Playing Jax [Wylde Shore 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Jan Graham

  “It’s pleasure, Rhia.” He kissed her other nipple and spoke softly against it. “Pure…unadulterated…pleasure…”

  Each word was followed by a suck, a nip, a kiss of the distended nipple within his gaze. She was going to die a virgin. Steve was killing her, and he didn’t seem to realize it. She pressed her legs against his, trying to close them even slightly, hoping for a little relief from the increasing ache. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his head closer, raising her breasts to him in the hope of some kind of relief.

  “Please, Steve, I can’t take it anymore.”

  He began moving lower, gentle bites across her stomach that rippled in delight with ever nip and lick. He repositioned his hands so they covered her breasts. His fingers found the tight points of her nipples and pinched them firmly between roughened pads. Pleasure became agony.

  “Hold on, beautiful.” He kissed down the top of her thigh, moving inward toward…Oh. My. Lord. The words didn’t leave her mouth. A slow, agonized moan replaced them as he licked along her wet slit. Steve groaned against her as his tongue parted the folds and lapped along the length of her womanly folds. He mouthed at her clit, sucked it between his lips, and tickled it with his tongue.

  Her hips rose to meet his mouth, needing more. The pleasure suddenly exploded around her, making her body shudder. Her vagina contracted and began to spasm, but he didn’t release her. His tongue eased down toward her opening, flicked inside it, drew more moisture from her than she thought she could produce. She tried to catch her breath, little shudders still pulsing through her body. He growled the word again, pulling her clit back into his mouth with a forceful sucking action. She climaxed again, more forcefully than before. He was eating her alive, and she was going willingly to her death, one orgasm at a time.

  “You taste like heaven.” Steve gently kissed her ravaged folds and rested his head against her inner thigh. He looked up at her, his eyes sparking like a dark set of sapphires. Her body shivered involuntarily as he placed his hand against her wet folds. His fingers stoked between the lips, circled her entrance. “You are so delightfully wet, baby.”

  Rhia knew he was going to make her come again as he pushed one finger inside her and began a shallow thrust. He quickly added a second, scissoring them inside her opening and easing the tightness before he added a third. His fingers slid in and out, moving slightly deeper each time. He touched softly against the barrier and pulled back slightly. The aching desire in her began to build once again. She moved her hips, in rhythm to the stroking of his fingers.

  Steve moved over her, his face becoming level with hers. He kissed her, capturing the soft mewling cries escaping her lips as his digits continued to ease in and out. His erection brushed her thigh. His fingers vacated her, replaced by his penis, now poised at her entrance. She whimpered as he entered her tight channel, her vagina stretching to accommodate the engorged head of his penis. Steve stilled, released her from their kiss and gazed down at her lovingly.

  “Relax, sweetheart.” He began to move into her once more. He used the same movement as before, short, shallow thrust, not too deep. The nerve endings at her opening quivered around the head of his penis. She moaned at the pleasure thrilling through her body, the building ache. “Put your arms around me, baby. I want to feel your hands on my back. I love the way your hands feel against my skin.”

  Rhia obeyed. Her arms encircled him, fingers played over the rippling muscles of his back. He increased the pace of his shallow thrusting, and he moaned along with her. His eyes closed briefly as if he was fighting a battle inside himself. She gasped as her body reacted again. Her vagina throbbed with each inward slide, the head of him occasionally touching the barrier but not breaching it. She called out his name as she began to come again. Her vagina clenched on to him, and her body began to shudder, as another release welled within her.

  “That’s it, baby, that’s what I want. Come for me, Rhia. Take the pleasure.” She began to unravel around him, the short thrusts deepened slightly, and quicken. She didn’t know if the scream was from the orgasm or the pain that interrupted it. It was like she’d been stabbed in the middle of the most ecstatic moment of her life. She clung tightly to Steve, who had stilled inside her, she gasped for air, her nails biting into his skin.

  “Oww…” The utterance passed her lips on a gasp.

