Chp 4
I arrive at work, looking like a zombie. "You ok Em?", Adam Ross, the lab technician asks me. I gave him a bored look and say, "You don't wanna know, buddy". Then, Don enters with a box of evidences. He notices the way I look and says, "You did it with him, didn't you?". He gives a Cheshire grin and I look at him, annoyingly. "No, he was going too far, so I kicked him…, down there", I say. Don laughs out loud and says, "Seriously? Serves him right!"."It's not that funny, Don! I feel a little bit sorry for just ditching him there", I say. "Why should you? He asked for it", said Don. I simply roll my eyes. He's not helping me at all.
That afternoon, I bump into Jamie and his training officer, Sergeant Anthony Renzulli. The good sergeant let Jamie off for an hour so he could have lunch with me. I tell him what had happened last night. I warn him not to laugh firstly. "Wow, you really nailed him there, Em", he says. "I feel bad. There's a connection, but last night really turn everything off, Jamie", I say as I munch my sandwich. We sit in silence and then, Jamie says, "You want me to look into him?".
"I don't want to trouble you, Jamie. We don't want to give Sgt. Renzulli the idea that you're slacking off. Uncle Frank is a commissioner. I don't want to cause any trouble", I say. "Em, it's no biggie. Besides, I'll be off for the next couple days. Maybe I can look into his life, follow him or something", says Jamie. "Really?", I ask. He nods and gives me the honest face. "I'll look into him and call you. I mean, two can play that game", he says. Jamie's right; if he can stalk me, so can I.
That night, I'm relaxing on my couch with a beer and some Chinese take-out when there's a knock at my door. "It's me, Jamie. Open up!", says the person behind my door. I peek and it really is Jamie. I open the door and let him in. He looks over at my dinner and raises an eyebrow at me. "Seriously?", he says as he points at my dinner. "What's wrong with my dinner?", I ask. "Because I tail our Mr. Brandon Sullivan and he's eating the same thing – a Chinese take-out and a beer", he says. Wow, what a coincidence!
We sit down and Jamie begins to lay out what he has found so far. Brandon has a younger sister names Sissy, who is a musician at a jazz club. Both had a rough childhood – mother died when they were young and their father abused them, physically and sexually. "I hacked through the system and his hard drive at his office and his laptop; it's full of pornography. I broke into his house when his sister left; I found tons of porn magazines. I mean, it's like he drinks, eats and breaths porn. I think he's addicted to it", says Jamie. What have I put myself into?
"Still feel bad?", asks Jamie. I nod. I mean, I don't even know the guy and now I did, the guilt inside me gets worse. "I mean, look at us and him. We have great family and people who love us. Brandon had a hard life in the past. It doesn't surprise me that much and yes, I do feel worse", I say. Jamie writes down an address, which I assume it's Brandon's. "You can go and apologize if you want", says Jamie. I thank him and we have a beer together before he returns back to his apartment, with a promise not to say a word of this little meeting to anyone.
I hold the paper that bears the address to Brandon's house. Should I go? I grab my coat and scarf and leave for a walk. His house is, coincidently a few blocks from mine and I stop my track, only to find that I'm in front of his building. I take the elevator to his floor and arrive at the front of his door. Should I knock? I mean, I've come this far. I raise my hand, shakily and knock on his door. My heart beats faster than the usual. The door knob twists slowly, making me more nervous than ever. The door open and Brandon, in a white shirt and blue boxer short appears. "Hi…", I say, awkwardly. "Hi", he replies with the same awkwardness. "How did you know I live here?", he asks. "If you can stalk me, so can I", I say, "Plus, Mr. Sullivan, I'm a detective. I have my resources here and there". He welcomes me in and I sit on his messy couch. "Sorry about the place. My…, sister is staying over for a few days", he says, apologizing about the condition of his apartment as he hands me a cup of tea.
"It's alright, I've seen worse", I say and drink my tea. "Look, I'm sorry about the other day. I didn't mean to hurt you", he says. I know all about him, but I rather let him tell his story from his own point of view, even if takes time. We sit in silence for a while and he looks as if me being here is really awkward. "Are you ok? I mean, if you want me to leave, I'll leave", I say. "No! It's not that!", he says, "I guess…, you know everything". "Everything being?", I say, pretending to be oblivious. He looks at me and raises his eyebrow. "Your um…, addiction?", I say. Yup, this is getting more awkward.
He runs a hand through his hair. "I get if you don't want to see me again, Ms Darrell", he says. "Don't say that", I say that make him puzzles. "You know…, I kinda like when you stalk me everywhere. Do you know how hard it is for me to have a normal relationship with a man without Danny interfering? Last one I had ended up being traumatized when Danny and the late Cousin Joe threatened to cut his…, balls with a chainsaw if he ended up breaking my heart, which later I discovered he actually cheated on me with the head cheerleader. I ended up going to the prom with Joe later on. With you stalking me and me, defying Danny's order to stay away from you, is kinda interesting…, and I have this attraction for you", I say again.
He smiles and laughs. "You call this normal?", he asks me. "Yeah, normal on a stalk-ish level", I say and giggle. His hand tucks one of the strands of my hair behind my ear. "I like your giggling, Ms Darrell", he says. "Do we have to be so formal?", I ask sarcastically. "If you prefer to be not so formal, my name is Brandon", he says. "Then, I'm Emerald, though I'd prefer just Emmy", I say. Suddenly, a young woman, somewhere at my age, with blond hair, burst in and yells, "Brandon, I'm home!". She stops her tracks when she notices me. I give her a smile and wave.
