by Cathryn Fox
“Going back to my place?”
“Your place?”
“You heard Dad. They’ll be gone for hours.” He slipped his arm around her back and pulled her against him. “We have the rest of the day to ourselves, and there are so many things I want to do to you.”
“But what about Violet and Luke?” She pointed her thumb toward the two. “We can’t just leave them.”
“I’m pretty sure we can.” He caught hold of her hand and stole another glance over her shoulder. “Besides, I don’t think they’ll much care.”
She turned, and when she caught Violet flirting like mad, she nodded in agreement. She grinned and shook her head. “They won’t even know we’re gone.”
“So that’s a yes?”
“That’s a hell yes,” she said.
He guided her to his motorcycle, and illustrating his protectiveness, fitted her with his helmet before driving off. She put her arms around him, feeling incredibly close to him after last night. And she appreciated how he and his family had gone out of their way to help her today. The Riders were good people, like her foster folks. She felt a little ache in her stomach. She’d missed out on so much by keeping herself closed off from them, too afraid of getting hurt. Jack circled the block a few times, then pulled up in front of a modest two-story home.
He killed the engine and grinned. “Had to make sure the folks were gone first.”
“Why does it feel like we’re doing something illegal?”
He held her elbow as she threw her leg over the bike and climbed off. One dark eyebrow wagged. “Not illegal, just bad, Danielle. Very, very bad.”
He helped with the clasp on her helmet and guided her to the front door. His big hand closed around the knob and he slipped his key in and opened it, ushering her inside. The warm scent of cinnamon reached her nose, and she knew in an instant Jack had grown up in a warm and loving home.
“Christ, I feel like a teen again,” he whispered, peeking through the house, ensuring they were really alone.
She lowered her voice to match his. “You used to sneak girls to your room? I thought you said you’d never brought a girl home.”
“I didn’t.” His grin turned wicked. “I used to sneak into their rooms.”
“You are a very bad boy, Jack.”
“Why don’t you come upstairs and I’ll show you how bad.”
“A real sweet talker, too,” she murmured.
“If you’re nice, I’ll let you use that line in one of your lectures.”
She laughed, then put her hand over her mouth to stifle it. “Wait, why are we whispering?”
A rich, decadent rumble of pleasure sounded from the depths of his throat as he closed his hands over her wrists and backed her up. “I have no idea.” She hit the wall, and his gaze fell to her mouth, his smile fading. “God, that mouth,” he murmured. “The whole time we were at the house, all I wanted to do was kiss the hell out of you.” He pinned her arms above her head, holding them there with one hand while his other went to her mouth. He brushed her bottom lip with his thumb, then eased her lips open to push his finger inside.
She widened to accommodate his thickness, and using her tongue, she ran it around the tip of his thumb. He groaned, a deep, tortured sound that reverberated through her blood. She closed her mouth around him and sucked him in deeper.
“Fuck me,” he said, and pressed his cock against her, letting her know exactly what she was doing to him.
“I believe that’s the plan,” she murmured when he withdrew his wet finger.
His nostrils flared as his gaze skated over her face, then he captured her hand none too gently and gave a tug. “Come on,” he said, his voice a rough command. The steps creaked as he rushed her up the steep staircase, and she was a bit winded when she reached the top.
Across the hall, she spotted a small room with two single beds, separated by a narrow nightstand. She pointed. “Is that your room?”
“No, that was Sam and Luke’s.”
“Why are the bunk beds side by side?” She took three steps and poked her head inside, curious about Jack and his family. “Wouldn’t it have made more sense to stack them, to give the guys more room?”
Jack came up behind her and pressed his chest to her back. His laugher shook her entire body. “They used to be stacked, and still would be if Sam wasn’t such a dumbass.”
She turned, spotting humor backlighting his dark eyes. “I sense a story.”
Still laughing, he shook his head and raked his fingers through his hair. “Jesus, the more I think about it, the more I realize how much of a saint my mother was to put up with us.”
Danielle found herself laughing along with him, even though she had no idea what was so funny. “Tell me.”
“Sam always wanted the top bunk, but Luke was older so he got it. Sam, idiot that he is, got it into his head that he’d dismantle it.” Jack started laughing so hard, she could barely make out what he was saying. “The dumbass never stopped to consider that he slept under him. The whole frigging thing came down on him just as he was getting into it one night.”
“Oh my God, you’re kidding!”
Still laughing, he wiped his eyes with his fingers. “No. The noise woke everyone in the house. And by noise, I mean him screaming like a damn girl. He wasn’t hurt, just embarrassed, but Mom insisted he go to the ER just in case.”
She looked at the beds, and the damage done to one of the frames.
“Mom and Dad didn’t think it was so funny. Sam was grounded for two weeks.”
She fell into him and wrapped her hands around him, absorbing his laugh and loving this playful side of him. “It must have been great having brothers.”
“Not really. I was the youngest, remember. Luke liked to practice his karate moves on me, and Sam used to put me in things because I was smaller.”
“Put you in things?” she asked, grinning. “What kinds of things?”
“Oh, like the washer, dryer, tote bags. He locked me in a suitcase once and the key broke. I’m not all that fond of tight spaces today. Maybe that’s why I like being on the big open football field.”
