C2 Chapter 02

Mack

I was feeling a little odd. My own place was two doors away and I hadn’t even realised that I had a neighbour. I took my jacket off and put it on the chair.

“Thank you again,” she said, standing close to me. I inhaled sharply, aware of the fact that I wanted to take her to my bed and fuck her slowly until dawn. “What would you like to drink?”

“White coffee please, and stop thanking me. It’s fine. You don’t have to worry about any other assholes. I hate guys like that. They don’t know how to treat women, particularly a beautiful woman like you,” I stated. She smiled widely and my dick twitched. This was wrong. I needed to remember that she was a victim and probably traumatised, not someone that I should be fantasising about. She went away to the kitchen to take care of the coffee. I dragged my hand through my hair, remembering my place, the undercover operation that I was supposed to be involved in.

I looked around her stylish apartment, feeling slightly tense. I shouldn’t be mixing with any other residents from the complex. This was against the rules, but this evening I wasn’t playing by the rules. Tonight I was just myself. Tobias Stanley, the man that was so scared that he had to function as Mack McCune.

When I heard the smash of broken glass, I was on my feet again, hurrying to see what happened.

The beautiful stranger was kneeling on the floor picking up what looked like a broken glass, muttering quiet, angry words to herself.

“Don’t touch that; you might hurt yourself,” I said, squatting in front of her. We both reached for the same piece and our fingers touched. An instantaneous stronger dose of heat shot down my body, igniting an already burning desire. She had soft, delicate skin and I didn’t want to let go of her hand.

“I’m so clumsy tonight,” she mumbled, looking at me with embarrassment. Fuck, even after the incident with that prick, I saw want and need in her eyes. This was dangerous. I lifted myself up, knowing that my cock was hard as granite—this wasn’t good.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Her breathing was irregular and those eyes were hypnotising me, letting me know that she wanted me to ravage her slowly and with precise care. We were close to each other and I had to let her know that whatever was in her eyes wasn’t a good idea, but then she moved forward and kissed me.

For a split second I was ready to push her away and tell her that she didn’t want this, but a sudden craving for more stopped me. I had no fucking clue what was happening, and her lips tasted sweet as champagne and felt so unbelievably soft.

I entwined my fingers into her hair and brought her body closer. She probably felt my hardness pressed over her sex. Well, I couldn’t exactly hide it. I couldn’t explain this attraction, but I kept devouring her mouth, teasing her tongue until she moaned into my mouth. This woman left me breathless and I didn’t want to let go of her.

Finally, I pulled back, breathing hard. She was flustered and that turned me on even more.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. You aren’t ready,” I rasped.

“I can’t be alone tonight; please don’t make me be alone,” she said with determination in her voice, looking broken. I dragged my hand through my hair, wondering what the hell was wrong with me, denying her pleasure.

She had showed up at this party because she wanted to spend a night with someone. She wanted no-strings-attached sex, like me.

Anyway, who was I to judge her? I fucking came here to release the same frustration, a longing for something else, a nagging and craving that I couldn’t satisfy. I was fed up with my daily routine. That short asshole at the party acted quicker than everyone else in the room. He saw her and went straight for it, obviously not knowing how to act like a decent human being.

I couldn’t deny the instant attraction, the thrill of excitement that spread in my bones. I didn’t know her, but there was something about this woman that made me want her. Maybe it was her determination and that hunger for intimacy I saw in her eyes. I had no idea, but at the end of the day we both wanted the same thing.

She was my type—short, slender and probably experienced enough in the bedroom. She was so small, fitting in my chest perfectly. I smiled and couldn’t wait any longer. I crushed my lips against hers, tasting her mouth and letting go of whatever resistance I held. This time my kiss started gentle, but that only lasted for a second or two, and I instantly demanded more.

“I hate wasting time, Angel, so let’s just get on with this. My cock is aching for you,” I said, my voice stern. It’d been a while since I let the other side of me take control. I let her see my dark desires just once, and once was enough. I didn’t want to be the regular normal guy for the woman that stood in front of me. I wanted her to see the real me. It’d been two years and it was time I remembered what I truly enjoyed, and how much I needed to dominate another being.

