Desired Too (7 page)

When Eddie felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, he pulled it out and answered.

“He just left,” the caller told him.

Eddie smiled. “And how is our good ole Lester doing? Did he tell Angel everything?”

“I’m not sure. I haven’t gotten the full story, but he’s still breathing,” the caller informed him. “Angel didn’t kill him, but Lester will wish he had… Damn, he’s getting the shit kicked out of him.”

Eddie’s smile dropped. “What are you up to, little brother?” he asked himself.

No matter
, he thought to himself.
Small things to a giant
.

“What do you want me to do?” the caller asked.

“Nothing. Keep doing what you were instructed to do. I’m handling some other business to take dear brother down. I’ll keep you posted.”

The moment Eddie ended his call, he saw a pair of headlights illuminating the darkness around him. He got out of his car and waited for the approaching vehicle to stop and for the occupant to get out.

“Why are we meeting this far out of the city?” a voice questioned into the darkness.

The headlights kept the man hidden, but Eddie knew who it was.

“Because I don’t trust you or your employer,” Eddie sneered.

“You came to us Eddie. We didn’t come to you,” Daniel replied, moving closer to Eddie.

Daniel, being a Federal agent, was used to clandestine meetings, but he hated when people asked to meet in isolated areas like this. It was hard to get a team in such an area to protect him. Yet, they’d managed, so there were a few of his men out there in the dark, watching over him, but he’d bet Eddie had a few of his own too.

“Yeah, and I gift wrapped Lincoln for you twice. You had two chances to take him down like you’re boning for and you couldn’t make anything stick. Fuck, bodies were left for you to sweep in and you were too fucking late. As it seems, you are always too fucking late. So, excuse me if I don’t trust you. Now tell me what you need me to do to make your job easier. You need me to take care of your shit for you.”

Daniel moved closer to Eddie, anger rising. “You listen to me, you low-life son of a bitch. I don’t need you to do shit for us. If I wanted to take my brother down for any of the shit he’s done, I could. I don’t need you. In fact, I can take your entire fucking family down with him. I don’t work for you, and I’m nothing like you. Don’t forget whose showing leniency here.”

“Yeah, and don’t forget who the fuck you’re dealing with,
cousin
. You couldn’t take shit down, even if you caught us red-handed, and you know this. Don’t be stupid and let your ego get in the way of both of our goals. You want Lincoln. I want Angel. We need to put the differences aside and make this happen for the both of us. Or if you like, I can just kill Lincoln for you.” Then Eddie grinned and moved back from Daniel. “You would love that, wouldn’t you? For me to get rid of him so you don’t get your hands dirty?”

Eddie could see the vein pulsing in Daniel’s forehead, and that made him smile even bigger. Daniel hated his brother, Lincoln, probably more than Eddie did. Eddie wasn’t sure why, but hell, he didn’t care. Daniel’s hatred for Lincoln was his gain.

Daniel took a few deep breaths to remain calm. Eddie was baiting him, and he knew it. What he needed to do was work with this scum for just a little bit longer to get what he wanted, then he’ll take them all down.

Daniel finally asked, “Where is my guy? You said you had information, proof that Lincoln has my agent, Agosto.”

Eddie nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I have that information for you, but I need you to do something for me first. Don’t worry; I have it on good authority that your man is still alive, but the moment Lincoln knows we’re on to him, Agosto might not be alive for long. We need to work together. You get your man, pin it on your brother and I get what I want. Everyone wins, right?”

Eddie pushed his hand out to Daniel and Daniel reluctantly took it. This wasn’t how Daniel liked to work. Despite his dealings with this criminal, he was a “by the book” kind of agent that detested criminals, especially the ones that thought they were untouchable. Yet, he’d told Lincoln to leave his man, Agosto, alone and Lincoln didn’t listen. Agosto was a good man who was just doing what he was told, and now he was missing, probably dead, since he didn’t trust Eddie fully, and someone had to pay.

“What’s your plan?” Daniel asked.

Eddie smiled, leaned back against his car and told Daniel what he needed him to do.

Ho-ly Shit!

I sat up in my bed suddenly, soaked with sweat, heart pounding, trying frantically to catch my breath. The dream I’d just had felt so real that I started looking around my room, trying to figure out if he was actually here. My hand went to my chest first, then through my now damp hair, as I attempted to collect moisture in my mouth. I was unable to swallow the fear, excitement and apprehension down my now closed throat.

My mind was going around in circles. I think if he was actually here, if he was actually touching me this very moment, I would combust.

As my eyes finally focused, however, I knew it was a dream. Actually, it was a nightmare; the third nightmare I’d experienced since I first laid eyes on Angel a few nights ago. I needed to get my shit together. I was going to see this man tomorrow, so there was no way he needed to find out what he was doing to me. It would be disastrous.

I flopped back down on my bed, grabbed the pillow next to me and placed it over my face. A scream egregiously escaped my throat as frustration started to incapacitate me. I was losing my mind; losing control for that matter. It had been a long, painful, and agonizing weekend, to say the least, and it was all Angel’s fault.

