Hacker: Hardpressed Part 28

Blake groaned and rolled his eyes. I laughed and nuzzled into his shoulder, bashful and entirely too wound up to be presentable.

"I need a minute," I whispered.

"No kidding. I'm so hard it hurts."

"Mmm, I know the cure for that." I slid up against him, his erection straining against his jeans at my hip.

"You're seriously not helping. I can't have her catch us out here."

I took a breath and a reluctant step back. The ocean waves crashed closer to the retaining wall as the tide came in. Alli and Heath walked hand in hand back toward the house. I was so happy that she was coming back. We could do this more often, all of us together. Maybe.

"Where did you two wander off to?" Catherine asked when we got back to the house.

"They were making out in the gazebo," Heath blurted.

Blake punched him in the shoulder. Heath retaliated until they were laughing and grappling on the floor of the deck like wild animals.

"Boys! Boys! My lord, seriously. Greg, come control these boys!" Catherine flushed, a mix of laughter and embarra.s.sment flas.h.i.+ng across her features.

Alli, Fiona, and I were doubled over with laughter as the two continued their wrestling match a safer distance from where we sat. Greg emerged with a giant pot of water and dumped it on them.

They cursed and finally separated. When Blake returned, he had a silly grin on his face. He leaned in to give me a hug, making his best effort to get me wet too.

"Blake, stop it," I giggled.

"Just trying to share the wealth."

My phone rang. I pushed him away playfully and fished it out of my purse. I froze. It was Daniel. I looked around, half expecting to see Connor, but we were completely secluded. He was probably calling to b.i.t.c.h at me about the interview, but it was the last thing I wanted to think about.

I ignored the call and tried to think about how I was going to handle this s.h.i.+ft between Blake and me. We were falling hard and fast into our old ways, the normal rhythm of our relations.h.i.+p. I was at his parents' house, for heaven's sake, having a great night with his amazing family. This was way too far outside the scope of acceptable behavior according to Daniel.

He called again, and I turned my phone off. I didn't care. I had so much love around me right now. Between Blake and me, Heath and Alli, among his warm and caring family, how could I let Daniel's evil penetrate something that felt so right, so good? I pushed him out of my mind, unwilling to let him ruin the best day I'd had since I said goodbye to Blake. I didn't want to think about that part of my life, at least not yet.

We spent the rest of the evening talking and listening to Blake's family tell embarra.s.sing stories about each other. We laughed and drank and enjoyed the beautiful night. Blake never left my side, holding my hand on his lap possessively, as if he were afraid to let me go even for a second. I didn't mind, because I felt the same way.

A little tipsy, I said my goodbyes to everyone. Alli, Fiona, and I proclaimed that we loved each other no less than a dozen times. Heath bore witness, affirming the statement with us each time in his ever-patient sobriety. Catherine held me in a firm hug that seemed to last forever. I hugged her back. Hugs were good. Blake finally coaxed us apart. We stepped outside, and I stumbled a bit toward the car.

We got in and I snuggled up to Blake, kissing his neck and biting his earlobe. "I want you."

"You're drunk, but I will absolutely take advantage of you. These are extenuating circ.u.mstances."

I giggled. "Good. You should pull over somewhere and do me in the car."

"Wow, baby. Keep talking like that and I just might. First, let's put your seat belt on, okay?" Blake pulled out of the drive. "Then take your panties off."

I smirked and slid them down my legs, giddy for whatever plan Blake was cooking up.

I looked up from my seat belt endeavors just in time to notice a black sedan parked across the street. I twisted in my seat. The lights turned on and the car began to follow as we meandered back toward the main roads. My gaze fixed on the side view mirror. I blinked and tried to shake the buzz. I wasn't imagining this. The car kept following us, a safe distance behind.

"You okay? You haven't been this quiet all night."

My heart raced as the cold reality of the situation became clear. My indiscretions with Blake were officially on the radar. Between that and trying to manipulate my way through the interview, Daniel would be furious. I powered on my phone. Daniel had called twice more, never leaving a voice mail.

