Forbidden Love (Stone Pack Book 1)

by Harper Phoenix

  ‘You okay, baby?’ he asks as his hands caress my ass. My eyes flutter closed as I lose myself in the feel of him. He chuckles, bringing me back to the moment. He’s smiling up at me. I rest my forehead against his and smile back. Letting him know I am, in fact, okay. I move my hands up into his hair and do my own caressing. He lets out a little rumble from his chest, which makes Niagara overflow at the pure need I hear in it. His fingers tighten and grip at my ass cheeks. Jeez, I want him to take me right here. He growls and sighs deeply. ‘Baby, we have a lot of shit to get through today, and if you carry on like this, only thing that’s gonna get done is you, on this table.’

  It sends a shiver down my spine, and it takes all I have to pull away from him and let us get on with the job at hand. He’s reluctant too, but he lets me go.

  ‘What do I need to do, Jared?’

  ‘All you need to do is stay safe here. Don’t go anywhere without me, or whoever I place on you okay?’

  ‘What about school and work? I have to go.’

  ‘Taken care of, you won’t be going.’

  ‘What? What do you mean taken care of?’

  ‘Exactly what I say, Devon. You aren’t going. I’ve spoken to the office at Uni and cleared your time off, and I’ve spoken to whatever his name is and told him you aren’t gonna be at work any more.’

  ‘So you just decided that? All on your own?’ This man is so infuriating. How can he do that without even speaking to me about it?

  ‘Devon, you were fucking kidnapped and almost raped. Do you think you’re gonna be leaving this house any time soon, let alone fucking working for some prick who couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag?’

  I scoff at him. ‘You have no idea what he’s capable of Jared. Maybe he’s a really good fighter for all you know.’ I was making a stupid argument, I knew it, but couldn’t help but be stubborn.

  ‘Baby, whatever you have to say next is irrelevant. You ain’t leaving this house unless absolutely necessary, and you’re certainly not to go and work, so get used to it.’ I stamp my foot like a two-year-old. He is so God damn annoying.

  ‘I needed that job, Jared. I don’t have an infinite bank account. I need to earn money!’

  ‘You are my female, and I will take care of anything you need.’ He turns away like that’s the end of the discussion. Gah. I growl out a kind of high-pitched sound, and he turns back toward me.

  ‘Don’t fight me on this, Devon, I’m keeping you safe. If you do anything to jeopardise that I will spank your ass so fuckin hard you won’t sit for a week—you feel me?’

  I gasp, stunned he isn’t joking. There isn’t a hint of a smile on his face. Yes, he’s seriously serious. No one has ever spoken to me like that before, and although it’s absurdly caveman-ish, my body is limp with need for him. I am totally turned on by what he’s just said. I also feel a strong need to submit to him because he’s being the alpha male. I don’t get a chance though before he is taking my mouth in a punishing kiss. I relent and give myself over to it. I need this. I need him. In every way. It was stupid to think we could walk out of this room without settling the sexual tension between us. Jared pulls me up into his arms and cups my ass. I wrap my legs around him, and he pushes me up against the wall beside the door, thrusting his hard cock up against the seam of my jeans. His hands move up under the front of my t-shirt, and he pops my boob out of my bra, pinching my nipple. It causes flood warnings to go off in my pants. His mouth devours mine like he’s a starved man. I take what he gives and give back just as much. Our teeth clash as we become even more desperate. I move my hands down to his jeans, trying and failing to free him while holding on and not breaking the kiss. As if on queue, and in typical Brad style, the door flies open, and Brad struts in with a stupid grin on his face. Jared releases my mouth, slides me down the wall and adjusts himself, before turning to face a smirking Brad.

  ‘Fucker. I swear you’re on a personal mission to cock-block me. What the fuck do you want?’ Jared growls. Brad laughs still staring at us.

  ‘I just want food. You know the stuff we keep in the kitchen? Me, cock block? Nah, not me, man.’ He turns away chuckling at himself.

  ‘If you don’t need anything, get the fuck out while I see to my female.’

  ‘Errr, this is the kitchen, in case you’ve forgotten. Where we eat. I don’t think you two should be—’

  Jared launches a loaf of bread at Brad’s head, and then they’re wrestling on the floor. Jared has Brad in a headlock. It’s all in fun, and I find myself in hysterics at their banter as they jab at each other. Eventually, they give in and end the whole silliness with them both sitting on the floor, backs to the cabinets, breathing heavily.

