An Everlasting Pursuit (PURSUIT, #3) Read online

  After I park the car behind the beach house, and we unload the food into the fridge, we take a walk on the beach, hand in hand, enjoying the salty ocean air and the musical sounds of the waves. Taylor’s beauty shines even more in contrast with the blue-green of the ocean, and I consider taking her here, outside, having the waves as our witness. Possibly in addition to a lot of passers-by. I just have to content myself with kissing her for now and watching her lose herself in our kiss.

  If only she could see the real reason why I want to have kids with her. To have her only for me and to have an unbreakable bond with her. But, more than that, I want her to experience the beauty of being a parent, to mother a child. I’m absolutely sure, being such a caring and loving woman, Taylor is going to make a great mother. And, I want more than the world itself to have kids looking as beautiful as she does, from the inside and out.

  We walk back home in silence and eat our lunch before retiring to the bedroom. She doesn’t have any surprise for me, just her true love and submission, and that in itself is the hottest thing a woman can give to a man. We fuck, we have sex, we make love until we can do no more, and she falls asleep with my sperm drying between her thighs. I can watch the view until the sun goes down.

  I kiss her left hand, right above our wedding band, before leaving for the bathroom to have a quick shower. When I’m done, she’s still sleeping. I leave her a note, telling her that I’ll be back in an hour, and hop into the rental to drive back to the old town to catch the game.

  It’s not one of those busy bars, like the ones I usually go to in LA, when I can convince Taylor to watch with me. Only two tables are taken, one of them is hosting a family with teenage kids, and the other a group of six men. I settle at the bar, close to the wide TV screen, and order chicken wings with beer.

  About half an hour into the game, a woman, wearing a bright-red skirt suit, shows up and slides onto the chair next to mine. She’s blonde with shoulder-length hair, probably in her mid-twenties. From the whistles of the men, she must have an above-average beauty. However, that information does nothing to me. Taylor has turned me completely blind to other women. Beautiful or not, they all look the same to me.

  I shift in my seat uncomfortably and awkwardly self-conscious, hoping the girl is here only for a short time and will leave once she has her order of chicken salad. I take a swig from my beer and turn my back to her and toward the TV, while she’s chatting with the bartender about her order.

  Only a few seconds left for the first half of the game to be over, and the Lakers’ are losing. A Lakers’ offense player shoots the ball but misses the basket. The referee blows the whistle in synch with the screams of the men in the bar. I curse under my breath and turn down to my plate. The game wasn’t worth leaving Taylor alone.

  “Adam Garnett,” I hear the girl saying and reflexively turn my head to her. I’m sure I don’t know her, but she may know me through the conferences I occasionally join.

  “Yes, that’s me.” I work at putting on a professional smile, trying to solve the mystery behind her curiously slow once-over on my torso. “I’m having difficulty remembering whether we’ve met before. I’m truly sorry if we did.”

  “Don’t be sorry, honey. We haven’t been officially introduced, but I know you more than you can imagine.”

  Okay, even if she’s in the construction business or an investor with a large sum of money in her bank account, I’d rather stay away from her, because her eyes don’t look like they’ll stop roaming around my body any time soon.

  “I was just heading over to the table. Nice meeting you.” I gather my plate and get down from the stool.

  “Not so quick, big boy.” She grabs my elbow and pulls my arm toward herself. “Just take a look at this before you go.”

  I glance down at the phone she shoves in front of me and drop my plate on the bar when I notice Taylor on the screen. Her mouth is covered with black tape, and her hands are tied with ropes, while tears rolling down her face. “What the fuck?” I yell, my own hands shaking.

  Taylor’s been kidnapped? By this strange woman who literally came out of nowhere? Does this have anything to do with Valerie?

  “I’d keep my voice low if I were you. As you see, she’s not exactly in a safe place, and a wrong move from you... well, Vladimir, my assistant, will unload the gun in his hand into your little wife’s head.”

  I try to calm myself, although it’s impossible, considering the danger Taylor is in, and sit back on the stool. “Okay. I’ll do anything. Just leave my wife alone. She’s done nothing wrong.”

