Breaking Bad

by Karin Tabke

  Jack’s body tightened against hers as his head lifted and their gazes caught. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”

  “You deserve it.”

  “Yeah, I deserve that and more, but that’s not why I’m here.” He yanked her hard against him. “You’ve managed to get under my skin, Detective. I can’t focus. I can’t concentrate. I can’t do my job, wanting you the way I do.” He nipped at her bottom lip. “I need to work you out of my system. And I need you to let me.”

  “What about what I need?”

  His eyes crackled with serious mischief. “You need me inside you.”

  “You’re arrogant to think so.”

  “I know so, and I swear to God, Stevie, if you don’t tell me how much that sweet pussy of yours craves my cock, I’m going to take you over my knee and spank it out of you.”

  Her breath hitched in her throat and he smiled like the Grinch right before he plundered Whoville. Licking her dry lips, she couldn’t break away from the intensity of his gaze, or the sharp planes of his face that were never so possessive. This wasn’t Jack Thornton teaching Stevie Cavanaugh about why she, a dominant woman, would crave to be dominated, this was a predator that had his prey in his grasp and was waiting only for permission to devour it. If that permission was not granted? She swallowed hard again. Would he take it anyway? Did it matter? If they were going to work together, was it better to fuck the tension between them away or would it make them want it more?

  What was the worst thing that could happen to her if she gave him the green light? She could not be more heartbroken than she had been these past seven years, so why not? It was what she wanted. More than anything. She had trusted him with her secret need to be dominated. He haunted her dreams. He was here and he wanted her. God help her, she wanted him too.

  Swallowing hard, Stevie opened her mouth to speak but she choked, her throat was so dry. She couldn’t ask for it seven years ago and she couldn’t ask for it now.

  Jack kissed her. Long, deep, emotional. It took her breath away. When his lips lifted from hers, he softly said, “Let me give you what you’re afraid to ask for.”

  She hung there in his arms, exposed, vulnerable, needy and afraid. She closed her eyes and took the leap.

  “My pussy is so wet right now,” she whispered. “It craves your cock, Jack. It wants you to fuck it into next week. Until it’s raw.”

  “Open your eyes.”

  She did. Slowly, coyly. His eyes blazed. “Look at me when you tell me.”

  Inhaling, she exhaled her words. “I want you so bad it hurts. I want you buried balls deep inside of me. I want you hard and fast, slow and deliberate. I want you to make me come hard, Jack. So hard I can’t stand.” His hands cupped her breasts, his breathing accelerated, and his nostrils flared with excitement. She wanted to laugh and tell him it was all a joke, to go fuck himself. But the words lodged in her throat. She wanted this more. And she gave him more.

  “I’m so wet; if you pull off my shorts I’ll drip onto your hand.”

  He growled and yanked her tennis shoes off, then slowly worked her shorts down her thighs to her calves then finally to the floor. The hot musk of her aroused sex swirled around them. “I love the smell of your pussy,” he said roughly, caressing the cradle of her hips with his thumbs. Drawing her toward him, he dropped to his knees, tilted her hips, and splayed her thighs. “Your pussy is glistening with want, Stevie.” He glanced up at her and smiled. “I have missed this.” He brought her hips to his lips and softly pressed his nose to her soft damp curls. She shuddered as her clitoris constricted. Lightly he kissed it. She nearly came.

  “Lick me, Jack,” she begged before she realized what she did.

  “It would be my pleasure.” He slid his tongue along the slick swollen seam of her. Her thighs tightened around him as a slow moan eased from her lips. God, she’d missed him.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Every decent part of him told Jack to stop. That he was taking advantage of Stevie’s weakness for him. That just like before, when another door opened, he’d walk out of her life. This time she might hunt him down and kill him.

  But he’d longed for her all these years. The ache so deep it kept him away. He could no longer ignore it. Wouldn’t, even if he wanted to. He was done waiting, done wanting, done needing to feel her around him again. Now he would touch her. Taste her. Consume her.