  “Breathe, baby,” he cooed into her ear. He was buried inside her. Deep inside his erection flinched within her tight enclosure. “Relax honey, try to relax. I know it’s a tight fit.” He was gently moving once again. Her muscles began to relax around him, both her vagina and her body responding to the gentle words he continued to whisper against her neck.

  He raised his head, stared down at her and smiled. His mouth took hers with a force she didn’t expect, and she couldn’t help but respond. By the time he pulled back from the kiss, he was moving into her with long, slow, deliberately deep thrusts. She hadn’t remembered wrapping her legs around his hips, but they were. He watched her face intently, not hiding the arousal or pleasure that filled his own. Her hips responded to the rhythm he set, rising to meet him. The sharp stabbing pain at the piercing of her barrier now replaced with a slight throb and a revitalized pleasure.

  She concentrated on the pleasure, as it blossomed within her and moaned with each deep penetration. Her cavity was stretched so tightly she wondered how he fit inside her. She clenched around him. A tremor raced up her spine, the familiar shudder of her body at the precipice to release gripped her. He was pumping into her fast, strokes that whipped her body into a frenzied state and seemed to drag him along with her. If she thought the orgasms he’d given her before were incredible, the delight shooting through her body now was mind-blowing.

  “Come now, baby, make that tight little cunt suck me so hard, until I have nothing left inside.”

  She screamed his name and let the ecstasy take her where it willed.

  “Good girl, Rhia, that’s so fucking good.” Steve moaned loudly, and a guttural, masculine cry tore from his chest. His hips plunged forward a final time, his hardness pulsing within her. Little thrusting jerks of his hips, set of tremors of sheer exhilaration within her as her own orgasm eased. They both lay breathless, their bodies entwined, covered in a soft, dewy sweat. Steve remained embedded inside her. She could feel a pulse at the site of their joining. Was it hers or his? She couldn’t tell…

  * * * *

  Fucking hell! Not wanting to crush her, Steve eased his body away from Rhia. He didn’t pull out, though, wanting to relish the feel of her tight hole a little longer. She lay sprawled beneath him, displaying the relaxed and sensual look of a well-fucked woman. He loved that look, especially on Rhia. He’d wanted her first experience to be a good one. From the look on her face and the delighted screams and moans while they’d been fucking, he assumed he’d achieved that goal.

  For Steve, on the other hand, it was a two-fold experience, the most excruciating and satisfying sex he’d had in his life. Not that excruciating was bad. He had chosen to take it slower, make himself wait, ensuring Rhia was satisfied, before letting himself experience the joy he knew her body would provide. The excruciating part had come from his difficulty in maintaining the control he needed to not take her the moment he lay her down on the bed. He struggled with his restraint once he entered her, having to stop himself from hammering into her like a madman the moment he felt her hot, tight, hole close around him.

  He could feel himself getting harder again as she ran her fingers gently up and down his back, her eyes closed, a drowsy look of satisfaction on her face. He needed to leave the refuge of her body before he took her again. She gave a little moan as he withdrew from her, her lips puckering into a sultry pout. He loved the way she pouted, not that she’d done it often, but when she had it made his cock flinch and sparked the desire to spank the sulky little look from her face. Today he kissed the look off her face instead.

  “How do you feel?” Probably not a very sexy thing to ask, but he
needed to know how to care for her.

  “I feel incredible. Is all sex like that? It must be. No wonder they insist on nuns being celibate. They wouldn’t stay nuns for long if they discovered what they were missing out on.” Rhia giggled and snuggled against him. “I could become obsessed with feeling like that all the time.”

  “I’m glad you liked it. However, I insist you only indulge your new obsession with me. I can’t be responsible for my actions if you decide to take another man to your bed.”

  “Poor Cal. His eye must be really sore.” Steve heard the teasing tone in her voice and chose not to discuss the man.

  “What about you? Are you sore?” he asked. When Rhia nodded he gave her a gentle squeeze then laid her back to inspect her body. There wasn’t a huge amount of blood, just enough to make an old-fashioned Macedonian father proud. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a second.”

