Chapter Seventeen

He dropped the binoculars slowly as they moved away from the window and though it was cold on the rooftop, his hate warmed him completely.  He’d watched from this vantage point for the last three days. There wasn’t much to see until tonight. Now Mr. Perfect had paid a visit and the fun began. His little surprise had caused a little chaos, like throwing a rock at a hornet’s nest.  There had been an incredible amount of buzzing going on. He grinned slightly. He had watched all that commotion from the empty apartment in this very building. So convenient. When night finally fell, he climbed the stairs to the roof and waited under cover of darkness.  This was quickly becoming his favorite spot.  He’d watched her move about her room yesterday.  She didn’t do much before closing the curtains. Tonight, however, he got much more of a show.  He could see why Mr. Prefect enjoyed this one so much.  She was a beauty.  It was too bad they moved away from the window so quickly. He would have enjoyed seeing more of those perky breasts. 

He packed his binoculars away in his bag and picked up the rifle case he’d brought with him.  He wouldn’t be using that tonight after all. Though, he really didn’t think he was going to when he dragged it along.  He was enjoying this part too much. Now that he’d found Mr. Perfect’s girlfriend, he was settling into a new game. The rock incident had given him a hard-on like nothing before.  Beginning with that huge Italian oaf, his cock throbbed and then with every additional cop, the frenzy made him rage harder.  He sat in front of the window with his cock in his hand, laughing his head off.

“Why can’t you be more like him?” she said during every game, every interview.  “You don’t do anything but sit around on your ass taking up space!” 

He’d just ignore her and sip his Jack and Coke in his ratty easy chair in front of the television. Every time he’d turn on the game, she’d compare him to Mr. Perfect. Fuck Mr. Perfect. He was a dick. No one was ever that perfect. No one ever said everything right. Mr. Perfect was a fake. He’d ignored her until the day he turned off the hockey game with his foot through the picture tube of that crappy old TV and then proceeded to show her just how different he and Mr. Perfect really were.  

Oh, yes, he was going to put an end to the ‘Second Coming’, but he might as well have fun doing it. 

Chapter Sixteen

She was standing at the window, looking out into the dark.  Her arms were crossed across her chest as if she were hugging herself. He watched her for a moment, wishing the scene away. This was what he had wanted to avoid. She was afraid. She would now jump at every shadow, every noise. She would check her surroundings over and over again, looking for anything that might be out of the ordinary. His heart ached just a little as she jumped when he put his hand around her waist.  He brushed the hair off her shoulder and kissed her neck.  She raised her hand behind her and cupped his face.  He wrapped both arms around hers in a firm embrace willing her to believe in his strength. She turned slightly and kissed his soft, full lips. He nuzzled her neck and whispered, “I love you.”

She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his arms around her.  She felt his hand across her belly as he snuck it under her shirt. He pulled her tighter against him, grinding his hips against her.  He continued to kiss down her to the base of her neck and onto her shoulder. His hand roamed further up and fingered the lace of her bra, pulling it down to free her nipple. His other hand slid between her legs, rubbing her crotch through her jeans as he pulled her against him. He unfastened the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down. Payton took a deep breath and Sidney smothered her mouth with a kiss again. He continued to finger her nipple as he forced his hand inside her jeans and lace panties, probing through her bush to reach her clit.  He released her suddenly and pulled her t-shirt off over her head. The lacy bra followed it quickly to the floor. He tugged her jeans and panties down to her ankles and she kicked them away.

“Leave the heels on for me, baby,” he breathed against her ear.  She quickly stopped short of kicking off her shoes. He steered her to the recliner and she leaned over placing her hands on the arms.  He shed his own clothes quickly, hesitated for just a minute to take in the beautiful naked body bent over the chair waiting for him and dropped to his knees, ran his hands up her inner thighs and began to finger her clit again. He loved that she was happy to wear her heels for him.  Her firm, naked legs always looked so hot in her strappy, sexy heels.  Her breathing was becoming heavy. He slid his finger inside her and smiled at her moan.  He spread her cheeks and she leaned over the chair even more to give him better access.  He ran his tongue across her labia making her gasp and sigh. He took his time licking her up and down. Then sucking her clit into his mouth or squeezing in his lips. He occasionally brushed it with his teeth, making her shutter with the sensation. Her breathing was becoming rapid, but he wasn’t ready for her to come yet.  He stopped and kissed her inner thigh. She moaned in protest.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed against her skin, sliding his fingers inside her again.  He held his fingers inside her while he kissed up and down her legs.  She wiggled her hips against him, but he refrained from giving her what she wanted.  He reached for her nipples and she moaned as he played with them, slowly torturing her with his hesitation.  He kissed behind her knees until her whole body was shaking with frustration. He wiggled his fingers and she moaned his name. He finally gave in and pumped his fingers into her harder and faster.  He smiled when she whimpered and gave her one last moment of torture when he removed his fingers.  Then he plunged his face in again licking and sucking her clit over and over until she cried out.  The tingle of her orgasm trickled up her spine, shaking every part of her body.  Sid smiled and gave her one last lick before he stood and plunged his cock into her swollen vagina.

