Rescuing A Runaway Bride

by Jans, Honey

  He tore the door open moving to pretty much cover the opening. “I need you to stand down, Officer Stone,” he said.

  A hand shot out to keep him from closing it, a dainty female hand. “Not so fast, stud. The silent alarm went off and you know the drill.”

  Officer Stone? “Kathy,” Samantha cried out happily, recognizing her childhood girlfriend’s snarky tone and springing off the sofa to race to the door. Ignoring Ramsey’s quelling frown, she eased past him to see her pal on the doorstep. “Hey, girl, I heard you’d joined the force. What’s going on here?”

  “Sammy Jo,” Kathy squealed with delight, her eyes going big and she leapt forward to hug her saying, “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

  Samantha hugged her back hearing the concern in Kathy’s voice. What is going on here? She let her go asking, “I’m just on an impromptu vacation. What’s all this about a silent alarm? Since when does this old place rate one of them?” She felt Jake tense next to her and didn’t need to look at him to know he was giving Kathy one of his patented repressive glowers. Tough, she needed to know. But when she put the focus back on Kathy, she saw the same repressive cop stare. Oh shit, they are both keeping secrets.

  Jake cut in before Kathy could answer, “There have been a series of break-ins. I’m looking into it for your dad while vacationing here.”

  There was a certain ring of truth to what he was saying. It did explain the studly PI’s state of partial undress like he’d just rolled out of bed. She looked at the cabin seeing his shoes by the door, a new chenille throw on the sofa and let out a sigh.

  “You okay, girlfriend?” Kathy asked in a concerned tone, looking from Samantha to Jake. And then she smiled, her eyes widening.

  Samantha blushed knowing Kathy was staring at the impressive hard-on still tenting Jake’s pants. A blush that made her heat up all over. Then she glanced down at herself and noted her white skirt was still hitched up high around her ass and her silk blouse had come open revealing her new red lace bra. It had been her let’s go seduce Grayson and find out if we’re sexually compatible outfit. In retrospect a big mistake. Then she caught Jake’s sultry gaze on her and changed her opinion shivering with delight. Maybe she could salvage something out of this dicey situation. “I’m fine, girlfriend.”

  “So I noticed,” Kathy said with a smile.

  Samantha flashed a rueful smile knowing Kathy was well aware of her yen for the forbidden fruit of Jake Ramsey. “With a big mouth like that, I’m surprised they let you on the force.”

  Kathy grinned. “They had to take me. I aced the exam and besides I come from a long line of cops.”

  Jake let out a growl. “As much as I hate to break up this reunion it’s time for you to be on your way, Officer Stone. If you’d be so kind as to escort Miss Logan off the property I’d appreciate it.”

  Samantha held back a gasp as he tried to throw her out. How could he after what we’d just shared? It was the dash of cold water she needed to cool her arousal. But if he thought she’d actually run he was dead wrong. She flicked a follow my lead glance Kathy’s way before waltzing past him and back into the cabin saying, “You can just get that idea out of your hard head. I’m not leaving, Ramsey.”

  “In that case I’m gone,” Kathy said, turning away.

  Samantha heard Kathy drive away as she bent down to pick up the tote bag she’d dropped when Ramsey tackled her. Then she beat a hasty retreat toward the loft intending to put space between them. Jake grabbed her before she made three steps, his big hand circling her arm making her burn all the way to her toes but she refused to look at him.

  “You need to leave before you get hurt, Samantha.”

  The soft way he said her name intrigued her making her turn to look at him. It almost sounded like he really cared. The resolved look on his rugged face almost made her weaken. Why did he want to run her off so badly?

  “Fine you can stay for tonight,” he said, adding with a rueful grin, “but you aren’t sleeping in my bed, sugar.”

  If he thought that snarky comment was going to scare her he was dead wrong. Instead she gave him a cool smile she didn’t feel. “Don’t worry, Ramsey, your virtue is safe around me. I wouldn’t let you give me sex lessons if you begged me to,” she added, knowing it was a lie. Luckily for her, her own virtue was safe because he wasn’t asking. She could resist him just as long as he could resist her.