  Steve went into the bathroom, discarded the condom into the trash, started filling the bath with water, re-dampened the wash cloth and returned to Rhia. She was staring in shock at what she saw between her legs and on the sheets.

  “There is blood. I thought you meant a spot, but that’s more than a spot.”

  He’d intended to put the towel underneath her before he’d taken her innocence. The overwhelming desire to slide inside her had negated that plan. Steve eased her back onto the bed, cleaned the smears of blood from her inner thigh and between her legs with the washcloth, and scoped her up into his arms.

  “Come on, my little virgin sacrifice, it’s time for a bath to ease that sore body of yours.” Steve knew he’d take her again before the night was over. His cock jutted out before him as he carried her into the bathroom, shut off the faucet and watched her ease down into the warm water with a deep sigh.

  She didn’t argue when Steve instructed her to soak for a while until his return. He moved back to the bedroom, stripped the bed, put the sheets in the wash and remade the bed with fresh linens.

  “Does that feel nice?” He stared at her from the doorway, her head inclined against the back of the tub, hair floating over her shoulder, eyes shut.

  “It’s beautiful. Thank you for thinking of it.”

  He knelt beside the tub and picked up the soap. “You’re beautiful,” he stated, watching her blush at the words.

  Steve lathered her back and arms, rinsing them gently before moving to bathe her legs and the juncture between them. Her soft sigh as she opened her legs so he could wash her had his cock flinching. She was so responsive to his touch, which was good, because he loved touching her. He helped her out of the bath and kissed her to hush her protest that she could dry herself without his help. She stood quietly as he plugged in the hair dryer and began to blow the moisture from her hair.

  “Do you do this sort of thing with everyone whom you have sex with?”

  “No.” Steve hoped he didn’t sound too abrupt as he answered. It was a question he hadn’t expected her to ask. It was a question that had him thinking back over the years and the women he’d slept with. He’d only ever desired to pamper one other woman in this way, Kathy.

  His heart pounded hard in his chest. He used to explain the need to spoil Kathy like this by saying it was something he only ever wanted to do for the woman he loved. He place down the hair dryer and picked up the hair brush. He watched it glide through the silken strands of Rhia’s hair. If he only wanted to do this for a woman that he loved then what did that make Rhia?

  Chapter Thirteen

  Steve wasn’t impressed. He’d planned to spend the whole weekend nestled between Rhia’s luscious thighs, fucking her senseless until neither of them were able to walk straight. Instead he found himself at the hospital.

  The call from Carlie James had interrupted the most heavenly blow job. Rhia was a fast learner, eager to please. Her enthusiasm to satisfy him sexually was amazing. For a woman who had been celibate all her life, she was taking to sex like a duck takes to water. He wondered what she’d be like once she gained her sexual confidence. The words fucking amazing sprang to mind.

  He knew he’d have to keep an eye on her. She was already showing signs of being a little minx. She’d initially stopped sucking him when the call came through from his detective. He should have taken notice of what she was up, too, sitting on the floor between his knees. When she went back down on him while he was still talking, he hadn’t been able to stop the strangled fuck that escaped his lips. Steve made up a story about spilling his coffee, to explain the outburst. The fact Carlie heard Rhia giggling in the background had been harder to explain. Steve didn’t think the detective believed the it’s on the TV story he’d given her.

  When he got off the phone, he’d threatened to spank Rhia if she did something like that again. The flair of excitement that filled her eyes surprised him. He hadn’t expected such an obviously agreeable response. He didn’t take it to mean she would enjoy the activity, but it indicated she was interested in experimenting.

  “Okay, this is what we have.” Daniel finally made it to back the private staff room near the hospital’s casualty department where Steve and Carlie waited. “We’ve got half a dozen sick kids, all high school age. Three are in intensive care, and their condition could go either way. One is about to be released into the care of his parents, two are being kept in for observation, only one of them is making any sense.”

  “I don’t understand the reason for the hospitalizations. From what I’ve learned, you don’t usually get sudden or even possible death from meth use. Why is this different?” Carlie frowned as she spoke. Steve assumed she was trying to get a better idea of what they were dealing with.

