by Marie Harte
She squirmed, and he lightly smacked her flank. “Be still,” he growled. “I’m trying to be gentle.”
“Yes, Jack.”
He panted as he continued to move, watching his thick cock disappear between her white cheeks. An erotic scene he couldn’t look away from. He finally seated himself deep, aware she had to be hurting. But the heat all around him felt psychically charged, and he knew she’d done something to ease the sting.
“You okay?” he rasped, wanting badly to pull out.
“Yes. I want you. Come inside me.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Jack eased out then slid back inside. He thrust slowly, watching himself join the only woman he’d ever truly loved.
Then he reached beneath her to finger her clit, pleased to find the small nub hard and wet. “You’re gonna come with me, aren’t you?” he whispered. “You like me up your ass, you dirty little girl.” His angelic lover moaned his name, breathless as she pleaded for him to take her, to love her.
“I do love you, Heather. So fucking much.” Jack continued to fuck her with slow, torturous strokes. When she shuddered and came hard, he was helpless to follow, squeezed by her body that wanted all of him.
He jerked and spurted, filling her up. And while they remained joined, he felt her layering his energy with love.
“You’re trespassing.” He sighed, high on the endorphins still rushing through his body. High on her. “Guess I’m going to have to fuck you all over again.”
“Oh please.” She wriggled around him. “I love you inside me.”
“And guess what? Since I can take any shape, we can do any number of fantasies you might have.” He felt her tense beneath him. “You want me to get bigger?”
“Not right now.” She clenched her ass, and he groaned.
“Maybe later, eh? Not to ruin the mood, but I guess I can tell your brother to leave, since I’ve got you covered. You’re flying home with me, woman. Oh, and I want you to marry me too.” He withdrew and found a towel to catch his seed spilling out of her. Once he’d cleaned them up, he flopped onto the bed and sighed.
“This is nice. Almost as nice as my bed. So are you moving in with me or what?”
She just stared at him, her mouth open, looking horrified.
He scowled. “What? I’m neat, I don’t snore, and you already said you love me. You can’t take it back.”
“I do love you, and yes, I’ll move in with you,” she said absently, her gaze on the closed bedroom door. She whispered, “Is my brother still here, do you think?” She was bright pink.
Filled with happiness and humor, Jack laughed so hard he cried.
She was hitting him, and when he didn’t stop laughing, she pinched his nipple.
“Ow.”
“Owen, my brother? Is he here?” she hissed.
“Oh wow. I like when you’re mean. You’re turning me on again. Time for that blowjob you owe me.”
“Jack…”
“Nah, he’s gone. I brought Ian along to keep him company while I wooed you.”
She sighed with relief. “Ian?”
“Yeah. Your brother agreed to help me with you only if I promised to lend him Ian for the next month or so. Apparently Owen has some work he wants Ian to do for him, and considering Ian’s talent lies in forging, I didn’t ask too many questions.”
HEATHER SIGHED AND rolled on top of Jack. “Sounds good to me.” She leaned close to smell him, loving the scent of his body mixed with hers. “I love you so much. If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up.”
“Me too. God, I missed you. You pulled my heart out when you left Bend. But according to my guys at the gym, I never really had one to begin with. Kitty’s not too happy with you, by the way.”
She tugged on a smattering of chest hair and felt him wince. “How close are you and Kitty, anyway?” She leaned up to see him grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“Are you jealous?” He sounded amazed.
“Answer the question.”
He nodded. “You’re jealous. Holy shit. Ow. Stop pulling. Kitty and I are as close as I’ve ever been with a woman still living. We work together, and I like and trust her. But I love you. If it eases your mind, I’ve known Kitty for years and never once thought about doing her.” He paused. “Okay, maybe once, when I first met her. She’s hot, but she’s a coworker.” His face darkened. “After Melissa, it was all about the job. That I trust Kitty says something. She’s like a sister to me. Oh, and her fiancée is as big and possessive as I am. Happy now?”
“A little.” She eased back over him, still watching but pleased to know she wouldn’t have to work to get rid of the competition.
“I’m a one-woman man, baby. And when I bring you back, all smiles, the team is gonna think you’re a witch. I’m not happy without you. And I’m nothing without you in my life.” He cleared his throat, his eyes more blue than gray and filled with hope. “So you love me, and you’re moving in. You going to marry me or what?”
“I’m thinking about it.” She pretended to mull it over in her mind.
He looked pained. “I’m not rich like you, but I have money. I can take care of you. And I don’t care about you healing people, though if you’re going out of country or to any place dangerous, I’m going to want to be with you.” Still she said nothing, and he hurriedly added, “I like your brother.”
“Enough, already. I guess I’ll marry you.” She squealed when he rolled her over and tickled her. Between bouts of laughter, she kissed him until both of them were out of breath and raring to go again.