  Chapter 2

  Half an hour later, after checking the perimeter alarms and calculating the odds Samantha was here to screw him over, Jake stalked into the cold shower confused and pissed as hell. His aching unsatisfied cock was still hard enough to break off, while she lay curled up and sleeping like a baby on the sofa. He knew because he’d checked on her twice and regretted it when he saw her wearing a slinky white nightgown that clung to all her sweet curves. It didn’t help his hard-on from hell situation one damned bit.

  Of course she was sleeping now. She’d gotten her rocks off by dry humping him. Damn he was a fool to think she’d even want him. He groaned ducking his head under the cold needles of the water’s spray. Wake up, dumb ass, you’re being played. It’s no coincidence she showed up here¼tonight¼right when you’re on the verge of arresting her brother for industrial espionage.

  He let out a groan and slapped off the shower. Her story about finding St. James in the sack with another babe had to be a cover. Grayson St. James was so enamored of his fast rise in the executive suite of Logan Industries, he wouldn’t step a toe out of place. Still there is something too slick about the guy. It always paid to listen to his gut and right now it was screaming. You’re so fucking horny you’re just searching for a reason to take her. He’d wait until morning to get the truth out of her and send her home.

  Then Samantha’s scream pierced the air making his heart clench. Bare-assed naked, he grabbed his Glock 23 from the dresser and raced toward her. Damn it all, why hadn’t he made her tell him the truth? If she was hurt it would be his own fault and he didn’t think he could live with that.

  He rounded the corner going in low to find her still asleep on the sofa and struggling in the throes of an apparent nightmare. The relief that surged through him made his hand shake. He flicked on the safety and set his weapon down frowning at his trembling hand. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d drawn down on unfriendlies in a lot less cozier settings than this living room and hadn’t so much as twitched. It is Samantha. He frowned down at her. She was turning him into mush.

  Then she turned her head, whimpering, “Grayson¼no¼”

  His heart dropped. Fuck she was still hung up on the loser.

  He raked an irritated glance over her. She’d kicked off the chenille throw. And her sexy nightgown was bunched up around her even sexier ass. Damn, she was like kryptonite. Good thing he wasn’t superman. He watched one of her thin straps skitter off one creamy shoulder to bare one of her breasts. His mouth watered as he eyed the luscious tit topped with a cherry pink nipple. He growled jump-starting into the aching hard-on from hell again.

  She wanted a sex instructor. He needed to sign up for the job and keep every other asshole from touching her. Damn she wasn’t even trying and she was seducing him into forgetting his mission.

  Another cold shower¼ He turned to go. Then another heart-stopping cry poured out of her making him freeze in his tracks. It was a cry of fear. His gut tightened. What the hell did the bastard do to her? With a sigh he gave up the fight realizing his mission just changed. He needed to save Samantha before he worried about saving her father’s company from ruin. Decision made, he bent to touch her shaking her shoulder gently. “Wake up.”

  She let out a panicked cry pulling away from him.

  Her frightened reaction hurt him. He leaned over shaking her a little harder needing to know what he was fighting. “Wake up, damn it.”

  She cried out, grabbing his wrists, jerking him off balance as she tossed him to the floor. Jake lay there stunned. Where the hell she’d learned judo? Then she landed
on top of him, astride him like the Amazon Warrior Princess she was, her bare cunt pressed up against his aching cock. Damn! Then her sexy eyes drifted open in shocked wonder and he groaned getting harder as her sexy mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ of surprise. He watched her blush fascinated as the red glow traveled down her sexy body to burn right around his dick. It was a hell of a rude awakening for both of them.

  She bit her lip. “Oh my god, did I hurt you?”

  He groaned as he gazed at her sexy mouth and his stupid cock twitched against her speaking for him. “I think you’re about to kill me.”

  She frowned. “Not likely. I haven’t studied martial arts that long.” Then her eyes widened as she looked down the bare length of him. “You’re naked,” she said, wiggling on him.