  “Don’t you worry, darling. I won’t hurt her... as long as you give me what I want.”

  “I will. I have a lot of money, if that’s what you are asking.”

  “No, no, no, baby. Do I look like I need money? I need something more special than that.” She stops and gives me another seductive glance. I have a feeling about what she wants, but hope my senses are fooling me.

  “What is it? Please, just don’t hurt her.”

  “I want a baby, and you’re going to give me that.”

  “A baby?” A baby?

  “You heard me right. I’ve been following you for enough time to know you’re intelligent, compassionate, assertive, and well, handsome, too. And more importantly, you look a lot like my husband. You see, he wants a child but doesn’t know he’s infertile. I’m gonna need your help to trick my husband into becoming a father. I want my baby to take after you with all your good qualities and looks.”

  “I... I can’t give you a baby. I’m married.” Besides how does she know that the baby won’t take after her? A malicious kidnapper? But I’d rather keep that thought to myself in order to maneuver this delicate matter well.

  “Last time I checked, being married doesn’t keep anyone from producing sperm.”

  “But...”

  She lifts her hand and places a finger on my lips, and I force down the knot of disgust her touch is forming in my throat. “It will be easy and quick. You and I will spend the next half hour in the room at the motel down the street, and you’ll have your wife back. You won’t ever see me again. But if you don’t follow my wish, I won’t hesitate to order my assistant to hurt your wife, and you won’t have any choice but watch it. Do you understand what I mean with hurt? She’ll wish she died rather than receiving what Vladimir has in store for her.”

  I swallow slowly, her words shooting bullets into my heart. The possibility of having Taylor hurt? I’d rather walk through fire or run down the cliff than cause her even the slightest pain. But this? Sharing intimacy with another woman? “I don’t think I can get it up... you know.”

  “Let that be my problem.” She sticks out her tongue and licks her lips long enough for me to realize what she has in mind. Fuck. “What do you say? Do we have a deal?”

  I look down at the phone screen again. The man holding Taylor captive is staring down at her as if she’s a piece of meat, and I feel my arms hang loose with exhaustion and hopelessness. There’s nothing to think about. As long as Taylor is safe, I should be able to do whatever this crazy woman is asking me to do. “You have to promise me she won’t get hurt.”

  She nods and lifts the phone to her ear. “Vladimir, you’re not touching her.”

  I hear the guy saying “Okay, boss,” before the woman ends the call.

  “You can call me Sue,” she says and gives me her hand to shake. I work hard, very hard, not to show her my disgust while shaking her hand. With the level of revulsion running through my veins, I’m sure she won’t be able to get any sperm out of my body.

  I pay for my meal and follow her out like an obedient puppy, forcing myself not to black out with the anger and shock coursing through my body. I want to kick myself in the groin for leaving Taylor alone in a house in a deserted location. We were supposed to share an intimate weekend just the two of us, yet a stupid basketball game was more compelling than watching her sound asleep in the bed.

  Sue’s chauffeur opens the door for
her and nods at me. Bile rises in my throat at the sight of her bare thighs as she climbs into the car. She’ll be lucky if I don’t throw up on her barely there skirt, let alone produce any sperm for her.

  “I’m not sure I’ll be able to get it up in these circumstances,” I repeat as I settle in the seat beside her.

  “As I said, ‘let that be my problem.’”

  “How about Taylor? Will you order your assistant to hurt her if I can’t?”

  She turns to face me, and I notice for the first time the clear blue of her eyes. They remind me of the only blue eyes I’m capable of adoring. Taylor’s. “Well.” She bites her lips, gazing at my own lips. “If I don’t succeed at getting you hard and making you come, I’ll accept it as my own failure. And your wife will be free to go.”

  “Okay.” I let out a breath of relief.

  “But.” She reaches her index finger up to my lips and runs it down to my chin, throat, and chest, down to my groin, all the while biting her lower lip. “Take that possibility out of your beautiful head. I’m exceptional at what I’ll be doing to you.”

