Bullet Series Box Set Books 1-8

by Jade C. Jamison

  She took a deep breath. She’d trusted him once tonight, and he hadn’t let her down. Then he’d trusted her with his car. Why not continue the trend? She looked in his eyes and knew that she did have complete faith in this man. No matter what else happened, she knew he would treat her right. “Okay.”

  “Why don’t you grab some wine out of the kitchen, and I’ll find the rope and take some of this stuff off.”

  “Don’t you dare.”

  “What?”

  “Leave it on.”

  He turned and looked at her, a smirk lighting up his face. “Why? You like it?”

  “Hell, yeah. I want to strip it off you, piece by piece.” He started strutting toward his room, and she kept an eye on his ass until she turned toward the kitchen. “By the way,” she said so her voice would carry, “that was pretty damn ballsy, wearing that to meet my dad.” She walked over to the wine rack. A sweet red—that’s what she hoped it was when she grabbed it, but she’d never been a hardcore wine drinker. She was just guessing and hoping. She opened the cabinet door to the right and pulled out two wine glasses. She heard Clay’s boots on the floor before she turned to see him.

  “I figured your dad needed to see me as I am. Then next time he sees me, my long hair and tattoos won’t be such a surprise.” He was close to her again and wrapped part of the rope around her waist and pulled her close.

  “By the way, those lip rings?”

  “Yeah?” That twinkle in his eye was intoxicating.

  “Damn hot.”

  “You think so?”

  “God, yes. Please kiss me again.”

  The smile was small, but the fire in his eyes was undeniable. He leaned close to her and kissed her, slowly this time, and instead of focusing on the heat between her legs this time, she directed her attention to the feel of those rings against her lips. Jesus, yes, that was fucking hot. She’d liked the feel of the flat jewelry, but the rings were sensational. He moved his mouth differently with that jewelry. His kiss felt more methodical, more passionate, and she loved how the metal felt against her lips, her neck, down her cleavage…

  She let out a loud breath as he started unbuttoning her blouse. Her fingers were wound in his hair, but even hanging on for dear life, she was dangerously close to losing it. She whispered, “In my room. You promised.”

  She felt him smile against her breast, and he raised his head. “Damn. Lost track of where I was.”

  She grinned. He picked the rope up off the floor and grabbed the wine. She took the glasses and looped her arm in his, and they walked down the hall to her room.

  Once inside, she set the glasses on the dresser and then walked back to close the door. She took the wine and rope from him, setting the bottle next to the glasses and throwing the rope on the bed. Then she took two fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him close to her. “Hey, careful. This shirt’s a classic.”

  She knew he was kidding, so she said, “Shush, you,” and planted her mouth on his to get just one more scorching kiss. Then she grabbed the shirt by the bottom and pulled it up, kissing his skin, starting around his navel and working her way up. She let her tongue get involved too. God, he tasted good, and she could have kissed his skin all night. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor as she unbuttoned the pants. “I thought that was a classic, and here you are throwing it on the floor.”

  He chuckled, and it sounded a little gravelly and very sexy—throaty and full of desire. “It’s mine. I can abuse it if I want.”

  “Hmm.” She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Why don’t you take a seat?”

  “On the bed?”

  “Yeah.”

  “What about the wine?”

  She grabbed the bottle and handed to him. “Open it.” Then she sat on her haunches and started undoing his left boot. She had to loosen the laces fairly far down so she could get the boot to move. She heard him remove the wrapper off the wine.

  “Shit.”

  “What?”

  “Forgot the corkscrew.”

  She had the laces on his boot loose. “So screw it.” He grinned at her stupid pun. “We can have it later.” She took the bottle from him and set it on the floor, then pulled his other boot off. She sat up, still on her knees, and took his face in her hands. He really was a sight, and he took her breath away. She kissed him then and let herself get buried in desire, want, and need.