  “Technically, if any of these kids die it won’t be a drug death. The ingredients are poisoning them. They’re not technically overdosing on the drug. They’re ingesting a toxin that’s stopping their hearts. Meth often affects the heart, and longer term use damages it. That effect, plus some other chemical interaction, is causing massive heart attacks in the users of this particular batch of the drug.”

  “Why aren’t they all dead then? Out of six, you’ve got three that are critical. Why are the rest okay?” Steve asked, assuming the answer was intake and individual body makeup but wanted to ask for Carlie’s sake. Her frown had been replaced with confusion. At least he assumed it was confusion. Sometimes she was a bit hard to read when she was deep in thought as she appeared to be now.

  “Drugs aren’t a perfect science. Even legal drugs affect people differently. One of the guys in intensive care has a history of minor drug admissions, he may have used more than the others. The kid we’re discharging said he only took a small amount just to shut his mates up. He also came in vomiting his guts up and covered in excrement from where he’d been crapping himself. His body obviously did a good job of expelling whatever it didn’t like.”

  “Luck of the draw then,” Carlie stated.

  “Yeah, if you believe being so sick you’d probably prefer to be dead is luck.” Daniel pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket. “Now here’s a really interesting piece of news that arrived late Friday afternoon.”

  Steve looked at the report from the eastern suburban hospital and froze. It was a casualty report from the night of the fire. A woman using the name Elizabeth Hastings had been treated for burns to the right shoulder. He handed the report to Carlie and stared back at Daniel. Both men shared a concerned exchange.

  “Maybe the Hastings organization is trying to rise from the ashes,” Daniel stated. “No pun intended, of course.”

  The Hastings criminal organization had been dismantled four years ago, after the death of notorious drug lord Adrian Hastings. Angel had suffered terribly at the hands of the organization. The impact on her life nearly resulted in her death. The fact that Adrian had assisted in saving Angel meant nothing compared to the suffering his men had caused her over a five-year period. The last thing Steve had done before he left the drug squad was ensure that every surviving member of the organization had been brought to justice.


  Elizabeth Hastings hadn’t been part of the investigation really. She and Adrian were divorced and there was no evidence she’d ever participated in her husband’s criminal activities. She lived a lavish lifestyle on the profits he made, raised his two children, and didn’t have much to do with the man after the divorce was finalized.

  “It says she obtained the injuries during a kitchen fire? Is that feasible?” Carlie asked.

  “Most burn injuries from kitchen fires are to the hands and arms, from people try to douse the fire. Anything’s possible though. Cal would be the man to ask if you’re after an expert opinion.” Daniel obviously didn’t understand how unimpressed Carlie would be with the idea of talking to Cal again.

  His detective had an odd relationship with Steve’s fireman friend. Cal chased, and Carlie ran. Steve assumed one day she might let herself be caught, if Cal changed his ways. At the moment though Carlie refused to be drawn into Cal’s womanizing lifestyle, even though Steve knew she was interested. She often complained to Steve that Cal would be a great catch, if he’d just agree to commit to a woman. It was Carlie who had first coined the phrase Cal the commitment-phobic fireman when referring to his friend. The phrase had stuck, and Cal hated it.

  Steve made his way back to the command centre where he and Carlie worked for the rest of the day. His detective seemed to have a handle on the case, but Steve wasn’t sure they were getting anywhere. He stared at the information before him. Before they left the hospital, Carlie and he had taken statements from the victims’ parents, and the one kid they could interview. He’d sent Carlie and the rest of officers on duty to track down and interview more of the kids known to have attended the party.

  With social networking and mobile messaging capabilities, not all the partygoers could be identified. There had been over two hundred attendees, some of them from out of town. Tracking them all down would be impossible. Likewise, the dealers could be from anywhere. These days it was easy to find a ready market to sell anything illegal just by checking out the various online social networks. All dealers needed to do was find a party, and they had an open market to push their wares.