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  Hostile Vengeance

  Hostile Vengeance

  The sequel to Hostile Contact

  by

  Tamala Callaway

  “Hostile Vengeance”

  Copyright (c) 2013 by Tamala Callaway. All rights reserved.

  www.tamalacallaway.com

  ISBN – 13: 978-1484884096

  ISBN – 10: 1484884094

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any way by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording or otherwise without the prior permission of the author except as provided by USA copyright law.

  This novel is a work of fiction. Names, descriptions, entities, and incidents included in the story are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, events, and entities is entirely coincidental.

  Book cover design by Jeff Todd, ToonIt Up! Graphics - www.toonitupgraphics.com, copyright  2013 Tamala Callaway. All rights reserved.

  Published by Tamala Callaway in the United States of America

  1. Fiction / Romance / Suspense/ Thriller

  2. Fiction / Adult Content

  05.17.13

  Hostile Vengeance

  The sequel to Hostile Contact

  by

  Tamala Callaway

  “Hostile Vengeance”

  is part 2 of

  “Hostile Contact”

  Read this ↑ one first!

  More novels by Tamala Callaway:

  *SuperNatural Novel Series*

  ~ New Beginnings

  ~ Love Crazed

  ~ Commitments

  ~ Past, Present & Future

  ~ Destined

  ~ The Second Generation 1 & 2

  *Blending fantasy with a dose of reality*

  Visit http://tamalacallaway.com for more information and upcoming writing projects by Tamala Callaway.

  Chapter 1

  Completely frustrated, irritated with yet another possible situation that could cause problems in his life, Trevor exhaled gruffly and turned to re-enter the store. He headed toward Alex, still waiting in line at the register, but glanced once more over his shoulder with hopes of seeing this woman still there—somewhere.

  “Trevor, who was that?” asked Alex, concern clearly across his face, especially for the worn look of aggravation on Trevor's.

  “I'm not sure. I've seen her before, but not her face,” he sighed, and shook his head dramatically slow as if to say, not again. “We'll talk in the car,” he said in hush tones as the clerk began ringing up his purchase.

  He paid for their groceries and the two of them walked out to the parking lot to leave. Unable to fight the urge to search again, Trevor looked around the parking lot for any sign of the woman, but she had truly disappeared.

  After loading the groceries, the two men got in and headed back to Trevor's, making sure they weren't being followed, then had a discussion about what may be going on.

  “So, you said that you've seen this woman before, but not her face?” Alex questioned. This was something he'd been accustomed to in his line of work. The ability to interrogate until things made sense.

  “Yes. Back when Symóne and I had just begun developing our relationship, that woman, the woman watching me in the store, had been seen on camera infiltrating our file room at the firm. She had pulled almost every file from the system and scattered them all over the place. Her face was covered by her hair and she seemed quite upset considering the way she behaved while doing it,” he breathed, thinking of what this woman could possibly want or be upset with that she would want to upset the firm's filing system.

  “Are you guys still investigating her identity?”

  “At the moment, no. We have nothing to go on. Her fingerprints didn't show up on anything, and it wasn't until we watched the footage several more times that we realized that she was wearing very fitted, nude medical gloves. It's very frustrating because something is telling me that if I could just get a look at her face, I'm sure that I, or Vince would know who she is.”

  “Well, as your friend Trevor, my experience leads me to believe that you'd better not let your guard down. You have great instincts and if you feel that you might know this woman, and she seemed upset, your troubles have not gone away.”

  Trevor sighed with false exhaustion. Things were going incredibly well for him now, and he definitely didn't want to upset Symóne.

  Once they returned to his house, they took the meats to the kitchen and prepared them for the grill. The hairs on the back of Trevor's neck were still standing. He couldn't help but to wonder if this woman had been following him long and if she already knew where he now lived, or God forbid where Symóne's business is.

  He asked Alex to start up the grill while he made a few phone calls. The first was to Symóne, to check up on her.

  “Hey babe, you miss me already,” Symóne chimed.

  “Like crazy. Are you still at your client's home?” he checked.

  “Yes, but we're packing up to leave. She loved everything we presented to her and we start construction in two weeks! I'm so excited!” she raved.

  Her excitement eased some of the tension he felt at the moment, but just talking to her let him know that she was okay.

  “Great babe!” he tried to sound enthusiastic, but was too distracted by his earlier encounter. “Are you coming straight home?” he asked.

  “Yes. Why, did you need me to stop for something?”

  “No.” the word sounded tense. “Just come home. I need to see you,” he sounded almost desperate. The tone in his voice caught Symóne's attention, but she saved her questions for when they were face to face and away from her client.

  She and Faye loaded everything in Symóne's SUV and headed back to her house. When they arrived, Trevor heard them coming through the garage and rushed to Symóne for an embrace. Both of his arms cupped around her body, pulling her close to the point where he could feel her heartbeat through his body. He inhaled, then slowly released the breath as he pulled back enough to let his forehead rest against hers.