  Damn the repercussions.

  She was so damn sweet, so damn hot, so damn wet, and fuck—Stevie rubbed her slick swollen folds against his face—so damn hungry for him. Soft hesitant moans of pleasure escaped her lips as if she were trying not to enjoy what he was doing. He smiled as he drilled his tongue deep into her sweltering cunt, squeezing her ass cheeks as she squirmed against him.

  It would take an army to pull him off her now. He was too far gone. He was starved for her. There would be no savoring. Not this time; this time was about filling the emptiness inside. He could not devour her fast enough.

  Slow, deep, hard, he ravaged her eager pussy. Twirling his tongue around her sensitive clit, he licked and sucked it until it was as stiff as he was. He slid his hands down around the bottom of her ass and caressed the rosebud of her anus.

  “Jack,” she breathed, as she shivered from the sensation.

  Her entire body trembled under his assault. He loved the taste of her flushed, salty skin. He wanted her to come in his mouth, in his hand, around his dick. It was his turn to tremble. He wanted everything she was willing to give to him and he wanted to take what she wasn’t.

  He dipped a finger into her hot box as he suckled her clit. “Jack,” she cried just as her hips bucked against him. In a wild shuddering episode, she came in his mouth. Expertly he continued to suckle her, gentling the pressure and the velocity of his thrusting finger as she rode out the orgasm. When the convulsions turned to quiet tremors, her body loosened, hanging limp from the chains, her breaths so shallow and forced; he wasn’t sure if she was going to survive.

  When he gently released his lips and finger from her, she moaned, but didn’t move. Standing, he caught his breath as a hard lump formed in his throat.

  “Jesus,” he softly swore. Her long sensuous body hung taut, breathless, and glistening, from the heavy chain connecting the bag to the ceiling beam. The concave skin of her belly was smooth and dewy. Her smooth mound with just a hint of damp curls glistened with his saliva and her sweat, and for the love of God, her sweet pink sex was so engorged it looked painful. Her head was thrown back, her lips swollen, her eyes closed. Her nostrils flared slightly as she slowly licked her lips. Jack swallowed again and took a step back. Every part of his brain told him to walk away, but everything south of it wanted to tear her apart.

  Swiping his hand across his face, he took another step back. His cock throbbed painfully in his tightened trousers. He knew he should cut her loose and run for the hills for both their sakes. When her eyelids fluttered open, hanging heavily over those smoky baby blues, he stopped. When they focused on him, darkening more, he knew he was screwed.

  “Stevie, I’m sorry I—”

  “Shut up,” she said hoarsely.

  His jaw clamped shut. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. He wanted to—

  “Now get the fucking over with so we can both get back to work.”

  Rooted to the mats, Jack was speechless for the first time in his life. What was he supposed to say to that?

  Not a damn thing. Because he was going to do something about it. Now.

  He slipped his hand into his front pocket and pulled out a condom. He’d stopped at the first drugstore he came upon on his way to Stevie’s. He bought a box of four, but threw all save one away. His way of forcing himself not to go past the one-time line. Yeah, big mistake, ’cause once was not going to be enough. He shoved his trousers and underwear down his thighs. As he s
et his impatient cock free, he groaned. Pre-cum dampened the head. He rolled the condom down his thick shaft as he kicked off his shoes and slacks. When he looked up at Stevie he caught his breath. Her nipples were hard, her pupils dilated, and her sweltering tits rose and fell in poorly contained anticipation.

  He stepped toward her and her legs rose, showing him her sweet dewy sex as she caught him around the waist, drawing him into her. He reached up to untie her.

  “Leave it,” she rasped.

  His eyes questioned hers. He wanted to fuck, yes, but not like this. He wanted her arms around him. He wanted to hold her close to him as he entered her. No matter how hard he tried to keep things just about sex between them, unfamiliar emotions forced their way into the equation. Like now. Jack didn’t make love, he fucked. But he didn’t want to fuck Stevie; he wanted to make love to her. It was why he’d left, all those years ago.

