Read Groomed for Murder (Going to the Dogs) Online
Authors: Zoe Dawson
“You need your rest.” He pulled up the blankets and the comforter and leaned closer to tuck her in.
“I’m scared, Drew. So scared.”
He looked into her eyes. Her barriers were gone as if they had never existed. Fear radiated from her eyes. Raw fear, not the stark terror that struck her earlier, when she vulnerable. This fear had power, this fear had a story, this was intimate fear, the kind that robbed a person of the ability to reason. Whatever defenses he had built so he could walk out of her bedroom and out of her apartment collapsed with the sound of panic in her teary voice and the sight of that fear in her eyes.
This wasn’t all about being charged with murder. There was a layer there that went to the core of her.
She slipped her arms around his neck. “I need you. Please stay with me…tonight.”
It hadn’t been easy for her to ask.
But it was infinitely easy for him to capitulate.
“All you had to do was ask.” He stripped out of his suit and left it on the floor.
“You should hang that up, it’ll wrinkle.”
“It’s not important.”
“Drew,” she said, making his name a vow.
He sank down into her. With a soft sound in her throat she cuddled her back up against him, and his arms went around her, pulling her to his chest.
The night hugged them like a cocoon, still and silent; the smell of her clean scent after her shower lingered in the air like fine perfume. His apartment never smelled as good as Brooke’s.
Even though the foreboding of tomorrow lay heavily on them, the unknown, and where the investigation might lead them, was something easily pushed away for now. For now, he just wanted to focus on this moment, this space in time, this woman. And he wanted Brooke to embrace the moment with him.
The moment was sweet, different from any other time they’d been together, gentler, more thoughtful, and yet natural. Not just in the uncontrolled need he always had for her, but just in the simple fact that it was Brooke. They had just met, literally a few weeks ago. He had just seen her name on paper, in black and white, but she was too many colors to name. He knew her in a way that went deeper to some other place that defied coherent thinking or reason. He was utterly himself in a way he’d never been with anyone else, even his sister.
Her hand grasped his and pulled it to her chest. She kissed the back of his fingers. He kissed the nape of her neck. He heard the jingle of Roscoe’s collar as he entered the room. He twisted to see the dog eyeing the bed. Without saying anything, he scooped him up. Roscoe made a soft grunting noise as he settled at the end of the bed at Brooke’s feet.
Yes, she was known to him, in that soul-deep way where a heart recognized its mate. It should have terrified him, right down to his core. And, he supposed if he let it, it would. Brooke fit in his arms like she belonged there. But, unlike her, he was a realist, and life didn’t always pan out. He knew that better than anyone, both from personal experience and from intimate observation.
When her breathing went soft and even, he let himself drift in the warmth of her body, the soft snoring of the dog; and the utterly perfect moment lulled him to sleep.
He didn’t know how many hours or minutes later he woke when the dog jumped off the bed and then nudged his hand.
Ah, damn the dog had to go out.
He slipped out of bed and dressed quickly. He made sure to put on the dog’s sweater and clip on the leash. Foremost in his mind was this needed to be short and sweet. It had dropped by degrees outside.
As he approached the lobby, he saw no reporters who had stuck around. “Okay, buddy, do your stuff and let’s get back where it’s warm.”
Roscoe agreed and he found a good spot and did his business. Drew half jogged with him back to Brooke’s apartment building. He let himself back in with her key and took the sweater off the dog. He eyed the kitchen, but Drew shook his head. “No treat for you, mister. I didn’t get permission, and your mistress will kick my ass all over Manhattan if I make a mistake like that. We’ll both be in the doghouse. Do you want that?”
Roscoe just whined.
A soft chuckle came from the bedroom doorway. “You walked the dog in the middle of the night? You are my hero.”
“I’m just a sucker for that squished up mug. I had no idea bulldogs had so much personality.”
“Roscoe is special.”
“He is. We’re pals.”
The jingle of his collar chimed as he went into the living room and settled at the base of the couch.
“I think he’s sulking,” Drew said.
Brooke laughed, her white teeth flashing. “That’s too bad. He already had his treat tonight.”
He came closer to her. Silhouetted against the moonlight peeking through her blinds, the thin cotton she wore accentuated every curve of her tight little body. Her nipples, hard against the soft fabric.
Brooke was so in tune with him the laughter in her eyes dimmed to a sparkle. When he closed in on her, she reached up and pushed the suit jacket off his shoulders. Her hands were warm against the buttons of his shirt as she moved down his torso. He snagged a condom from his pocket. She was unhurried, enjoying the moment, taking it slow and easy.
