Losing Her (Lost and Found Book 1) Page 7

  “If you say so.” I was still hesitant, but dropped it. I clicked through a few more files to see if there was anything else that I could report to him at this time, but came up short. “Basically, that’s it. I’ve found her, established contact and am still observing her.”

  “Has she said why she left?”

  “She hasn’t.”

  “Alright, well stay on her and use whatever methods necessary to get more information on what she’s doing. The Prescott family has a lot of publicity to do and we can only cover her absence for so long. At some point, she’ll have to make an appearance.”

  I nodded in response, as if he could see me, “Alright then.”

  “Stay in touch,” he said cooly. It sounded more like a command than a request. Then the call was over.

  I shook my head, still feeling the tension of my angry outburst flowing through my veins. I hated that I let go and allowed myself to get angry again. If I didn’t get control of myself, I’d lose out on more than just this job.

  SEVEN | Alina

  Sleep evaded me, but my body was tired. I was still nursing the mild lingering effects of my wine hangover, but the stinging pain of rejection made my sullen mood more pronounced. I stared up at the ceiling, watching my ceiling fan spin in slow circles. Not fast enough to produce any legitimate wind, but not slow enough to stop turning altogether. A lone tear slid down the side of my face.

  I wasn’t sure exactly why I was upset. I’d practically thrown myself at him. What did I expect to happen? Granted, I was pleasantly surprised when he kissed me back and thrilled when he deepened it. I groaned thinking about his hands sliding down my body. I thought he was enjoying it, but when he pulled away so abruptly. That had shattered any self-esteem I had when it came to Derrick and what I thought had been a mutual attraction between us.

  Feeling rejected by him only made my loneliness that much greater. I had been lonely back home, but being out here in this town on my own intensified it. I had virtually no one to talk to. No one to distract

  me from my thoughts. No one dictating my schedule. While it was nice to do as I pleased, I almost missed the chaos.

  More tears spilled from my eyes and gathered into my pillow. I closed my eyes and tried to swallow the sadness down. I had come out here for a reason. I just couldn’t decide if that reason was worth it anymore.

  My phone illuminated, casting a bright light onto the ceiling as it vibrated on my nightstand. I reached for it, taking note that it was after ten o’clock at night. The screen read UNKNOWN NUMBER as it reverberated in my hand. I felt my heart racing.

  Was it Jason? Was it my mother? Where they telling me they were coming to get me? Did they know where I had gone?

  Then I realized no one had my new number. I still had my old cell phone. It was tucked away in my dresser drawers. Deep in the back and powered off so I didn’t have to listen to the constant ringing like I had those first few days of being gone. This phone, however, was new.

  Completely new number and not listed anywhere, so it couldn’t be them.

  I hesitated for one more minute before I pressed the green answer button.

  “Hello?”

  “Alina.”

  It was him. His deep voice rumbled through the phone feeling like a bolt of electricity as it electrified my entire body, making each nerve stand on end.

  “Derrick?”

  “Yes, it’s me.”

  “Wha..why are you calling?” I stammered out. He even made me nervous through the phone.

  I heard him exhale over the line, “I’m sorry, Alina.”

  I fought to keep my voice and breathing even as I responded, but my pulse was quickening, “For what?”

  “For running out on you. I’m an asshole for that. You deserve so much more than that and I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

  I held the phone closer to my ear, wishing he was closer all while not saying a word. A few heartbeats passed before he spoke up again, “Are you there?”

  “Yes, I’m here.”

  “Will you forgive me?” he asked, a certain pleading in his voice.

  I knew I would even if he hadn’t asked, and I told him so. Then with the air being cleared, I added, “I’m sorry for throwing myself on you like that. I shouldn’t have assumed you felt that way about me.” I closed my eyes, bracing myself for another slap to my already fragile ego.

  “Don’t apologize for that. I wanted it too. I just didn’t know how to go about it,” he admitted.

  My eyes flew open and I bit my lip feeling hopeful. “You did?”

  “Mhmm,” he murmured, “ever since I saw you at the cafe I’ve been wanting to kiss you.”

  My stomach did a backflip and I couldn’t help myself, “I’ve wanted to kiss you too.”

  His voice was noticeably quieter and softer when he spoke again, “I wish I was there with you.”

  “Me too.”

  “Are you in bed?”

  “Mhmm,” I murmured. I snuggled deeper into the bed, letting the comforter and pillows surround me more.

  “Me too,” his voice was barely a whisper now.

  We both stayed quiet on the phone. Our breaths the only sounds that permeated the silence. My core heated and I gasped at the sensation. Just his breathing was turning me on. I closed my eyes

  again, listening to him remembering how his breath had washed over me as we kissed. I pressed my thighs together, hoping for relief. It only made the yearning worse.