  “What's wrong Trevor?” she asked.

  “We'll talk later. Leave everything in the car, I'll get it out for you this evening. Come out back, the food will be ready shortly,” he promised as he guided her to their back patio. Just like that, he was able to put his worries aside long enough to change his mood in hopes of them enjoying this day with their friends.

  Faye rushed up to Alex for a long awaited embrace, and noticed that he seemed a bit stressed, but tried to hide it. He and Trevor had a quickie conversation about not worrying the girls right now about the situation from today. They had a plan, but didn't want to stress Symóne unnecessarily.

  While Symóne and Faye sat at one of the patio tables discussing plans of their upcoming design project with the smoothies Trevor had just made them, the guys tried to lighten the mood with trash talk about the game they had only partially took an interest in.

  Later that evening when they were alone, Trevor took this time to talk to Symóne about his earlier encounter at the grocery store. He didn't want to keep secrets from her, nor did he want her caught off guard. He needed her to be aware of her surroundings and careful of her outings while alone.

  He had run bath water for her, while she went through her routine of deciding what would be comfortable and sexy to wear to bed, as if she owned anything that didn't fit the criteria. Once she returned to the bathroom, and her water was ready, he helped her into the tub until she was seated.

  At first, while she soaked, he let her ramble on about what she and Faye were going to do for this particular client. She had explained about her being able to use a furniture designer, who's work she absolutely adored, because this cli
ent has a huge budget for her project.

  Although he listened intently, she could tell that there were other things on his mind.

  “So, that's the gist of my day, what about yours? Did something happen?” she looked up at him and noticed when he let his head drop and looked at the floor, seemly trying to disguise how upset he truly was.

  “Trevor? Something did happen…didn't it?” she looked worried. He raised his head, then looked at her.

  Clearing his throat, he started with Alex being the first to notice the woman watching him at the grocery store. After explaining to her that he and Alex both felt that this situation has the potential to become just as disturbing and possibly dangerous as the previous events, he warned her about her comings and goings, and being aware of her surroundings.

  “Trevor…you have absolutely no idea who this woman could be? Is it possible for her to be a disgruntled ex-employee?” she questioned him.

  “Babe, no one has ever quit or been fired from the firm. It's a great atmosphere and work environment. No one wants to leave and everyone loves their jobs,” he sighed.

  He rubbed his temples and leaned back against the counter. She had raised up in her bath and began washing herself.

  “Okay, so lets put our heads together and try to figure this out. If this woman is following you and taking video footage of you, then that means she's studying your habits or something of that nature,” Symóne spoke without looking up until Trevor sighed with a chuckle.

  “What?” she asked as she then looked to him.

  “You've been hanging around me in the court room too much,” he smiled again.

  She smirked at him, then continued, “Also, I need to know what was she wearing today?”

  Trevor inhaled a deep breath, then looked up in thought. Taking in details was something that came naturally to him. He did it without trying, and even in stressful situations, he could pull up the smallest details.

  “She wore designer blue jeans, with a scroll pattern on both back pockets. Her shirt was a pink and green flower patterned see through shirt, like the yellow one you have, and she had a white spaghetti strap tank top underneath. I'm not one hundred percent sure about her shoes, but they looked like gray booties,” he finished.

  Symóne looked up in thought. “…and you said you didn't see her face, right?”

  “No, I did not see her face. Her hair was dark brown and cut into a short bob that angled down slightly toward her face,” he remembered.

  “Well, from what you've just described, she has to be around our age. So she's in her mid twenties to mid or late thirties. If she was walking as fast as you say she was in heeled booties, I would bet my money on mid to late twenties—our age,” she confirmed her theories.

  Trevor went into thought. Who could this woman be and what did she want at his office last year, and why is she following him with a camera now?

  Symóne stood to wash her legs and feet, and that much Trevor could not ignore and continue with any conversation that had nothing to do with his wife. He stood upright and started toward her, “Here, let me help you with that,” he grinned as he reached for her bath sponge.

  She smiled and handed it to him, then stood with her arms and legs spread apart for him to get the job done with ease. He picked up her bottle of body wash and squeezed it onto the sponge. Once he sat the bottle down, he began to work up a lather, then placed the sponge on her neck, tracing it down and around her shoulders. His hand seemed to be moving in very calculated motions as he gently eased down her body. He then began moving to her round belly, making circles around it in a gentle motion. He then raised his eyes only, up to her eyes, then sat on the side of the tub as he put his left hand on her thigh and used his right hand, which held the bath sponge, to softly zigzag his motion down her body until he reached her V peak.

  Symóne tensed as his motions teased her, and the slightest touch to her sensitive areas caused her breathing to become audible. Trevor continued to bathe her, sure to touch every inch of her body, then pulled the sprayer from the corner of the tub and turned on the water to rinse her.

  He returned the sprayer to its position, grabbing her bath towel and wrapping it around her. When he lifted her from the tub, cradling her in his arms, she draped her arm around his neck while he took her to their bed.

