Cut So Deep: A dark second chance romance (Dark and Deep Book 1)

by Jax Colt

  This is a woman I’ve wanted for more than ten years, and I plan to relish every moment. I focus on the sensitive parts in the center of her palm and make my way up her inner arm before landing softly on her prominent collarbones. The light makes the space between us black, but shows the beauty of her cheekbones as I slowly start to stroke from one side of her collar to the other. I can hear the sound of her breathing get faster, and I know I’m on the right track. This woman is a goddess.

  She tips her head to the side to allow me access to her neck, and I play gently with the skin above the bruising. My fingers creep up behind her ear. She sighs and begins to move toward me. I take control and grab her by the waist, those luscious breasts getting closer to my face for a moment before she swings her legs over the side, and around my hips. We’re sitting up together in nearly the same position as we were in the café. I hold eye contact and continue exploring the back of her neck to the point where she begins to softly moan.

  She reaches up and lets down her dark locks so they spill over my hands, as luscious and soft as her skin. The hair frames her face now, and she looks younger in the light. I begin to knead and rub the tired muscles in the back of her neck, the pressure I exert holding her down more firmly on my lap. I feel my cock respond to the closeness of her center. She thrusts her breasts out, and as I massage her neck, I start blowing on her nipples gently. They are instantly rock hard through the cotton of her top, and she shrugs her shoulder to let one of the straps fall halfway down.

  I bring my hands around to her face and kiss her deeply. She’s everything I want and as my tongue delves into her mouth I feel her respond with the same enthusiasm. Her throaty moans are making me growl as I pause to rip the other strap down. The flimsy garment gathers around her waist and I pull those beautiful breasts into my chest as I kiss her more deeply. She’s moving around on my lap, rubbing against me gently, writhing in rhythm, and the moisture of her sweat makes her nipples glide against me.

  We’re both breathless, and even though my intention is to make this last, I don’t think I can. She arches her back, and I thumb her nipples, twisting and tugging at them gently. Her moans grow louder, and I wonder how long it’s been since someone loved her. I suck one, then the other, in gentle firm licks.

  “Please,” she says. “Take me. Make it better, Blake.” That’s all it takes for me to flip her back onto the bed.

  Lying back, she tugs at the cord of the robe I had thrown on for modesty and pulls me down on top of her. I use my arms to brace myself on either side of her body, and begin to kiss her deeply. Our bodies are rubbing against each other, and the friction is delicious. My cock is rock hard, and bobs at her stomach and thighs. She tilts her pelvis in an attempt to slip me inside of her, but I still her hips with my own and begin to work my way down her body.

  I’m kissing and nipping between her breasts as I pull the top and panties right down from around her midsection. I sit up and look down at her before sliding them off her legs. She’s so lush. I can’t keep my hands off her for a moment longer, so I plunge two fingers deep into her wet pussy. She arches her back and moans, gutturally begging me to push deeper, but I delay her pleasure, fucking her with my hands and then my tongue until she’s thrashing around like a tiger below me.

  I want to hear her beg before I slip inside, so I suck her clit gently at the next plunge of my fingers. She yelps, and I feel her contract around my hand, moaning.

  “Please, please, now, do it.”

  I move up her body and place my hands around her face as I slide my heavy, thick cock right to her core. I feel her stretch around me, so I take it slowly, making sure that every inch of thrust is buried in her wetness before I slide back out. She’s so hot, wet, and tight, and her pussy grips my cock like a glove as I begin to thrust faster.

  I’m right on top of her now, her breasts rubbing mercilessly against me, and she moves with the rhythm of my cock as my balls slap against her. I feel her movements grow more frantic, and I know she’s close, so I increase my pace and depth, wanting to fuck her as deeply as I can. Her head jerks with every thrust of my pelvis, so I reach behind and hold her neck again, kneading at her muscles and pulling her body downward for each thrust of my cock.