“Shower. Blowjob you owe me, then I’m eating you until you scream,” he insisted and jumped off the bed. He threw her over his shoulder and carried her like a caveman into the bathroom. “I love you, Heather. Ring’s in my pocket, by the way. Owen assured me it would fit you. So that’s it. No going back now, you got that?”
She smiled and patted him on his tight, gorgeous ass. “Yes, Jack.” I love you.
* * * *
Owen smiled at the thought of his sister wrapping mean Jack Keiser around her finger. The guy had been fixated on her picture from the first, and Owen couldn’t have asked for a better man to take care of his family when he was gone.
The time had come to deal with matters he’d been ignoring for far too long. The last attempt on his life had been expected. Though the others thought Linda Cavendish had been possessed by a cursed statue, Owen knew the truth. Kerr had sicced her on Owen in the first place. The bastard had been carefully crafting Owen’s demise for years, but since the Feds had nearly caught him, Carl Kerr had stepped up his timetable.
If Owen didn’t do something soon, he’d be one step behind Kerr when it mattered most.
“Hey, handsome, we about finished here?” Ian Ryder, Jack’s assistant at the gym, a known forger and con artist, glared at him as they sat in a posh bar overlooking the Inner Harbor. Ian wasn’t pleased to be sitting around while Heather and Jack reacquainted themselves. The slender male was no doubt itching to get into mischief while near a famous art collection on display at a gallery downtown, just a block away.
Ian continued complaining in a sulky voice. “I mean, I know Jack’s been a huge pain in the ass, but now that he’s found love, can we get back to Oregon?” He made a face at the harbor. “I hate water. Hell, can I at least have some time to myself? Since leaving Bend, we’ve been practically joined at the hip,” he muttered. And I want a shot at stealing some of the Winter’s Collection on showcase, went unsaid.
Ian continued to watch him, not hiding his interest or his attraction, though he was too smart to act on it. Thanks to Owen’s penchant for secrecy, no one knew what to make of Owen Stallbridge. A millionaire playboy who dated beautiful women? A closeted gay man with a penchant for kink? Or maybe something else? Owen knew all too well what the tabloids speculated but frankly didn’t care.
Owen smiled and studied Ian, taking in the man’s beautiful face, his features too pretty to go unnoticed. Ian’s sky-blue eyes sparkled wi
th indignation. His dark hair brushed his shoulders and framed a face that called to mind visions of naked limbs and long nights best spent in bed. And that mouth, such soft, sultry lips made for sucking cock.
Owen had often pictured his hand wrapped in Ian’s hair while he guided Ian’s mouth toward him. A fantasy he intended to make real sooner than later. The little thief blinked at him, and Owen raised a brow in question.
Ian’s face darkened. “I don’t trust that look.”
“You shouldn’t.” Owen said nothing more, just sipped his bourbon and stared at the fading sunlight going down over the water.
“I…” Ian sighed. “Oh hell. Give me what you’re having, would you? And while you’re at it, you want to tell me what really happened the night Linda Cavendish died in your office? ’Cause one minute she was going to shoot you, and the next she dropped dead of a heart attack seconds before you passed out cold. I think I’m entitled to an explanation. I haven’t said anything to the cops or Jack about it, you know.”
“I do know. That’s why you’re still alive. I think you’ll be quite useful to me, Ian. You and I have some work to do together.” He stared at Ian over the rim of his glass, taken once again with Ian’s good looks. Stunning, was all he could think.
Ian seemed unsure of himself, and Owen hid a smile. Good. The forger took too many liberties with his safety and the law, always one step away from getting caught. But this time, Owen had set his trap, and Ian belonged to him.
He just didn’t know it yet.
Loose Id Titles by Marie Harte
Mirror, Mirror
Reaper's Reward
Saturnalia
Satyr's Myst
Tied & True
Willa's Wish
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The CIRCE'S RECRUITS Series
Roan
Zack & Ace
Derrick
Hale
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The DAWN ENDEAVOR Series
Fallon's Flame
Hayashi's Hero
Julian’s Jeopardy
Gunnar’s Game
Grayson’s Gamble
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The POWERUP! Series
The Lost Locket
RetroCog
Whispered Words
Fortune’s Favor
Flight of Fancy
Silver Tongue
Entranced
Marie Harte
Marie Harte is an avid reader who loves all things paranormal and futuristic, but especially all things romance. Reading romances since she was twelve, she fell in love with the warmth of first passion and knew writing was her calling. Twenty-three years later, the Marine Corps, a foray through Information Technology, a husband and four kids, and her dream has finally come true. Marie lives in Georgia with her family and loves hearing from readers. To read more about Marie, visit www.marieharte.com and check out her blog at http://www.marieharte.blogspot.com.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Loose Id Titles by Marie Harte
Marie Harte
