by Ravenna Tate
“You’re such a gentleman.”
A droll look passed across his face as he grasped her breasts. “Don’t let that get around.” He began to knead them.
“Oh, I won’t.” Carolyn held his gaze, mesmerized by the lust in those gorgeous blue eyes. His hands on her breasts turned her insides to jelly.
“Are you sure you’re okay sitting like this?”
“Yes.” Her pussy was soaking wet again, and shivers ran up and down her spine as he held up the roller. He ran it across his forearm. “Still think it should be made of metal.”
When he brushed it across her arm, she shivered again. “That feels nice.”
As he watched her face, he rolled it over her abdomen and then across her breasts. The sensation was more ticklish than painful, but after a few passes, it also sent a nice tingling feeling over the area. “I like this,” he said. “I’m buying a Wartenberg wheel today.”
“Can’t wait.”
“And maybe a muzzle.”
The gleam in his eyes helped her bite back the laugh that bubbled up. He would do something like that. No doubt about it. Jagger brushed the roller over her legs, and asked her to rise up on her knees. She did, and was delighted when he rolled it across her pussy. It stung a bit, but at the same time, she really liked it.
After he put the roller on the bench next to him, he kissed her labia. “You have a wet, juicy pussy, Carolyn.” He licked her, slowly, forcing loud moans from her as another climax inched forward. “Had enough orgasms yet?”
“No,” she whispered. “Is there such a thing?”
“I sure don’t know.” He shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He returned to eating her out, and now she was high on lust again and loving every second of it. She never wanted this to end.
“Lower that hot, wet hole over my dick.”
That voice! It did things to her that she’d never experienced. She couldn’t refuse him anything. Carolyn moaned as he guided her pussy over his cock. He grasped her hips, moving her up and down to control the pace. The fucking was deep and slow this time, and she was sure she’d lose her mind from desire.
“Oh, Carolyn. This feels so damn good! Tied up or not, I’m never letting you leave this apartment.”
Chapter Twelve
The second it was out of his mouth, Jagger wanted to take back his words. What would she think of what he’d just said? Would she read more into it than he’d intended? He watched her face carefully, but she was lost in bliss. Thank God. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her. Far from it. But he wasn’t the kind of guy who liked to share his space with anyone for very long.
Then why did you say it, bucko?
Good question. Jagger had no answer. And he pushed it out of his head before this became anything less than fucking-fantastic fun.
“You’re an incredible lover, Jagger.” Her voice had a far-away quality to it that made his heart flutter, a sensation he wasn’t used to. Time to turn her around so he couldn’t see that beautiful smile on her face, and before he said something else he didn’t mean to.
“So are you.” He withdrew and helped her kneel on the bench before he settled himself behind her. Once more, he kissed her very bruised ass cheeks.
“That feels as nice as the salve did.”
The idea of fucking Tony’s niece six ways to Sunday, while the bastard was alive after all and likely losing his damn mind by now wondering where she was, made his cock even harder. If Tony could see her now!
Those thoughts grounded him. That was the person he wanted to be, not some sappy fool who said tender things because a very pretty girl smiled at him and whispered in a husky voice. Jagger put some lube on his fingers and slid them into her asshole. He couldn’t decide which hole he liked fucking better. They all felt so damn good he could hardly stand it, and she seemed to enjoy it more than he’d have believed possible.
How long it had been since she’d had sex? On the heels of that thought came one that questioned whether anyone she’d ever had it with had been this fun or adventurous. Doubtful, if her reactions were authentic, and he had no reason to think they weren’t.
Had she been this way at the club? Yes, if memory served him. But they hadn’t had sex that night. Oh sure, he’d let a finger slip a few times, and he’d brushed his cock up against her naked body, although he’d had on pants at the time. Still, for all intents and purposes, they had not had sex that night. But oh, how he had wanted to fuck her. Badly.
Before he let those memories wander too far, Jagger slipped his dick into her ass and fucked her slowly again. He was sore as hell, so she must be, too. But he didn’t want to stop. Not yet. This was more fun than he’d had with a woman in a long time, and it was certainly the best sex he’d ever had. If anyone had told him twenty-four hours ago all that would soon happen, he’d have laughed.
Another orgasm was close. He could feel it. She moaned loudly, and he wanted to prolong it a bit more because he loved having this kind of control over her, but he was reaching his limits. He reached around to rub her clit.
It was mind-blowing making her come. And she didn’t seem averse to letting him take control of it, either. Quite the opposite. Did Tony know his niece was this kinky? That thought almost made Jagger laugh. He didn’t imagine they’d spent time talking about her sex life.
When her contractions ended, Jagger withdrew, removed his condom, and turned her to face him. “I want to come in your mouth again.”
Those big green eyes filled with unbridled lust as she nodded. Jagger kissed her, cupping her face as he did so. This girl was nothing like he’d imagined her to be all these years. She would end up being his undoing if he wasn’t careful.
When he released the kiss, she sat on the bench and he stood in front of her. “Are you all right sitting? I know your ass must hurt like hell.”