  It takes an enormous amount of self-control not to yank her hand away. It’s all wrong; me being cornered by this slut, Taylor at the mercy of a wild beast. Even if she lets Taylor go without harming her, I’ll make sure to call the police and get her behind bars for the pain she’s inflicting on Taylor.

  The car stops in front of a motel, and I watch from the corner of my eye as Sue gets out. I should follow her, I know, or the suffering Taylor will have at Vladimir’s hands will be her end. But, I can’t bring myself even to picture myself alone with a woman other than Taylor. I’m irrevocably in love with her. So much so that my legs won’t move to follow that fucking cunt into the motel.

  She sees my hesitation and opens my door, leaning down to reveal her chest. “All you have to do is go lie down on the bed. If you can’t manage that much, I’ll just order Vladimir to do whatever he wants with your wife.” She doesn’t wait for my response, instead straightens up and walks into the motel.

  I rub my hands vigorously over my face, wishing I could just be with Taylor right now. That gangster would regret the day he came out of his mother’s womb. I’d double him over and make him swallow his own testicles, while enjoying the crackling sounds his breaking neck is making.

  Sue’s chauffer knocks on the window, and I finally find enough courage in me to get out of the car. I’m doing this for Taylor’s safety. The faster I’m over with it, the sooner Taylor will be free.

  Sue is waiting for me in front of the elevator with a key in her hand and steps into the cab when I arrive. As soon as the doors slide close, her hands roam over my chest through my shirt. I can’t bear her touches on my chest, how will I stomach it when I have to do the real action?

  “Relax. All I want is half an hour. If I’m not done with you after that time, you’re free to go, so is you wife.”

  Her words aren’t exactly calming, but I work hard to appear as if they are and follow her out of the elevator and into a small room.

  “Take your shirt off and lie down on the bed,” she orders and reaches for a drawer. I do as she says while watching her take out headphones, rope, and a sleep mask. Before I can ask what she’ll do with them, she grabs my hand and starts tying it with the rope. “We’ll be playing a little bondage game.”

  I try to pull my hand away. “You didn’t tell me about that.”

  “Does it matter how I’ll get what I want as long as I get it?”

  Apparently not, or I wouldn’t be in this situation. She pulls the rope tighter around my wrist and ties it to the wooden frame of the bed. After repeating the same procedure for my other wrist, she grabs the headphones, hooks it up with her phone, and plugs them into my ears. Next comes the sleeping mask, and I’m left with only my senses of touch and smell to know what she’s up to.

  Moments pass while I lie still on the bed, waiting for her next move. Then I feel her fingers draw a trail of circles around my nipples, her tongue sucking each of my breasts. It’s revolting and painful. Another woman touching me the way only Taylor is allowed to is like stabs at my skin. However soft or tender the touches might be, they’re going to break me, change me into someone else. The innocence I have with Taylor will disappear forever.

  “Please, don’t do it. I love my wife to death. She’s the only woman for me,” I say through the loud Beethoven ringing in my ears. “She’ll know what’s going on between you and me. She’ll never see me as the same person again. This will ruin everything between my wife and me. Please. I’m begging you, please don’t sabotage my marriage.”

  Her hand and lips pause for a moment. I have to take advantage of her hesitation now. “I have exactly five million dollars in my account. All of it will be yours to the last penny, if you stop right now and let Taylor and me go.” I pray to god that she’s changing her mind. She has to; otherwise I don’t know how Taylor will continue loving me. “Nothing will ever be the same again between my wife and me. I’ll be ruined for her.” And she’ll always see you, the sluttiest bitch that’s shown her face on earth, whenever we get intimate. If we ever get intimate at all.

  My words apparently have no effect whatsoever on Sue, because her hands move down and she settles between my legs, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I pull my arms against the rope and curse loudly when her fingers curl around my cock.