  “Derrick?” I breathed.

  “Yes?” he whispered back.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Thinking about you.”

  “What about me?” I dared.

  “How beautiful you are. How perfect your lips feel. How sweet you taste. How soft you are,” he offered with no hesitation.

  I felt my cheeks growing hot, “Me?”

  “Yes, Alina. Yes you. You are stunning. Everything about you.”

  “I feel the same way about you,” I admitted.

  “I doubt you’re feeling what I’m feeling right now.”

  I could hear him smiling through the phone, but the husky tone in his voice sent shivers throughout my body. I was covered in goosebumps and my sex tightened at the implied meaning in his words.

  I slid my free hand over my thigh and settled it between my legs, resting my fingertips on the cotton fabric of my panties.

  My breathing was heavier now, almost labored. I knew he could hear it. Part of me wanted him to. I took another brave leap of faith. Or rather stupidity. I wasn’t sure which one at this point.

  “Maybe I am.”

  “Oh?”

  I dragged one more breath through my lips and exhaled before whispering, “I’m touching myself right now.”

  Silence. Agonizing silence followed my bold statement. I held my breath, counting silently as the seconds passed.

  Fifteen…Sixteen…Seventeen…

  Still no response.

  Twenty-two…twenty-three…twenty-four…

  I almost threw my phone across the room in horrified embarrassment. This was twice now that I’d thrown myself at him and he hadn’t reacted well.

  Twenty-nine…thirty…thirty-one…thirty-two…

  Hang up the phone, Alina, I told myself. Hang up the phone and maintain some of your dignity.

  “What did you say?” His voice was dark and sultry. And unreadable.

  I swallowed, “I’m touching myself.”

  He made a deep, sexy sound eliciting more goosebumps on my skin. “Alina…” he trailed off.

  I pressed my fingertips down, feeling the heat of my arousal through the thin fabric. “Hmm?” was all I could manage.

  “How does it feel?” he asked, huskily.

  “I haven’t moved past my panties.”

  My voice was shaky. Anxiety and my fragile ego had me on edge, wondering if he was judging me harshly for the things I was saying.

  “Take them off,” he said thickly.

  I paused for a bri
ef second, unsure if I’d heard him correctly.

  “You want me to take off my panties?” I asked.

  “Yes. Take them off now. Tell me how you feel.”

  I swallowed again, suddenly feeling more shy than ever. He was asking me to do something that I had never done before, even though I’d instigated it. Some deep-seeded part of me wanted to give him what he was asking for. I didn’t fight that urge. Slowly, I lifted them with my thumb and pushed them down my legs, toeing them off into the sheets.

  Despite him being in another part of the village while I was bundled deep under my comforter, I felt raw and exposed.

  “Okay,” I finally whispered.

  “Are you wet for me Alina?” he asked.

  My hand moved back to settle between my legs and I pushed my middle finger between my lips. I was indeed wet for him. And hot. I shuddered as the pad of my finger pressed down on my clit and delicious vibrations swept over my body.

  “Yes,” I sighed.

  “Tell me,” he urged.

  “I’m wet for you.”

  “Mmm. And your nipples? Are they hard too?”

  I could feel them straining against my shirt, “Yes. They are.”

  “God,” he groaned, “I felt them earlier as I was kissing you. I wanted to take them in my mouth then and lick them. Did you want that too?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want to come for me, baby girl?” he asked, his voice taking on a darker tone.

  I nodded, “Mmhmm.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I..I..I want to c-come for you, Derrick.” I stammered out. My fingers had been moving up and down my inner lips while he talked and the sensations were driving me wild. Coupled with his voice and I was sure to explode, sooner rather than later.

  “I want you to come for me, Alina.”

  I shuddered. His voice was smooth, dark, and full of lust. I was sure he could bring me to orgasm just on his voice alone. The way my body reacted to him was new to me. “What are you doing now?”

  “Waiting for you,” I admitted. My answer was a two-fold one. I was waiting for him to give me direction, but I also knew I was waiting for him to come have his way with me. I tingled with anticipation.

  “Circle your clit, but don’t touch it. Yet.”

  “Okay,” I said tentatively, anxious for where he was going to take me. A moan escaped my lips as I followed his command.

  “Yes, baby. Don’t be shy. Tell me how good it feels,” he rasped.

  “Ah…Mmm..It feels good…really good.”

  “Mmm, plunge two fingers as deep as you can go.”

  I did as I was told. My index and middle finger slid deeper into my sex. The silkiness of my arousal coating them. I moaned again, involuntarily.

  “Does that feel good, baby?”

  “Yes…it does.” I moved my fingers in and out, rubbing the heel of my palm against my delicate nub.

  “Let me hear you.”