The tender look she gave him made his damn heart race again. “Yes. Thank you.” If she didn’t stop thanking him for everything, he was going to lose his fucking mind. No woman had ever treated him this way, with such respect and desire at the same time. He didn’t know how to handle it.
When she clamped her mouth on his dick and sucked hard, Jagger held onto her head, but he knew this would be a short ride. He couldn’t keep it at bay any longer. As much as he’d love to continue this in another room, he was done.
With a loud cry, he thrust hard and filled her mouth with cum again. He held onto her head until he’d squeezed out every drop. After he had, he pulled her close and stroked her hair. “Carolyn … wow. You are so damn good at that. Hell, you’re good at everything.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
The cold tone of her voice concerned him. He pulled away so he could look into her eyes. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” Her smile was too quick, and he had the unmistakable sensation she was lying, or at least not telling him something.
“I need to get dressed.” She pulled out of his embrace. “When I come back down, I’ll help you clean the floor and table.”
Oh yeah. Jagger had forgotten all about the fact she’d puked earlier. “Hey, don’t worry about all that, okay?”
“We have work to do. I’m sure you have dozens of questions concerning my uncle.”
Yes, he did, but they had all day to figure them out. What the hell was her problem? She was already walking toward the staircase, so he cleaned the floor and table on his own. It’s not like he he’d never cleaned his own apartment. He didn’t trust anyone to come in here and do it.
Hell, when he needed the cable company or another service repair person in here, he stuck by them like glue until they finished, and he was paranoid the entire time they were in his space.
By the time he finished, she’d come downstairs, dressed in a pair of jean shorts that reminded him of Daisy Duke, and a red crop top that showed off her abs. She was also barefoot, which was sexy as hell. Did this girl have any idea how damn seductive she was?
“I said I’d help you.”
“You’re not the maid, Carolyn.”
That sexy ass swayed as she walked into the great room and sat on the sofa, opening her laptop. After he finished cleaning, he put away his toys and zipped up the bag. He placed it on the stairs to take up there later, and put the jar of salve beside it. Next he grabbed his laptop and sat on the opposite end of the sofa, placing the computer on the coffee table for now.
“Meant to ask you this earlier,” he said. “Do you work out?”
“Yes. I assume you do as well, judging by those impressive muscles.” She didn’t meet his gaze, merely clicked away on her keyboard.
“Where do you work out?”
“Huh?” She glanced up, confused. “Oh. Around the corner from where I live. I won a free membership a few months ago. Why?”
“Just curious. While you’re here, if you want to use my workout room, feel free.”
“Thanks.”
When she went back to her computer, he grew annoyed. “What are you looking for?”
A loud sigh preceded her handing him the laptop. “This.”
The news article she’d pulled up was from a tiny local paper in a town he’d never heard of. “Where is this?”
“Southern Ohio. A town called Beverly, population one thousand, two hundred, and twenty-seven, including one Samuel Anderson, AKA Tony Vaccaro.” She scooted over and clicked a few more times, bringing up a photo of a church with homes on the street next to it.
“See that third floor dormer? He rents the space up there. Two rooms plus a full bath.”
A nasty shiver ran down Jagger’s spine. “Why are you telling me all this?”
For a few seconds, Jagger was certain she wasn’t going to answer him. The look she gave him was that cryptic. She clicked around again, speaking as she typed. “Something you said while fucking me. You said you weren’t letting me leave.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Oh, I know. Relax. Like you said, this isn’t a vacation. I know what this is, Jagger. It’s cool, so let me explain.”
There must have been over two hundred photos in the folder she showed him. He’d missed this earlier when he’d been poking around. She was in most of them, and in those she appeared to be a young girl or a teen. They had to have been taken before her parents died. They also showed her with others Jagger assumed were various family members, including Tony.
One particular photo she indicated didn’t include her in it. Instead, it showed a group of men standing in front of an empty storefront. The picture had been taken in the 1970s, judging by their clothing and the cars parked close by. “Do you recognize any of these men?” she asked.
“No.”
“That’s my Great Uncle Joe, Tony’s father.” She pointed toward the man on the far right. “He died shortly before my parents did. We had Christmas at his house every year, and Thanksgiving at my paternal grandparents’ house, before they passed away. After that it was at Rosa’s home. She’s the one who took me in.”
Jagger’s heart went out to her. His family was tiny compared to hers, and he rarely spoke with any of them these days. The men he’d pulled the job with eighteen years ago had once felt more like a family to him than his blood relatives ever had.
But to Carolyn, these people were still her family and always would be. She’d been close to them, especially Tony. She’d defended him and protected him. And now the bastard had lied to her, nearly got her locked up for violating parole, and had tried to frame him, as well.
Why had he done it? Was she about to shed some light on that burning question?
“Uncle Joe used to say that same thing all the time to anyone who thought about ratting out the others, or to anyone who wanted to get out of the ‘family business,’ as they all called it. He’d smack their faces, you know, the way they do it in the movies. Not hard, but enough that they knew he wanted them to pay attention.”
