Run to You (5 page)

I shook my head in disbelief. "God, they must have been desperate."

"Yup. And stupid. That's it now. The band is over, for good. If – and it's a big if – there had been a good reason we could have made a new album without any of this bullshit and drama, I might have considered it. Maybe as a farewell to our fans, you know? But it's completely over now."

"I'm not going to lie," I sighed. "I'm relieved. Does that mean I get you all to myself now?"

Jake gently kissed me on my lips, his warm, soft touch lingering for a second and making me feel safe again. "I'm all yours. Yours to keep."

"I must look like hell," I smiled.

"Not possible," he replied, slowly sliding a finger between my breasts. "You always look amazing."

"Wait here," I said. "I have something for you that I haven't had chance to show you yet. Get into bed and get naked, rock god."

I grabbed some underwear from the drawer at the side of the bed and headed to the en-suite bathroom, snatching a pair of high heels along the way.

"I thought you were ill," Rick laughed.

I looked back at his tousled dark hair and sparkling blue eyes. "Well, you'll just have to make me feel better, won't you?"

I slipped on the underwear and
stared at myself in the mirror, applying a little smoky eye shadow and light red lipstick. The thin lace of my bra showed off my cleavage beautifully; unpadded fabric pushed my breasts together and sat tightly over my semi erect nipples, creating a devastatingly sexy silhouette. The tiniest and skimpiest of panties left nothing to the imagination, barely covering my thin strip of neatly trimmed, crimson red pubic hair and showing off my shapely, round buttocks. I tingled at the thought of Rick's hands on them, squeezing them tightly and sending an inevitable rush of warm juices between my legs.

Sheer black stockings and high heels completed my seduction. My head felt a little woozy still, causing me to wobble for a second in those five inch
tall shoes, but I took a deep breath and stared back at the woman looking at me. I barely recognised her any more. Sure, I still looked the same as the Amy Reid that had interviewed Rick all those months ago. But I was a different person now, brimming with confidence. I looked sensational. My curves were what Rick kept telling me men wanted and, finally, I had started to believe him.

I was sexy,
damn it, and it was time to truly feel it.

"Oh my God," Rick smiled as I slowly walked back into the
hotel bedroom. "Va-fucking-voom."

"You like?" I
asked as I crawled up onto the bed on all fours. I slinked over his body like a cat, stroking at his erection beneath the white cotton sheets.

"I don't just like, I love," he replied, kissing my lips and
licking slowly and delicately at my tongue with his. I moved languorously down his neck and chest, licking between the swoops and curves of his hard pectoral muscles, pausing briefly to nibble cheekily at his nipples. His hands stroked up the side of my breasts, the soft lace of my bra barely able to contain my delectable cleavage and erect peaks.

My tongue made its way down to abs as hard as granite, my fingers playfully and slowly pulling the sheet downwards to reveal inch after inch of aroused cock. I looked up at him briefly and giggled before running the tip of my tongue slowly from the base of his shaft all the way to his engorged head. Salty pre-come danced on my taste buds and, with a groan from above, I took him into my mouth. That magnificent manhood, my lips
stretched around it, sent shockwaves through my body that ended between my legs, soaking my expensive panties. I rolled my tongue and moved back and forth, barely able to fit even half of him in my mouth without gagging. I closed my eyes at the thought of him entering me, this huge cock once again parting my soaked entrance and delivering thrust after rock-hard thrust inside me.

I was getting ahead of myself, exciting myself far too soon. Instead, I gave my attention back to my man and revelled in how sexy I felt – slutty, almost – giving him the blow job of his life as my fingers slipped inside my panties and teased my sensitive clit. Waves of warm juice flooded my insides as my muffled moans revealed my exaltation. Rick growled his approval from above before lifting me to him suddenly. I gasped as his erection was released, my wet lips meeting his again before he guided me on top of him, rubbing his hardness against the gusset of my soaked lingerie.

“
I want to taste you,” he said. “Now.”

He flipped me onto my back and watched as I massaged my slick folds through my glistening lace panties. With a grin, he hooked both thumbs below the thin waistband and slid them down my legs, my high heels pointed
skywards as he slowly removed the sopping wet underwear. He inhaled their aroma before playfully tossing them behind him and sliding his strong hands down my smooth, sheer stockings. My inner thighs, slick with juices that had trickled down them before my barely-there panties had been removed, were parted at the insistence of his touch.

“
You’re soaking,” he smiled.

I intended to tease him mercilessly. “Dripping,” I whispered. “For you.”

He ran a finger down my belly and over my pubic bone, causing me to catch my breath. My legs were fully parted now, stilettos planted in the mattress. “Wider,” he insisted. I complied. “Wider still.”

I gasped as I felt my drenched pussy open completely like a flower in bloom, my folds unsealed and inviting him to
explore the sweet passage beyond. He slowly lowered his head, his breath hitting my sex as a prelude to his touch. I cupped my breasts and gently pinched the hard nipples beneath my lace bra, shocked at how sensitive they had become. My fingertips were already too much to take; instead, I peeled back the fabric and exposed them, allowing the air to kiss their hard tips.

With a single stroke, Rick’s tongue slid up my drenched opening before slowly settling on my swollen clit, lingering there and flicking at it like a device of divine torture.

I came immediately.

My first small orgasm of the night - and small is a subjective term, mind you - enveloped my body as Rick tormented me with pleasure. As my body shook, and before I had even opened my eyes, he slipped the full length of his hardness inside me. I was shocked into a scream of utter exaltation as my pussy, tight and unprepared for his beautiful violation, was parted and penetrated by inch after inch of his steel-like cock.

"Oh God…I wasn't…ready…" I said, gasping for air like a drowning woman coming up for breath.