He thrust into her over and over, sliding his hands up to fondle her breasts, kissing the back of her neck and moaning himself with pleasure.  He brought his hands to her hips guiding them back toward him as he slammed into her. With each thrust, a grunt and moan told her he was close to coming.  His fingers were beginning to dig into her hips. It was not painful, just a little more than firm, as if he was clinging to her to keep from going over the edge.  It felt so good, his long hard cock slamming into her.  She felt him lean over her again and slide his fingers down to her clit.  She knew he wanted her to come again with him.  She loved it when he fingered her clit while he was sliding in and out of her.  It made her body hum.  He made her body hum.  She felt his thigh muscles clench as a new orgasm began to explode through her. They came together.  He grabbed her around the middle and they stumbled over to the bed collapsing in exhaustion. 

She rolled over and snuggled up against his firm chest.  He enveloped her in his strong arms and kissed her forehead.

“Oh, Sidney,” she said looking up into his beautiful hazel eyes. 

“You will always be safe with me, baby. I will never let anything happen to you. I love you,” he said, grazing his finger across her cheek.  He kissed her lips softly and held her close until she fell asleep, safe in his arms.

Chapter Fifteen

“You did what?” Sidney exclaimed.  Payton was right. He was not taking the idea of her being in Ovechkin’s house very well.

“It was a last minute change. I didn’t spend more than an hour and a half there.  Nothing happened. He was professional, a gentleman even.”

“A gentleman?  That’s hard to believe,” he sneered. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” It had been two days since she’d been to Arlington. She hadn’t found the right time to tell him before now.

“You were in New York. I wanted to tell you when you got home.”

“Because you knew I’d be mad.”

“Why are you mad? I told you nothing happened. It was fine, just another job.”  He just scowled at her.

“Brooks! Come on,” he called out.  The five month old pup trotted in on his gangly legs.

“Where are you going?”

“For a walk,” he snorted, grabbing Brooks’ leash and heading out the back door.  Payton let out a deep sigh. He was just going to have to get over it.  She didn’t do anything wrong and neither had Ovechkin, yet she still felt guilty. She didn’t tell him that Alex had hit on her a little. But she didn’t consider it a serious come on anyway. He had been teasing her.  It seemed like that was just the way he was.  She was sure he was that way with everyone. 

She washed up the few dishes in the sink and went about her chores for the day.  She’d find a way to make up with him when he came back.  She didn’t do anything wrong, but she didn’t like it when he was mad. Maybe she could treat him to a back rub.  That would make them both happy. She loved having her hands on his body. He had an amazing body.

The sound of breaking glass brought her out of her daydream. She rushed into the living room.  The window near the front door was broken. There was scattered glass everywhere and a large rock lying on the rug.  Payton peered out the window, her heart racing.  She saw no one. The street was empty.  She looked back over the mess and let out a nervous breath. A puzzled look crossed her face and she bent to pick up the rock. There was writing on it, just one word: Pride.  She didn’t understand. Why would someone throw a rock through her window?  Why would this message be on it?  She sat the rock on the side table and went back in the kitchen to get the broom.  Brooks bounded in suddenly and Payton quickly grabbed his collar to keep him from investigating the glass. 

“What is it?” Sidney asked noticing the look on her face.

“Someone threw a rock in my window.”

Sidney’s face suddenly looked stricken. He went quickly to the window and pushed her back when she came in with the broom.

“Call the police,” he ordered. 

“It’s just a rock. Probably some kid. It’s not-”

“I said call the police,” he repeated forcefully.  He looked over the writing on the rock and his face became angry.

“Sidney, what is it?” She’d never seen him like this.

“Call. And stay in the kitchen with Brooks, please,” he said more gently, realizing he was scaring her.

Sidney was with the officers for nearly an hour.  Tony arrived at the house before the police did and he and Sidney engaged in a quietly heated discussion that Payton could not hear from the kitchen.  She finally gave up, realizing that Sidney was not ready for her to understand what was going on. She sat at the kitchen table and let out a frustrated breath.  Normally, she would insist (no – demand) to know what was going on, but Sidney’s reaction frightened her more than she cared to admit.  She sighed again and Brooks lay his head across her knees and looked up at Payton with his big blue eyes.  She patted his soft head to reassure him as much as herself.  A few minutes later, Sid appeared in the doorway.  She went to him and wrapped her arms around him.

“Tell me what’s going on,” she mumbled into his chest.

“Sit down,” he said and pulled another chair near to sit opposite her. He took her hands in his and looked into her eyes.  He told her about the letters, explained that they had been getting more threatening. She listened quietly, watching his face, seeing his own anxiety creep into the corner of his mouth.

“You didn’t tell me before.”   It was a simple statement, but an accusation was implied.

“I didn’t want to scare you for nothing. I didn’t think you were in any danger,” he said defensively.  She stood rather quickly, bumping her chair back and startling Brooks who jumped to his feet.  She looked at him and then back to Sid and raised her eyebrows.

“You got him because of the stalker, didn’t you?” she accused him.  “If you didn’t think I was in danger, why get him?”

“Payton,” he started.

“No, I can’t believe this!” she exclaimed, running her hand through her hair. Brooks was still on his feet watching her as she paced back and forth.  He was whining slightly.  Sidney rose from his chair and tried to take her in his arms. She pushed back against his chest and struggled with what she wanted to say.

“You… you sh-should have pre-prepared me!  I-I-I could have been wa-watching for someone or something. You should ha-have trusted me. I cou-could have helped you.”

“Helped me?!” he exclaimed. He wrapped his arms around her and she did not resist him this time.