by Jenny Penn
“What?” Jack blinked, drawing back in obvious shock. “You’re blaming her mood on me? I haven’t even been here.”
“That’s my point!” Collin released the pizza box, giving it up with a heavily outraged sigh. “Yep, just like her. Just as damn aggravating.”
“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” Jack declared as he started loading up a paper towel with the three remaining slices.
“Take it any way you want,” Collin shot back. “All I have to say is that your plan better include a lot of groveling and poetic declarations of dying devotion, because otherwise that woman is going to kill you.”
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Jack shot Collin a dirty look for sounding so smug. “Don’t you worry. My plan is a good plan.”
Collin didn’t look convinced by that reassurance. “So you say.”
“I’ve never had any woman complain before.” Neither had Jack ever put half as much thought into a seduction before. That had to count for something.
“I guess we’ll know the truth soon enough.”
“Just right after I fuel up,” Jack assured Collin, feeling his confidence return despite Collin’s obvious doubts. He paused by the refrigerator door to cast Collin his own smile. “Then we’ll settle this dispute. Am I to take it there aren’t glasses either?”
“Everything is in a can.” Collin turned to head back to the living room, tossing his last crack over his shoulder. “And don’t worry, even if your plan fails, I got your back. I know how to make the sweet meat purr, make her forget you’re even there.”
Jack snorted at that, but didn’t bother to pick up that gauntlet. Truth was, his plan was a little risky, especially given Kathy’s volatile nature. As much as Jack hated to admit it, he might very well need more than Collin’s assistance tonight. Of course, he could also do with a place to sit and eat.
Following Collin back into the living room, Jack stalled out to scan the room and come to the realization that the recliner was the only seat in the whole place. “Seriously, man. This is ridiculous. Why haven’t you forced her to buy furniture?”
“Force Kathy?” Collin snickered at that idea before casting a quick look around the room and shrugging. “Nobody forces Kathy, and besides, she gets very emotional when you bring up the furniture. Trust me, you don’t want to go there.”
“Emotional? Over furniture?” That didn’t sound like the Kathy Jack knew, but apparently it didn’t surprise Collin. Either that or he’d just gotten used to the situation. He didn’t even appear interested in his own answer.
“Yeah, every piece has to mean something or whatever, gotta be unique. I don’t know, but I gather it’s going to take her a while to buy a set of chairs, much less a table or a sofa, and I think she said something about a hutch. Oh, and she needs to pick out paint. Now there’s a subject you don’t want to bring up unless you’re wearing a cup.”
“Great, whatever. Couldn’t you have at least brought the furniture from her old house to make do in the meantime?” Jack asked, wishing he hadn’t told his sister he didn’t need anything. She had a basement full of crap.
“Wasn’t hers.”
“And it doesn’t bother you?”
“Maybe a little,” Collin admitted. “I mean, it would be nice to at least have a nightstand, but like I said, she gets a little crazy when you bring up the subject.”
“Then don’t bring it up.” Jack didn’t intend to and he didn’t intend to live in an empty house, either. “So that’s the only seat?”
“Uh-huh.” Collin paused before nodding toward the metal trunk resting under a pile of boxes. “That should hold your weight, if you clean it off.”
Jack took him up on the offer, silently swearing that first thing in the morning he’d call a damn rental store. He couldn’t live like this and didn’t want to. As much as Jack had resigned himself to the fact that a life with Kathy would always be an interesting challenge, he drew the line at living in a sea of boxes.
“So,” Collin broke into Jack’s silent musing as his show went to commercial. “You get your assignment from Amos, yet?”
Jack nodded, answering even as he had to hesitate to respond to finish chewing and swallowing down his food. “Tactical Team Two. You?”
“Weapons.” Collin shrugged off Jack’s curious look. “I asked for it. Besides, somebody needs to stay home and help Kathy with all the babies. Since I figure they’re all going to be mine, I guess it’s my job to stick around.”
“Whatever.” Jack couldn’t argue that even if a part of him wanted to cram Collin’s smug tone back down his throat.