She tugged his shirt off. He pulled her close as she slid his trousers and underwear off his body, liking how her bare, smooth legs felt pressed up against his own, suddenly in no hurry to make his way to the bed.
He kissed her temple working his way down her face, over her cheekbone to the hollow of her throat. She sighed, tipped her head back, and moaned softly as he indulged in a slow exploration that trailed around her breasts, with brief stops to pay attention to the hard nubs of her nipples, before slipping lower.
On his knees, he wrapped his arms around her waist, settling her against the side of his face as he savored her womanly scent. She buried her hands in his hair, rubbing his scalp. When he flowed up her body, he grasped the hem of the t-shirt and pulled it over her head.
She smoothed her hands over his chest, pebbling his flat nipples into aching points. Her hand caressed his shaft, rubbing the head with the flat of her hand.
“You’re so beautiful,” she said softly, making him wish he had something to hold on to as she made his knees weaken with her own lingering trail of kisses.
With her mouth against his collarbone, he wrapped his arms around her, lifted her up and carried her to the bed, then followed her down into softness.
She surprised him by pushing him to his back and straddling his hips. Taking the condom out of his hand, she rolled it onto him. He was soon groaning and arching off the bed as she took him into the delightfully warm and soft interior of her body. Her hands pushed at his chest, kept her balanced as she rode him.
“Damn,” he muttered, followed by a long slow growl as she slowed her movement and traveled the length of him with firm sweeps of her hips and pelvis. “Damn, Brooke, that’s—” But there were no words.
Her hair fell forward as he brought her mouth to his. She collapsed her leg and rolled onto her back. He followed her like the scent of water after having traversed the desert for too long.
“You are so damn perfect for me.”
She nodded, her eyes closing on his next thrust; and he watched the pleasure on her face, his heart filling with her delicate beauty, the sound of her quick breaths, and the occasional soft moan.
“Drew,” she said on a gasp, “so deep, so lovely.”
But it was the sound of his name on her lips, the awed timbre of her voice that moved him. The way she said his name caught at his heart.
He shifted into a sitting position, pulling her onto his lap, paused there and kissed her, groaning when she straddled his hips, felt himself sinking deeply into her as she lifted up and wrapped her legs around him.
Sitting upright, they rocked back and forth as he held her gaze in between long, slow kisses, moving inside of her, consciously matching her steady rhythm until he pushed her back and braced one hand beside her head, using the other to arch her back while he took her hot nipple into his mouth to suck hard, swirling the tip with his tongue at the same time his fingers sought that hot, slick bud of nerves.
The dual assault made her grasp and tighten around him convulsively. He whispered her name against her flesh, and she drew his head up.
Their gazes met as her eyes softened at that hoarsely uttered whisper. She cupped his face, her fingers going into his hair as she crested quickly, almost violently, and he kept his fingers there, slick and clever, kept her quivering and shuddering, until he was shaking with the effort to stave off his imminent climax. She cried out again and he watched her fly again. She closed her eyes, a guttural moan slipping out of her as she pulsed around him.
He closed his eyes as he went over, but her lovely face burned behind his eyes.
Brooke felt him shaking as he slid from her body. He rolled to the side and brought her against him. Drawing the covers up over them, he held her tightly against him as their breathing settled.
Drew made no move to leave or let her go. She relaxed. Even with what they had shared, deep-seated fears always remained like roots from a felled tree.
She wanted the fantasy to last; then reality wouldn’t be so scary. Their heartbeats eased to a somewhat steadier rhythm. It was the only thing steady about her at the moment.
It felt right being in his arms. She’d had her share of sex, but she had known none who would have handled her the way he did tonight. She was usually the one who did the soothing, the nurturing. So, for him to be so sweet, so understanding was amazing. It also made her a bit anxious.
“I should be handling this better.”
“Are you talking about yesterday?” Drew asked.
“Yes. I’m sorry I put you through that. I should be stronger. I usually am.”
“There isn’t anyone on this planet who wouldn’t understand what you’re going through.”
“Except Roger Wright-Davis.”
“Okay, one exception,” he said with a wince.
“The truth is I don’t know how to handle it. My whole world is turning upside down and I can’t make any sense of it anymore. And on top of everything else, I’m feeling things I have no business feeling about a man I just met. I’m confused as hell, scared as hell, and I don’t know what to do about it.”
He gently cupped her face with his hands. “You trust me. And trust this.” He leaned in and kissed her, only this kiss wasn’t an assault on her senses…it was a promise. When he settled back, their gazes locked. “I know it’s crazy—insane, even. But so what? I’m right where I want to be. You?”
“Except for the murder charge hanging over my head, yes.”
He pulled her into his arms, tucked her against his chest.
