Broken Promises

By J-James

Chapter One

This story is rated R

The characters of Frank Donovan, Jake Shaw, Alex Cross, Monica Davis and Cody Forrester are the property of Shane Salerno, Don Winslow and NBC Entertainment. No copyright infringement intended. All other characters are the property of the author.

This story is a sequel of sorts to "Revelations". It isn't necessary to have read that story to follow along with this one. However, it may be helpful to know that Frank is no longer with the Chicago undercover unit, but now is an instructor at the FBI training facility in Quantico, Virginia. He's married and has two small children. Other than that, this is an entirely new tale and takes up about a year after the last one ended.

A car pulled to the curb of a relatively deserted residential street. The occupant didn't exit the vehicle immediately, but instead took a few moments to admire his surroundings. The houses were fairly large, well kept and spaced far enough apart to allow for some real privacy between neighbors. That may come in handy, he thought to himself. After a another brief look around, he finally slid out of the automobile and approached one of those houses. As he walked up the drive, he tried to assess if anyone was home. No cars were visible, so he was unsure.

Instead of heading to the front door, he changed direction and skirted his way around the side of the building, crouching down so as not to be seen from any of the windows. Once he came into view of the backyard, he froze hearing movement. Plastering himself up against the side of the building, he carefully peeked around the corner.

He saw a woman hanging laundry on a clothesline, humming casually to herself. She seemed oblivious to his presence, and he smirked evilly at that. This is going to be easier than I thought. From his partially hidden vantage point, he continued to watch her, admiring the decidedly feminine curves of her body, the long shapely legs, and her freely flowing blonde hair. As he was lost in his lustful appraisal of her, he could feel his body tightening in anticipation of what was to come.

She turned suddenly, picked up her laundry basket and started toward the back porch. At her first movement, he pulled back quickly. Hoping that she had not seen him. When he heard her approach the house, still humming away, he knew that he'd slipped detection. He heard her soft footfalls on the wooden porch and the opening and closing of the screen door. A smile crept on his face once more when he heard her turn on the radio, knowing that the music would do much to mask any sound he may make trying to gain entrance to the residence.

Sighing to himself, he knew that his hardest task was still ahead of him. How to get into the house undetected. He easily scaled the side of the porch maneuvering over the railing. He glanced at the screen door and considered whether to enter that way or through one of the partially open windows. After a few seconds, he decided to go with the latter, somehow sensing that she may still be in the vicinity of the open doorway.

He carefully peered through the window and saw no one and sensed no movement. He then eased the pane of glass open a little further and levered his leg through the opening. Once he was straddling the sill, it was just a matter of quietly manipulating his tall frame through the rest of the way. Now sweating slightly from the careful exertion, he glanced around the room and into the partially visible hallway. He let his senses fly, and tried to hone in on where she was.

Carefully he crept through the house, glancing left and right. The element of surprise was an absolute necessity, and he had every intention of catching her off guard. Slowly, inch by inch, he made his way down the hallway toward the kitchen. He could hear her once more, still humming, totally unaware as to what would happen to her next.

He saw her then as he edged around the corner. She had her back to him as she cheerfully folded the laundry from the basket. Inch by painstaking inch, he crept up behind her, and then when he was no more than a foot or two away, he launched into action.

One hand went directly over her mouth, the other around her slim waist, pulling her toward him, pinning her between his hard body and the kitchen counter.

She tried her best to scream, but the hand across her mouth allowed no sound to filter through. Both of her hands came up and tried to pry away his fingers but to no avail. Her struggle became almost frantic, but she froze instantly when she heard his voice so very close to her ear.

"Don't fight….it'll only make things worse," he told her in a low almost seductive voice. She stilled her movements and waited for his next move, her breath now coming in shallow gasps.

"Are you going to behave?" he asked her quietly. "Or am I going to be forced to take drastic measures."

She gave no answer and couldn't even if she wanted to, since her mouth was still effectively covered by his large hand.

"Now…..I'm going to slowly take my hand away from your mouth, but know this….if you try anything, I'll make you regret it," he told her in a menacing voice that sent shivers up her spine. She could only imagine what the consequences would be.

He did as he said he would, moving his hand away very slowly, ready to clamp it back in place if he sensed she would scream, but she didn't. Instead she seemed ominously still, as if she were just waiting to see what her fate would be.

