by Lora Leigh
“Thank you,” she whispered as he pulled back and stared up at him, those tears still filling her eyes. “Thank you, Jazz.”
He brushed one from her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Don’t thank me, sweetheart. No thanks are needed. Just remember, I’m right outside the door.”
“You won’t let me go,” she whispered. It wasn’t a question.
“No, Kenni,” he promised. “I won’t let you go.”
Releasing her to her father once more, he turned and left her with her family.
He had a chance, he told himself. A chance was all he needed to ensure she always ran back to him.
Where she belonged.
* * *
Joining Slade and Zack on the front steps he sat down slowly, glanced at them, and let out a hard breath.
“She’ll be safe now.” Once Luce was taken care of, once Kin justice took care of her, then Kenni’s life would be hers again.
“Looks like it,” Zack agreed.
“Tell her you love her yet?” Slade asked, the amusement in his voice pulling a frown to his brow.
Jazz frowned. “She knows.” Didn’t she?
“Bet she don’t,” Slade murmured.
“A hundred says she doesn’t have a clue,” Zack bet.
“Two hundred she moves in with Daddy within twenty-four hours.”
“A thousand says there’s not a chance in hell…” Jazz wouldn’t allow it.
24 Hours Later
Jazz let her get as far as packing that single leather pack she’d brought from the house days before. Sitting back in the easy chair next to the balcony doors, he kept his mouth shut and just watched and listened.
“Everything is still so messed up,” she was saying. “Daddy’s really upset over Luce…”
No doubt, bitch had killed his wife and conspired to kill his daughter. What had Luce expected? Rather than turning her over to Clan justice, though, Vinny had turned her over to his bosses, a division of the Department of Justice. One that didn’t look kindly on anyone attempting to sell their secrets.
“It won’t be for long…” Kenni continued.
Jazz just waited.
“Sawyer and Deacon will feel more comfortable as well,” she stated.
Fuckers, both of them, he thought furiously.
“You’ll have your life back, Jazz.” Her voice cracked when that slipped out of her mouth.
He stared back at her, his arm propped on the chair, one finger sliding back and forth over his chin.
Kenni’s gaze flickered nervously. “Jazz?”
“I love you, Kenni,” he said.
She seemed to freeze before her lips trembled in reaction. “What did you say?”
Jazz rose from the chair and moved to her slowly.
“Didn’t you know, Kenni, that I love you?” How could she not have known?
Her gaze flickered hesitantly. “How would I know?” she asked, barely above a whisper. “You never told me, Jazz.”
Fine, he hadn’t said the words, but surely he’d showed her. Hell, he knew he had.
“So actions don’t matter?” he questioned, stopping several feet from her.
“I didn’t say that,” she pointed out, frowning back at him now. “But the words are important too, Jazz. They’re very important.”
Yes they were, he admitted silently. They were very important. But some actions were just as important.
“You never protested that I didn’t wear a condom,” he said softly. “Are you on birth control?”
“No,” she whispered, linking her fingers together when she could find nothing else to do with her hands.
“I could be carrying twenty different diseases, Kenni.” He glared down at her in reproof.
To that, she shook her head slowly. “Jessie told me about sleeping with you,” she admitted. “And how particular you were about condoms since you began having sex. I didn’t fear diseases in the least, Jazz.”
“And you didn’t question why you were the only woman I’ve fucked without one?”
“I wondered.” Naked, hungry need filled her face now.
“You told me you loved me.” His dick was so hard he wondered if his zipper would survive it. “While I was coming inside you … How can you leave me, Kenni, if you love me?”
“Jazz…” she whispered breathlessly as he jerked his shirt off, then his hands moved to his jeans.
“Undress,” he growled. “Take those damned clothes off before I tear them off you.”
Stripping his jeans, he decided she was out of time.
“Kendra Maddox, I love you with every breath in my body.”
Her lips parted on a gasp and Jazz took full advantage of it. Covering them, his tongue penetrated, found hers, and licked at it with hungry demand.
The little sleeveless T-shirt she wore was easy to tear from her. The material was that thin and fragile. The button popped from her shorts, the zipper might have torn, either way they slid down her legs to pool at the floor.
Her panties were easier than her shirt.
It barely took any effort at all to tear them off her ass. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Damned good thing, he decided, lifting his head.
“Pretty, sweet nipples,” he whispered, lowering his head, suckling one of the tight, hard points between his lips.
* * *
Kenni arched against him.
It was so good. So wicked and hot.
Sharp pleasure exploded from the hard point, racing through her nervous system to stoke the flames heating her clit and the aching tissue of her vagina to a conflagration of need.
Her juices spilled from her, moist heat that made the ache sharper.
What was it about Jazz that made her feel drunk, intoxicated with the pleasure he could give her?
When his head rose Kenni whimpered at the loss of sensation, needing more. No matter how much or how often he touched her, she needed more.
“Your nipples are so hard,” he crooned, stroking his thumb over a sensitive tip. Kenni’s breath caught as sizzling reaction raced through the tight bud.
“Like that, don’t you, baby?” he whispered.