Yes, that’s right; I was blaming that hot, sexy, son of a bitch.

He was the reason why I couldn’t sleep. He was the reason why I had tossed and turned every night since I saw him. And he was the reason for my countless erotic sex dreams involving every part of that fantastic and perfect body of his. He’d warned me not to be surprised if I saw him again soon, and I hadn’t been able to get that threat off my mind.

I rolled on my belly and squeezed my thighs together, trying to stop the throbbing pain from taking over, willing my body not to succumb to the desires to pleasure myself in his name.

To say that I hadn’t been able to get Angel off my mind was an understatement. I could still taste him when I swallowed. I could smell him every time I took in a breath. It was as if he was surrounding me and taking control of my body and soul.

It was that kiss, I tell you! I shouldn’t have let him kiss me. That was my downfall, but I couldn’t help it; his lips were sin all by themselves.

I know it’s difficult for you to fathom how a kiss could make me lose my mind, but it’s true. He yields a power with those glorious and beautiful lips of his that were profound and legendary. It didn’t matter if his kisses were aggressive or sweet, those lips would make you lose your mind. When he kissed you, he gained power over you, over your body. You creamed instantly from the light sweeps of his lips over yours. He would then devour you, but with a skill of such control and dominance, you would helplessly melt from the inside out.

From there, you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted more. You were powerless to resist. You would instantly become addicted to his taste, and the feeling that took over your body made you crave for nothing else but him.

To put it plainly, he was a walking contradiction. He could be aggressively ripping the clothes off your body or ramming his penis in you hard and rough. But his lips… oh those sweet lips… would slowly make love to you.

So, the moment my brain was reminded of his exquisite taste, I’ve thought of nothing else but him. Damn, I could only imagine what would’ve happened if we’d had sex.

A moan suddenly bellowed from my now hungry lips, and wetness had gathered around the quivering ones between my legs.

The hell with this.

I rolled on my back and spread my legs. My B.O.B, battery operated boyfriend, was just too far for me to get to, and I needed a release right now. I needed…

I closed my eyes as my fingers met my wet sex. “
Yes
. Ooooh, sweet mother of pearl…
Yessss
.”

My fingers traveled to my entrance just to gloss them and then moved quickly to my greedy bud. I arched my back the moment my fingers grazed my clit, and instantly my mind went to the man that I wished so badly was here with me. His name floated softly from my lips. I imagined, like in my dream, that he was here touching me with his hands. I imagined his mouth on my nipples; first sucking them, then teasing them with his teeth and his tongue. I imagined bringing my hands to his hair and gripping his strands tight as his lips traveled to my sweet mound, sweeping his skillful tongue over my aching clit.

Oh, I could feel the pressure building. I knew I was going to cum, and it was going to be hard and glorious.

My hips started moving. Yes, it was cumming. I was going to shatter and…

With a jolt, I turned my head quickly to the left and shot daggers at my now ringing hotel phone. “Shit! You have got to be kidding me!” I yelled into the darkness.

I started not to answer it. Hell, it was eleven o’clock at night, and only a few people had the number to this room. None of those people I wanted to speak to at this moment.

This can’t be happening
.

Thinking in that instant that it may be an emergency, I got up to answer it.  Then it stopped ringing.

“Ugh, you have
got
to be kidding me!”

I tried to regulate my breathing and calm down, but it wasn’t working. Now I was horny, irritable, tired, frustrated and soaked from the inside out. I fell face first on my bed and screamed into the mattress. I wanted to cry. It had been two whole days since I’d seen him, so I shouldn’t have been like this; horny and obsessing over him. But, I couldn’t help it. I’d tried my best to keep myself busy over the last few days, but to no avail; he was invading my every thought.

Friday night, I used my B.O.B to take some of the tension away after I got back to my hotel after seeing Angel at the club. The toy could never measure up to my memory of him, but I kept telling myself that it was better than nothing. Hell, it was a strong possibility that he wouldn’t measure up to my memories of him anyway. I mean, what you were the odds that he’d still be phenomenal? Next to none, right?

I managed to survive Friday night. On Saturday, I shopped for most of the day and had dinner with my brother and father. Later that night, I drank so much with a couple of girlfriends of mine that I was too drunk to think of Angel. Yet, when I woke up, my mind was still on him. All day today, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I wondered what he was doing, wondered why he hadn’t come to see me yet and why he was staying away from me. I tried to tell myself that not seeing him was a good thing, but deep down, I wanted nothing else. I made the stupid mistake of thinking if I had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner, it would mellow me out, but it didn’t work. Now I was lying in bed trying not to go out of my mind for a man that I guessed hadn’t thought of me since Friday, or, hell, maybe even since three years ago.

My hotel phone went off again, and I grabbed it.

“What?” I yelled in the phone.

Silence greeted me, and I almost hung up, but the chuckle that ensued made my breath catch.

“You sound frustrated,” the cause of my sexual frustrations told me.

I laid down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, saying, “I am. How would you feel if someone called you in the middle of the night interrupting your sleep?”