  This is it. The end of my innocence. More so because my cock is shamelessly growing in her hand, with each lick of her wet tongue. As disgusting as it is to my soul, my flesh seems to take an extra pleasure in the fervent administrations of her tongue and lips. Before I know it, she takes me into her mouth, so deep that her lips touch the base of my cock. Shit! Taylor can barely pass the head of my erection and has to work the rest of my shaft with her hands. But this bitch! Clearly she’s an experienced slut to give head like this, sucking and licking every inch of my erection without gagging.

  “Stop it! Please, I’m begging you.” So I won’t have the ultimate regret of enjoying another woman’s mouth, on top of being raped. My cock vibrates with the hums coming from her throat, and I guess she’s just laughing at my weakness. She was right about her unbeatable skills of getting my seeds out of me. Was I a fool thinking I’d never cheat on Taylor, or take a second glance at another woman. I’m the worst of the men for being so defenseless against a random bitch. Even three rounds of sex with Taylor only an hour ago won’t stop me coming into Sue’s mouth.

  “No, please,” I plead over and over again and notice the tears rolling down my cheeks. I cry while my cock is having the time of its life. I weep for all the promises I gave to Taylor about my loyalty and love for her, and my disappointment in myself slowly turns into anger and rage, filling me to the brim. I start screaming at the top of my lungs, “Stop it right now or I swear to god I’ll come after you and make you pay for what you’re doing to me.”

  A vast amount of pre-come is mixing with her saliva, creating a perfect environment for me to spurt the boiling sperm inside me. Sue must have felt it, too, because she releases my cock from her cozy mouth, leaving it throbbing and twitching with need, and moves over my body.

  Fuck, it’s coming. The moment of pain and indignity is only seconds away, and I wish nothing but to slash my cock and balls so I can spare myself the shame of fucking another woman.

  I try to think of the day my mother died, how much my entire family suffered after her, Jack’s funeral, and Taylor’s years-long depression, hoping my cock will deflate. To my absolute surprise, it does. Only to some degree, though, and gains back its fullness as soon as Sue’s wet pussy walls wrap around it.

  It’s irreversible now. My manhood, which I thought belonged to Taylor permanently, is twitching inside another woman to the point of no return. And fuck me if I’m not full with the rage of killing someone. That someone being Sue.

  “You disgusting cunt. I swear I’ll make you pay this. You’ll regret touching me.” I use all my power to pull against the
ropes, pushing and shoving my torso to get the fucking slut off of me.

  Why did I agree on this? Why didn’t I think of a solution instead of following Sue’s orders like a mindless airhead?

  She’s a woman and obviously strength-wise my inferior. Beating up a woman has never ever crossed my mind. Even Valerie, after all the things she did to Jack, his parents, and Taylor, wouldn’t be able to cause me to raise a hand to her. But, Sue. I wouldn’t hesitate a second to beat the fuck out of her. It’d have been much better for everyone involved if I’d have just done that until she fainted and then found a way to locate Vladimir before he could hurt Taylor.

  However, now I have no way but go through the torture of my life, as my love for and commitment to Taylor is being demeaned and crashed inside the cunt of a perverted pig of a woman. I stop struggling and fighting. I can do nothing but surrender and let her ride me as her heart desires. My tears and sobs are the only proof of the wakefulness of my otherwise still body.

  Moments before my eruption, she slows down her marathon ride and leans down on me, her one hand pressing on my chest, the other pulling away the headphones. Does she want me to hear her disgusting moans as she climaxes around me?

  Her hair causes tingles on my skin, as her lips find my earlobe and begin sucking it. I flinch and turn away, because I’m afraid she’ll reach for my lips, the only part of me that’s not violated by her.

  Her lips follow a trail toward my mouth, and her hands grab the sleeping mask. What was the point of putting them on in the first place if she was planning to take them off anyway?

  As soon as the sleeping mask comes off, she smashes her lips against mine. My stomach doesn’t revolt as I expected at feeling those soft, moist lips licking my lower lip gently, almost lovingly. My cock pulses with desire. I’m almost there, about to explode into another woman, yet it doesn’t feel as disgusting as it should be.

  My eyes, filled with tears, open up but I can’t see much, except for a mass of brown hair falling all around my face.