The urge didn’t make much practical sense given Jack didn’t want kids. More than that, he kind of liked the idea of being a second father, being able to help raise the kids but not having to feel guilty when he was away on assignment. Besides, just because he couldn’t make babies didn’t mean Jack couldn’t have all the fun of trying.
“You go on and gloat,” Jack goaded Collin. “And I’ll make you ride your wife’s ass for the next few months. See what you can impregnate from back there.”
“And what makes you think I’d let you even touch my wife?” Collin shot back with no real heat to his words, his attention more focused on the wildest car chase show blaring on the television.
“Trust me, I’m going to be touching your wife all over,” Jack muttered, giving voice to the idea that had his balls swelling.
There was something so dirty and wrong about the idea of screwing another man’s wife that it made the idea all the more sexy. Or perhaps it was just that he hadn’t had a release in five weeks. Either way, his cock was hard, aching, and uninterested in waiting any longer for its treat.
“Okay, I’m ready.” Jack crumbled the paper towel in his hand into a ball as he shoved up onto his feet. “Let’s go wake the sweet meat up.”
“Pissing her off, is that stage one of your plan?” Collin asked, remaining pointedly in his seat. “’Cause I think I’ll wait and catch up with you at stage two.”
“Your loss, man.” Jack snatched up his duffel and slung it over his shoulder, not concerned in the slightest by Collin’s doubt. He could think what he wanted. Jack knew his plan would work.
Chapter 31
Kathy woke up coming, her body writhing with the hard shudders of her release. The carnal delight of her dream erupted with a rapture that seared through the sultry web of her fantasies to leave her bound and panting in the wake of an ecstasy so intense her whole body spasmed with the force of her climax.
Flushed with a heat molten enough to melt the strength from her muscles, Kathy collapsed back onto the mattress, becoming only slowly aware that she was bound and blinded. That revelation sent a dark thrill curling through her that only brightened with the feel of a man’s chest forcing her thighs to remain spread wide around his girth.
The heated wash of his breath over her sensitive folds had Kathy moaning, arching up toward the tongue that twirled down to plunge deep into her cunt. Her breath caught, releasing in a painful whine as her muscles clenched down hard around his velvety length, desperate for something ticker, harder, and moving a whole hell of a lot faster.
“Please.” Kathy struggled against the binds pinning her wrists to the headboard in a pathetic attempt to force Collin to give in to the moment and fuck her. She had no doubt it was his thumbs brushing the lips of her pussy wide, giving his wickedly soft tongue greater access to her intimate flesh. The man toyed with her, delighting in driving her cries until she sobbed with her need. “Please.”
“Please, what?” Jack. He’d come back. “Please, what? Please forgive you for going to meet a murderer with an empty gun?”
His question broke over her pussy in a harsh blast of heated breath that had Kathy’s heart seizing as she recognized Jack’s voice. God but how she’d missed him, missed him so much it hurt, hurt with every breath of every moment knowing that he had abandoned her…but he hadn’t. He’d come back and that’s all that mattered.
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��Please what, sweetness? Please forget that you manipulated me, lied to me, then ran off and nearly got yourself killed?” Irritation sharpened Jack’s words, his voice deepening, darkening with each one.
“Jack,” Kathy sighed, hearing the pain buried in his rough tone. She’d caused it by not trusting Collin and him, by not giving them a chance to be there for her. That had never been her intent, to hurt him, but that didn’t excuse her from the guilt that weighed on her.
“Do you have any idea of how very scared I was?” That whisper rumbled against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh only seconds before he caught her clit beneath the hard press of his thumb’s callused tip. Rolling her sensitive bud, Jack stroked the dying embers of her release back into a smoldering need that had her muscles spasming.
“Jack, please!” Kathy gasped, twisting under the flash of rapture that seared through her.
“Please, what?” Jack emphasized the demand in his tone with another hard roll of her clit, stealing Kathy’s breath even as he warned her against not answering. “I’m not going to ask you again, slave.”