  Her fingers drifted down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his pants. She unbuttoned and unzipped them, freeing his cock. Once done, she kissed back down his chest and licked the head of his cock. She sucked part of his length into her mouth and he said, “Uh-unh. No way.” She looked at him, a question in her eyes, but she didn’t release him. “The rope, darlin’. If you suck me dry, I don’t know when that’ll happen.”

  She smiled and slid him back out of her mouth, grinning. “Fine.”

  “Oh, I’ll give you fine.”

  He urged her up with his hands on her face. She giggled. “I expect no less.”

  He smirked again and kissed her once more, a smoldering hot kiss, deeper, blistering, and more intense than any they’d shared thus far. Something tonight felt different, and Emily wasn’t sure what it was, but she didn’t want to question it. It was too sweet, too incredible, too amazing.

  He stood and took her hands so that she stood too. He tucked himself back in his pants and zipped up. She scowled. “Don’t worry. I’ll let him back out to play later.” He was still hard, so Emily wondered if it had hurt to shove himself back in those tight quarters. But he kissed her again, and she lost her concentration on anything but the burning desire she felt between her legs.

  His fingers were back on her blouse, undoing the buttons one by one, and it felt to Emily like he was moving extra slowly, just to torment her. While he worked the buttons, his lips worked on her neck, sending shivers throughout her body, getting her blood pumping like it felt it never had before. She let out a loud gust of air as he pulled the blouse back off her shoulders and onto the floor, then brought his fingers to the back of her skirt to unzip it just as quickly. It too dropped to the floor without ceremony.

  Even with the air conditioning on high keeping the house cool, the heat from his body radiated to hers, mingled with hers. She felt so feverish, she thought she was standing next to the entrance to hell. And maybe she was. She started to feel like one more night with Clay (or Jet, if that was the case) would mean she would never be able to turn back.

  Would that be so bad?

  She couldn’t assess it, not while he was heating her up to her boiling point. He was bending at the knees now, leaning over a bit, feeling for the rope, and when he had it in his left hand, he moved his arm back to around her, but she could feel the rope against her back.

  Her bed wasn’t like his. It had a headboard with plenty of posts for him to tie the rope around. He wouldn’t have to crawl around, tying it to the legs of the bed. “So, why don’t you sit down?” She let out a breath, feeling a little nervous, and nodded. She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth and looked at Clay with yearning. She might have felt a little anxious about being tied up, but she was having no doubts about him. “Cross your wrists on your lap.” She did and he coiled the rope around them. “I’m going to do yours a little different.” He wound the rope in between her hands too so there would be no slipping out. It was a little uncomfortable but not too tight. “Feel okay?” She nodded again. “I tried to leave it loose enough that it won’t hurt you, but let me know at any time if you don’t want to do this, okay?” She smiled then and nodded again, but all words were gone. “Hey.” He touched her chin with his index finger. “Do you just want to skip this?”

  That’s when her tongue decided to work and she shook her head. “No. I wanna do this.”

  “Mmm.” His lids lowered and one corner of his mouth turned up. “That’s my girl.” He kissed her neck. “Now, let’s get you up on that bed.” She turned a little and started to kick off her heels. “Oh, God, no. Leave
those on.”

  She grinned. “You sure?”

  “Fuck me, yes. Sexy. If I could do to you what I wanted to do with that bra and panties still on you too, I would.” He pulled in a long breath of air through his nose and leaned over her. “Trust me. This’ll be easiest.” He knelt down and put one arm under the crook of her knees and lifted her so that her back fell onto his other arm and he stood, lifting her. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, but it would have been a feat and not worth the effort since he only had to take a step to lean over to position her on the bed.

  He straddled her on the bed then, leaning over to tie the loose rope to one of the posts behind her head. She felt it get snug so she couldn’t bend her arms much. “Not too uncomfortable, is it?” She shook her head. He examined her eyes. “Aw…honey, let’s not do this.”

  “No. I want to. I do. Please.” He furrowed his brows until she said, “Please.”