  All the while Symóne had been sharing intimate glances at him, he smiled as he let her down to stand first and began to dry her from head to toe, kissing her body all over as he patted and squeezed the towel to her limbs, absorbing every bit of moisture.

  His long drawn out gestures were driving Symóne wild. Her legs trembled, then gave way causing her to fall back on the bed. Trevor chuckled as he went to the other side of the bed and placed his hands around her wrists and pulled her until she was completely on the bed. The sight of her lying there, her perky breast had grown fuller, her baby bulge was just high enough to make the part of her body underneath it a mystery, drove him to want to explore.

  She waited, allowing him to complete the mission he seemed to be on, as they always allowed the other to drive their own fantasy quests of their sexual encounters.

  He then went back to the other side where her feet dangled off the side of the bed and took her left leg and raised it in the air. He leaned down and put his mouth just under the back side of her knee and began to bite gentle enough not to hurt her, but just hard enough to cause her to hiss.

  He continued to nibble his way down until he felt the heat—her steaming moisture caress his lips. He pulled up on her legs until they rested on his shoulders then cupped his hands around her thighs and tasted her until her moans began to sound like cries. He raised his head to look at her, “Are you okay?” he asked.

  She panted, taking a deep breath, then answered, “Yes. It's just…you're so good at this, I can't help myself. Don't stop, keep going,” she begged.

  He smiled and began to drive his tongue up inside of her, while sucking her clitoris, making his mouth cup her vagina. Symóne raised her lower body up off the bed with Trevor following as he continued to pleasure her. His moans sounded as if he were devouring the tastiest treat ever, exciting her more. Her body began to shiver and she grabbed his arms, pulling him to her as the pressure began to build on the inside, holding him there. The siren started mildly, then quickly became alarm-like. The shivering continued, but her body dropped to the bed. She was backing away, but he followed, pulling her back to his face.

  “I can't take it! Oh my God, I can-can't take it!” she pleaded.

  He began to strip down, but paused, “Do you want me to shower first?” he asked her.

  Symóne glared at him in shock, “Hell no!” she cupped her hand around his arm and pulled him on top of her. He was more than ready with his nature finding hers right away. He grabbed her leg and pulled it up and around his back, holding it there as he began thrusting with force. Suddenly he stopped and raised off of her.

  “Trevor…” she complained. “Why did you stop?”

  “Are we hurting the baby?” he asked.

  “No, this is perfectly okay,” she pulled at him.

  “I don't know Symóne, I think that I may be too heavy to lay on you this way,” he worried.

  She cocked her head to the side, then decided to take matters into her own hands. She was ready for him and he was procrastinating. She pushed him off of her, causing him to land on his back, then moved quickly to climb over him and placed herself upon him. As she eased her way down, she clinched her walls around him, gripping the shaft of his nature. Every time she raised her body, her walls would contract on him, pulling with gentle massages.

  Trevor's head fell back and he bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning. Symóne worked him until she felt him swell, then leaned forward, face to face with him, kissing him as he released inside of her. He grabbed her, holding her down to his body and shivered violently until he was emptied. When he was finally able to let go of her, she moved to lay beside him and rested her head and hand
on his chest. No words were spoken, he only wrapped his arms around her.

  Moments later, Symóne's hand began to ease down his body until she touch his nature. She took her index finger and caressed it until it began to grow and rise again. Trevor looked at her face, which wore a devilish grin, and he sat up.

  “Where do you think you're going?” she demanded.

  She made her way over him, straddling him as she once again connected with his nature. Just as she was about to give him round two, he raised her legs to rest on his waist and moved to the edge of the bed. He then stood to his feet and walked with her to the shower. All while he was inside of her, he kept flexing himself, causing her to take deep breaths every time. He turned on the shower and stepped inside, leaning her against the tiled wall. She hissed at the stark coldness on her back, but then he began to drive himself inside of her. The water was hot, the door steamed instantly, and he was doing what he wanted to do earlier. This was a position he was more comfortable with and he took full advantage. They both released together and had to take a breather before actually showering.

  Once finished, Symóne stepped out, her legs weakened by lack of muscle strength at the moment. She took her towel and wrapped it around her body and took unsteady steps to the bedroom.

  Too exhausted to slip on her sheer teddy, she crawled into bed and curled up in a fetal position, cradling her belly and fell asleep before Trevor had finished drying himself. When he entered the room and saw that she was down for the count, he took out a pair of pajama bottoms and slipped them on, then went down to the kitchen for a couple of bottles of water and came back up. He took one to Symóne's side of the bed and put it on her nightstand then came back to his side and climbed in.

  He twisted off the top and gulped the bottle down in one swig. After sitting the empty bottle on his nightstand, he turned over to cradle his wife. He thought, there is nothing I wouldn't do for this woman. Thank you God for bringing her into my life. He closed his eyes and didn't open them until the next morning.