Jagger nodded, watching her carefully.
“And then he’d say, ‘You gotta stop talking that way.’ He had this thick Sicilian accent. He was born there, and he never lost it after he came here to live. ‘No one leaves the family,’ he’d say. ‘Even if you wanted to, we’re not gonna let you leave.’ He’d smack them again and laugh. ‘Ever!’ It was funny when I was younger because I didn’t understand all the implications.”
“But then you grew up.”
“Exactly. And once I did understand, it was no longer funny. It scared the shit out of me.”
“You never knew any other way. Neither did I.”
“Only in a purely intellectual sense. I mean, I knew there were people who didn’t live that way, but I thought we had it made and couldn’t imagine living the way they did. We did whatever we wanted, and everyone left us alone. But everything changed. The world changed. Uncle Tony changed.”
The hair on the back of his neck prickled. “What do you mean? Are you talking about what you said earlier about him being different since his prison sentence, or something else?”
“That, plus two other things.” She averted her gaze. “Uncle Tony first. Like I said before, after the robbery you all pulled, he grew bitter and angry. He never used to be that way. I think he was pissed off that he finally got caught, if that makes sense.”
It made perfect sense to Jagger.
“And I really don’t know why he believes you ratted them all out. He never told me.” She closed the laptop and stared at him with those eyes that looked right into his soul. “That makes no sense either, but I would like to find out. I want to know why he told me that, and I want to know why he lied to me and said you’re the man in that photo.”
“You sound as if you finally believe it’s not me.” Jagger was afraid to hope.
“It’s not you. I know it’s not. I knew it as soon as I saw you in the police station. I recognized you from the photos Uncle Tony had, but don’t ask me how I knew it wasn’t you. I can’t explain it.” She ran her hands through her hair in a frustrated gesture that made him want to hold her close and never let her go.
“You have to understand. Family is family. I couldn’t process the fact that my uncle had lied to me. It’s still difficult to accept, but I know now that it’s true. I want to know why he did that.”
“So do I.”
“I’ll help you. We’ll find the truth together.”
It can’t be this simple. Jagger pulled her close again and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you. What’s the second thing? You said there were two.”
When he felt her shiver, he pulled away so he could look into her eyes. “Does this have to do with Tony and the robbery at the Art Institute?”
“No.”
“You don’t have to tell me.”
“I know I don’t. I want to.”
“I’m all ears.”
Chapter Thirteen
Was it a mistake to let him in this far? Carolyn had never told this to anyone. Not to the shrinks in prison, not to her PO, not to anyone. She’d known Jagger Tyrell all of twenty-four hours. Well, to be fair, she had met him once before, but not as this person.
Why did she trust him at all? She couldn’t answer that. She only knew this felt right.
“Let me show you this first.” She clicked around, bringing up her rap sheet, before handing him the laptop. “All felony convictions after the first one, because I kept taking things and getting caught. Always shoplifting. I never did anything like you and Uncle Tony pulled off.”
A dark look filled his eyes. “Don’t make it sound like I’m proud of that.”
“Didn’t mean to. Sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize. I only meant I don’t wear it as a badge of honor the way I once did.”
“I understand.” She nodded. “My last two stints were in Logan. I was hoping to return to Fox Valley for the most recent time, which is smaller than Logan or Decatur, and doesn’t scare the shit out of me. But the judge was a dick. He said I’d been in all three facilities and never taken advantage of the classes
or programs they have to offer, so why send me back to the place I want to go?”
“Classes and programs, right.” Jagger snorted. “You’ve been out what? Six months?”
“Yes.”
“And in all that time your PO can’t find you a job. They can fund all the classes and programs they want, but the reality is we’re fucked once we get out.”
“You’re right. We are. So they sent me to Logan again. The last time I had been there, about eighteen months ago, I got put in segregation. It freaked me out.”
“What did you do to get sent to segregation?”
“Stopped myself from getting raped with a broom handle by three loud-mouthed chicks with an attitude.”
The corners of his mouth turned up, and she could tell he was trying not to laugh.
“It’s okay. I won’t be upset if you laugh. I picked up a chair and smacked one of them in the head with it. She went down, bleeding, and of course that’s when the guards came along. The other two tried to tell them it was unprovoked, but they all knew who the troublemakers were.”
“Had you done anything like that before?”
“Never. But I really did hurt her, so into segregation I went.”
“For how long?”
“It was supposed to be two weeks, but they let me out after three days because the woman whose head I hit told the infirmary nurse what she and the other two had tried to do to me.”
“That’s still shitty.”
As a chill settled over her heart, Carolyn drew her knees up to her chest and hugged herself. “It wasn’t the isolation so much. They let me have books, and they turned off the lights at night. But there was a tornado warning while I was in there. They’re supposed to come and get you if anything like that happens, or at least let you know what’s going on. They didn’t.”
“Oh, Carolyn…”
“Nothing happened. I mean there was no tornado touchdown, and when I complained about them leaving me there they said they’d left everyone in their cells because the storm wasn’t coming toward the prison. They said I was safer in there.”