  “Let’s not make this more than what it is, Jack: we’re scratching an itch. Now, scratch.”

  He pretended that her words didn’t bite. That she was just hiding behind them because, like him, she was afraid of what she really wanted. He slid his fingertips up along the inside of her arm, stopping at her taped hand, where he entwined his fingers with hers. “Okay, Stevie,” he said huskily against her cheek. “You can have it your way this time.”

  “This is the only time.”

  “Next time, you come to me, sweetheart.” He lifted her bottom with his free hand and positioned her above his eager cock. As he slid up into her, he trembled, the experience more emotionally moving than he’d thought it would be. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. Like a fist, her soft, firm warmth clung to him.

  Breathless, she gulped for air and he smiled as he moved completely into her. Buried deep, afraid he’d come if he moved, Jack closed his eyes and savored the intense pleasure her body gave his. He was beyond worked up. He’d been waiting for this for seven years. And now that he was here, he didn’t want it to end. “This is more than scratching an itch,” he rasped against her neck. What that more was, he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t about to let her go. Not again. Not so fast. He slowly withdrew, then thrust high and deep.

  Stevie’s legs tightened around his waist. Opening his eyes, he glanced at her, wanting to see in her eyes that this meant more to her too. Her eyes were closed, but the expression on her face told him everything he needed to know. Bliss.

  He smiled triumphantly as she opened her smoldering eyes. Passion sparked dark and deep within them. “This doesn’t mean I like you, Jack Thornton,” she gasped as he pounded into her.

  She arched against him, squeezing his waist with her legs tightly wrapped around him. God.

  Damn.

  Holding her right ass cheek with his left hand to steady her as he plundered her, Jack grasped the back of her head with his right hand and dipped his head to her sultry neck, scraping his teeth down her jugular. “You don’t have to like me.” Not yet, anyway.

  Slow. Measured. Deep. Tremors wracked her body as her breath expelled in a long, lush sigh.

  He did that to her.

  The tension in her body changed and he knew she was on the edge of an orgasm. All she needed was a gentle push. He tugged a nipple ring with his lips as he ground into her.

  And she flew.

  He launched.

  His orgasm rode with hers into God knew where. It came long, hard, and so deep from within him, Jack nearly lost his footing, it shook him so fiercely. He grasped her harder as she surged against him, riding her orgasm out. Her low moans of pleasure and soft, warm breath against his cheek stirred him beyond their orgasms. His lips brushed across hers and his tongue slid along her bottom lip.

  Her mouth opened to his. He groaned, delving into her as the remnants of their orgasms worked through them. He couldn’t get her close enough to him. He didn’t want to let her go. Not so soon. Not again.

  Bodies spent, they remained connected, each unable to move. Stevie was plastered against him, his arms around her bottom and back. As violent as his orgasm had been, he was still hard inside of her. Her muscles clenched and unclenched around him, still milking him.

  Smiling, he lifted his head from where he had rested it in the nook of her shoulder. They were hot and sweat-soaked, and he’d never thought her sexier. He kissed the curve of her cheek as he slid his fingers into her damp hair.

  Her body stiffened and it wasn’t because she wanted more of what he had just given her, though he had no doubt that was true. She had her fighting gloves back on. He respected it.

  Reaching up, he untied her. Then with her legs still locked around his waist, he moved out of her slowly. As soon as he let her legs down and they touched the mat, she pushed off him and grabbed her clothes.

  “You can go now, Special Agent,” she said, not looking at him.

  “I don’t want to.”

  Her head snapped back and her eyes narrowed. “I don’t give a rat’s ass what you want.”

  He discreetly removed the heavy condom, but held it up. “Bathroom?”

  Instead she grabbed a small trash can from the steps leading to the house and held it out for him. He dropped it inside and proceeded to dress. He didn’t hurry. Because he wasn’t leaving.

  “I’m hungry,” he said casually.

  Setting her hands on her hips, she made a snarling sound, then said, “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here, having your way with me, and demanding food.”

