiltily washing her body in the shower. She was feeling a mixture of slight panic, deep embarrassment and some kind of total loss.
Oh my God, am I still in love with him?
Lydia managed to accidentally knock her entire makeup kit on the floor, scattering things everywhere.