Secrets & Lies

by Lauren Landish

  With unrelenting, powerful hammering thrusts, Jackson fills me again and again, his hips smashing into my ass each time. He stretches out on top of me, kissing and sucking hard on my neck, and when he bites, I'm moaning, lost in the pleasure of his cock filling me and his skin pressed against my back. I can feel the pain of his teeth on my skin, and I know he's leaving a mark, maybe a bruise, and I only hope that he actually breaks the skin, scarring me and marking me as his forever.

  I'm crushed under him, but I push my hips back, begging for more, and Jackson groans, pleased. He lifts up, and pulls me back onto my knees as he settles behind me. “You are perfect,” he says as he starts thrusting again, hard and fast, so fast I’m constantly being lit up with fireworks from another punishing stroke. “Nobody has ever pushed back and wanted more.”

  “Is that all you got?” I encourage him, looking back. He's covered in sweat, his eyes burning with intensity, and he grabs my waist, his grip almost painfully tight as he stares into my eyes at my challenge. His hips speed up, pounding at me even harder. I'm nearing coming, but I can see in his face, he is too. I urge him on with my most seductive look even as my mouth drops open and I can't say anymore.

  My insides tighten, and I'm on the edge, trembling with the need to come. Jackson sees it and thrusts in one more time, burying himself deep inside me, and I'm coming, crying out breathlessly as my body rides the amazing feeling. He thrusts again, adding an exclamation point on my orgasm and sending me higher before he comes, both of us collapsing onto the mattress, temporarily exhausted.

  I feel Jackson gather me into his arms again, and I hum softly. “You did this the last time. Are you planning on cuddling with me every time we have sex?”

  “I was thinking every night, regardless of if we have sex or not,” Jackson says, kissing the sore spot on my neck. “I'm sorry if I was too rough.”

  “It was perfect,” I tell him, wrapping his arms deeper around me. “Absolutely perfect.”

  “I'm glad.”

  I chuckle, and kiss his knuckle. The skin is still pink and raw, and I remember the story Andrea told me about how he'd gone off on the tires at my old loft. Apparently, he hasn't let it heal fully before going off on the tires again. “That doesn't mean I'm not going to give it right back to you tomorrow, though.”

  “Oh?”

  I smile and stroke his forearm. “I've got Touches you haven't even imagined yet, and tomorrow morning, I'm using them all on you.”

  Jackson laughs softly and kisses my neck. “I can’t wait.”

  Chapter 32

  Jackson

  I wake up to the sensation of gentle Touches on my forearms, and I smile, even as I keep my eyes closed. “When you said you wanted to give it back to me, I didn't think you were going to be so quick with it.”

  “After as amazing as last night was? I could barely wait, and you should be glad that you physically wore me out,” Katrina throatily purrs in my ear. “Or else you wouldn't have gotten any sleep at all.”

  I feel her trace along my jaw, and my eyes open, my cock surging as fresh desire fills my body. Katrina... my wife, I think with amazement, is kneeling next to me, her body gloriously naked. I smile at the sight, her nipples already hard. “You know you don't need to Touch me to arouse me. A simple kiss and a smile from you is all I need.”

  Katrina smiles, and trails a finger down my left side between two of my ribs, electricity shooting throughout my body, concentrating in my cock, which is harder than it’s ever been.

  I pull her down on top of me, finding her throat and kissing the soft skin. Katrina's groaning from my hands running up and down her back, stroking her skin with tenderness. I kiss down to her collarbone and lift her body up until I can suck on her nipples. They're small, rock-hard treasures that I want to feast on forever, it's so wonderful to hear the sounds she makes as I lick around the edge of her left nipple. I roll her and me together, and kiss my way down her body to her pussy, teasing apart the light covering of dark hair that dusts her labia. “Oh Jackson, I've fantasized of this.”

  “Then let me fulfill our dreams,” I say, dipping my tongue between her lips and tasting the sweetness that lies within. I lick slowly, savoring each inch and listening to the beautiful sounds she makes as I explore her nerve endings with my tongue. “Delicious.”