  “I can’t help it. I haven’t eaten all day and you just fucked what energy I had left out of me.”

  “I fucked you? You chained me to the goddamn ceiling!”

  He smiled, liking it when her dander was up. There wasn’t much about her he didn’t like. “And I didn’t hear even a whimper of a complaint from you, either.”

  Her eyes narrowed dangerously. He backed up a step, then turned the subject back to his stomach. “Fine, Stevie, I fucked you, you can pretend you hated it. I won’t pretend I loved it, or that I want to do it again, soon, but none of that changes the fact that I’m hungry.”

  Stevie walked over to the control panel by the door and hit a button. The garage door began to ascend. “Between here and the hole you crawled out of this morning, I’m sure you can find some sustenance.”

  Jack’s smile widened as he slid his belt on. “I was thinking you and me and a couple of Val’s burgers.”

  “Val’s is closed on Mondays.”

  He nodded. “Okay, then I’m not going to be picky right now, Stevie. I’m hungry and I don’t want to leave, so how about if we order some pizza?”

  The incredulous look that crossed her face at his suggestion was priceless. He chuckled. “By that look I’d say you’re not feeling it.”

  “Not even close.”

  He slid on his shoes and glanced over at her, all dewy and defiant. Damn if he wasn’t getting hard again. “I have your flash drive. I know you’re hungry, and I know that as much as you want me, you’ll control yourself while we recharge and finish going over your case notes.”

  Stevie couldn’t believe his audacity. No one had a bigger set of balls than Jackson Thornton. “Keep the flash drive, I’m not hungry, and contrary to your overinflated ego, I don’t want you again.”

  Just saying the words conjured up what had just happened and the sense of power it had given her. She had been the one chained, but it was Jack who had lost control. Despite that, hell if she were going to order pizza and get all cozy with him in her house after he just barged in and ravaged her. A girl had her pride and she was drawing the line right here, right now.

  “Let’s put our mutual lust aside for the moment. Time is not on our side regarding our case. I prefer to be briefed by you, then by your notes—”

  “I really don’t care what you prefer at the moment, Jack. You had no right coming into my house and—”

  “And what
, Stevie?” he asked his tone low and demanding. “Taking from you what you wanted to give me but were too damn stubborn to offer?”

  “You can’t just show up seven years after walking out on me without even a ‘see ya later’ and expect me to drop for you!”

  “Is that what this is about?”

  “Part of it, yes.”

  “I said I was sorry.”

  “Sorry doesn’t cut it with me.”

  “I should have called. I wanted to—”

  “But you didn’t. Why?”

  Jamming his fingers through his hair, Jack loudly exhaled, but looked pointedly at her. “I had my phone turned off when I was with you that night, Stevie. When I woke up at dawn, you were passed out across my chest. I needed to hit the john. I slipped out of bed and something told me to check my phone. I did. I had a dozen frantic calls from my sister and just as many texts. My niece had been abducted by her father. I took off. I had every intention of calling you.”

  “Why didn’t you?”

  He stared at her for a hard long minute then said, “Because by the time I tracked that asshole down and retrieved my niece, two days had passed. Then Quantico called and said they had a last-minute cancellation for the academy and if I wanted the spot I needed to be in Virginia within the next ten hours. I moved and was on the next flight east. I hit the ground running.”

  “A simple text, Jack.”

  He nodded. “You’re right and in hindsight, I realize I took the coward’s way out. I figured if you thought I was a schmuck it would get me off the hook.”

  “Off what hook?”

  He swiped his hand across his face. “I saw the way you looked at me. I knew you wanted more from me than I could give you.”

  Fury balled up like a fist in her chest. She punched him hard in the gut. He took it without flinching. “Well, I guess you shouldn’t have led me the fuck on and then fucked me!” He was her first and her only. “Do you have any idea how humiliating it was to wake up after my first time with a man to find him gone without a trace? I kept wondering what I had done wrong. How I had fucked up being fucked!”