She smelled fucking unbelievable and I wanted to take her right there, to devour her completely. Her eyes were telling me that she was ready for whatever I wanted to throw her way.

“I love the way you took control and led me out of there with a simple command.”

“Want me to take control again? I asked.

“Please,” she replied.

I smiled wolfishly, whilst keeping my eyes on hers. I lifted her up, so her legs were wrapped around my waist, her sex perfectly aligned over my stiff cock. She was small and weighed almost nothing. Our entrance to her bedroom was abrupt but passionate, and the rush of heat and blood through my body felt so damn good. I had no fucking idea what had gotten into me, but I wanted to thrust my cock into this stranger’s wet folds. She blew my senses apart and my groin was burning like hell.

Ellie

I was panting with excitement. This man, whoever he was, woke a craving in me for wild and adventurous sex. The attraction was there, terrifying and yet thrilling. I had to take a risk, so I kissed him. I couldn’t stand another lonely night. I didn’t want to be that self-conscious girl with a shattered confidence anymore. The cruel memories were feeding on my soul. I had to be close to another human being to break the cycle, to move on with whatever life I chose for myself.

“Take all your clothes off,” he commanded, standing by the bed and staring at me with his hard eagle-like eyes. His order sent a shudder right down to my core, lighting up the dead cells. I was out of my dress before I knew it, standing in my white lace bra and knickers, expecting him to follow me, but he hadn’t moved. His eyes took me in and began moving slowly down my body. I waited patiently, not quite sure what to expect.

“I said all the clothes off!” he ordered with a hint of impatience, but his domineering voice was a real turn-on. No one had ever talked to me like that in the bedroom, not even Andrew. My pussy was wet for him; it throbbed with need and I craved his touch. I had never been prudish or shy, but in all my deepest fantasies I never imagined submitting to a dominant lover. There was something about Mack that made me want to please him.

I stepped off the bed and let my bra fall to the floor. My knickers followed. This huge man in front of me had a wide strong jaw and light blond hair. He was tall, wide shouldered and strongly built. Our kiss was sensual but rough, and I loved every second of it.

He took off his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt. My heart stuttered between my ribs when my eyes took in the sculpted muscles on his chest. He had a scar on the right side of his abdomen, wide and long. I was curious and almost asked where it came from, but I forced myself to keep quiet. He wasn’t at all like any other men that I’d ever slept with—I had never in my life been this excited about what was about to happen.

“Trousers off,” I said approaching him and wanting to run my fingers over his arm, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to his chest.

He leaned over and growled into my ear, "Tonight this pussy belongs to me—it will feel pleasure because I want it to, it will be wet for me because I want it to be wet, and you will come when I say because I want you to. But, my Angel, not until I say you can.”

He moved away from me and spread my legs wide apart and sat between my knees, looking at my nakedness intently.

"You have such a pretty sex," he said, sliding his fingers up my slit. "You can beg and plead all you like—I quite enjoy it when you do—but like your pussy, your orgasm belongs to me."

I began to tremble as he slid his fingers through my wetness. He started to massage my clit with his thumb hard and fast, taking me by surprise, then thrust two fingers into my hole. Massaging my inner walls with his fingers, he suddenly bit down on my nipple, surprising me. I moaned loudly and bucked my hips up to meet his hand, feeling a new rush of wetness gather between my thighs.

"Oh God, please… I need this, I need to come,” I started to beg as I met the thrust of his hand. He removed his hand and I felt bereft at the loss of him. "No. Please, no," I whined.

"Angel, your orgasm is mine to give as I please. Now, no more moving or I won’t let you come. Do you understand?"

I nodded my head and he bit my inner thigh with a sharp growl. It shocked me. It hurt, but not in an unpleasant way; more like he was letting me know he was in charge, he was the boss. "Yes, yes, I understand. I'll be good now."