“Oh my God, Jack. Your mother does deserve an award.”
“I know, right? There was even this one time Sam took me to the park with him and his friends. I thought he was being a great big brother, letting me tag along for the first time, but it turned out they just wanted to see if they could push me high enough on the swing to flip me over the bar.” He rubbed his head. “That didn’t end well, either.”
She put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. It was funny, but it wasn’t, especially because he’d been hurt. “You love them so much.” She touched his face, basking in the closeness she felt with him.
“I’m not even going to tell you about the clothesline-hanging incident.” He ran his hands through her hair. “Just make sure you don’t believe any of the stories they tell about me.”
“I can’t wait to hear them.”
“Lies, Danielle. All of them.”
He smiled, looking so damn adorable her heart wobbled. She went up on her toes and pressed her lips to his. He kissed her deeply, his needs and desires matching hers. They might not have a future together, but they had right now. Violet was right—she needed to take advantage of every second.
“Show me your room,” she whispered into this mouth, this thing between them becoming far more personal than she should have allowed. Then again, what was more personal than sex?
His arm still wrapped around her, he backed up, dragging her down the hall with him. They stepped into his room, and he quietly closed the door behind them. He turned the knob, locking the rest of the world out and the two of them in.
Feeling particularly wicked, she asked, “What if your parents come back?”
He shrugged. “We’re adults.”
“Still, it feels risky, don’t you think?”
He wagged his eyebrows. “Yeah, and that makes it all the more exciting, don’t y
ou think?”
She put her hand on her hip. “What I think is that maybe you have more exhibitionist tendencies than you think. You get off on the idea of getting caught.”
“Not by my parents!” He made a face like he’d just sucked a lemon. “That’s just sick, Danielle. If I had known I was getting mixed up with a weirdo, I might not have agreed to give you lessons,” he teased.
She laughed and broke from his hold. Looking around, her gaze settled on the double bed in the middle of the room, the blankets mussed even though he hadn’t slept in it last night. “You and Jamie didn’t have bunk beds?”
“We did, but Mom turned this into a guest room after he got his own place and I moved away. I still use this room when I come home.” He nodded toward the hall. “I think she keeps the bunk beds in hopes of having grandchildren someday.”
She walked up to his dresser and touched his football trophies. Jack sat on the edge of the bed, and she could feel his eyes on her as she explored his old bedroom. “I used to watch you play in high school,” she admitted.
“Yeah? I didn’t know that.”
She padded to his window and looked out at the street below. Her fingers went to his curtains and she drew them shut, then turned to face him. “I think I’m a secret voyeur.”
He grinned. “Really?”
She nodded. “Talk about the perfect meshing of fetishes. I like watching, you like to be watched.”
“Is there something you’d like to watch, Danielle?” he asked, the deepness in his voice seducing her senses.
She pulled her phone from her purse and turned on the music. “You, getting undressed for me.”
He jumped from the bed, his body tense. “You want me to strip?”
She stepped up to him, ran her finger over the sinewy muscles on his arms, and then sank onto his mattress. “Sure.”
“So this is the payback you were talking about?”
“Not really.” She lifted her head and gave him a challenging look. “Didn’t you know that all anal sex begins with a good striptease?”
His nostrils flared, all teasing gone from his eyes. “Are you ready for that?”
“I made a trip to the drugstore on my way to the viewing.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a bag with a bottle of lubricant and a box of condoms. A quick tug ripped the paper open, and she dumped the contents on the bed. “This is how ready I am, Jack. How ready I am for you to own all of me.”
Jack walked to his nightstand and opened the drawer to reveal an identical bottle of lube and a box of condoms. “This is how ready I am,” he said.
“So you lured me to your room with the intention of having anal sex with me?”
“Pretty much.”
She pointed a finger at him. “Then strip.”
He grabbed his shirt and tugged. She stared, transfixed, but he wasn’t much of a stripper, not that she had anything to compare it to. Nevertheless, watching him peel his shirt from his body and kicking away his pants in record time, to stand before her completely naked, achingly hard, was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Her sex clenched, her body moistening all over.
As want burned a lazy path through her, she sank to her knees in front of him and drew his cock into her mouth. She licked his pre-come and moaned.
“Jesus, that feels good.” He pulled her hair back to watch, and she closed one hand over him, working her palm in tandem with her mouth. “You’re one hell of a fast learner.”
She had no idea why Violet didn’t like this, but she could spend every day pleasuring him like this. The feel of him in her mouth, the taste, texture, the moans coming from him, filled her with a deep satisfaction. But the real question was, would she want to do this with another man?
“No more,” he said, sounding a bit frantic. She eased back and let his cock pop from her mouth. It was so beautiful and hard, she couldn’t help but touch it gently. She stroked him, and he growled. “On the bed,” he ordered.
“How do you want me?” she asked.
“I’m going to put my cock inside your sweet cunt and make you come so fucking hard for me, you’ll never want it to end. Then I’m going to flip you over and claim your ass. I’m going to fucking own it, Danielle.” A shiver moved through her, and his eyes dropped to her body. “You got that?”