“You know I do.” She could barely breathe for the fiery sensation streaking from her nipple to her clit, then to the clenched depths of her vagina.
“I want to know everything you like, Kenni,” he whispered, his lips lowering to feather against hers as he spoke. “Everything that makes your nipples hard. Everything that makes your pussy wetter.”
Her breath caught. Sensation flashed across her flesh before whipping to her womb with clenching pleasure.
His hand lifted from her breast, threaded through her hair, and tilted her head back for a hungry, mind-blowing kiss.
At least it blew her little mind.
Parting her lips his tongue swept over hers, drawing a ragged cry from her throat.
When his head lifted they were both breathless. And Kenni was greedy. She was hungry, dying to feel him, touch him—taste him. Because she knew no matter the pleasure she gave him, he’d give her back far more.
When his head lifted her lips moved to his chest. Broad, powerful muscles flexed beneath her lips and tongue. As she moved lower, rasping her nails against his side, her lips and tongue tasted more of his flesh. Ached for more.
The broad, engorged head of his cock throbbed as she curved her fingers beneath it, stroking down the shaft, fascinated by the satin-over-iron feel of it. It wasn’t just the feel of him she needed, though. It was the taste of him. The taste of his need, of his pleasure.
Swiping her tongue over the engorged crest, she didn’t expect the taste of salt and male arousal to explode over her senses as it did. Lowering herself until she knelt in front of him, Kenni parted her lips over the swollen head, feeling it flex and throb against her tongue, filling her mouth as the explicit, erotic act had a slick rush of moisture rushing from her vagina.
“That’s the way, baby,” he groaned as her mouth tightened on the hard h
ead of his cock, invading it. “That’s it. Suck my cock sweet and tight.”
The earthy words were almost as arousing as having the hard shaft working between her lips.
Stroking the heavy shaft from the base to just below her lips as it moved over the engorged head of his erection, Kenni sucked the wide flesh as deep as she dared.
Erotic hunger singed her senses, dazed her mind.
What had ever made her believe she could walk away from him? He was more essential to her than breathing.
His caressing fingers tightened in her hair as she lashed at the underside of his cock with her tongue. Rolling her tongue against the highly reactive spot, she was rewarded with another of those heavy male groans.
Shards of pleasure-pain exploded through her scalp as his fingers pulled at her hair, his hips flexing, shifting as he thrust against her suckling lips.
“Ah, Kenni, how fucking pretty,” he groaned. “Hell, you’re killing me.”
Her lips tightened, drawing harder on his flesh as she became lost in the physical sensations. Waves of rapture so intense that she wondered for a moment if she should fear them washed over her, triggered by his pleasure rather than her own.
The heavy crest moved past her lips, shuttling against them, stroking over her tongue as Kenni fought to hold it in her mouth as long as possible. His hands tightened in her hair, his strokes shorter, harder.
“Ah fuck,” he groaned, his cock head flexing in her mouth “Kenni, baby, move back.” He released her hair, but she wasn’t about to let him go.
“Kenni, if I spill in your mouth, you’ll take it all,” he growled, sexual dominance strengthening the words. “You hear me?”
He was close. She could hear it in his voice, feel it in the hard throb of the crest of his cock. Working her mouth over it, her tongue rubbing at it, her only thought to push him over that edge of release. She needed this. She needed all of him.
A hard groan was her only warning. The sound of it rasping from his throat. A second later the throbbing head buried deeper and the first pulse of his release erupted in the suckling depths of her mouth.
The salt-and-midnight taste of him was intoxicating. Each pulse of semen only made her hungrier, needier.
It wasn’t just one ejaculation, there were multiple heavy pulses of the dark taste erupting in the suckling heat of her mouth. And she consumed them. She consumed him.
Seconds later he pulled free of her hold and before Kenni realized his intent he lifted her from her knees only to turn and toss her to the bed.
Pushing the tangled curls from her face Kenni stared up at him, her gaze heavy-lidded at the sight of his rapidly hardening erection.
“I’ve kept a hard-on since I first laid eyes on you,” he growled. “And I swear every time I look at you my dick thinks it has to be hard.”
“That’s a good thing,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Spread your legs. Let me see what you really think about it.”
Kenni spread her legs, slowly. As she did her hands lifted to cup her swollen breasts, her fingers finding the torturously hard tips of her nipples.
* * *
Jazz didn’t know which sight was prettier, the plump, honey-slick folds of her juice-laden pussy or those graceful fingers playing with her nipples. He knew what he was dying to taste, though.
Moving to the bed he stretched out between her thighs, licking his lips at the sweet, feminine scent drifting to him.
He pushed her thighs farther apart, watching as she gripped her nipples firmly, her fingers rolling over them faster.
She was close. The engorged, reddened bud of her clit extended fully from its hood, seeking enough sensation to flood her with ecstasy.
But not yet. He wanted to feel her orgasm exploding around his dick as he pumped his release inside the snug depths of her pussy.
Before that … Hell, he just wanted to taste her.
