The Legend of Jane

by Jessica Clare

  “That sounds so sexy.”

  “Doesn’t it?” He continued walking to one of the back rooms and then set her gently down on a long wooden table.

  Luanne glanced around the room in surprise. It was tiny, with only one mirrored window and two chairs. Nothing hung on the walls. As she sat on the edge of the table, watching Hank, he moved to the outside of the door and returned a moment later.

  “Where’d you go?”

  “Turned off the camera for the interrogation.” He leaned in and kissed her. “Unless you felt like showing the world how Jane gets out of an arrest?”

  She stilled. His deliberate stress of the word “Jane” told her everything she needed to know. If she wanted to continue to be Jane, well, he’d live with it. “You don’t mind?”

  “You’re an adult, Luanne. I can’t make you do anything. And I just want you to be happy. We’ll figure something out.”

  Affection swelled in her chest and she had to blink back sudden sappy tears. “I don’t want to show anyone how Jane makes love to Hank. I want to show everyone how Luanne makes love to Hank.”

  Hank paused, watching her for a long moment, and then his hand slid up to cup her cheek. “You want to make love to me, Luanne?”

  She nodded and gave him a cheeky grin. “Actually, I’d prefer if we kept the cameras off, though.”

  “That, I can do.” He leaned in to kiss her. “You sure you want to take this step?”

  “Absolutely. I keep throwing myself at you but you’re playing hard to get.”

  He raked a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “I don’t have a condom.”

  “It’s okay. I’m on the pill and clean. As long as you’re clean as a whistle, we’re good.”

  “I don’t think my whistle’s ever been dirtied much,” he admitted ruefully.

  She grinned and undid the first button on his shirt. “We can fix that for you, lickety split.”

  He groaned. “Don’t say the word ‘lick’ or I might lose track of my thoughts.”

  “Can I show you instead, then?” She leaned in and popped the second button of his uniform, then pressed her mouth against the vee of skin revealed. “Mmm, delicious.”

  “You’re the one who’s delicious.”

  “We can both be delicious.” She pulled him closer, settling the weight of him between her spread thighs and smiling up at him. Then one hand slid to cup his ass and she tilted her head, as if judging the quality. “Nice and tight. I approve of your butt, Officer.”

  “I thought this was my interrogation.”

  “Looks a bit like I’ve turned it into my exploration.” She slid her other hand between two more buttons of his shirt, and pouted when she discovered a white undershirt instead of bare skin. “You are wearing entirely too many clothes.”

  “And here I thought women liked a police uniform.”

  “Oh, they do.” She squeezed his ass again. Lord knew that she sure liked looking at him while he was in uniform. It did naughty things to her insides. “I’m thinking you should keep it on.”

  His smile was slow and sexy. “Were you planning on getting me out of it?”

  “Parts of you.” And she moved her hand from his ass to his cock, testing his reaction. Of course, her own reaction was one of surprise…and then pleasure. “Oh my. It seems my officer’s packing quite a lot of heat in his uniform.”

  Hank groaned as her hand rubbed up and down his shaft in a slow, exploratory way. “You’re a tease.”

  “I’m not,” she said playfully. “A tease implies that one is going to be left unsatisfied. And that’s not part of my plans at all.”

  “You have this all planned out, do you?” His hand slid to her calf and then he raised her leg, hitching it around his waist.

  Now she was reaching directly between them to stroke his cock. If she pulled her hand away, he’d be pressed up against the apex of her thighs…and she rather liked that thought. The low pulse of desire coursing through her veins began to centralize in her hips.

  “I do have it all planned out,” she admitted, her breath coming in quick little pants. Actually, she didn’t have anything planned, but he seemed mesmerized by her boldness, and she was taking that ball and running with it. She liked that he let her take the lead. It was just another thing in their relationship that felt so very right. “First, I’m going to take off my top and amaze you with my breasts. And then I’m going to strip off my pants and amaze you with my long, sexy legs. And then I’m going to lie back on this table and unzip this monster out of your pants.”

