Moth to a Flame (13 page)

I angrily crumpled the paper in my hands, wanting to slam my fist through the wall.

“What’s it say?” Her voice trembled with her question. She could sense my anger radiating from me and flicked her gaze my way nervously.

“It doesn’t matter. He’s a fucking psycho that needs to be dealt with. Lia, I think we need to file a police report,” I admitted, pissed that I couldn’t do more to protect her.

“Why? Was it that bad, Cale? I’m scared,” she whimpered, standing from the table. She flew into my arms where I held her tight.

“Yeah, it kind of was, Lia. We need to be careful of this guy. I feel like he’s unpredictable.”

She frowned and nodded.

“Let’s shower and then we’ll head to the police department after we’ve had some breakfast. I think it would be best if I stayed with you for a while until the police catch this asshole,” I told her firmly.

She nodded her agreement and kissed my lips. “Thank you, Cale, for being you. I could never get through this by myself. My past is a nightmare to begin with, so this with Sam would have normally sent me right over the edge. I feel like, with you, I can deal with them both without losing my mind,” she confessed to me.

I rubbed her cheekbones with my thumbs and gazed into her glossy, green eyes. This woman meant so much to me already, so I wasn’t about to let some stalker asshole ruin things for us. We both deserved to be happy, and there was no way he was coming between us.

Leading her to the bathroom, I thought of how quickly we’d evolved into a power radiating with passion and understanding. The woman was my damn light force, keeping me alive. If I meant to her even a fraction of what she meant to me, I would be a happy guy.

When we entered the bathroom, she handed me an extra toothbrush and we brushed our teeth side by side, watching each other in the mirror. I could stare at Lia all damn day.

My eyes ran over the curves of her body as she started the water on the shower. Never taking our eyes off one another, we undressed and stepped in. It wasn’t long ago that I was in this shower alone, trying to figure out this green-eyed beauty. I began lathering her body with soap, watching in awe as each sudsy bubble slipped down her perfect body. She stepped under the spray to rinse off and then squirted some shampoo into her hands. With her tits pressed against my chest and my head bowed, she lazily washed my hair. While she dug her fingernails into my scalp, I palmed her wet breasts and ran my thumbs across her nipples until she forgot her task at hand.

It was difficult but I somehow managed to take my hands off of her so I could pour some shampoo into them to return the favor and wash her long, dark locks. A sigh escaped her lips as I showed her the same attention that she showed me. Once her hair was clean, we stood underneath the hot water, rinsing the shampoo out of both our hair in an embrace that felt as if we were not two parts but a whole.

I shut off the water and reached out to grab her a towel. When I turned back to her, her eyes were full of heat as she eyed my damp chest. We both wrapped up in our towels and I helped her step out of the shower. Hand in hand, I led her into her bedroom.

She unhooked my towel with a smile, watched it drop to the floor, hers falling not far behind. Her body was fucking perfect. Slowly pushing me backwards, she pressed on my chest until I fell onto the bed. She straddled me and began placing kisses all over my chest, some pecks and some openmouthed ones, making my dick thicken beneath her.

With a sexy grin, she eased herself all the way down my body until her head was just over my hardness. She coyly licked at the tip, which made it to jerk from the sensation and releasing a growl from me.

“Woman, you have no idea what you do to me.”

“So I guess you like it when I do this?” she asked innocently with wide eyes before pulling my entire length into her mouth. I swear I felt my tip teasing her throat.

“Fuck yeah,” I groaned as I uncontrollably lifted my pelvis up to her.

She moaned as she began bobbing up and down, the wetness from her mouth running down my hardness. Her breasts were slapping my thighs in that melody that was only ours. Threading my fingers through her hair, I met her bobbing with my own body.

“Lia, I’m about to come. Please let me fuck you,” I begged as my dick quivered with the anticipation of my orgasm. I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

She angled her head down and swallowed my tip down her throat, causing my orgasm to erupt explosively.
Shit, this woman is a damn dream,
I thought as I emptied the rest of my climax.

Her green eyes were blazing as she swallowed and smiled, licking her lips after she pulled away from me. After blowing me a kiss, she turned and ran off, her ass bouncing, to her closet to dress, leaving me sweating and riding out the aftershocks of her little gift to me. I was never going to let this girl go.
Never.