The complacency I'd felt earlier had expired. All my fears could be realized, all because I couldn't stay away. I panicked, my body shaking uncontrollably. Everything was cras.h.i.+ng down now.

"What's wrong? Do you want me to pull over?"

"No!" I shouted. "Drive, let's get out of here." Heaven help me, what have I done?

Blake's hand tightened over the steering wheel and he reached over to hold my hand in his other. "Okay, here's the deal. You need to talk to me right now, or I'm heading back to the house." He stopped at a stop sign.

"Just drive. It's not safe. They're following us. Go!" This would be the worst buzz kill ever, especially if we ended up dead.

He frowned and kept going. He checked his mirrors.

"Who exactly is following us?"

I shook my head, hugging my arms tightly around my body, as if I'd fall apart completely if I let go.

"Erica, for f.u.c.k's sake! Who?"

"Daniel." My voice was a whisper. "They've been watching us."

Blake stared ahead onto the road, his expression unreadable. His speed picked up as we hit the highway. We were going well over the speed limit, zipping down side streets until we hit ours. He parked and helped me out.

Somehow we'd managed to lose Connor. Either that, or he'd simply decided to stop tailing us. Not that it really mattered now anyway. He knew I'd been with Blake.

We stepped into Blake's apartment, and he planted me on the couch and brought me water. My body had calmed down a little, but I was filled with an empty kind of despair-that dark unknown that I'd envisioned so many times if Daniel changed his mind about sparing us. I said us, because if anything happened to Blake, I wasn't sure I'd be able to go on.

While I drank, Blake made a call from the kitchen. His voice was low and the call was brief. He returned and sat across from me on the table, stroking my thigh.

"Can we talk about this now?" His voice was gentler.

I didn't know what else I had to lose by telling him. He deserved the right to protect himself now that I'd brought Daniel's focus back to him.

"Daniel killed Mark," I said.

His expression didn't change. "I put that one together myself, Erica."

"You threatened him, and it burns him that you did. He's not going to let it go." I bit my lip, staving off the tears that threatened.

"I'm not worried about Daniel."

"Well you should be. He's going to kill you, Blake! He said I had to end it completely with you or he was going to aremove you from the equation permanently.' Now he knows, and... This is so bad. You don't understand."

"So this is why." His stare was penetrating, piercing my soul.

I swallowed and nodded silently.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

I shook my head. "You don't know how he is. He's ruthless, violent. You have no idea what he's capable of. He killed his own son, for G.o.d's sake. I had to try to protect you from him."

"I have information that exposes not just Mark, but him. I had no idea he was going to kill Mark. Not that I'm not infinitely happy he's gone. If I'd known he was going to go that route, I probably wouldn't have approached him the way I had."

"What information?"

He exhaled. "Doesn't seem like there's any love lost between you now, so I don't suppose there's any harm in telling you."

"What is it?"

"Daniel's been covering up Mark's exploits for years. You never reported it to the police when he raped you, but plenty of other women did. He can grease as many palms as he wants to make the problems go away, cover s.h.i.+t up, but he couldn't make everything disappear around someone as prolific as Mark. When I told him I could make certain information very easily accessible, to the press for example, you can imagine that he wasn't too pleased."

"All the more reason to kill you now. He's taken mercy on you to manipulate his way into my life. He wants me to be part of his f.u.c.ked up political campaign, unofficially, of course. He was going to help me pay you back the money you lent me so I could ditch the business."

"And you agreed to all this?"

His eyebrows shot up, like I'd lost my mind. Maybe I had.

"I... He didn't give me any choice, Blake. He said he was going to kill you. I've been trying to figure out a way around it this whole time, but he doesn't make it easy. He's horrible and...persuasive." I sagged back into the couch, not wanting to even touch the fact that he'd been violent with me.

"Drink."

I took a few more sips, wis.h.i.+ng Blake would talk.

"I'll go to him, Blake. I can try to convince him that this wasn't what it looked like. He knows we're bound to run into each other. Somehow I'll make him understand, come up with an excuse. And then we'll just have to lie low, figure out how to... I don't know..."

