Not only did they go into graphic detail about how the psycho wanted to kill Jamie, but the letters were all addressed to Jamie, not J.L. Lewis. That probably wouldn’t have been entirely alarming since her family took it upon themselves to give away her real name, but that had only been a few days ago. The letters dated back a month ago before anyone knew her real name. The other concern of course was that none of the letters had been sent through the mail.
There wasn’t a single postage stamp on any of the death threat letters which meant that whoever wrote them had them hand delivered to the building.
Thankfully Jamie’s landlord decided to throw her ass out otherwise he’d probably be having a hell of a time convincing her to move out. All of her things, her personal items like her computer, clothes and toiletries were being moved out of her place at that very moment. He’d convinced her to donate all of her furniture not because he really thought it was a nice thing to do like he claimed, but because it allowed the movers under Rick’s direction to get in and get the hell out without tipping anyone off about what they were doing.
They had a month left of this tour and he hoped the police were able to find the sick f**k before it was time to go home. If they didn’t some things were going to have to change and he was afraid those changes were going to push Jamie back into a corner and she’d go back to being afraid of her own shadow. It was only because they’d kept certain details from her that she wasn’t panicking right now. He’d just have to keep her distracted with work and other things in the meantime.
“Please tell me they have room service,” she mumbled in a sexy little whiny voice that had him smiling.
“They do, but the kitchen closed down an hour ago,” he explained as he grabbed his bag of toiletries and headed for the bathroom.
“Of course it did,” she said, dropping the menu back on the small rectangular coffee table and plopped down on the couch with a sigh.
The knock at the door had him biting back a smile. He ignored Jamie’s questioning look as he tossed her his small bag and headed for the door. When he opened it and spotted the bellhop, he stepped to the side so the man could roll the cart into the room.
With a polite smile the bellhop unloaded the two covered trays onto the coffee table and rolled the cart back towards the door where he stood waiting. He slipped the kid a hundred before shutting the door. That was one thing he learned long ago, in places like this money and position were everything. There wasn’t anything that he couldn’t get by greasing the wheels a little. It also didn’t hurt that the manager’s wife was a huge fan of J.L. Lewis and Nick promised him a set of signed copies if he opened the kitchen for his little recluse.
“What’s all this?” Jamie asked, shooting the covered trays a curious look.
“This,” he said, walking over to her and lifting the tray even as he bent to kiss her, “is dinner, sweetheart.”
“Is that double fudge cake?” his little sugar addicted asked on a gasp.
He chuckled as he set the cover down. It figured that she’d focus on the cake instead of the large plate overfilled with stuffed chicken breast, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, dressing and a few other things that were giving off a mouth watering aroma that had his stomach growling and reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
“It’s actually triple fudge with real Belgium chocolate and chocolate mousse in the middle,” he said, chuckling when she let a little reverent gasp of pleasure.
When she picked up her fork and went for the cake he wasn’t too surprised.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower before I eat. Try to eat some real food too, Jamie,”
he said as he stepped into the bathroom only to come to a halt and add, “and don’t touch my cake, woman!”
“I won’t!”
Of course she lied, he thought with a chuckle as he raised the lid off his food ten minutes later and found his cake plate empty. Thankfully his little addict seemed satisfied at the moment with her sugar intake and was now focused on her actual dinner. Since he’d actually ordered the second slice for her he didn’t say anything as he dug into his own food.
When they were done he placed the trays outside of his room just as Holly was opening her door across the hall. Her eyes widened in pleasure when she saw him and then narrowed when they ran over his bare chest and unbuttoned jeans.
Without a word she slammed her door shut and he resigned himself to a call from Rick in the morning. Not that he cared what the man said. With some sick f**k after Jamie he wasn’t letting her out of his sight. Rick could bitch all he wanted and it wouldn’t change a damn thing.
He shut the door and walked back into the room as Jamie was climbing under the covers. He waited until she was settled before shutting the lights off and dropping his jeans and underwear before joining her. Before his head hit the pillow she was curling up next to him. It wasn’t long before he realized that she’d ditched her pajamas and was naked, just the way he liked her.
Neither spoke as he found her mouth with his and gently rolled her onto her back. When he slipped a finger inside of her he found her wet and ready which was a good thing because he was too tired to stretch this out tonight. He wanted it hard and fast and he gave it to her.
The louder she screamed the harder he slammed into her and when she dug her nails into his ass he quickened his pace until he thought the damn bed would break. After she came the first, second and third time he didn’t slow down, but instead gave her everything he had. When he couldn’t hold back any longer he pulled back and turned Jamie onto her stomach before covering her body from behind. He slammed into her as he wrapped his arms around her, gripping her br**sts tightly in his hands as she drenched him in her arousal. Her walls tightened impossibly further around him seconds before she was screaming his name.
His balls tightened almost painfully as he felt himself harden further inside of her. As her walls clenched mercilessly around him he pinched her hard ni**les, forcing her into another screaming orgasm that robbed him of his own. He buried his face in the pillow as he roared her name.
Afraid that he was hurting her, he rolled over onto his side and pulled her with him, still inside of her. Moments later they were both falling into a deep satisfying sleep and he realized that he never wanted to let her go.
Chapter 24
“Oh god,” Jamie muttered, panting hard as she slapped her hands on the tiled wall behind her and looked down.