AFTER DRESSING AND eating a quick bowl of cereal, we retrieved the notes and headed toward my car. I locked all three locks behind us before we set off for the police station. Cale still wouldn’t let me read the second note or tell me anything about it. I glanced over at him in the passenger’s seat. He was staring out the window, deep in thought, tapping his foot wildly with a death grip on the messages. I frowned in fear of what that letter said. From the murderous look he’d had when he’d read it, I could only imagine its contents.

Pulling up to the station, he turned to look at me seriously. “Lia, I need to tell you something. Please don’t be mad at me for keeping it from you. I just didn’t want you to worry unnecessarily.”

My brows pinched together at his words, wondering what he could have possibly needed to keep from me.

“Yesterday, after I left your house, I called the delivery company. They have no records of a Sam ever working this area.” He grimaced, looking down. “Their records show a man named Jose Juarez as the person on this route. But, Lia, we know Sam is definitely not Jose,” he softly told me, grabbing my trembling hand.

Shit. This is not good.

I had made it three years after my abduction without any crazy incidents, and now, I had a freaking stalker. “No, no, no!” I shouted. My hands shook in equal parts fear and anger. It was frightening enough that he was just Sam the delivery guy leaving me harassing notes, but now, the revelation that this man had posed as someone he was not for so long had my heart racing like crazy.

Cale pulled my quivering frame to him and hugged me as if he meant to keep me safe in his arms forever.

“Let’s get this over with.” I tugged away from him and wiped a stray tear.

He tossed one more sad look my way before we got out and walked hand in hand into the police department.

Unfortunately, the police couldn’t do much with what little information we could give them. I provided them with the make and model of his car and a physical description, but that’s really all they had to go by.

On the way to the mechanic, Cale grabbed my hand, stroking it with his thumb. It was comforting as I tried to quiet the thoughts in my head.

What is so special about me that I could get myself abducted and then capture the attention of a stalker in a matter of a few years?

Did something about my personality scream victim?

I was pissed at always being the victim. As much as it was nice having someone like Cale to swoop in and save me, it still sucked feeling so weak.

When we arrived at the mechanic, Cale pulled our joined hands to his lips and kissed my hand. “Everything’s going to be okay Lia,” he assured me. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I badly wanted to believe him.

“Let me run in and pay. Then I’ll follow you back to your place. After we drop off your car, we’ll swing by my place and pick up some of my things so I can stay with you,” he ordered, hopping out of the truck.

Twenty minutes later, we were sitting close together, this time in his truck on the way to his house. I was trying to put thoughts of Sam away and found myself looking forward to seeing a piece of Cale’s life. A smile tugged at my lips as he pulled his truck into the driveway of an adorable duplex not far from my house. It was well kept and the lawn was neatly manicured.

“It’s just temporary till my house is roofed and the drywall’s in. I’m building something new out by the lake,” he told me as he put the vehicle in park.

We stepped out of the truck and with hands intertwined we made our way inside. I was eager to finally see where he lived. Once we passed through the door, I grinned as I looked around. The inside of the duplex was decorated with modern décor and housed chic furniture. It was really nice.

“I’m going to pack a bag, Lia. Make yourself at home.”

I smiled at him as he turned and strode out of the room. After walking over to his end table, I picked up a frame. It had a picture of an older man and woman who were smiling, a definite contrast of the description he’d given of his parents. They didn’t really look like his parents, but the age had to have put them old enough to be.

“That’s Ron and Linda,” he spoke, coming up a few minutes later and wrapping his arms around me from behind. He was studying the picture over my shoulder, and I could feel his smile. “Ron took me in as his apprentice after I quit college and was disowned by my father. He taught me all I know about home building. That man was a true craftsman. His wife, Linda, was awesome too. They allowed me to stay in their garage apartment for next to nothing. She’d always bring me food and we were always together for holidays. Those two people became the parents I never had. Losing them was especially hard on me,” he choked out, his body tense around me.

“Cale, I am so sorry. I had no idea you suffered so much loss. It makes me realize that maybe I am just a weakling for being unable to handle my past when you are such a great guy having been dealt a terrible hand.”

He brought his mouth down to my ear. “Tell me about your past,” he whispered, causing my body to shiver.

“I want to. I really do. Today just doesn’t seem like a good day for that. Are you hungry?” I was attempting to shift his interest from the topic I never really wanted to discuss.

“Whatever you say, babe,” he murmured with a disappointed sigh into my ear before pulling away to grab his bags.

Even though he tried to remain lighthearted, I could sense that he was upset with me. And dammit, I couldn’t help but hate the feeling.