  She was convinced that was all he needed to hear from her, because then he kissed her hard, without mercy, relentless, and she felt one of his hands on the clasp at the front of her bra. His lips moved down as he undid the bra and pulled the cups off her breasts. He lowered his mouth to one of her nipples and drew it in with his tongue. In spite of the rope, she arched her back, feeling as though she were giving everything she was to him. His tongue trailed down the side and then he kissed up the side of her other breast. This time he flicked her nipple with his tongue until it hardened and she let out a heavy sigh. “Doing okay?”

  “Mmm…” was all she could manage.

  He kissed halfway down her belly, stopping at her navel, and then he sat up. He grabbed the sides of her panties and, while moving backwards, pulled them down her legs and over the heels. He smirked at her again and spread her legs at the feet. He lifted one of her feet and kissed her ankle. Then he moved farther up the bed and placed his hands on her knees, pressing against them gently to spread her legs. He kissed the side of one of her knees, drawing the flesh into his mouth until she gasped again. He licked down the inside of her thigh until he got close to her pussy, right where her leg met her crotch, and he kissed her there. With one hand, he spread her labia apart and ran his index finger down her slit. “Nice,” he said and she wanted to squirm. She wished she could grab him but instead she felt completely helpless, and when that realization washed over her, she felt adrenaline rush through her body and her desire amped up further than she ever thought it could. She’d been wet before but she could feel herself get wetter. He slid a finger inside her and touched her clit with his tongue and she could tell she was just seconds away from one of the most insane orgasms she knew she would ever have. She gasped again as his tongue took its sweet time, one small stroke followed by another, as though he had all day to make her feel good. She couldn’t help the moan forcing its way through her throat and her muscles tightened beyond belief, ready to let go, and she forced herself to not give in—not just yet. But it was there, teetering, and his tongue was sweet, maddening.

  And there it was. “Oh, God, Clay…” she said and then her words were reduced to nothing but noises spewing forth from her mouth that no longer felt like her own because she surely wasn’t inhabiting her body anymore. All she could feel was sweet pleasure, unlike one she’d ever known. And that climax continued to build to a slow, wicked crescendo, not unlike one of his burning, bad ass guitar solos, and it made her realize that—no matter what happened in her life—she would never be loved by another man like Clay.

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  CLAY COULDN’T REMEMBER the last time he’d felt this good. It had been years, and he didn’t want to actually think about the time, because he didn’t know if he’d ever felt quite like this. He didn’t want to compare it, because what he felt right now was too perfect, too pure, and therefore—in his mind—unsustainable. But he was pretty sure the smile on his face was now permanently affixed.

  After they’d finished, he untied her, making sure she was okay, not just her wrists but mentally, and she’d said she “couldn’t be better.” Before he crashed, he made his way to the kitchen for a corkscrew and resisted the urge to try to fuck her again when she made a comment about his “cute ass.” They’d shared half a glass, but he’d since just set the glass on the nightstand to hold her close.

  Now, Emily’s sweet head was resting on his chest, her finger playing with the ring on his nipple. He thought she was almost asleep. He couldn’t help how his hand continued to smooth over the length of her hair. But then she muttered, “That was just like in one of those romance novels.”

  He started chuckling. “What? What are you talking about?”

  She turned her head and looked up at him. “Some of the books I read. The hero and heroine have sex and it’s perfect—nothing like real life, you know? Nothing awkward or weird. It’s like they were made for each other, built to fit each other. But tonight, you and me? I’m pretty sure I had a romance novel climax.”

  He laughed again and kissed her forehead. “That’s why I don’t get the big fuckin’ deal about books. From what you just told me, they make you expect perfection, and that can only lead to disappointment. What’s wrong with real life?”

  She shifted. “Clayton Smith. Seriously? This from the guy with enough porn to open a chain of adult bookstores?”

  Oh, that didn’t still bother her, did it? Her tone had been playful, so he was going to keep going with the theme. “You just made my case for me. When’s the last time I watched one of those DVDs?”