Once more he pulled her closer to him, maneuvering his hands to capture both of her wrists. "Now that's a good girl," he whispered in her ear, so close that she could barely feel the movement of his lips against her earlobe. "You're a beautiful woman…..such a beautiful woman. Has anyone ever told you that?" he asked as he pressed her backside against his crotch. Even through their clothing she could feel his obvious erection, and she swallowed hard knowing that she was at his mercy.

"I want to see those beautiful eyes," he told her. "Turn and face me, but do it slowly. Remember…..I control this situation. If you don't do exactly as I say, you'll suffer the consequences. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head quickly and then proceeded to do as instructed. Bit by bit, she turned around within the circle of his arms, and was soon face to face with her captor, but suddenly she did the unexpected. She ran.

As she turned around, he had taken a step back and had loosened his hold on her, and when he had least expected it, she'd suddenly slipped from his arms and bolted toward the doorway leading to the hallway.

"God damn it!" he muttered under his breath as he gave chase, having been momentarily been taken unaware. He'd let his desire blind him…trust her too much. He reached the hallway just in time to see her turn into one of the rooms further down. In a step or two he was right behind her.

There was another door leading onto the back porch, and she had her hand on the doorknob when she was suddenly seized from behind, the handle slipping from her grasp. He'd grabbed her around the waist and physically hauled her away from the door halting her progress. In the process he'd lifted her up, her feet dangling in the air and set her down, a bit forcibly, on the nearby bed. In an instant he had her pinned to the mattress, her hands captured in both of his own above her head, his hard body barring her from any hope of escape. For a few seconds, both were breathless and stared one at the other.

"I told you that you would pay the consequences if you tried anything," he told her barely above a whisper, his lips just a hair's breadth away from hers.

"Please….." was all she was able to mutter, almost pleadingly.

He smirked at her plea. "Please what? Release you? I think not. You have to pay for what you've done," he said, his voice dark and ominous as he slowly lowered his head to the side of her neck, softly nibbling, tasting the tender flesh that he found there.

"Oh God," she said in a half moan whisper. Her breath had sped up and she was sure that her heart was beating uncontrollably in her chest as he continued the unhurried assault on her neck.

Slowly, he moved from her neck to her jaw line, coming ever closer to her soft lips. "Tell me what I want to hear," he commanded her.

"Wha…..what?" she asked suddenly unable to communicate a simple thought, as she stared back at him, noticing that his eyes had turned impossibly black from his apparent arousal.

"Tell me….tell me that you're mine. That you belong to me and no other," he explained as he finally assaulted her lips in a hard unbreakable kiss, his tongue plunging almost forcibly into her mouth. The kiss was controlling, possessive. After several minutes, he suddenly broke away and bent his head so that it rested against her shoulder. His breath was ragged, his blood raging through every part of his body. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to control his overwhelming physical response to her. He needed to calm down or it would all be over before it even began.

When he thought he couldn't stand it anymore, he heard her quietly respond to him. "I'm yours……I'll always be yours."

He slowly raised his head and looked directly in her eyes. Releasing her hands he rested most of his weight on his elbows, his hands gently framing her face. "Do you have any idea…..any idea at all how much I love you?" he asked her, searching her eyes for the answer.

Raising her hands to run her fingers through his hair, she answered softly, "I know, Frank….I know." She kissed his forehead softly and then added, "Show me," as she placed a soft gentle kiss on his lips.

The moment for play was over. The mood had changed dramatically in the span of a mere second. The lustful romp was replaced with a tender, passionate exchange between two people who loved and cared about each other deeply.

"Laura……." he was barely able to whisper before he once again claimed her still moist lips. This time, however, the kiss was anything but possessive or nearly bruising. It was tender, sweet and utterly loving.

Some time later, Laura awoke from a light doze and stretched like a cat in the afternoon sun. A smile curved her lips thinking about the delicious way that they'd spent the afternoon. She opened her eyes finally and saw Frank staring back at her, a self satisfied smile plastered to his sexy mouth.

"Well, hi there," she greeted him. "How long was I asleep?"

"Not long. 45 minutes, maybe an hour," he answered her as he ran the back of his hand gently up and down her bare arm.