She grins at us and says, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb…, um, I'll be back later". She walks out immediately, giggling to herself. "I take that girl is Sissy, right?", I ask. He nods. "So when can I see you again?", he asks. "Tomorrow, maybe? If I have no case or pending evidence", I say. "I'll pick you up then", he says. I get up and he escorts me to the door. Before I leave, I say, "I'm going to dare you on something". "And what would that be?", he asks, curiously. "Don't lose control", I say and push him to the door. I pull him for a kiss, which he responds by switching position with him pinning me at the door. "Stay with me tonight", he says, breathlessly after pulling away, breaking the kiss. His hair is a mess thanks to my hand. Oh, Brandon, you really don't know how badly I want this, but not so fast. "I have work Brandon. Besides, I don't like things go so fast. Can't we just start things slowly?", I say.
Boy, he surely looks disappoint. "How slow do you want this?", he asks as his hand runs up and down my thigh. I chuckle and take his hand off my thigh; I know what he wants and he knows what I want, but not now. "Very slowly", I say and push him off of me. I open the door and bid him goodnight. As I wait for the elevator, he comes with a coat, scarf and jeans. "I'm not letting you walk on your own at this hour", he says. We went into the elevator and he purposely pushes the 'stop' button.
"You're not going to give up, are you?", I ask, crossing my arm and grin. He places both hands at both sides of my face. "I've wanted you ever since I saw you. I dream of you most of the time and I can't stop thinking about you", he says. "Those hookers don't satisfied you much?", I say and boy, did I offend him. He pulls me for a fierce and desperate kiss and he bites my lower lip. I yelp; it hurts. He relaxes for a bit and kisses my lower lip. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that", he says. He presses the 'stop' button again and the elevator moves again. We walk in silence, but all the way, he keeps me close and safe in his arms.
When we arrive at my place, at the door, I try to kiss him again, slowly and agonizingly. I want him to try and control himself. He's trying at least and he really is trying. He pulls away, fear is in his eyes. "I don't want to hurt you, Emmy", he says. I sigh. "We'll go slow, ok?", I say. I hold out my hand and he takes it. We enter my apartment and after locking the door, I bring him to my room. "Sit down", I say and he eases himself on my bed. I can't help myself right now. He lies down and watches as I take off my scarf, coat and skinny jeans. When I reach for the hem of my t-shirt, he says, "Slowly". I smirk and slowly take off my t-shirt; I'm not wearing a thing but a pair of lacy black bra and panties. I kick off my boots and straddle on his hips.
His hands run up and down from my thighs to the side of my body and back down. I tug his white shirt from his jeans and pull it off from his and toss it from the bed. I run my hands from his shoulder till I reach his jeans. "Slowly?", I ask and he nods. Slowly, I unbuckle his belt and slide the jeans off of him, leaving him nothing but his blue short boxer. I lower myself down and kiss him. His hands make his way to my back and take off my bra and he tosses it from the bed.
His hands massage my breast, kneading the nipples till it sores. I moan during our kiss and we switch position, but he continues to massage my breast. He kisses me from my neck down to the base of my throat and to my breast, giving each nipple the attention they need while his hands work their way to my panty and takes them off of me. "Not fair", I say in between the moaning emit from my mouth, "You still have your boxer shorts". He gets up from the bed and takes them off before climbing back on the bed and positions himself between my legs.
He resumes his kissing while his left hand massaging my left thigh and his right hand strokes down there. Slowly, his inserts two fingers and my hips respond to it. I feel like exploding there and then. "Brandon, please. I don't think I can take it anymore", I groan and moan as his fingers keep pleasuring me. He takes out his fingers and his cock slowly enters my vagina. It's a sweet agonizing torment and how I love it. He holds me down by holding my hips and begins to build a rhythm, only to increase when he feels comfortable. My legs are wrapped around him and he increases the speed. We groan and moan till we reach our climax together, yelling each other's name in ecstasy.
His forehead meets mine and we're breathless. I can feel his hot breath on my neck. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?", he asks. "If that was pain, I won't ask for anything else", I say. "Up for another round?", he asks. "I thought we agree on going slow", I say. With that, his lips meet mine and his fingers do their work again, which cause my arousal to spike and I'm at his mercy. "Turn around", he says and I'm surprise. He's going to take me from behind?
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you", he says. I stand up, on my knees and turn around. His hands guide mine to the head board and I hold on to it. His hands caress my arms, the sides of my body, my thighs, the cheeks of my butt then they head for the breasts. Oh my, this is so erotic! I grip the head board and moan. His hands massage my breasts as he kisses my spine. "Are you trying to make me sore, Brandon?", I ask, despite that I'm moaning. "Sore enough for you to stay in bed tomorrow", he says and I can feel his smirk against my skin.
His hands leave my breast; one holds my hip while the other grabs my neck slightly so my head is rest against his shoulder as he enters my from behind. I can't even begin to describe this feeling, it's erotic, it's filled with ecstasy and I can't even think straight right now. He picks up the speed and kisses my neck and bites the flesh. I'm gonna be really sore in the morning. When we achieve the orgasm together again, both of us collapse on my bed. Brandon pulls me in his arms and kisses my forehead. "Sleep, Emmy", is all I could hear before I give up to sleep.