His thrusts were long and considerate, giving me time for my orgasm to subside. He filled me completely, my walls stretched to their limit to accept him yet so welcoming of his shaft moving in and out of me. He angled his hips to hit at the rough patch of flesh inside me with the head of his cock again and again, stroking at me with complete disregard for his own pleasure.

"Take me," I gasped, my back arched and my hard nipples brushing against the rippling muscles of his chest. "Take me in your arms and fuck me like you've never fucked a woman before."

With a sudden urgency and primal instinct, he wrapped arms as strong as oak around my upper body and delivered a penetration so deep that I felt him in my abdomen. I cried out in sheer ecstasy as he practically lifted me from the bed, my arms trapped and pinned to my sides as he owned me and claimed me, once and for all, as his woman. Any attempt to break free of his bearhug
-like grip would have been futile, his strong torso trapping me beneath him like a rag doll. My palms rested on his triceps, holding on to him as he moved like a piston inside me, and my flame red hair cascaded down onto the pillow beneath as kisses landed on my neck like teardrops on petals.

"I love you so much, Amy," he
whispered.

I felt his cock begin to twitch and
pulsate inside me, ready for the release of his come. As if determined to unload his seed as deep inside me as possible, he pushed himself fully within me and began to grind his pubic bone against mine, massaging and teasing my clit with his body. He had me now; already sensitive and vulnerable, this last move sent me completely over the edge and, as his thick, warm cream flowed deep inside me, my entire body tightened like a vice.

I screamed out silently as a devastating orgasm exploded throughout my body, making me quiver and almost caus
ing me to black out once again. My eyes screwed tightly shut, I attempted to tell him in a faltering voice what I felt in that moment.

"I love…you…too…"

My head spun and consciousness briefly seemed to leave me. No drugs were involved this time, no spiked drinks or nefarious methods. Just the pure ecstasy of being wrapped tightly in the arms of the man I loved, being one with him in both body and mind.

"It's a good job I hate condoms," I laughed, taking my daily contraceptive pill. "That way we both get to feel everything."

"Well, if I didn’t hate them so much maybe I wouldn’t have a son. Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

I suddenly thought again of Julia and how she looked nothing like Luke. It hadn’t bothered me sufficiently to bring it up - at least not between getting stripped
and drugged by Jake and subsequently having sex with Rick. Things had been kind of hectic in the last 24 hours, to say the least.

“
I’m going to take a shower,” Rick smiled, kissing me on the shoulder. “You need to dry that gorgeous red hair of yours. I’m taking you out for lunch before we leave LA.”

“
Ooh, where?”

“
Thai? There’s a great place called Palm’s down on Hollywood Boulevard. I know the owner. He’ll get us in and out discreetly.”

I wondered if that would provide the opportunity for me to bring up Julia. “Sounds great,” I replied, kissing him softly.

I laid back on the bed and wondered if I was just being crazy. Maybe Luke was just one of those kids that looked nothing like his mother. Or maybe...Julia simply
wasn’t
his mother. As the water started to flow, Rick began singing in the shower.

“
No time for crying...A part of me dies each time you leave...Crazy for trying...Maybe I’m just too blind to see...”

I hadn’t heard that song before. “Is that new?”

“
What?”

“
That song,” I shouted. “Is it a new one?”

“
Oh, yeah. I was writing it while you were asleep last night. It’s about you, sort of.”

I smiled to myself. Was I his
muse
now? “It’s good. I like it.”

“
What?”

“
I said I liked it!”

“
Oh, good,” he spluttered. “It’s a work in progress.”

A phone started ringing and I ran around the room trying to find it, rubbing at my hair with a towel. The ringtone came from the pocket of Rick’s jeans and I pulled it out to see Julia’s name flashing on the display.

“
Hello? Julia?”

Screaming.

Guttural, frantic, unexpurgated screaming jolted me out of my relaxed state and caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up.

“
J-Julia...?”

“
He’s GONE,” she screamed, sobbing uncontrollably. “Luke’s gone! He’s been TAKEN! They’ve taken him! They’ve taken my baby!”

The journey to Julia and Michael’s house was a blur, speeding through early morning traffic and up again through the Hollywood hills with hair still wet and barely a word uttered. We ran into the house, police cars everywhere, to find Julia sobbing uncontrollably in Michael’s arms.

“
Are you Mr Borrell?”

A tall, stocky man in his mid-forties adjusted his tie and held out his hand for Rick to shake.

“
Yes...and this is Amy Reid, my girlfriend.”

“
Pleased to meet you both.” His tone was quiet, almost grave. “I’m Detective Martin Farrell with Missing Persons. Do you know anywhere where your son may have run off unexpectedly?”

“
No, not at all...”

“
Sir, Luke went missing at around 7:30am. He was in the kitchen of the property. Mrs Forster went briefly into the living room to switch on the television, came back and he was gone. The back door was open, though apparently not forced.”

“
Was someone watching the house?” I asked.

“
It seems that way, Miss. This has all the hallmarks of a pre-planned abduction.”

We were jolted suddenly as Rick’s phone began ringing. He lifted it up for us to see.

NUMBER WITHHELD

“
Are you expecting a call from anyone, sir?”

Rick shook his head.

The detective beckoned for other officers to gather around. “Put it on speaker.”

Rick t
ook the call, his hand shaking slightly. “Hello?”

“
Mr Borrell, I assume you’re surrounded by members of LAPD’s finest, so I will be understandably brief.” The voice was disguised, clearly passed through a computerised filter that made it seem more robotic and low-pitched than it should have been. “We have your son. He is safe and well and we won’t harm him provided you do exactly as we say. Understand?”