  He relaxed hearing her delight at finding herself riding him and took a deep breath trying to come up with a battle plan for survival. Find out who’d hurt her. Kill them. Save Logan Industries. Fuck her until she couldn’t think of hiring another sex instructor. Yeah, worked for him. Then wet cunt experimentally rubbed against his aching cock and he forgot all about strategic thinking. Her accompanying smile made him feel a little punch drunk.

  Then she noticed the gun he’d brought to the party laying not so innocently on the coffee table and he groaned inside. Shit this was where she gave up on him. Told him what she thought of goons like him and walked out. He ought to be glad. He wasn’t.

  “Is that what I think it is?”

  He sighed. “It’s a Glock 23. Small but it does the job.”

  “Good,” she said with a nod.

  He could only gape up at her for a moment. “Good. I thought you hated guns.”

  “Depends who’s carrying them and why,” she said, smiling down at him.

  His damn heart skipped a beat he was so relieved. What the hell did Grayson do to her? He said matter-of-factly, “You screamed. You might have needed rescuing.”

  She bit her lip. “I’m sorry I woke you. I guess I was having a bad dream, but it seemed so real at the time.”

  Her shuttered expression tore at him and he knew she wasn’t a traitor like her kid brother. “Tell me about it.”

  She frowned down at him hesitating then sighed. “You already know that I caught Grayson¼”

  “Screwing another woman,” he cut in.

  She gave him an imperious look. “Right. Anyway I reacted¼probably scaring him¼he didn’t know who it was spying on him I guess¼”

  “And,” Jake coaxed, feeling in his gut that it was going to be bad.

  “Grayson and the bimbo were going at it in the kitchen. I’d dropped by to see if we were sexually compatible.”

  “Trust me, you’re not,” he said.

  She smiled and gave him a little wiggle. “I’d have to agree with you, stud.”

  He groaned as her movement made them both gasp.

  She stilled. “Well like I said, I made a noise, he jerked out of her mouth, then yelped because I guess she bit him.”

  Jake grinned. “So far I like this story.”

  She smiled down at him. “I ran out of there, and something hard hit the doorframe as I ran through it. It was metal¼I think it was a knife¼,but I can’t be sure.”

  “Son of a bitch.” Jake gazed up at her a chill going through him when he thought of what might have happened if St. James’ aim had been a little better. He saw a shudder go through her at the same time and ran a warm hand up her flanks under her nightgown trying to soothe her.

  Samantha sighed. “Now you know why I didn’t want to tell you. I had a feeling you’d overreact.”

  “Overreact,” he sputtered, shocked she was giving the fucker the benefit of the doubt.

  “He thought I was a burglar. He yelled that at me as I ran away.”

  “That’s bull.”

  She let out another sigh. “Maybe but I don’t want to deal with it or him tonight.”

  Jake knew she was telling him to back off, to let her handle it as she saw fit. Much as it went against his instincts he knew he had to do just that publicly. Behind the scenes was a different story. “Fine we’ll do it your way.”

  She smiled down at him and pulled her nightgown off.

  He smiled back at her, glad of his reward. She ran a finger down his bare chest.

  “What do we have here? Sexy abs.”

  He groaned as she teased one finger down his body making him tighten like a bowstring. Then she leaned down to kiss him, her open sex brushing against his throbbing rod and he groaned. “Um hum.”

  She lapped at his nipple making him shudder. “You taste good. I wondered if you’d taste like cinnamon and you do.”

  He groaned knowing she was referring to the cinnamon candies he liked and wondering how long she’d wanted to taste him. “Oh god,” he groaned, wanting to take control but knowing that she needed to.

  “Like that, do you?” she asked, before lapping at him again.

  “You have no idea,” he said, grabbing her hips to control her movements.

  “Not so fast, buster,” she said with a smile then gently lifted his hands off her hips. “You made me go no hands earlier now you can do the same for me.”

  He let her push his hands down to the floor knowing she was probably going to kill him with sex and not minding one damned bit.

  “Good boy,” she praised, shimmying down his body to lick his abs.