  She’s moaning, her eyes closed in ecstasy, and I see the moment she starts coming when she arches against me, biting her lip and jerking with the power of her orgasm. Her fingers clutch at my shoulders, and the look on her face is what makes me lose it. I pump wildly into her in search of my own release and she opens her eyes to watch as I come harder than ever in her hot, wet pussy.

  She pulls me down, holding our chests together as my cock throbs inside her and our breathing starts to slow. Her hips press gently into me, and I roll over, pulling her body up so we’re face to face, lying on our sides. I kiss her again and again before we fall into a doze, wrapped in each other’s arms.

  24

  Carrie

  The first thing I smell is his aftershave, and I’m instantly awake. This big, warm, bear of a sleeping man is lying next to me, and he’s sound asleep. I relax and breathe him in. He smells the same as he did back then, but different. The stubble is rough on his cheeks, and there’s a spattering of hair between his pecs. I lift back the sheet and stare at his sleeping form. He’s semi-hard even in his sleep, and I hope he’s dreaming about me. His arm is thrown up and around my shoulder so I snuggle in to his chest and inhale to take him all in.

  His heat is intoxicating. It envelops me, pulling me back into sleep, and I curl against him, twisting my legs around him. He grumbles in his sleep, and rolls over, pulling me in closer as he hugs me from behind. His body covers mine with room to spare, and I welcome the feeling of those beefy arms as they fold me into him. This is heaven. I almost purr with satisfaction at the thought of last night. I don’t know how many years I’ve been fantasizing about the way he’d feel inside me, and it was incredible.

  I press my ass gently into him, and feel him start to harden against my lower back. It’s not morning yet, and I don’t even know whether it’s night or day, but I don’t care. I’m exactly where I want to be. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than in the arms of this man, naked, rubbing gently against his smooth, muscled body. I press myself back until I mold into the length of him, so close I can feel him throbbing and the pulse of his blood in his chest.

  He starts to move against me, gently pushing his hips into me. I think he’s still asleep but the grumble of appreciation in his throat is all I need to spur me on. I may only have him in my bed once, so I’m making the most of every minute. I twist in his arms, and start to kiss his chest. His firm pecs and warm nipples are responsive to my touch even as he sleeps. I’m just at the right height, so I begin to swirl the tip of my tongue around his small pink nipple, and I’m delighted to hear him groan.

  “Good morning.” He opens those beautiful blue eyes. He reaches out and strokes my cheek, watching as I keep lapping at his nipple. My hands move downward, feeling the definition of each abdominal muscle before he twists over onto his back to give me free range.

  His member is throbbing and twitching as my fingers get closer. The precum is already glistening on its tip. I stroke the V of his lower abs before moving my palms down, past his heavy cock to cup and stroke his balls. I tug on them gently, and his shaft jumps to attention, begging to be licked. He’s circumcised, and the head of his cock is like a velvet helmet as I wrap my lips around him. He moans in the back of his throat, growling as I suck at him gently. I slip my lips lower and lower with each stroke. Then with one hand I start to gently pump him while my mouth bobs down, meeting my fist. He arches into me and for a moment I feel totally in control. I love the feeling of his cock in my mouth, and I hum, making him squirm underneath me. Before I know it, he has me on my back again, and has reversed the torture. Those sleepy eyes look up at me from between my thighs and I grab his hair in my fists as he sinks his tongue deeply into my already sopping wet pussy.

  I stretch backwa
rd, my hands pressing against the headboard as his tongue nourishes my slit. He bobs in and out of me, alternating the licking and sucking, and I can’t help wriggling around. His finger sweeps circles around the neat edges of my pubic hair. I’m waxed down below, but always leave a modest triangle up top, and as his finger trails through the sparse hair, I can’t help but gasp with the sheer pleasure of his touch. This man is driving me wild.

  I surrender as he eats me out, no longer caring what I do, thrusting my hips into his face as he sips and sucks at me. That warm mouth feels like all there is in the world. It’s the center of my universe right now, and every cell in my body is buzzing as I start to come closer to the edge. Sensing that I’m close, he grabs my thighs and tugs me closer to him with one pull. I can feel that thick cock pushing at my entrance, but he decides to torture me. Twirling his head up and over my pussy lips, he’s coating himself in my juices, and I could scream I want him so badly.