That word penetrated the fog of lust, making it hard for Kathy to think beyond the need raking through her body. It reminded her that this was only a game to him. Not that Kathy would quibble if that’s all the commitment Jack could make, but that didn’t mean she meant to make things easy on him.
“I’m sorry, Jack.” Her hoarse and broken breath made her words sound sincere, if not almost grim. “You were gone so long, I had to get myself a new master.”
His retribution was swift and as deliciously wicked as she thirsted for. Her quivers of anticipation turned into hard shudders at the feel of his hot breath breaking over her sensitive folds. A second later, her pussy lips were split wide by the mouth descending to ravage her creaming cunt. Lips, teeth, tongue—Jack devoured her intimate flesh and sent her screaming from one orgasm into the next.
With her back arched and thighs bowed wide around him, Kathy freely offered herself up for the torment, wishing only that he’d penetrate her with something harder and thicker, something that could pound the orgasm right out of her.
That need grew until it wrenched free, searing through her throat as her mindless cries turned to desperate pleas. Jack ignored them, appearing not even to hear her as he feasted on her cunt. Collin heard, though, and had a cock he appeared more than willing to offer her, only with Jack lodged between her legs he couldn’t give her the fucking she craved.
Instead, he pressed the weeping head of his cock against her lips, silently begging for a kiss. Unable to deny Collin anything, Kathy relaxed her jaw and let the thick ridge of his swollen head stretch her lips wide. He sank deep, a hand twisting in her hair to hold her still as he began pumping his hips and fucking himself all the way to the back of her throat.
Mindless of all but the tongue licking up the walls of her pussy, Kathy gave herself to Collin’s command. His speed quickened slowly, his pants growing to mirror her own labored breaths. They both stretched and strained under the sweet torment of a passionate kiss. Even as Kathy’s muscles began to tense with the final rush toward release, Collin’s fingers tightened painfully in her hair, forcing her to take every hard inch she could.
“That’s it, sweet meat,” Collin crooned, his voice soothing despite the lewdness of his words. “Tighten those lips for me, and suck me on back into heaven.”
Mindless of everything but her heart’s own ragged race toward the next explosion, her mouth tightened around Collin’s shaft as his release flooded her throat. The sound, feel, and taste of Collin’s climax helped to trigger her own, more violent orgasm. Collin jerked back, pulling his cock free from harm’s way as Kathy’s whole body contracted with the hard roll of ecstasy that took the last of her strength.
Collapsing onto the mattress, Kathy gave herself over to the spasms rippling through her muscles. With her heart racing too fast for her lungs to catch up, she could do little more than pant through the torment and wait for the world to finally reorder itself. It hadn’t even begun to when Jack’s voice cut through her euphoric bliss.
“How come I do all the work and you get all the reward?” He asked that question not of her but directed his ire at Collin, who didn’t sound the least bit concerned.
“That’s the perk of sticking around,” Collin retorted, the gloat clear in his tone. “Five weeks from now you can get your dick sucked, too.”
“I could get my dick sucked now if I wanted to, but I’m not a selfish son of a bitch. Am I?”
Kathy sensed that question being aimed at her, but didn’t have the strength to respond. With her poor, throbbing clit still trapped beneath Jack’s circling thumb, Kathy could only whimper and squirm. Neither response appeased Jack, who pressed for an answer even as he made it nearly impossible to give him one.
“Am I, sweetness?”
“Please.” Broken and strained, that cry fell from her lips, an echo of the need and confusion filling Kathy in that moment.
“Please what?”
“Please forgive me,” Kathy panted, trying desperately to recall his words from earlier. She could remember this. She had to. “I won’t ever take another unload gun to meet a murderer again. I promise.”
Kathy added that plaintive-sounding vow in the vain hope that it would soothe over the fact that she couldn’t remember what she was supposed to feel bad about. It must have worked, because Jack rewarded her with what Kathy could only hope was a small taste of her future.
Fucking two fingers deep inside her pussy, he reamed her hard and fast, sending Kathy spiraling through another release. It tore through her with enough force to leave Kathy hoarse as she bucked with the powerful convulsions.
