Serial Holiday Shorts: Mr. Mysterious – Memorial Day

Mr.
Mysterious is one branch of a three-pronged holiday short series by
myself and two of my alter-egos. We follow three women through the year,
each with a different goal that may be achieved in ways they can’t even
fathom just yet. This is Laura’s story. You can read the first part here. All stories are posted in draft form. The combined, edited version will be released in December 2013.

***Warning – if you are under 18 yrs old, or easily offended by graphic material,
do not read further.***


Valentine’s Day | St. Patrick’s Day | Easter |



Her Own Superhero

“Come on, Laura. There are a ton of good looking guys here tonight, half of them in the beach volleyball pit with no shirts.” Melanie waved at one of the shirtless not-quite-athletes, and he missed a volley waving back. “Quit moping and pick one. It’s not like you knew David all that well anyways.”

Laura looked down, running a finger around the rim of her frozen strawberry daiquiri. It had been eight weeks since the night David was taken from her house. She hadn’t heard anything from him, and worried that the men would come back, she’d moved across town to a sub-letted condo with a new unlisted number. The gold coin was still hidden in that Easter egg, tucked away in storage with the rest of the things that wouldn’t fit in her new place.

“It could have all been an elaborate set-up,” Jodi said, big dark sunglasses obscuring her expression. “But even if it wasn’t, I think if he was truly interested he’d have contacted you by now. You need to let him go.”     

“What if he’s dead?” Laura asked quietly without looking up. “How would I even know?”

“All the more reason to move on,” Melanie said, pulling her own shades down to peer over the tops at Laura. “Either way, it’s doubtful you’re ever going to see him again, and if he’s a ghost, I don’t think you want to. Grab yourself a hottie and go have some fun. Which is exactly what I’m going to do. I’ll talk to you both later, okay?”

Pushing her sunglasses back up with one finger, she got up and waved before slinking into the crowd one hip at a time.

“She’s rude, but she’s right,” Jodi said, reaching out to give Laura’s arm a squeeze. I know you got attached to this guy, but moving on is the smart thing.” She glanced over at the volleyball court where a fight had apparently broken out. “Although this may not be the best place to do that.”

She smiled, and Laura forced herself to return the gesture with a nod.

“I know. I do. I just…need a little more time. I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Jodi’s smile widened as she looked at something behind Laura. “Ty’s here – I have to go. Are you gonna go home?”

Laura turned and waved over her shoulder at Jodi’s date, and then shook her head.

“I think I’ll stay here for a bit and people watch. Someone said there will be fireworks later, and since it’s Memorial Day and all…”

Jodi stood up. “Maybe a good way to say goodbye to someone you thought was serving his country?”

Laura shrugged. “Something like that.”

Jodi put a hand on her shoulder. “If you need anything at all, call. I’ll check in later tonight.”

Laura sipped at her drink and watched the sun go down, thinking about all the conversations she’d had online with David before they’d met. The hours they’d spent talking about so many things. Her friends didn’t understand, but how could they? She couldn’t explain the powerful connection she felt with David, or the instinct that if he was dead, somehow she’d know.

Tiki torches were lit around the beach volleyball court, and the bar swelled to capacity as darkness fell. She watched the girls in barely-there clothes and the strapping college boys who’d give anything for a night with them, as quickly forgotten as it happened…

Suddenly feeling old and very much alone, Laura finished her drink and took a few bills out of her wallet, anchoring them under the glass as a tip. She reached for her purse and stood, only to freeze when she caught a whiff of an unmistakable scent.

She turned around and he was there, an apology and a question in his tired eyes. She didn’t even think, just stepped into his arms and hugged him tight.

His arms wrapped around her, holding her against his body as he kissed her neck, her cheek, her lips. The world faded away as she opened for him, reveling in his taste. She never wanted to let him go again.

When he released her, pulling away, she whimpered her protest, earning a deep, oh-so-masculine chuckle that slid over her skin like silk. He pulled her close again, this time his lips skimming her sensitive ear. 

“We’re making a scene,” he whispered, his breath hot over her neck. “Let’s get out of here, shall we?”