  I tilted my head back. My mouth falling open, letting my moans flow out over the airwaves. My core was slick and hot and tender. As I teased and rubbed the sensitive folds, using my wetness to lubricate my fingers, I let go.

  “Mmm…ahh… it feels…so…good…mmm.”

  “Yes, baby. Don’t hold back, let go for me,” he groaned.

  “Ah…mmm…oh my god…”

  My fingers worked furiously, rubbing in circles with various points of pressure around my clit. The hot tension started building at my center.

  “I..I’m…going t-to…”

  “Come Alina,” he whispered.

  My body quaked and shuddered as an orgasm rolled over me.

  The deep timbre of his voice was my undoing. I let out a sound that was a mix between a whimper and a groan. Aftershocks rocked my body as I laid there, chest heaving while my fingers moving lazily between my legs.

  On the other end, I heard nothing for several seconds while I slowed my breathing.

  “Open the door,” he said gruffly.

  “What?” I gasped, half-sitting up and looking around as if he would be standing at the foot of my bed.

  “Open the door,” he repeated slowly. “I’m downstairs.”

  “Um. Okay.”

  I pulled the covers back and swung my legs over the edge, sliding my panties back up my legs. I tiptoed quickly through the hall and down the stairs, stopping in front of the door. I hesitated with my hand on the knob for a brief second, bracing myself for the sight of him again. I pulled the door open and the air in my lungs left my body.

  Derrick was a sight for tired and horny eyes. He wore fitted sweatpants and a t-shirt, both of which hugged him in all the right places. All in black. I was starting to notice a trend in his wardrobe. He had a baseball cap that he’d thrown on backwards that gave his usual grown man look a youthful twinge to it. My core tightened at the sight of him.

  He stepped over the threshold and pulled me into him. My body practically melted against him as he stroked my cheek lightly, staring into my eyes before leaning down for a kiss. His mouth was possessive and all consuming. Like he couldn’t get enough of me. I felt out of breath almost immediately, but I was comforted by his warm and firm embrace.

  His tongue found mine and I felt shivers of electricity flowing through me. This was only our second kiss but his taste was already familiar to me.

  All too soon, he pulled away holding me at arms length. I opened my eyes and found him staring at me intensely, his eyes cloudy with lust.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he growled.

  I was still catching my breath from our kiss and words escaped me, so I just stared back. The house was dark and the night outside the door was inky black save for the street lamps lining the street. The dim lighting made it hard for me to discern his features, but I was still in awe of him.

  He closed the door with his foot, still not breaking eye contact with me. “Did I wake you, Alina?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

  I shook my head, “No. I was awake.”

  He pushed a few loose tendrils away from my face, “How do you feel?” he asked, still brushing his fingertips over my hair.

  “Good,” I admitted. The way he made my body sing the way it just had, without even touching me, was blowing my mind. I didn’t know this man from Adam, but he was already commanding my body in a huge way.

  He smirked, pulling me closer to him, tilting my head backwards so I could see him. Our foreheads rested together, “Let’s go back to bed,” his voice thick with lust. His hands released me and I led the way back up the stairs and to the bedroom. The awareness that he was here, walking behind me, made my pulse quicken.

  I pushed open my bedroom door, suddenly shy as we moved towards my queen size bed. Knowing that literally moments before, I was tangled in the sheets moaning and orgasming for him through my phone. He went to the other side of the bed and pulled back the mess of covers, revealing my phone. I avoided his eyes, embarrassment heating my face, as I reached for it and placed it on my nightstand.

  We climbed into the bed, him fully clothed and me in my underwear again, and before I could move anywhere, his massive hands were wrapped around my hips, pulling me closer to him. My back against his front, his nose nuzzled into my neck, and a noticeable hardness pressing against my ass. I felt my sex clench tightly again,

  despite being bone tired. His fingers skimmed against the exposed skin on my hip before settling around my waist.

  I sighed. This felt good.

  “Goodnight beautiful,” he murmured, his lips pressed to my ear.

  I snuggled closer to him, drifting off peacefully.

  EIGHT | Derrick

  When my eyes opened, the house was dark and quiet. Alina’s warm body had rolled away slightly as she shifted in her sleep. I glanced at her figure furtively before sliding seamlessly out of bed, grabbing her cell phone on the way. Thankfully, she hadn’t noticed.

  Despite my growing attraction to her, I was still working. Part of that contract included surve
illance. Since I couldn’t be with Alina all of the time — hell since I shouldn’t be with Alina all of the time— I needed to set up a quick network of surveillance cameras and recorders. Jason had authorized me to use whatever methods necessary to get information on her, even if those methods were highly illegal. Not having her consent could send me straight to jail, but having them sign off on it saved me from being thrown under the bus by them later down the road.