“Please,” Kathy whined, trying to escape the hard thrust of his fingers. “Please…”
“Please what?”
He was like a broken record, unable to skip past that line until she gave him exactly what he wanted, a fact Jack hammered home by twirling the fingers filling her cunt. Strumming those thick, callused tips over the sensitive spot buried deep in her sheath, he had her twisting and squealing as she arched with the amazing sensations throbbing out of her pelvis.
Stretching up, Jack pinned her body beneath the heavy press of his. The rough feel of his clothing biting into her flushed, exposed skin only served to remind Kathy of her very vulnerable situation. The knowledge only heightened her pleasure, making it all that much harder to focus on his words.
“You’re so sexy, all wet and flushed and ready to be fucked. I got twelve inches I’d like to give you, sweet meat. You just have to do one thing for me.” The hot wash of his breath over her cheeks uncurled a dark thrill low in her belly that had Kathy tensing, waiting to hear his request. “Repeat after me. Please…”
“Please.” Kathy’s voice sounded weak, barely a whisper in the air compared to the gravely rasp of Jack’s.
“Master.”
“Jack.”
Even delirious with the wanton need consuming her, Kathy couldn’t help but tease him. Just as before, his response was swift and brutal. The fingertips that had been playing patty-cakes on her G-spot pressed down hard, grinding over her tender flesh with enough force to have Kathy gasping as her whole body tensed with the sudden rush of a release. Sharp, hard, and just as mind-blowing as the rest of them, the climax had her mewling as the world twirled yet again before her eyes.
“Please.”
“At least you know to beg, wench.”
Chuckling over his words, Jack’s weight lifted off her, his fingers slipping from her body to leave Kathy a puddled mess on the mattress. While common sense would have warned her to question her sudden reprieve, Kathy could only be thankful for the moment to recover and finally catch her breath. Whatever Jack planned next, there was no escaping it, so she really didn’t see any reason to worry over it.
“Don’t have much stamina, though.”
Jack deserved a one-finger retort for that comment but Kathy didn’t have the energy or the
free hands to deliver that reply. Instead she had to lie there fighting to take a steady breath while Jack sounded more than in control. He sounded amused even as he complained.
“You haven’t bothered to train her at all, have you?”
“I’ve given up all hope that she can be trained.” Collin’s disparaging tone brought a smile to Kathy’s lips. She only wished she could see him, certain that he’d be wearing an equally smug expression as his tone. “I have found it easier just to give in and fuck her.”
That sounded like an excellent idea to Kathy. She’d have liked to encourage that kind of thinking, but couldn’t figure out any way to actually entice them into action. Naked and spread eagle, she had no other assets to put on display. Instead she had to endure Jack’s taunting response without the ability to offer up her own defense.
“And if you were any good at that, she still would have ended up submissive.”
“I guess the same goes for you.” Kathy might not have been able to move or back her words up with anything other than attitude, but that didn’t dampen the haughtiness of her taunting tone. “So why don’t you giddyup, cowboy, and show me what you gaattt.”
Breaking into a scream with the force of the blow that cracked over her cunt, Kathy’s goading was met before she could finish issuing her challenge. Her pussy blossomed with heat as Jack’s palm left a searing imprint on her sensitive flesh. Gasping and twisting in her binds, Kathy tried in vain to protect her tender flesh.
“Watch yourself now, sweetness, or I can always add a gag to your restraints,” Jack warned her.
Kathy didn’t figure that would be a pleasure and so wisely kept her lips shut. She sealed them tight, feeling them thin into a pointed statement that Jack clearly received.
“Go on and press those lips tight, sweet stuff. You’re going to need every last bit of restraint you possess, because starting now, I’m your Lord and you are my puppet. Welcome to your seventy-two hours of servitude.”
Kathy’s heart clenched at his words as fear hit her, robbing all the pleasure from the moment. He hadn’t come back for good. She should have known, but she didn’t want to be that reasonable.