  She sighs happily as I lick again, dipping deep inside her and finding the tangy center, scooping out the wetness inside and feasting on it before licking again all the way to the top, where I find the precious shiny jewel nested at the top and just barely caressing it with the tip of my tongue. Her hips lift off the bed like I've just galvanized her entire body.

  “Jackson... please,” Katrina groans deeply as she wraps her fingers in my hair. “Don't stop.”

  I don't answer and instead lick, letting my tongue dance around her clit and exploring every nook and fold. I make love to my wife with my lips, tongue and a little bit of my teeth, showing her just how much I love her and will for the rest of my life. I'd die for Katrina... but even more importantly, I'm going to live for her, and make myself into a man that can be her partner as well as her husband and lover.

  I pour myself into my licks and oral caresses, my tongue moving faster and lighter, flicking over the precious nub of her clit. Katrina's moaning, grinding her pussy up into my mouth, losing control until with a harsh, ecstatic scream, she comes, covering my face in her juices and clamping her thighs around my head, her muscles unable to relax as she squeezes, cutting off all sound except the sound of my own heart and the sound of her cries from her own body.

  Katrina's legs relax, and her hips slowly fall back to the mattress, a long, shuddering breath escaping from her lips. I crawl up from between her legs and rest my left hand on the middle of her chest, looking into her eyes. “I love you, Katrina.”

  “I love you, my amazing Jackson,” she answers, putting her hand over mine. She shifts her hips, then chuckles, feeling the head of my cock bump against her hips. “I may have created a monster.”

  I nod and raise an eyebrow. “Are you ready?”

  She bites her lip and nods, her breath catching as I reach down with my right hand and slip the head of my cock in between her lips. I slide in slowly, knowing she's sensitive and tender, and besides, I want to savor this feeling. I want to savor it forever.

  “Are you sure you don't need some ice?”

  I chuckle and look down at my cock, which while limp is still slightly sore and aching after one hell of a time.

  “No, I’m fine. Actually, I was thinking in a little bit that I'd like to put on some clothes.”

  “You don't have any, other than those jeans,” she notes, coming over with a glass of juice. Katrina's gotten at least slightly dressed, a pair of boy-short panties and one of her ever-present sports bras. “Oh, and two t-shirts. Just what were you thinking not packing anything?”

  “I didn't care about anything else at the moment,” I tell her, taking the juice and sipping gratefully. “I knew that I could make it without the money. Besides, I'm free now, which is better than all the designer clothing in the world.”

  “Well, tomorrow then, we'll get you outfitted. Until then, I guess you're just going to have to lie around mostly naked and let me pamper you.”

  I laugh lightly and reach up, taking her hand, pulling her down next to me on the couch. “You know, the first two times we were together, you embarrassed me, then nearly broke my arm while sticking a gun in my face. And now you're pampering me, as you put it. Don't tell me the sexy seductive ass kicker's gone?”

  “Not at all,” Katrina says, giving me a knowing smile. “But I have a soft side too, you know. I was thinking actually that I'd like to spend a few months exploring that softer side.”

  “What'd you have in mind?” I ask, sitting up. “I mean, besides maybe a honeymoon?”

  “A honeymoon for sure,” Katrina replies, smiling, “but only after we get you a fake ID. I know a guy who does good work.”

  “Then what?�
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  Katrina strokes my face and kisses me on the cheek. “Then we let you finish your education, with me being your guide. I can't help you on the business courses, but I can help us make a comfortable living below the radar for as long as we want.”

  I nod, knowing exactly why. Katrina's blast of information may have taken care of Peter and Samuel, but there will be friends, allies, and others affected who will be looking for revenge. It's going to be dangerous, but I think it's worth it. “Okay. Well, you said we've got what, three hundred thousand or so?”

  “Something like that. More importantly, we've got connections.”