  ‘Get back to work, fucker,’ Jared tells him, grabbing Brad’s hand and heaving him up.

  ‘You too, man, but please not in the kitchen.’ His last word almost squeals out as Jared kicks him up the ass and he runs out through the door laughing so hard he can’t speak. Jared grabs my hand and pulls me through the door mumbling something about fucking his female where no one will disturb him, turning me on even more. Jesus Christ, how does this arrogant caveman get to me so easily? I dutifully follow as he drags me by the hand to his bedroom. He kicks the door open, turns and picks me up by the waist, throwing me onto his bed. I squeal and crawl up the bed, trying but not really, to get away from him. He snags my ankle and yanks me backwards. I’m sprawled face down, and Jared crawls up and over me, anchoring me between his knees. He lifts my t-shirt up and over my head, yanking it off and onto the floor. Then he unclips my bra, pushing it roughly off my shoulders. I manoeuvre a little, in order to slip it from each arm. He pushes down on my lower back as his hands slip teasingly around my waist. He fumbles with my zipper and button, before gripping my jeans and stripping them from my legs. Leaving only my thong in place. My face is stuffed up against the pillow. I whimper as his rough, calloused hands work up along my calves and thighs and linger a little as he reaches the apex between my legs. He hovers there—its torture. He runs a finger under the thin slip of material, and along my ass crack. I shudder at his touch, needing more. I try to move so I can touch him, but he splays his fingers over my lower back and presses me down hard. His mouth finds my ear and his tongue flicks out.

  ‘Don’t move. Stay right there,’ he whispers, and I feel the effect it has between my legs. Flood warning!!! I don’t move a muscle. I’m shaking with anticipation. Then I feel his hot breath at my calf and the back of my knee. He flicks his tongue along the crease, and it sends shivers through me. I wriggle, and his hand presses down against my back. ‘Still’ he orders. Gah, his sexy, bossy voice has me quivering. I bite down on my lip and hold back the moan bubbling up my throat. As his talented mouth works its way up one thigh before moving across to the other, and his hot breath fans across my butt cheek, I clutch at the sheet below me. Biting harder on my lip. I squirm again, wriggling trying to touch him. SLAP.

  ‘Ouch, what the—’

  He cuts me off with a kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. The position is awkward, but he manages perfectly. His hand rubs delicate circles over my stinging ass cheek.

  ‘I said still,’ he says against my lips. ‘I mean it.’ I lick my lips, basking in his taste. He moves back down my body, and then I feel his breath against my ass. My clit is throbbing, and my entire body is desperate for him. He slides his fingers up and under the small piece of material at my hips and maddeningly slowly he removes them. His fingers tracing every inch of my legs as he pulls them down and off. I’m practically panting with anticipation and need. He moves up my legs again, and I moan this time, and then his hands are at my waist, and he pulls my ass up into the air, so my legs bend up beneath me. I’m on all fours. I look back at him, and I see desire reflected right back at me. It’s killing me that he’s taking his time, but God, it feels so damn good. His hands trace my hips, and up my back. He’s positioned behind me, but he’s still fully clothed. He puts pressure between my shoulder blades, making me rest o
n my forearms, lowering my upper body to the bed with my ass in the air. Oh my God, his mouth. He laps at Niagara, and I feel the first tingles of orgasm run through my body, leaving tingles of heat in its wake. He flicks his tongue so expertly, tasting me and hitting my clit just right. I mewl, unable to hold back, and he slows his pace as if realising I’m close. I squeal out in objection, and he slaps my ass again. This time, I don’t flinch or object, I moan long and low at the pleasure radiating through to my clit. I’m losing myself completely. His fingers find my core, and he slides in effortlessly, not surprisingly. He thrusts his fingers inside as his tongue laps and flicks against my clit. I’m building, again, and I start to chant. ‘Yes…Oh yes.’ He removes his fingers and thrusts his tongue inside me.