“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t have the slightest idea what I’m doing, either.” He pulled back to meet her eyes. “I like being here…with you. I didn’t realize how lonely I was, how empty my work was.” He closed his eyes. “I feel like I’ve lost so much time with my sister.”
“Now you’re aware of that and you can change it.”
“It’s not that simple. My job takes up a lot of my time, and I have commitments that cost considerable resources.”
“Have you thought about alternatives?”
“What do you mean?”
“There are other jobs, Drew. It’s just a matter of wanting to change. To take the risk.”
“Again, not so easy when you’re enmeshed as deeply as I am. An apartment on Park Avenue, a Mercedes in the parking garage, Princeton tuition bills, and a wedding.”
“I know. I said it was a risk. Would your parents be proud of what you’ve achieved?”
“Proud?” He looked away. “I’m not sure they would.”
“I shouldn’t talk. Nothing in my life is simple. Not now.”
He traced the contours of her face with his thumbs. “It will be. “We’ll get there.” He slid his hand down her arm and wove his fingers through hers and held on.
For whatever reason, that undid her like nothing else had.
“I’m not going anywhere.” he continued, “so stop trying to scare me off.”
Her heart squeezed at those words. How someone could promise that, especially this man, who had lost the two most influential people in his life? There were no guarantees. People changed, moved on, and she was often the one left behind.
“Remind me again what you do for a living?”
“Mergers and acquisitions, and occasionally purveyor of lawsuits and murder raps.”
“Gee, I’m feeling better by the moment here.”
“There are layers I haven’t tapped yet.”
“So that buttoned-down thing does add credence to the still-waters-run-deep thing.”
He squeezed gently where their fingers joined. “You are a rock, Brooke. I know you can handle everything that’s going on in your life right now. If anyone can make it turn out right in the end, it’s you. I respect you more than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life. Or I wouldn’t be here. I am not your knight in shining armor, or your hero. I’m just a man who wants to be with you. I want to help you out any way I can.”
He lifted their joined hands and dropped a kiss on one of her knuckles, then another.
“You sure you’re not a white knight?” she said, trying hard to focus on the conversation.
“Nope, I’m the Phantom. If I remember correctly, he’s not exactly the good guy.”
“No, he wasn’t. He was just too much in love to see straight. Kidnapping is not a good way to begin a love affair.”
He chuckled. “We have enough problems as it is. We’ll avoid that.”
Her lips curved, just a tiny bit. “Well, if you kidnapped me to a white sandy beach, I guess I wouldn’t protest too much.”
“I haven’t had a vacation since I went skiing with my parents when I was seventeen.”
“My parents weren’t big on the family stuff. I don’t think they even took me to the zoo. I can’t remember the last time I had a vacation. Running a business takes up a lot of time.”
“You’re also too indispensable to other people.”
“What? Like who?”
“The homeless shelter, your neighbors of the casserole and dry cleaning, your employees. You need someone to make you relax more.”
“You don’t relax me.”
“No?”
His fingers tightened slightly around hers, and the warmth of his body, the strength that poured effortlessly out of him, doing nothing more than lying here, wrapped her in a dangerously seductive cocoon of safety. And she wanted to savor it, just for a moment or two, just long enough to draw strength from it and get her bearings back.
“Why?”
“Much too sexy.”
He laughed.
“Don’t laugh. You have those eyes, and that curly blond hair, and,” she smoothed her hand over his six pack abs, and the indentation of hard muscle right at his hip bone which was one of the sexiest places on his body, “all this.”
“Keep that up and no one will be relaxing.”
“I have to say that I’m surprised. I’m not exactly your type. Harper would be more your type.”
“You offer plenty.”
She snorted. “A stressed-out person who is more comfortable when she’s helping others and is in a serious amount of trouble. Yeah, I’m a real catch. Any man should be so lucky.”
He grinned. “There it is. That blistering honesty, absolutely no artifice. When I was pursuing the out-of-court settlement, you kept doing that kind of stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?”
“You talked to homeless people like they were your best friends, and genuinely meant it. Charmed an old man just to see him smile and wink, put up with two gay guys when they hit on me, make the best-smelling muffins I’ve ever tasted, and were there for your sick dog. All with so much confidence and gentleness.”
He used their joined hands to stroke his knuckles down the side of her face, and his voice softened further. “You goad me, you make me wonder about things I’ve never wondered about, or at least have forgotten. You entice me and I think about you all the time. I’ve only just met you, and yet I find myself wondering what you’d think about this or that. I’ll want to get your reaction on something I’m mulling over, because I know you won’t snow me. You might candy-coat it in your unique way, but you’d be real about it. I know you’ll give a thoughtful, well-reasoned response without caring if it’s what I want to hear or not. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
“You’ve been holed up in your office much too long.”