  “Then let's tag a quarter million for building our future, and the rest we can use for taking the time to figure out what that future is going to be,” I tell her, taking her hand. “As long as that future is next to you and our daughter, I'll be happy.”

  “Daughter?” Katrina asks, giving me a little smile. “So you want a daughter and not a son?”

  “Oh, I'm sure we'll have a son together eventually, but I've got a feeling,” I tell her, and then kiss her softly. “Just a feeling, that's all.”

  “Careful, unless you’re ready for what your lips are starting,” Katrina purrs, then lays her head on my shoulder.

  I kiss her and pull her closer. “Any ideas for the honeymoon?”

  Katrina thinks for a moment, then nods. “Catalina Island, off the coast of California. I read about there when I was training... I've always wanted to go.”

  “That sounds perfect to me. Then we can plan the rest of our future.”

  Katrina hums and snuggles against me. “Our future. I like the sound of that.”

  Epilogue

  An Online Chat Room

  Kat- So did you guys get the files I sent you?

  Andrea- Yes. She's beautiful.

  Darcy- I agree. She's got your face and his eyes.

  Kat- Which I am very grateful for. Although I guess I should worry when she gets old enough to attract boys.

  Andrea- Are you kidding? The boys are going to be scared of pissing off her mother and father.

  Darcy- LOL. True. By the way, you like her name I bet.

  Andrea- Of course I do. I think Andrea's a beautiful name for a little girl.

  Kat- As soon as she came out with those blue eyes, we both knew exactly what to name her. How’s it going by the way?

  Andrea- It's going. If I need help, I know who to call.

  Kat- Damn right.

  Darcy- Ditto. Hey guys, Jeff just got home, and Henry's hungry, so I'm going to take off.

  Kat- OK. Hey, tell him congrats on the promotion. Detective now. Movin' on up.

  Darcy- Deluxe apartment in the sky, Baby Girl. Take care, TTYL.

  Kat- LU, Darce.

  Andrea- Take care, Darce.

  System- *BlakDhal1A has logged off*

  Andrea- So is the gym going well?

  Kat- We're doing the grand underground opening next week, but the privates and seminars are already netting us a good student base. Between him teaching the men, me the women, and us splitting the kid's classes, we're going to do well for a place that technically doesn't exist.

  Andrea- What about your other investments?

  Kat- Doing well. Your advice was dead on. Thanks.

  Andrea- Don't thank me. I just verified what oniichan picked out. He's a smart one.

  Kat- You sound proud of him.

  Andrea- I am. Aren't you?

  Kat- I'm proud of both of you. Hey, Andrea just woke up, she wants some Mommy time. I'm gonna take off myself. Give her some milk, then Jackson and I are going to work together on that '67 Corvette model that we picked up last week. I thought it'd be juvenile, but we're both loving it.

  Andrea- OK. I love you, Katrina.

  Kat- Not Katrina anymore, remember?

  Andrea- Oh yeah. Sorry. I love you, Mercy. BTW, I like the sound of that. Mercy Hart.

  Kat- Thanks. I like it, too. I love you too, Andrea. TTYL.

  Andrea- TTYL

  System- *CD Grace has logged off*

  System- *Blue Sakura has logged off*

  Retaliation

  By Lauren Landish

  Andrea

  His charm is contagious... and I've just been infected.

  For years I've been abused by my father, ruthless billionaire Peter DeLaCoeur. Now he wants me dead.

  If I want to survive, I need to surround myself with those I trust.

  Simple right?

  Not if sexy heir Carson Sands has anything to say about it. He shows up out of nowhere, armed with family secrets.

  Tall, auburn-haired with silvery-gray eyes, Carson makes my heart throb. He brings out a side in me I never knew existed. He makes me want to serve him.

  Yet, in a world of dark secrets and assassins, I have to be careful. Distractions, even ones as hot as Carson, will be the death of me.

  Still, I’ll be okay. If I stick to the game plan.

  Problem is, one look from Carson and I can’t decide the greater threat— the assassins after me, or the desire in his eyes, and the things I know he wants to do to me.