“Get on all fours now and be quiet,” he ordered, pulling away all of a sudden. My head spun and I wasn’t ready for it, but I obeyed him, feeling that he had more cards up his sleeve. For a moment the room was absolutely silent. I could only hear the sound of our heavy breathing and feel our vibrating excitement. I had no idea what was happening to me, but his touch made me responsive, twisting me into a mush of submission. In the bedroom, I had always been in control; men were pleased when I turned into a dirty-talking slut, but not this time. This stranger switched my usual role around.

My thighs were shaking with anticipation and my pussy was drenched. I was on my knees with my ass in the air, waiting for him to plunge his hard dick inside me. I heard him rip something off, probably a packet for the condom. Good that he was so well prepared.

When he thrust himself inside me, I crumbled, taking all of him in, crying out. He gripped my hips and started fucking me. Fast and hard. Bringing me to the edge of orgasm, letting me feel it build to that delicious edge of the cliff, then slowing right down to stave off my release, then moving fast again. It was agony, a delicious torture.

“This will be quick but intense, Angel,” he rasped and bit my ear.

I had never experienced anything like it. This stranger, whoever he was, pulled the pieces of my shattered soul back together. He was rough but sensual, fucking me until I was out of breath, heart jackhammering in my chest. He pounded into me fast and I panted and moaned, begging for more. He didn’t let me rest until we were both on the edge.

Then he wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled my head back towards him. "Come now, my Angel. Squeeze my cock nice and tight and come."

I had no control; I had no options. My body responded to him and I writhed on his beautiful cock, letting my orgasm take over as I moaned and screamed. I felt his release build as he pulsed inside of me. Within moments he was ready again and I was losing touch with reality. My hips moved back and forth, up and down his cock. It was like a punishingly sweet race, only I wasn’t keeping up with him.

I didn’t care what his name was, who he was or where he came from. That night all I cared about was the fact that he didn’t let me sleep, not once.

He was assertive, commanding and passionate. He abused my body in every delightful way, eased the uncontrollable rhythmic throbbing, and shattered any doubt and hesitation. I collapsed on his chest hours later, exhausted but satisfied. Every ounce of pleasure had been wrung from my body. My whole body was numb, heart speeding. It wasn’t long before I drifted to sleep, knowing that I was no longer alone.

Mack

I was dreaming about Charlotte touching me. She was tracing the muscles of my arms, smiling at me, humming our favourite tune. It was bliss. I groaned, remembering our intimate moments together. Then I shook myself awake, moving on the bed. It took me a few seconds to realise that I was holding a warm petite body in my arms and I wasn’t dreaming anymore. I rubbed my eyes with my free hand, inhaling the soft smell of amber and vanilla. My morning wood was rubbing itself over her ass. I took a deep breath, remembering last night quite clearly. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep. I should have left after she was out, snoring next to me. Eventually I managed to wriggle myself off the dark-haired woman that I fucked last night. She muttered something in her sleep, but didn’t wake up. Lucky me.

I had an urge to kiss her soft, slightly tanned skin like I used to caress Charlotte’s, but instead I dismissed that thought. That would be a mistake. One night, that’s all there was to it. This woman was beautiful. And obedient. It had been a while since I had someone so gentle in my bed, someone who made me stiff and ready for more. I didn’t know her name and that was all right. What might have mattered was that she lived two doors away from me. But it looked like Lurkin wasn’t moving in after all, so one night with her didn’t matter. I’d be relocating, abandoning this part of Scotland and starting over somewhere else. That bastard was getting away again.

I found my clothes around the bed, put my boxers and trousers on, and headed out. For a split second I wondered if I could slip back to her bed and just wait until she woke up, but I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. My cock was hard again and that wasn’t good. I dragged my hand through my hair, seeing flashes of her on top of me. It was supposed to be just one night. I didn’t need to leave my number. I couldn’t anyway.

Her heavy panting, her soft mouth, everything about this woman felt right. It was a shame that yesterday was my last and final night in the Grange.

I had been working as an undercover detective for over ten years and I was one of the best. Always driven and committed to get the job done. I’d been assigned to live in the complex for over a week, waiting and preparing for another operation, but something had happened yesterday. Rob Pollock, the powerful drug supplier, had changed his mind. Someone must have spooked him. It was time to move on and report at the headquarters in Glasgow.