  ‘Mmmm,’ he mumbles against me, as his fingers travel. I feel him pull my ass cheeks apart and before I can say or do anything his tongue is there. At my most sacred untouched place. I want to pull away. I want to feel disgusted by what he is doing but all I feel is pleasure, and I want more. His tongue moves back to my clit, and he massages my ass with a finger. The anticipation alone almost has me going over again, but he senses it, and he slows. If I could string a sentence together right now, I would give him both barrels. He’s killing me here. Then I feel a small amount of pressure at my rear and instinct has me tensing up.

  ‘Relax, Baby. I won’t hurt you.’ I try, and then his finger pushes just inside the forbidden place. I hold my breath as he does.

  ‘Relax, baby.’ I do, and he pushes a little further as his tongue laps at my clit, and he uses his other hand to thrust inside me. I start to tremble all over. I can’t move away from him as my climax hits because my head is now pushed as far up the bed as I can go. I climax with such force that I almost pass out. I’m stuck, unable to move, and he is fucking me with his fingers relentlessly. I cry out, my mouth so dry from screaming. But he doesn’t give up. I reach a point where I am just coming down from the first orgasm when another tsunami hits. I worry momentarily he could actually drown, but that thought is fleeting. His cock thrusts inside me—balls deep on the first thrust. I hear him groan out above me, but I’m like jello. I can barely hold myself up on my forearms, and he is pounding into me like it’s been a year since he fucked me.

  ‘So fucking good, baby,’ he pants out as his hands reach around and he cups a breast in each one. His squeezing just adds more and more sensation to my already over-sensitized body. The noise that rips from my throat surprises me. I sound like a wanton slut faking an orgasm. Except this is so fucking happening right now, and I can feel every inch of his hard cock inside me. I explode again, and my body seems to go into spasm. I squeeze him so damn hard I worry that it might snap off. He clearly enjoys it though. He comes, thrusting in like a piston, three more times before he collapses onto my back with a grunt. We don’t speak—both panting and breathing heavily, catching our breath. I close my eyes; I can’t fight it any longer. They close of their own accord. He’d literally fucked me to the point of exhaustion. I’m so sated. I feel him pull out and climb off me, going into the bathroom. I should get up, and go and clean up but I really don’t have the energy right now. When he comes back in, he’s freshly showered and smelling awesome. I am still star fishing and naked. He kisses my shoulder blade and gives my ass a light tap.

  ‘You hungry, baby? We all missed breakfast.’

  ‘Mmhmm.’

  He laughs hard and low. Mmmmm, so sexy.

  ‘You want me to feed you in bed?’

  ‘Oh my God, you are so perfect.’

  He laughs again and my heart bursts for him.

  ‘I’ll take that as a yes?’

  I nod. ‘Definitely, yes,’ I tell him. He moves around the room getting fresh clothes, and I notice something in his face that wasn’t there a moment ago. He has a serious expression that has me suddenly worried. I sit up,

  ‘Jared?’ He turns to me then, and his face softens a little. ‘What’s wrong, why are you tense?’

  ‘Nothing, baby. I’m just thinking about what we need to do to finish this business, you know?’

  ‘And get Maiya back?’ I say, my head down, feeling guilty that I had forgotten for a while that she is still missing.

  ‘Baby, listen to me for a minute, okay?’ I search his eyes for something that will give me a clue to what is coming next. But I get nothing. ‘My goal is to find and kill these fuckers and end this so they can’t come for you again.’

  ‘And get Maiya back?’

  He sighs, and I panic.

  ‘Jared, do you know something? Please tell me, have they found her already?’

  ‘No, baby, not yet, and I know she means a lot to you, and that’s why we will do what we can to find her. But I need you to know that you are the priority here, okay?’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘I mean that if an opportunity presents itself where they can all be taken out, I’ll take it.’

  ‘But—’

  ‘Baby, I’m sorry, but you are my priority. I need you safe, and the only time you will be is when they are all in the ground.’

  ‘Jared, please. Please, I can’t… I need her to be okay. Jared, I couldn’t live with myself, please Jared, I have to get her back.’

  ‘We have a lead,’ Brad says, walking through the kitchen door. I’m filling a plate for Devon, and he tries to snatch some toast.

  ‘That’s for Devon, dickhead. What lead? Walk and talk—she’s hungry.’

  ‘You know that warehouse off the motorway with the big yellow for sale sign?’ I can vaguely recall it. ‘The one about halfway home?’ he continues.