He took her hand and led her through the crowd, out a back door and into a waiting car. Laura couldn’t stop herself from reaching over and caressing the strong line of his jaw as he drove away from the bar. She didn’t even care where he was taking her. All that mattered was that he was here, with her.

“So you’re not mad then?” he said, glancing over at her briefly before looking back at the road. She frowned, confused by the question.

“Why would I be mad? The last I heard, you were being kidnapped by horrible men who said they were going to torture you for information. I’m just glad you’re alive and in one piece. I’m sure you would have let me know sooner, if you could have.”

He reached over and squeezed her thigh with his left hand. “I came as soon as I could. I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be in danger.”

Laura put her hand over his, their fingers entwining. “Can you tell me what happened? Or is it top secret or whatever?”

He smiled, keeping his eyes on the road. “I can tell you some of it, but not all. Do you still have that drive, or did you get rid of it? I noticed you moved…”

She nodded, looking down at their fingers. “The drive is in storage – I didn’t feel safe at the old house. Is there a chance they’ll still come after me?”

He shook his head, the smile gone. “I made sure they won’t. But I do need that drive. Would you mind taking me to it tomorrow?” He pulled up in front of a dark house, and turned off the engine, putting the keys in his pocket.

“Of course – whenever you want. Where are we?” She didn’t recognize the neighborhood, but she trusted David.

He looked past her at the house. “This is where I’m staying, temporarily, of course.” Returning his gaze to her, he reached out to caress the side of her neck. “I know this whole thing between us is kind of messed up and weird, and I’ll take you home if you want, but I was hoping we could spend some time together. Talk. See what happens…”

Laura felt her cheeks heat as she nodded. “I think that’s a great idea.”

She followed him up the walk, waiting while he opened the door and took a quick look inside. He motioned for her to come in and locked the door behind her before reaching for a switch on the wall.

Laura intercepted his hand and he froze. In the dim light of the moon shining through the windows, she could just barely make out the gentle curve of his lips as she placed his hand on her waist and stepped in close to his body.

“Do you really want to talk?” she asked, looking up at him through her lashes and smoothing her hands up over his shoulder
s. His arms tightened around her, pulling her up against his chest as well as other intriguing parts of his body.

“I really do,” he said, holding her in place when she looked down and would have pulled away. His low chuckle rumbled under her skin.  “But we’ve got all night, and I’m very much in favor of…other activities as well.” 

She looked up again and he didn’t waste a moment in capturing her lips with his. She eagerly took everything he was willing to give, wrapping her legs around his waist when he bent his knees and picked her up. Paying no attention to where he was taking her, she whimpered in protest when he laid her on a big, soft bed, and then pulled out of her grasp.

“David…” she reached for him, but he stepped back with a laugh, shrugging off his jacket and then reaching for the collar of his shirt.

“Patience, dear.” He pulled the shirt off over his head, and Laura shifted to her side with an elbow to prop her up as she watched him disrobe.

“Wow…” she breathed, practically salivating at the muscles that rippled even in the dark. She couldn’t wait to run her hands over them, taste them, rub over those hard, sculpted ridges.

Before she could catch her breath, his pants and underwear joined the rest of his clothes on the floor and he was striding back to her, that lovely long cock bobbing in front. Calling her name, for sure.

“See anything you like?” he teased, and for a second she considered slugging him good-naturedly in the arm. But before she could move, he was crawling up on the bed beside her, and all thought of…well…anything just sort of floated away.

His lips were gentle against her skin, his fingers deft as he removed her clothes. There was no awkwardness in the way their bodies moved together, and when he entered her it was as if her body recognized him.

The frantic relief of rediscovery all but forgotten, he thrust slow, her hips rising up to meet his as she stared into his eyes. The intensity made her want to look away, but somehow she couldn’t. Even with all they had shared, were sharing, he was holding something back, and she wanted to find it, to know all of his secrets.