She looked around then and started to chuckle. "Look at this place," she told him. "It looks like World War III hit it." The blanket was lying half on and half off the bed. The comforter was tossed haphazardly on the floor along with all of their clothing. The nice clean sheets that she'd placed on the bed just hours ago……well, they were going to need cleaning again. And in the middle of it all, her husband was lying contentedly on his back, one arm tucked under his head and not a sheet or a stitch of clothing covering his gloriously naked form.

He noticed her perusal and just had to ask with a sexy smirk in his voice, "Does everything meet with your approval?"

She looked him over once again just for good measure and answered, "Oh….I'd say that's a definite yes." She then leaned closer and gave him a soft kiss while running a hand lazily down his washboard abs. She smiled sexily when she got the response she was looking for. His breath hitched slightly and increased dramatically the closer she got to her destination, but she had other plans at the moment. Paybacks could be hell.

Her lips left his and began to work their way down his neck, nibbling, kissing and licking along the way. Her hand meanwhile was touching him anywhere but where he wanted her to. It brushed his hip, his muscular thighs, traced the line of hair descending from his navel and even tangled briefly in the curly hair above his once again jutting manhood. Anywhere but there. And all the while, her mouth was working its magic on him. She paused briefly at each of his flat nipples, swirling her tongue around each until she elicited a moan from him. And onward her exploration continued. She could feel his breath coming in shallow gasps, his hands tangling in her hair but not impeding her progress. Lower still she went, her tongue dipping briefly into his belly button and she was rewarded with what sounded like a hiss escaping his lips.

His whole body was tensing with each centimeter that she came closer to his now throbbing erection. When she began to trace that line of hair with her tongue, she swore that he'd stopped breathing and looked up briefly to see his eyes tightly shut and the muscles in his jaw working overtime.

While his eyes were closed, two things happened. Her hand finally reached its destination grasping him firmly at the base of his shaft while her tongue began its sensual dance around its head.

He nearly came off the bed with that, having been taken totally off guard. His hips thrust forward of their own accord and a loud moan escaped his lips. She smiled briefly and began to work him into a feverish frenzy. On and on she went, driving him closer and closer to his release only to ease off and wait until he'd regained some of his control, and once there, she would begin the onslaught anew. At one point, she could have sworn that some sort of vulgarities escaped his lips along with his ragged breaths.

She continued her sensual assault and was rewarded when she finally heard him say, "Please, baby……." through tightly clenched teeth, begging for release.

Suddenly she stopped what she was doing and rose from the bed. His eyes flew open and his head jerked forward to see what she was doing, only to see her still naked backside heading for the bedroom door.

"What the hell?" he managed to ask between panting breaths.

She turned back before leaving, a devious smile on her face and said, "That's for scaring me half to death earlier. Do that again Donovan, and you don't get to touch me for a month." She then turned and left the room entirely. Frank stared at the open doorway disbelievingly, sure she would come back at any second to finish what she'd started. But when several minutes ticked by and Laura was nowhere to be seen, he picked up one of the pillows, buried his head in it and moaned as loudly as he could in frustration.

Laura entered the kitchen area and silently thanked God that she was doing laundry when she had been so wonderfully interrupted. She fished a few pieces of her clothes from the laundry basket and shimmied into them. Looking through the back windows, she thanked God for one other thing….privacy hedges, or what a show the neighbors would have seen.

From their bedroom down the hall, she heard her husband's muffled groan and giggled a bit, knowing that she'd make it up to him later. It was a cruel trick but then so was sneaking into your house and scaring your wife half to death. He'd never know how close she'd come to either peeing her pants or fighting back, which may have resulted in a nasty groin injury. Ouch!

Several minutes later, Frank joined her in the kitchen and she immediately noticed two things. The first……that he didn't look entirely pissed at what she'd done to him, and second…….that he was wearing a pair of faded, heavily worn Levi's with the top button still undone…….and no shirt. Oh damn! He's not playing fair! He knows I love those jeans on him!

He just leaned against the wall for several seconds and stared at her. She glanced at him now and again, never really making eye contact. She went back to folding when she heard him move slowly in her direction. He came up behind her and rested both of his hands on the counter on either side of her. She tried her best to ignore his presence, but was failing miserably. Her hands had begun to shake slightly, a movement she attempted to mask by folding the socks more quickly.