"No. I'm not sneaking around to be with you."

"Then what do we do?"

"He's banking on you reacting just as you have, because you love me. What he's not banking on is me causing so many problems with this election that he'll be too busy to think about much else."

"I don't understand."

"I'll release the information. It's that simple."

"But..." I swallowed, suddenly at war. I cared about Daniel, enough that the idea of ruining his campaign troubled me. Why? Why would I care when he'd made my life h.e.l.l? He'd threatened me with murder and more. "There has to be another way."

"Then come out publicly as his daughter."

"How would that be any less damaging for his career?"

"Having an illegitimate daughter you supposedly never knew existed is far less damaging than covering up multiple rapes for your stepson. It could be a nice amicable discovery. Not like you're extorting him or anything. Then we could get married and he'd have to play nice, because I'd be his son-in-law. How's that for payback?"

My eyes widened. "What?"

He smirked. "Is that so crazy?"

"Yes, that's completely crazy. Try again." My heart was suddenly beating out of my chest. Between freaking out about Connor following us and hearing those last words, I was completely sober now.

He laughed a little, but his smile soon faded. "I'm not wild about walking around knowing there's a hit out on me, Erica, but we can outmaneuver him on this one. The information I have must scare him because he wouldn't have killed someone to prevent me from leaking it."

"He said he did it for me." I gave a weak laugh. "I think he thought I'd be impressed that he did. That's so f.u.c.ked up, isn't it?"

"He probably did do it for you, but we both know how he is. He wouldn't do something like this without calculating every possible risk and reward."

I looked out the window, into the night sky brightened by the city lights. Would we be held prisoner like this until we knew it was safe again? When would it ever be safe again?

He leaned forward and feathered a finger down my cheek, turning my gaze back to him. "Nothing comes between us anymore, okay, baby?"

His eyes were dark and serious. I nodded. That was what I wanted too.

"I can't lose you like that again. I'll go crazy."

"Me too." An argument could be made that I'd already achieved some level of crazy in his absence.

"After we figure out what we're going to do with Daniel, I want you to move up here with me, okay? Or we can get our own place, I don't care."

I paused. "Can't I just stay at the apartment like before?"

"No. Not close enough. You owe me this much after disappearing and destroying my life these past few weeks."

I wanted to protest, but I couldn't fathom being away from him for a minute right now. "How are we going to get out of this mess? I can't take it. I can't lose you."

"You're not losing me. I'm not going anywhere. I'll hire a SWAT team if I need to, okay? Let's not think about that s.h.i.+t right now. All I want you thinking about is being here with me, right now."

I took a deep breath.

"Come on. Let's go to bed. He's not going to be coming after us tonight. He'll have to get through Clay and his friends first."

I nodded, willing myself to calm down. I trusted that Clay could handle Connor. I liked Clay and I abhorred Connor, so the idea of them facing off was appealing, actually.

Blake went to stand but I pulled him down on the couch with me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tightly, as if someone might come and rip him from me. He held me back, tightening his arms around my rib cage. I breathed him in, feeling settled at the familiar scent that was Blake.

I fought the surge of emotion, relief at having him with me again twisted up with an ever-present fear of losing him again. I draped my leg over his, tangling our bodies together so he couldn't leave.

"I'm sorry," I choked. "This is all my fault." I squeezed my eyes closed and fought the tears.

"Shh, baby. Don't think like that. It's going to be okay now." He brushed my hair back from my face, fingering the tiny mark he'd made on my neck. "I know that now. You were trying to protect me. I appreciate the effort, but nothing is worth going through what we did. You don't like me running your life, and I don't like you making sweeping decisions like this without me. So maybe we can agree to figure these things out together in the future. What do you think?"

I pulled back and he swept away the tear that fell, kissing me sweetly.

"Love me, Blake."

Heat pa.s.sed over his features. He tugged off my s.h.i.+rt and bra and moved me so I was lying down on the couch. Slowly, he slid off my skirt, leaving me bared and open to him.

His lips parted slightly. "I want you like this, every night. Naked and waiting for me."