He looked away then, bending down to nip at  her neck as he quickened the pace of his thrusts. She hooked her legs around his waist and met every motion as the pressure within her built. Her eyes closed and her head fell back as he reached between them and pressed his thumb against her sensitive nub just as her inner muscles began to contract around him.

Her head spun, her mind foggy as pleasure raced through her body. He thrust deep, groaning as he gave in to his own release and she arched up off the bed as he collapsed between her legs.
It was several minutes before she could string together a coherent thought, and several more before she could actually speak.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t even think…” he started, but she rolled toward him, putting her head on his shoulder and two fingers against his lips.

“I’m on the pill,” she murmured, relieved to feel his arm tighten around her. She lightly stroked his chest, her fingers exploring the hard ridges and angles. God he was gorgeous. And his voice – she could listen to his voice all night and never get tired of those rich, soothing tones.

“So what was it that you wanted to talk about?”

He stroked her arm, staring at the ceiling. “Well, this, for one thing, but I think we’ve pretty much addressed that subject. And the others…are probably better discussed with clothes on. Or robes, at least.”

Laura sighed, snuggling closer. “We can put it off a little while longer then. You might have to pry me out of this bed…” She felt his muscles tense, and to her dismay he slid out from under her and got off the bed. She looked up, disappointed as he began to pull on his clothes. She should have kept her mouth shut. 

“No, it’s time.” He bent down to press a soft kiss on her lips, and then moved away again. “Get dressed, I’ll make coffee, and I’ll tell you everything.”

She watched him walk out the door and then reluctantly dragged herself out from between the sheets. Collecting her clothes, she made use of the facilities and then joined him in the kitchen, both curious and apprehensive about what he might say. She took a seat on a stool next to the island, and he placed a hot cup of coffee in front of her.

“Black, right?”

She nodded, and he sat down across from her, his own mug in hand.

“Those men who broke into your house and took me – those were ex-military mercenaries hired to steal back the data on that flash drive. From what I uploaded to the FBI servers before they arrived, we feel it’s safe to assume that there are a faction of terrorists from several middle eastern countries here in the states planning some sort of attack this summer close to the Fourth of July. We’re hoping the rest of the intel is on that disk, so we can stop whatever they have planned before it happens.”

“Wow.” Laura shook her head. “That is…horrible and amazing all at once. I had no idea.”

He nodded. “Most people don’t – and that’s a good thing. The last thing we need are a bunch of panicked citizens going off half-cocked before we can find and catch the bad guys. But I wanted you to know what you’ve been protecting. And why I won’t be in touch for a while again.”

She frowned. “You’re going after them? Isn’t that dangerous?” After the words left her mouth, she felt stupid. Of course it was dangerous. The word sort of defined every part of his job. Duh.

He gave her a small grin, as if he knew what she was thinking. “It is. That’s what I do. Just think of me as your very own superhero.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you?” she asked, leaning closer across the counter top. He leaned forward too, holding her gaze, his smile gone.

“Am I what?”

She didn’t blink. “My very own?”

He set his cup down and slid off the stool, stalking around the island to stand beside her. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her once, twice, three times before pulling her into his embrace.

“I am,” he whispered, pulling her shirt up and over her head. “Clothes time is over, don’t you think?”

She nodded, pushing what he’d just told her out of her mind and going to work on the button of his jeans.

Three hours later, she replaced the lock on the storage unit door and watched him drive away, wondering how long it would be until she saw him again.

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Join us for the next installment of Laura’s story right here on Independence Day – July 4, 2013.
Curious about what Melanie and Jodi were up to while Laura was meeting
Mysterious? Check in on Melanie  at AlexWesthaven.com (horror), and Jodi at TrinityMarlow.com (erotic romance) – both installments will be posted later today. Thanks for reading!
 


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One comment on “Serial Holiday Shorts: Mr. Mysterious – Memorial Day

  1. Ardee Eichelmann

    Okay, you made me cry. Maybe I needed to cry anyway but this story is powerful. I used to be involved with a guy who was undercover. I know what it is like to see someone leave and never know if they will be back or if you will even know what has happened to them. You story is brief, sharp and tight. It is real. Yes, it is very real. Well done!