I tried to sound as angry as I could, in order to hide the fact that his voice was starting to get to me already and he’d only said three words.

Get a grip, Raquel!

“Yeah, I can see how you would be pissed if I’d actually woken you up, but I know for a fact that you weren't sleeping.”

“Yeah, and how would you know that?” I asked him.

“Because the frustrations I hear in your voice sounds just like the same frustrations I’m dealing with right now.”

I know I shouldn’t ask this, but I found myself saying, “And what kind of frustration are you dealing with?”

I didn’t mean for my voice to drop a few octaves, but it did. I fought the urge to touch myself again while I willed him to tell me what I wanted to hear, what I hoped to hear.

However, my expectations were met and exceeded when he answered me with a voice just as low as mine, if not lower, and filled with so much promise. “Have you been thinking about me?”

“No,” I rebutted quickly. I was lying my ass off, but I didn’t want him to know how desperate I was feeling right about now.

“What are you wearing, Raquel?”

“Sweats,” I lied again. There was no way that I was admitting to him that I was naked.

He chuckled again, but suddenly his voice got hard and, shit, I damn near came on myself. “Take them off.”

I frowned. “Why?”

“I want you to touch yourself, and I want to hear you get off while you do.”

Shit, my throat would not allow me to swallow. I tried my best to clear it, though.

“What makes you-” I started, but he cut me off.

“I want you to close your eyes and just listen to the sound of my voice. Let me bring you the pleasure you’ve been chasing all night. Close your eyes, Raquel.”

Okay, so I closed my eyes, just to see what would happen.

As if he saw me doing it, he replied, “That’s my girl,” with a voice that was still quiet but steady.

“Now, baby, I want you to touch the place you want my tongue to stroke first. Take your time, baby. Go slow just as I would. I love your body, Raquel. I love the way it feels under my hands. I love the way you taste. Did you get there yet?”

“Get where?” I breathed out.

He chuckled lightly and added, “To your pussy. I know you went straight there. I can feel your agony through the phone, baby. You want me to stroke your pussy with my tongue. Is that where you want me to go first? Tell me…”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“That’s it, baby. I want you to push in your wetness for me. I want your fingers soaked with your desires for me, your need for me.”

“Okay,” I whispered back, still unable to prevent my voice from being soft and vulnerable.

“In and out, baby; in and out slowly… Just like that. Just like I would if I was there with you. You know I want to be there, don’t you? I want to caress you first with my lips. I want to kiss your neck, make you drip all over the bed before I even touch you. I want my lips to travel down in between your breasts, then claim your right nipple first, then the left with a need that I haven’t been able to fulfill since you left. I would take my time with your nipples, baby. I would suck them softly at first; lick them until you writhe underneath me before I claim them in my mouth again.”

“Angel,” softly escaped my parted lips. My hips started moving. I felt the build coming;
oh
, it was coming. “Oh, yes, Angel… Yes… Please…”

“Cum for me, baby. Put your fingers in your pussy and cum all over yourself.”

The pain and pleasure hit me with a furiousness so strong that I saw stars as I orgasmed. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I moaned quietly, trying my best to come down, but the need to cum again was too great and I think he knew that.

“I want you to cum again, baby, for me… Touch yourself.” He then started speaking in Italian. Mind you, I had no clue what he was saying, but hearing this man talk to me in Italian made me nearly shatter again
without
touching myself.

I did what he asked though, and I felt myself building quickly. “Angel… I’m cumming, baby… I’m-” The pleasure hit me so hard that I cried out and sat up in my bed. I even started running away from my own damn fingers; that’s how intense it was.

“Fuck, Raquel… Baby, that… shit you are so fucking sexy.”

“Hmmm, Angel.” Damn, I was on fire. My soul was on fire. I wanted him. No, I take that back. Right now, I
needed
him. I didn’t give a shit where he was. I wanted him there now.

With a voice dark and thick with the same kind of need that was choking me, I heard him say, “I want to taste you so fucking much. Put your fingers in your mouth, baby, and tell me that you taste as good and as sweet as I remember.”

“Why don’t you taste me yourself?” I told him, not caring how eager I sounded to him.

There was a slight pause, then he said, “Open the door.”

“What?” I asked, frowning with confusion.

Did I just hear him right?

“Open the door, Raquel. Right now. Open the door and let me in.”

“What door?”

“Your hotel door, baby.”

I looked in the direction of the hotel door, and I couldn’t move. I couldn’t see the door from where my bed was. There was a hallway and bathroom separating the room from the hotel room door, but, I don’t know, all of a sudden I felt him there. He was watching me, wanting me.

“Open the door, baby. Let me taste you. Fuck, I want to taste you so bad. I’m starving for you.”

My heart told me not to move, but, shit, my heart wasn’t the one that was in charge here. I got up quickly from the bed, dropped the phone down and went for my silk robe. As I made it to the door, I looked through the peephole and found his head down, hair covering his face, phone to his ear.

I didn’t waste any more time, nor did I care to know how he found me or why it took him so long. I snatched the door open and the moment his eyes fell on mine, a calm suddenly took over.