* * *
Kenni couldn’t control the cry that tore from her lips at the first lick of Jazz’s tongue through the sensitive folds of her pussy. She was certain that first lick would send her over the edge. She was primed, so ready for the explosion that when it didn’t come her eyes jerked open, her gaze going immediately to meet Jazz’s.
Wicked, erotic, his eyes were such an electric blue they almost glowed. And the intent she read there had a grin tugging at her lips.
“Afraid you can’t make me come more than once?” she asked, her voice throaty to her own ears.
His brow lifted. “I have before.”
“Purely by accident,” she assured him, knowing better.
“Accident?” He had the audacity to laugh. “Baby, bad things happen to liars.”
“Liar? How do I know it wasn’t an accident? It’s not like you actually let me know it was planned.”
The opportunity was there and too perfect to resist.
“You’re going to regret that tonight,” he assured her.
“Promises, promises.” She just wanted to come. He’d make her wait. Torture her if she let him.
He smiled. A slow, wicked, erotic smile that had her heart racing, her vagina clenching.
“Three orgasms before I fuck you,” he predicted. “Two after that and the last one…” Wry amusement curled his lips. “The last one will probably kill us both.”
“The first one now.” She was at the point of begging.
Jazz only chuckled. “Not hardly, baby.”
Instead of lowering his head to the aching flesh between her thighs, he rose over her.
Electric lust gleamed in his eyes as he brushed her fingers away from her nipples and lowered his lips to them instead.
“I was joking,” she whimpered. Knowing the torture would be worse now. “Jazz…”
His lips surrounded a nipple, sucked it into his mouth, and his tongue began to play. With one hand lying low on her stomach, his teeth surrounded the tip with searing pleasure-pain for just a second before he suckled at it with firm, hot draws of his mouth.
When she was certain flames would engulf her entire body he repeated each lick, nip, and hungry draw to the other stiff peak. And each time she tried to touch him he pushed her hands aside until finally he captured both her wrists in one hand, stretched them above her head, and went back to killing her with pleasure.
Perspiration slicked her body. Heat licked over her flesh as he played with each hard tip. Until finally he captured one between his lips, drawing on it tighter, harder … The lashing pleasure shot straight to her womb, bowed her body instantly and exploded in a shower of exquisite pleasure.
No, he had not just done that.
But he had, and he proved it as he moved to her other nipple. With expert licks, nips, and draws of his hot mouth he had brilliant heat cascading through her in an orgasm that rocked her senses.
No sooner had she began catching her breath than she felt the leather shackling her wrists above her head. Tugging at the restraints, she stared up at the lust-tightened features watching her carefully.
“I can’t touch you like this,” she whispered desperately. She needed to touch him.
“You make me lose control,” he whispered, his voice rough, hungry. “Besides, this way all you have to do is feel good.
Feel good? This way he could torture her easier.
His lips lowered between her breasts, moving down her body as his hands stroked along an inner thigh. She was so wet, her juices spilling from her vagina, that her thighs were damp as well.
“Two down,” he murmured. “One to go.”
Okay, her clit, she thought, shocked at how quickly arousal rose inside her after her release.
Jazz didn’t do anything quickly, though. With her restrained he had not just quick access, but full control. And he made use of it.
His tongue worked around her swollen clit, moving close but never actually creating the friction she needed to orgasm.
With her legs spread wide, knees bent, he devoured the swollen folds below, licking over them
as his fingers eased along the narrow valley below the entrance to her vagina.
His fingertips found her rear entrance, pressing against it, entering as his mouth covered her clit.
Not enough.
Her head tossed, her hips arching forward to create the needed friction. Each push against his lips pushed his finger deeper past her anal entrance. When she was begging for it another finger joined the first and penetrated the tight ring of muscles.
Using the natural lubrication spilling from her vagina he was pumping his fingers inside her, fucking her rear with the same deep, bold thrusts he’d used when pushing inside her pussy.
His lips tightened on her clit, suckling it deep, harder. His tongue flicked at it, rubbed against it, then pressed …
“Oh God…” Like a trigger. His tongue pressed at the side of the swollen bud, rubbed and flicked and sent shocking, fiery explosions tearing through her.
Her muscles tightened, locked in place as his fingers moved along the incredible, nerve-laden ring tightening around them. Brilliant white light infused her senses and sent her hurtling into a release that had her sobbing his name.
Waves of ecstasy battered at her senses as she shuddered in his hold. Her body jerked, trembled until the aftershocks eased to a few little ripples racing up her spine.
And it wasn’t enough.
She whimpered as her vagina clenched and flexed. The additional hunger almost torturous to her now oversensitized body.
“This is the part I like.” Jazz’s voice was guttural and rough. “Every time you come it’s like your pussy gets tighter. It’s going to be so tight, baby, that the pleasure and pain will…”
The head of his cock moved into place, pressing against her then thrusting. Just as quickly he withdrew, only to push in again.
Three hard, agonizingly escalating thrusts and she was coming around the shuttling length of his cock as he buried it to the hilt inside her.
She was screaming his name as she felt her wrists release. Coming over her, Jazz gripped her hip and began moving against her. Even as her release rained around the head of his cock he was driving her higher, pushing her into a supernova she could feel reaching out for her.