  ‘Home, home? Ranmore?’

  ‘Yeah, home. Knob—where else would it be?’

  Smartass.

  ‘Get to the fucking point, Brad.’

  ‘Okay, so just before you hit Surrey. This warehouse has been up for sale for-fuckin-ever, and now it’s sold.’

  Jesus Christ, so what?

  ‘And?’

  ‘What?’

  ‘And what’s the fucking point, Brad?’

  ‘Well, it’s been bought up by an American buyer. Anonymous to anyone who doesn’t know where to look.’

  I grin, now he’s getting to the fucking point.

  ‘And you know where to look right?’

  ‘Pfft, like you have to ask? From what I can tell and from what Devon has told us—it looks like it could be her mother.’

  Woah. This is good.

  ‘I’ll be down in fifteen. Have everyone ready to go. I want the women, you and Harrison to stay here.’

  ‘What? Why can’t I go?’

  ‘Because you’re the tech guy, Brad, and I need someone I can trust with Devon.’

  ‘Ahh come on—’

  ‘Brad, train someone else to do as good a job as you, and then we can discuss you coming with. Until then you stay, and you watch my female.’

  He isn’t happy. Brad can fight and take care of pack business as well as the rest of us, but he has a talent the rest of us don’t. His expertise was in surveillance—hacking and tracking through any means necessary via technology. Without it, we wouldn’t be able to do half of what we do. So if he says Devon’s mamma bought that place, then she fucking did. Brad walks away bitching, but he knows I’m right, and he’ll watch Devon like a fucking hawk.

  ‘Baby, I didn’t know what was best to bring you—’ I stop in my tracks. She’s up and dressed stuffing shit in a bag. ‘What are you doing?’

  ‘I’m going with you.’

  ‘Like fuck you are.’

  ‘I heard you talking, Jared. If Maiya is there, I want to be there for her.’ This female is going to be the fucking death of me. I look up to the ceiling in the hope I’ll find some patience there.

  ‘Devon,’ I growl out. ‘We only had this conversation less than an hour ago. You are not going anywhere near there, you feel me?’ I slam the plate on the bedside table and turn to face her. She’s dressed in jeans and a tight black t-shirt that’s low cut in a V, a
nd her tits are pushed up and centre. If I weren’t pissed, I’d motorboat those babies. But I am. Her hands are on her hips, challenging me, and she has a fucking cute pout on her face.

  ‘You said I couldn’t go out unless I was with you or someone you put on me. So if I’m going with you, what’s the problem?’ What’s the fuckin problem, she says.

  ‘Oh, I don’t know Devon. Maybe the fact that these bastards are here for YOU, and maybe delivering you to them would be a STUPID FUCKING IDEA?’ I snap. And instantly feel bad for it. But I’m not backing down, and she isn’t fucking coming. She looks like she might cry, and I feel like shit.

  ‘Baby, I need to be on my A game, and if you’re there, I won’t be. I need you to be safe so I can concentrate on the job I have to do, okay?’ I have a bad fucking feeling about this. I’m thinking she won’t listen to a word I’m saying because she’s a stubborn ass. But she shocks the shit out of me when she agrees to stay put, and I convince her to eat breakfast. I snag some bacon and a slice of toast and chase it with a glass of milk from my fridge. I’m ready to go. I’m just uneasy about leaving her. Not because I think she isn’t safe with Brad and Harrison but because she is a stubborn female and will fuck Brad over the minute I leave.

  ‘Baby, promise me you will stay put? Because I’m not above locking the door and taking the key with me.’

  She gives me a sexy little glare. Which does nothing to reassure me. So I raise my eyebrows telling her that I mean business.

  ‘Okay, okay, I promise I’ll stay here like a good little female,’ she sasses, making me chuckle. So fucking sexy, my dick throbs. I pull her to me by the nape of her neck and take her mouth in a hard kiss. Releasing her too quickly for my liking but duty calls and I have some kitsunes to kill.

  ‘I love you, baby,’ I tell her, pulling her in for another hug. I tug on her hair so her eyes meet mine, and she bites at her bottom lip.

  ‘Eat and relax. Maybe take a bath or whatever you do to relax. Just stay put, okay?’