  “Maybe because you have them memorized. But you have plenty on your computer.”

  He shrugged. “Okay, fine. So I’m visually stimulated. It’s not the same as books.”

  “Before we move on, can we at least agree on one thing?” He just looked at her. “Porn can make you expect perfection and that can only lead to disappointment.”

  He grinned. “Using my words against me.” He grabbed the glass of wine. He was gonna need it. “I think I have found perfection. I am definitely not disappointed.” He held her gaze to make sure that sunk in with her and then he swallowed what was left in the glass. It would lay the ground for a good buzz if he needed to go there. When he put the glass down, though, he saw it in her eyes. She knew he wasn’t just saying shit to make her happy.

  She nodded. “Hold on a sec.” She climbed over him and off the bed. Christ…he hadn’t been kidding. She really was the closest thing he’d found to perfection, and it was gonna kill him if he’d have to let her go. Not just her body either. The conversation they were in the middle of? It could have easily turned into a huge scratch-and-claw fight. Instead, it was smoothed over. Even though there were a lot of things unknown between them, they seemed to understand a lot about each other. He didn’t know that any woman had ever quite understood him like Emily.

  She unplugged her phone from the charger on the dresser and climbed back in bed. He couldn’t help it and grabbed her about the waist, pulling her in close for a kiss. “So what’s up with this? Are we gonna call one-hundred people and conduct a survey?”

  She giggled. “No. I have a Kindle app on my phone.”

  “A what app?”

  “Kindle. It’s a reading device.”

  “Oh, yeah. I know what you’re talking about. Like an iPad, right? Only, for books?”

  “Yeah, the app.” She was moving her finger across the screen of her phone. “I have tons of books on here.” She lay next to him and held the phone up so they could both see it, and she scrolled. “See all these books?”

  Some of the covers were pretty suggestive. “Uh, yeah, and right now, I’m calling you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Looks like your porn is in writing, sweetheart.”

  She started giggling again. “Fair enough.” He raised his eyebrows and kissed her on the forehead again. “But in writing it leaves a lot up to my imagination. I don’t have to worry if I’m attracted to the hero, because in my mind, he looks like someone I already am. If it’s a movi
e and I think the actor playing the lead is ugly, I can’t get all excited about him, you know?”

  Clay nodded. “Good point. Still…you’re not going to convert me anytime soon.”

  “Well, I don’t expect you to start reading romance novels, erotic or otherwise. But what about…?” She started typing in the search feature and then showed him the screen. It was The Heroin Diaries, Nikki Sixx’s story.

  “Maybe…”

  “Or how about this?” In a few seconds, she flipped up the screen to show him a book by Corey Taylor called Seven Deadly Sins. He started to grab her phone but she pulled it back to herself and started typing again. “What about this one?” Red by Sammy Hagar.

  “Okay, okay. So I might like those.”

  She kissed him on the nose. “You’ll only find out if you read it. So…fill up that glass, let me have a sip, and I’ll start reading to you.”

  “Do I get to pick?”

  “Nope…it’s a surprise.”

  Goddamn, yes. He could spend forever in this bed with her. Forever.

  * * *

  Emily felt a little nervous. She’d told Bryce she could meet for lunch wherever he wanted, but he insisted. He said he was already on the way.

  Shit.

  So she had to give Clay a heads up. God, she already felt like a complete jerk. She had no idea how Clay was going to take it, but she had to tell him. He was in the music room, perfecting a guitar solo, one she knew she’d heard several times. The first time she’d heard it was when he’d licked his guitar shaft in his bedroom.

  As always, she hated to interrupt him when he was working on music. It was his job and she didn’t want to disrupt him. But when he noticed her walking in, he stopped playing and said, “What’s up?” He had a warm smile for her, and that made the guilt all the heavier.

  She let out a breath of air and walked over to sit next to him on the loveseat. “Uh…”

  “What’s wrong?”

  He could tell. “Um, Bryce.”