He barked a laugh at that, and when Roscoe woofed, they both laughed. Then his gaze grew quite serious. Which was pretty terrifying, because he meant a lot to her, too.
He kissed her knuckles again, then leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. Something about that simple gesture, sweetly innocent in its promise, so at odds with the man she was coming to know, made tears spring to her eyes. “Drew,” she whispered, her insides quivering. “Thank you for being here. No one has ever been there like that for me until now.”
“What about your friends? They seem pretty tight.”
“They are. It’s just that…things are changing…and I feel out of sorts about it all. Should probably not come as a shock, but I like to take care of people and don’t really expect it in return.”
The room had lightened by degrees as they talked, and now were silent, while the warmth, the sheer sweetness of lying here naked with him after the hot, out-of-control sex lulled her to sleep.
When her alarm went off at its usual hour, she moaned and slammed her hand down on the off button.
She cracked an eyelid to find him smiling at her.
“Oh, God. Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who wake up in the morning all cheery. I need coffee.”
He grinned and kissed her. As morning kisses went, it was heavenly.
“Mmmhmm, maybe I could learn to be a morning person.”
That obviously pleased him, which made her smile. It felt good to smile. “I’m not a complete hardass.”
He grinned and nudged her with his hips. “I happen to think your ass is damn near perfect.”
She bumped him back. “You should know.” Then her smile grew. “Are you blushing?”
“I never blush. I’m pretty sure it goes against the guy rules.”
“I don’t know,” she said, tilting her head to see his face in better light.
He leaned over and had just caught her in a fast kiss when she heard her front door open and close, then, “Brooke?”
It was a measure of how far she had sunk into this budding relationship that, even with the sudden intrusion of the real world, it took her a few more lingering moments to end the kiss and surface.
She identified the intruder. It was Callie. Callie who had a key in case of an emergency and had used it.
They both tensed.
“I tried calling you, but got no answer.” Her boot heels clicked on the hardwood floor. Oh, no. She was headed for the bedroom. “So I came up and let myself in. I brought bagels, but really was hoping you had one of your world famous muffins—Oh, shit.” She materialized in the doorway, looking windblown, a brown paper bag in her hand.
Callie stared at them in bed, and her mouth dropped open, but no words came out. She finally closed it, swallowed hard, her eyes stormy. She cut Drew a very unfriendly look and said, “I’ll be in the living room.”
Drew threw off the covers. “I’d say she doesn’t approve of me. I’ve got to get going anyway.”
“Don’t let her run you off.”
“Believe me. I’m sure I’m not at the top of your friends’ list, unless it’s their shit list. And, when it comes to women and their…discussions, I’d rather be a million miles away. You get my drift. I’ll call you later.”
She smiled slightly. She bet Callie was more worried than surprised to find her tangled up with Drew.
Drew touched her face with the back of his hand and kissed her before he left. She belted a robe around her waist, emerging from the bedroom as the door closed after him.
“I hope he didn’t leave on my account.”
Any other time, she’d have been mortified to have been caught in such a compromising situation. But the real world had returned with a vengeance, and she wasn’t prepared yet.
Brooke put her hands on her hips and tilted her head. “Does being rude come with the bagels instead of the cream cheese?”
Callie sighed and crossed her legs, leaning back into the sofa. “That guy is bad news.”
“He’s helping me.” Brooke turned and went to the kitchen and grabbed the carafe out of the coffee maker and filled it at the sink tap. Callie plopped down the bagel bag with a rattle.
“He’s heading up another suit. It was on the news. What were you thinking sleeping with him?” Brooke’s stomach tumbled over itself. She was on the news? Oh, God, this was so bad.
She poured the water into the well, and pushed the brew button. “I didn’t know who I slept with was your concern.” She wished the coffee would hurry up. She needed the boost of caffeine. She turned away to grab some half and half out of the fridge.
“Brooke? What is wrong?”
“Besides being charged with murder and having one of my best friends think I’m an idiot and a pushover?”
That quieted her for a moment. The silence didn’t soothe her rapidly fraying nerves.
Callie’s voice was gentle when she finally spoke. “I don’t think you’re a pushover. I’m just confused. I thought that guy was trying to bamboozle you.”
Brooke shook her head and sighed. “Bamboozle? No. Yes. At first he was, but he changed. And for your information, he took the wrongful death suit because he was trying to make sure no one else is assigned to it. It’s a stalling tactic.”
“Oh. Well, I’m sorry. I’m just concerned about you.”
“I know you are, but you’ve been so busy with Owen.”
Callie frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Just that you’ve been…absent. Especially from the dog park. That’s our time together.”