  Placing his hands underneath my ass, he lifts my hips up onto a pillow so my pussy is angled and ready for him. Then he begins to slide into me. Inch by inch. I can see the effort on his face. He’s trying to restrain himself, so I start running my hands up and down my own body. My flat palms brush over my hard nipples and down my hips before repeating the journey in reverse.

  I want him to watch me suck the last of his juice off my fingers, so I moan as I place them in my mouth. I’m rewarded by his growl of approval. I tip my pelvis up more, trying to take control and urge him to hurry, but he’s enjoying himself, so I go back to twisting at my nipples and watching the sweat run down his muscled chest.

  There’s something so hot about a man who can take me. I usually never let anyone take this much control, but feeling him own the speed of my pleasure makes me wild with desire.

  It’s like he senses my internal surrender because just then he meets my eyes and thrusts straight to my core. I feel him hit my end, but the pain is amazing. I want him deeper. This angle has him rubbing straight at the top of my pussy, and I nearly scream with the sudden increase in sensation as he starts to speed up.

  His muscled abs contract with every thrust, and I’m arching my back to bring him closer. He meets my eyes with a question, and I nod my permission so he pulls out for a second, and flips me onto my hands and knees. I can feel his thighs pressing against me and then he sinks his cock deeper than anyone has ever been. I’m moaning with pleasure, wanting to scream as I throw my body against his rod. I want him to spear me and fill me over and over.

  I’m so close now, and when he reaches around to strum my pussy, I go wild, bucking and thrusting as I start to come. He slams into me, taking me higher with each thrust, and I can hear him groaning and swearing as he joins me in an ascent that nearly makes me black out.

  Falling onto the bed, I pull him to me and revel in the feeling of his slick hard body against mine. It’s quiet now except for our breathing, and I’m unable to resist the torrent of fearful thoughts. Sex helps me to forget, but not for long, and there are so many things wrong. I have no control, and no idea what’s going to happen, yet here I am getting my rocks off with the head of the investigation.

  Shame threatens the edges of my mind, but I force it away. I’m a powerful woman. I have a right to enjoy myself when the opportunity arises, and I deserve to get it while I’m living. Just because I don’t want a permanent man in my life, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy myself every now and then.

  Blake stirs behind me and I can’t help feeling a tiny pang of disappointment that it’s about to end. He swings his legs over his side of the bed and I snuggle up in the sheets as if I’m glad to be left in peace. Better he just go now than delay this any further. I hope he doesn’t try to apologize later. There’s a way to do this with grace, and there’s a clumsy way. I like to think I’m the graceful sort, so old friends or not, I’m determined to make sure there’s no residual awkwardness between us.

  “I’ll let you get some sleep,” he says gently.

  I mumble, “Mm-hmm,” in a totally contented way. “Thanks, hon, that was nice.”

  I feel him pause at my comment, but I pretend to sleep as he ties his robe and heads out into the hallway without another word. I’m left alone now, so I really do snuggle into the pillow.

  25

  Carrie

  It’s good to have the bed to myself. I’ve always liked sleeping alone. That way I can have the space I need to process the day and keep my dreams to myself.

  The pillow is freshly washed, and it smells beautiful. I sink right into it and I’m finally starting to drift off when I hear a muffled beep. I’ve no idea what time it is, and figure it must be Blake’s alarm, but after two more beeps I realize the sound is coming from somewhere in here. I start searching for a smoke alarm with a flat battery, but the sound is coming from under the bed. I’m guessing it must be an electric blanket that’s been left on, so I climb out from under the sheets to investigate further.

  I can’t find a thing until, in the midst of the bundle of clothes I was wearing when the kidnapping happened, I uncover April’s purse. It’s been folded there for nearly two days, and the endless beeping turns out to be an alert that the battery on her cell is almost dead. Did I even show this to Blake the other night? I can’t remember, but my reporter’s instinct is firing on all cylinders now. If this is April’s phone, then there’s no way I’m not having a look.