  Carson

  I want to take her, to taste her, and punish her.

  I'm on a mission. Protect my sister Melissa from would-be dangers, and take her psychotic father Peter DeLaCoeur down for his crimes.

  But when I meet Andrea DeLaCoeur, I'm overcome with lust. She's exotic as they come with her smooth olive skin, blue, almond-shaped eyes, dark hair and curvy body.

  It should be a crime to tempt a man like me. I need to stay focused if I want to keep Andrea and Melissa safe. Keep my d*ck in my pants.

  I don't know what'll be the biggest battle, fighting Peter DeLaCoeur.... or resisting Andrea's lush curves.

  Chapter 1

  Andrea

  “In the history of business law, there are many unique and interesting clauses that have stood up in court,” I mutter as I read my textbook. I know it's a bad habit, but when I'm trying to slog my way through dull text, I can't help it. When it gets really boring, I start using different voices as well. “With the rise of Internet-based intellectual property, and the accompanying, more laid-back culture of Internet users, clauses using terms such as 'jerkface,' 'luser,' 'troll,' and even 'Leeroy Jenkins wannabe motherfucker,' have all been deemed acceptable in court.”

  I slam my book closed, shaking my head and wishing I could find and strangle the idiots who wrote this. Seriously, I can understand the fact that textbooks want to be interesting. I've spent years of my life absorbing an entire library's worth of information on more than just business. And textbook companies want to be able to constantly keep their books up to date, if for no other reason than wanting to be able to sell you a new edition. But when the writers try to make it funny or cool, what they forget is that unless you actually know what the fuck you're talking about, you come off as... well, as a jerkface luser.

  I laugh at my own little joke, and push the book aside for a little bit, getting up to stretch. My tiny studio apartment is nothing compared to what I used to have, with no real walls except for the shared half-wall between the bathroom and the kitchen area. It's nothing like living at the DeLaCoeur plantation house, but at the same time I like it more than where I was raised for most of my life.

  First off, I'm in the real heart of New Orleans. Bourbon Street is only a block away, and most nights I can keep myself extremely entertained with the sounds drifting over from the nightly craziness. Sometimes I even join them, normally to see how much I can cut horny guys to the bone with my tongue. It's not too hard since most of the time they're drunk. Even if they weren't, very few of them can handle me anyway, despite my smaller size. Actually, I could use a new challenge on that front. Maybe it's just where I live, but I've grown tired of guys thinking “Hey babe, show us your tits!” is a good pickup line.

  Second, the apartment is mine, and it's my first place where I'm standing on my own. Sure, I used Peter DeLaCoeur while I lived with him since he's my father, a
t least biologically. Yes, I knew his money was dirty—hell, the man was probably involved in having my mother killed. I was using him, biding my time to get the necessary information to finally take him down. He used my presence as a way to constantly remind his wife of at least one of his many affairs. After the way she treated me from the minute I first came to live with them, she didn't get much sympathy from me either. I would've felt bad for her and her shitty situation, but I'm sure there are mangy stray dogs that get more kindness than what I got from Margaret DeLaCoeur.

  When my half-brother Jackson and his childhood friend Katrina, now his wife, launched their own plan to take Peter down, I used it as my chance to step away and get out clean. Thanks to the fifty thousand dollars and bag of jewels I took with me when I left, I've been able to spend the past year and change on my own, and I'm grateful for that. I've learned more about my inner strength, and I take pride in knowing just how much I'm capable of when pushed.

  The noise from Bourbon Street is starting to pick up, and I know I won't be getting a lot more done tonight. Even with my noisecanceling headphones I know more studying's just not going to happen, so after I finish my stretch I sit back down, pulling my laptop over. I open my TOR browser and wait while my connection stabilizes before I log into my favorite hacker board. The alt-net is wooly, twisted and complicated. Constant flame wars occur at levels as epic as the fantasy books most of the hackers are into, but the alt-net is still the source for some of the most interesting and knowledgeable people on the Web.