  He growled as her tongue dipped into his navel and her hot little hand wrapped around his raging cock. Damn he was a dead man. He balled his fists at to keep from reaching for her. His tight body was sweating as she dipped her tongue into his navel laving it making him squirm and swear under his breath.

  “Naughty, naughty,” she scolded then giggled. Bypassing his cock and going down to his feet.

  He groaned in agony as his cock bobbed wildly in the air like a god dammed warning signal that she ignored. But when she licked her way up the sole of his foot and sucked his big toe into her mouth he arched plumb off the rug. Where the hell did she learn that? Jealousy rippled though him for a minute. There had to have been other men don’t be an ass and ruin this. Then she nipped her way up his inner thigh and he stopped thinking.

  He looked at her crouched between his splayed legs, smiling at him like he was a treasure she’d just discovered and fell in lust. Then she bent down to take him into her mouth sucking on him like a lollypop and he lost his mind. He groaned as she milked at him cupping his balls and rolling them and knew he was putty in her hands. His balls grew tighter and he knew he couldn’t wait anymore. He pulled her up even though she didn’t want to let him go and rolled her under him.

  Samantha lay trembling as Jake’s hard body covered hers, hardly believing her lucky stars or that she’d wanted to go down on him to see if he tasted like cinnamon. He had. Then his cock rubbed teasingly against her wet sex, his eyes darkened to molten steel, and she stopped gloating as she went up in flames.

  “My turn,” he said with a smile.

  Seeing his wicked grin she burned with need. Oh yeah, it was definitely his turn. She quivered, her toes curling and then he ran one smooth finger down her body mimicking the way she’d touched him. She actually shook when he bent to lap at her nipple then pulled back to blow on it making her shiver with delight at the wickedly cool sensation. Then he sucked her nipple into his mouth drawing on it hard and she thought she’d lose her mind. She screamed arching toward him, on fire. But he wasn’t done with her yet.

  He let that peak go with a kiss and worked his way to her other trembling breast. Even knowing what was coming she couldn’t brace herself for the sexy torment. And then just when she thought she had, he lapped the other nipple while reaching down to stroke her clit. She screamed as he blew on her trembling nipple sending waves of hot and cold through her. Then he suckled on it and she was gone.

  She moaned only feeling not thinking and his finger plunged into her wetness making her thrash on the floor. She cried out when he parted her wide, his hot fingers plunging inside
her while his thumb dropped square on her clit and this little finger found her ass. She moaned shuddered arching off the floor, her whole being quivering, loving the naughty feeling.

  “Want me, brat?” he demanded, looking down at her as he drove her to insanity with his talented hands.

  She knew it was a test, a warning, but still she nodded. “You have no idea how much I want you, Jake.”

  And then his eyes glowed for a breathless moment before he slipped between her legs. She whimpered with need when the blunt head of his cock touched her intimately but didn’t take her. Why was he making her wait? Frustrated she arched against him silently begging him.

  “Look at me when I take you, Samantha,” he demanded.

  She locked eyes with his and couldn’t look away. Then he drove into her with one claiming thrust and she cried out at the invasion, her honey walls clinging to him.

  “My god, you’re tight,” he gritted out.

  “I haven’t had time for sex,” she told him. Or the right partner until now. Not that she was going to reveal that. It would make her sound too pathetic. But the fire in his eyes said he’d found a treasure worth keeping as he rocked into her driving her wild. She wrapped her legs around him holding him close as he claimed her. Ripples started inside her milking him as he drove deeper into her, then changed the pace rubbing against her clit. Then suddenly she was crying out, stars in her eyes, toes curling as she came apart in his arms. He joined her with a growl of possession coming high and hard inside her. She drifted to an exhausted sleep secure in the fact he now trusted her.

  Chapter 3

  The next morning Samantha rolled over and let out a yelp as she fell off the sofa. Two things occurred to her at once, she’d somehow gotten tucked back onto the sofa alone. And Jake Ramsey was nowhere in sight. Or had she dreamed it all? Shaking off the throw now wrapped around her like a cocoon, she managed to get to her feet and winced as sensual muscles she hadn’t used before protested.