I unlocked the door to my apartment and walked inside. It was 7:00 a.m. on Sunday morning. In a couple of hours I could forget about the past week, move on. It was a real shame. After years of preparation, I nearly had him. Adrian Lurkin, that was the name that he was using these days. He was the biggest supplier of heroin and cocaine in Scotland and I knew that I should have put him behind bars years ago.

Last night I managed to empty the frustration and anger the past eighteen months had seeded in me. Now I was back to my usual self: a miserable, fucked-up thirty-something guy with anger management issues. My thoughts escaped to the woman two doors down and I clenched my fists, wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. I had had one-night stands before, years ago before everything went to shit, but this time everything felt different. The sex was better, mind-blowing, more intense, and I wanted to sink my cock inside her tight heat again.

My phone started ringing, and my stomach twisted with nervous energy. It hadn’t rung for a week, so why now and why so early in the morning? I cursed under my breath and picked it up.

“Hello.”

“Stanley, there has been a shift in the operation. The sale went through as planned just this morning. A large sum of money has been transferred to the landowner. You’re staying and we are back in the game,” said the gruff voice on the other end of the line that belonged to Superintendent Colman, my superior. I looked down at the phone, thinking that he couldn’t be serious. Yesterday I had different instructions; I was being transferred.

“You’re kidding,” I snarled, although I knew that my boss never joked around when it came to the job.

“We don’t know what’s happened, but we know for a fact that the suspect is going to be there this afternoon, so get ready. In a couple of minutes you’ll get an envelope with more details. Stephanie has broken her foot, so I’m pulling her off the case, but Claire has volunteered to replace her.”

I shut down, blood stopped circulating through my body.

“Claire?” I questioned, losing my breath. I hoped this was a joke. “I would rather be here on my own. Without a wife, I can bond with him quicker.”

“We have discussed this before, Stanley. You will be more believable as a married couple. I’m not cutting her off just because of some kind of misunderstanding that should have been settled years ago,” Colman stated, not taking any shit from me as usual.

“Fine, but she better stick to the plan.”

“Be respectful. I’ve got enough on my back as it is. She’s a good detective.”

I gripped the phone so tightly that my knuckles went white. Fucking Claire, why did she have to get involved? Of course, she would be excited at the idea of seeing me again. We had worked together in the past, and she knew me better than anyone else. My wife Charlotte had trusted her and she had paid for that trust with her own life.

A moment later there was a thick white envelope pushed under my door. I picked it up and tore it apart. Inside were the newest pictures of Rob Pollock. He hadn’t changed much, but he’d probably gotten richer. I had to gain his trust and get close to him so he would offer me a job. That meant that I had to stay in the Grange for longer than I originally anticipated. So there was another problem. The woman a couple doors down the hall could complicate things. I should have listened to the voice of reason. Shit.

I needed to get to the shower and clear my head, think about how things were going to pan out for the next couple of weeks. I kept reminding myself that it had been five years since my wife had passed away. I had begun living a normal life again; at least I’d been attempting it. I took on any and all assignments because I enjoyed the buzz, deep down hoping that I would die as I always wanted to: by serving my country. Some days I wondered why God let me live. I didn’t deserve it. While the danger and adrenaline kept me going, I tried not to think about that day. Charlotte was gone and there was nothing that I could do about it.

While the warm water surged over my body, my mind kept flashing through images of last night—the woman’s moans, her soaking pussy and the face she made when she came. Fuck, it was like I couldn’t get her out of my head. I should’ve felt guilty, but I didn’t. Maybe our paths crossed because she was letting me know that there was life beyond death, beyond love. No one had ever made me feel this way, so maybe I still had a chance to pull away from the grief that was slowly consuming me.

Half an hour later, with a towel around my waist, I stepped back into the living room, still pretty pissed off, wondering how I was supposed to behave around Claire now. I didn’t even notice that I wasn’t alone anymore. She was sitting on the sofa looking at the pictures in the envelope. She lifted her head and smiled when she saw me.

“I think we’ve been avoiding each other long enough. It’s time, Tobias. Time to start over.”