  I’m crouched at the foot of the bed, but I don’t care. Furtively, I navigate to her email box to clear the message icons that are flashing on the home screen. I feel a little sneaky, but she’s my best friend, and I know she won’t mind me looking. There are a bunch of emails waiting to be opened from the last two days, and the first has an image attached. I click download and then open one of the others while I wait.

  The one I open is from a rental agent in New York. It thanks her for her interest in the apartment, and lists some possible viewing times for today.

  “Today,” I whisper to myself, trying to recall if we had planned that. “Today was supposed to be our spa and pamper day.”

  I wonder what she was up to?

  Another of the emails is similar, offering to show her the rental sometime in the next few days. April is looking for a place in New York. I can’t believe it. Why wouldn’t she tell me something like this? There’s no way she’s making secret plans to move here unless she’s been accepted into one of the vet schools in New York.

  Just then, the image from the first email finishes downloading, and up pops a picture of April and I dancing at Caliber. It was sent to her just after three in the morning. We look elated and happy. Her long blond hair is swinging freely, and that dress looks amazing. I look a little frantic, but still not so bad. It’s the sort of picture a friend would post on Facebook, but April said she doesn’t know anyone in New York. I wonder if this is what freaked her out.

  Maybe she has a stalker and hasn’t told anyone? Maybe some guy is chasing her, and just won’t give up? Maybe she saw someone take a picture, and asked for a copy? Anything could be the case. I have to be careful not to be dramatic. I know it’s my tendency to look too deeply, so before I go running to Blake with some big, blown-up theory, I need to prove I’m right.

  I look at her text messages. The last one is from me, so there’s nothing new to be discovered there, but I find a notification window of some missed calls. The battery beeps again, and I know my time is limited, so I quickly scan her call log. There are four missed calls from one number, and two from another. They came at varying times during the night, before and during the time we were clubbing around Times Square. Someone was trying to get hold of her urgently, and I know she would have answered if it was someone she knew.

  April was incredibly diligent with her friendships, so even if the timing of the calls was desperately unlucky, and she missed every single one, she must have ignored them later on. I know she was looking at her phone during the night. I know she was, because of the photos of me at the Empire State Building. April an
d I had been visiting the tourist attractions, and having a blast. She had her phone in her hand several times, so whoever was calling was not getting through because she didn’t want to talk to them.

  I shake my head. I’m confused, but also pissed off. Any second, her phone is going to go dead, and there’s no charger for it here. Using the lipstick that’s in her bag, I scrawl the two numbers down on the back of one of our receipts. I can’t believe this shit. All this time I am thinking she’s a total innocent, and I nearly got strangled while trying to save her, and she’s been lying her butt off without a second thought. This could mean so much to the case. I look again at the photo of us dancing, but the phone’s screen flickers and goes black. Shit! April was purposely avoiding someone, and hiding her plans to move to New York. I didn’t think she had the guts to do something like this, and I can’t work out whether to be proud of her or even more scared for her safety.

  The first thing I need to do is find out who was calling her phone. The desk in my room is anally neat and tidy. Blake is clearly a control freak. It’s kind of funny, and part of me wants to muss things up just for kicks, but I’ll get back to torturing him later. The important thing is that there’s a cordless landline sitting there waiting, and I’m going to use it to find out who the hell was trying to get hold of April.

  I slide into his leather chair. It smells like him, sexy with a hint of his aftershave. God, I don’t know what that stuff is, but it’s intoxicating. I close my eyes for a second, savoring the thought that I’m sitting where he normally sits. The leather is cold on my exposed thighs. The clock on the phone says it’s six in the morning, and I know Brenda and George will be up soon, to start getting him ready for school. The time is now. Whoever was calling her may be still asleep but they need to wake up and tell me what the hell they were doing bugging my friend.