"You…….you are an evil woman," he muttered to her as he tilted his head and began to run his lips and tongue up and down her exposed neck. She closed her eyes, stilled her hands and even tilted her own head to give him better access.

Through her fog filled brain, she somehow managed to mutter, "Frank…..we can't."

He chose to ignore her. Instead he brought his hands up and placed them both tenderly on her stomach. However, they didn't stay in that position for very long. One moved to her hip and traced its way down her leg and then forward, his fingers now brushing the inside of her thighs and moving agonizingly slowly northward, while the other worked its way under her t-shirt and began its own ascent.

Both reached their respective targets at the same time, causing Laura to grip the edge of the counter in front of her tightly and doing everything she could not to moan out loud. His right hand was now tenderly massaging her breast, his thumb caressing her swollen nipple, while his left hand had somehow managed to slip under the edge of her shorts and panties, finding her still moist folds hidden there. The dual assault was proving to be too much for her and her breath began to come in shallow gasps.

He'd intended to give her just as much as she'd given him, keeping her just this side of her orgasm and then denying her release, but the more he touched her…..the more he heard her breathy moans……the more aroused he was becoming. Ahhhh hell!

His hands left there targets, eliciting a whimper from his now fully aroused wife, and moved to her hips. Before she knew what was happening, he was pulling her shorts and panties down almost forcibly. Once down around her ankles, she easily stepped out of them and kicked them away. While she did so she could hear his zipper coming down. She tried to turn around, but he stopped her, anchoring his hands to her hips while he bent her slightly at the waist and entered her unceremoniously. Both froze immediately, slight gasps escaping their lips.

Several seconds ticked by before Frank felt he had enough control to move without having it finish too soon. Slowly he withdrew and slowly he entered her, time and again, the friction slowly building, the intensity of his thrusts slowly increasing. Laura hung her head down, her hair obscuring her view and clung to the edge of the counter for all it was worth, her knuckles turning white from her exertion.

Frank continued his assault, his eyes firmly shut, concentrating on nothing but the pleasure he was both giving and receiving. He moved his arm around her waist attempting to anchor her more firmly to him. He knew he was agonizingly close to his climax but wouldn't allow it to happen until he knew that she would join him, and he knew just how to make that happen.

While his one arm secured her to him, his other hand was now free. He snaked it around her and found her swollen nub. She nearly bucked her hips against him as a result, a low whimper escaping her lips. He teased it unmercifully, and could feel her slick sheath tightening around him. A few more thrusts and she shattered in his arms, crying out for all of the neighbors to hear. He joined her seconds later, mixing his own grunts with hers.

Slowly the two stopped moving, both trying desperately to regain control of themselves. Frank leaned against her slightly damp back, and had yet to retreat from her body. They stayed in that position for a few moments more, neither really in a hurry to break their intimate contact, but slowly Frank withdrew and stood straight up.

Laura felt almost cold after their joining ended, perhaps it was the slight breeze cooling her sweat covered body, or maybe it was just that she already missed having him inside of her. Whatever the reason, she too rose from her bent over position and turned to enter his embrace, resting her head against his muscular chest while his arms encircled her. Neither said anything for several minutes, instead they just basked in the glow of what they'd shared.

"Now that's a way to spend the afternoon," she said barely above a whisper. She could hear him chuckle, the deep sound reverberating through his chest pressed up against her ear.

"It certainly is," he answered back finally.

"By the way," she began, "what are you doing home so early?"

He placed his hand under her chin and brought her face up to meet his. "I just thought I'd surprise my wife on the anniversary of our first date," he told her before placing a gentle, almost chaste kiss on her lips.

She smiled at him warmly. "You're a hopeless romantic. Do you know that? Everyone thinks of you as this intimidating, unbending, almost cold-hearted agent. If they only knew the real Frank Donovan."

He smiled at her in return. "Naaahh…….why ruin a great reputation like that. This Frank Donovan is only for you and no one else. You wouldn't want to share, now would you?"

"Hell no! I'd kick anyone's ass who even looked at you!" she told him in mock jealousy. "Heaven help the woman who'd ever attempt to lay a hand on you!"

"Exactly……now……come here. I don't think I'm done with you yet," he informed her, a slightly evil twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh dear lord……" was all she could manage to say before his mouth claimed hers once more.

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