“I got that.”
“Tell me you want my cock.”
“I want your cock,” she answered.
“Where?”
“Everywhere,” she said and moved to his bed. Her fingers slid along his bedding until she found a condom. She ripped it open. “Come here.” She sat and he stepped up to her, his cock level with her face. “I want to put this on you.”
He gripped the base of his shaft and held it as she pressed the rubber to his crown. His eyes watched carefully and he bit down, his jaw rippling as she rolled the tight sheath down the long, rigid length of him.
“Fuck.”
“Feel good?” she asked.
“As good as this feels.”
He sank to the floor, gripped her thighs to spread them and pushed her panties to the side so he could bury his face between her legs. His mouth pressed hungrily, his tongue sliding over her clit to prepare her for what was coming next.
“Yes,” she moaned, trembling at the sight of him licking her clit. She grabbed his hair, shamelessly rubbing her pussy against his face. He pushed a finger inside her, and she couldn’t believe how turned on she was or how close she was to climaxing. Her muscles clenched slightly, and he drew back.
Eyes dark, ravenous, he said, “Naked, and on your hands and knees. Right. Fucking. Now.”
She tore her clothes off, turned, and crawled to the middle of the bed. His agonized curses seeped under her skin as she pointed her ass at him.
He slid in behind her, his large palm going to her round cheek. Warm fingers caressed her skin…then he slapped. “Yes,” she cried out, rearing back against him as a delicious sting rocked through her, firing her up in a way she’d never known.
His cock slid between her legs and poised at her opening. He gripped her hips and plunged into her pussy, the new position filling her to the hilt. “Jack,” she moaned, her inner walls clenching.
“This is what you wanted, Danielle. This is what you need. Me fucking your sweet cunt until you cream all over me.” His hands gripped her hips for leverage, and his filthy words damn near boiled her blood. She seriously loved when he talked like that. He plowed into her, and she went down on one arm, the other going between her legs.
Hunger clawing at her, she rubbed her clit furiously, and Jack groaned and rocked into her, his strokes hard, demanding. “That is so sexy,” he said, an urgency in his voice.
In no time at all, her body grew tight around his cock, and pleasure sharpened between her legs. Her skin burned, and he burrowed deep when soft quakes grew into hard pulses around his cock. Blistering heat exploded inside her, and she came all over him. Her hot release dripped down her thighs, and more curses followed as his dick slid with her wetness, the massage clearly unhinging him.
With his cock still buried inside her, he leaned over her, his labored breaths hot on her skin. Warm lips trailed over her back as a finger went to her ass. “I need you. I need to fuck you everywhere.” He touched her ass lightly, gently, letting her get used to the feeling. A shudder moved through her when he opened the lubricant and removed the foil on the end. He screwed the cap back on, and she sucked in a breath when the cold liquid dripped into her seam.
He winced. “Sorry it’s so cold. Let me warm it up.” His fingers glided over the liquid, the friction heating the lube as well as her body. “Better?”
“Yeah.” She rocked against his finger, initiating more contact and enjoying the easy massage. Pressure tightened her body as he slowly, gently pushed a finger inside, stretching her open. He spent a long time touching and preparing her, pleasuring her in ways she’d never before known. She gave a small whimper as flames moved though her body.
“Fe
el okay?” he asked, the hand on her hip squeezing, tightening possessively, awakening a new kind of need in her.
“Different, but not in a bad way.”
“Good. Just let go, baby. I’ll catch you.”
She moved against him, rocked, letting him hit her in deeper places, and his breathing changed, followed by a low growl. She loved seeing him like this, feeling him inside her body. She gave an erotic whimper, wanting to do everything with him…
“You are so fucking beautiful, Danielle.”
The deep timbre of his voice reverberated through her, and she moaned, rattled by the things he made her feel. He slipped another finger inside, preparing her, and her heart caught. The man was just so sweet, so caring. She’d never felt so free, so safe with anyone before. She reared back as pleasure mounted, sensations rose. More…
“Slow, baby. Slow.”
“Jack, please,” she finally said, wanting this to happen, now.
A third finger entered, and her breath hitched at the tightness. She arched her back as he moved in and out, unhurried thrusts, the achingly slow pace teasing her. “You think you’re ready for my cock?”
Body shaking, she swallowed as waves of pleasure moved over her. “Yes.”
“I need you to relax,” he murmured, his voice a rough caress. He touched her back and began entering her slowly, directing the speed and depth as he inched into her. She winced as her ringed passage squeezed around him, and he slowed to let her gather her breath. His hand stroked her back, and he gave her a long moment to catch up. She finally moved against him, encouraging him to continue. He pushed deeper, and she exhaled, her whole body relaxing, letting him own her in the way he needed to.
“That’s it,” he moaned, ever so slowly inching himself in. The truth was, she was asking for him to hurry, but she loved that he was taking his time, despite the urgency she sensed in his body. She whimpered at the friction and strained to take all of him. Her fingers fisted, and she braced herself as he went deeper still. They gasped together. “I’m in, baby. You’re mine. All of you.” He groaned and squeezed her ass cheeks. “Say it.”