  And she stroked his cock once more.

  Hank groaned again, and leaned in to kiss her, hitching her legs tighter around his waist. It pressed his cock against her hand hard, squeezing both between her thighs. His tongue plunged into her mouth and he kissed her with a brutal, fierce kiss that spoke of all kinds of need and left her breathless.

  So much for her taking the lead in bed. Screw that. Him getting all fierce with her? Just as sexy and just as exciting. She wiggled on the table, looking up at him, breathless, waiting to see what he’d do next.

  Hank leaned down and tugged on her lower lip with his teeth, playing with the soft flesh and then slicking it with his tongue. She whimpered in surprise at that. He felt delicious. “If you take off your own shirt, Luanne, you’ll deny me the pleasure of doing it for you.”

  “Who am I to rob you of such things?” she said in a light, playful tone that seemed just a bit shaky. “Be my guest.”

  His hands tugged at the hem of her shirt and then he pulled it over her head, revealing the gray sports bra she wore underneath and had forgotten about. She grimaced up at him. “I swear I have sexier lingerie. I really do. I just wasn’t expecting you tonight.”

  A chuckle escaped him. “You look incredibly sexy in this. Don’t sell yourself short.”

  “I’ll look better without it.”

  His eyes narrowed and she could tell that turned him on. “Show me, then.”

  She tugged her sports bra off as gracefully as she could—considering it was a slip-on sort of thing, it wasn’t all that graceful. But the look in his eyes when he saw her bared breasts made her forget all about grace and elegance and things like that.

  “You’re gorgeous.” His hand cupped a breast, hefting the slight weight of it as if stunned by the feel.

  She arched against his hand, pressing her breast against his palm. “Touch me more, Hank. Please. I want your hands all over me.”

  He obliged her, one large hand continuing to caress and stroke her breast while the other began a leisurely exploration of her bared torso. The backs of two fingers trailed lightly down her rib cage and then over the flat length of her stomach, stopping briefly at the dip of her navel.

  She shivered in response, the light touch sending shockwaves of response through her, her nipples hard and aching. Luanne glanced up at him, but he was staring down at her bared skin with an intense look of concentration on his face. As if she were the most important thing in the world at this moment.

  And that was a heady feeling.

  His trailing fingers moved to her side and then around her back, lightly tracing up and down her spine in a soothing, rubbing motion that made her want to come out of her skin. When she looked up at him again, he was gazing back at her, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

  “For a rather tall woman, you sure are small and soft in my arms, Luanne.”

  Her hands went to his shoulders, pulling him close again. “You say the sweetest things.”

  They kissed once more, the kiss a bit more intense and urgent. His hand went to her shoulder and he gently pushed her onto the table.

  She leaned back until her skin touched the cool surface of the table, and her head leaned over the far side, her tousled hair spilling over the edge. She felt like a platter to be devoured, which was rather exciting all in itself. His large hands smoothed over her belly and paused at her hips, and as she stared up at him, he began to tug down the rest of her clothing
.

  A moment later, she was bare and sprawled on the table before him, her long legs hanging over the edge. Hank groaned at the sight of her and then leaned down to press a light kiss to her belly button. “So beautiful.”

  For once, witty comebacks escaped her and she shivered with expectant excitement on the table.

  He hovered over her belly for a long moment, pressing light kisses there, and just when she was about to turn blue in the face from holding her breath, he slid a bit lower and pressed another kiss to the top of her mound. Her breath exploded from her lungs, causing him to look up with a grin. “Too much?”

  “No,” she breathed. “Keep going.”

  Hank did, sliding a bit farther down and kissing his way until he reached the slick lips of her sex. He ran a finger along the seam, and she moaned in response. She was completely wet for him. When he continued to tease her, she lifted her hips, trying to encourage him to go deeper, to slide a finger home and help her ease some of the tension in her body.

  But he only continued to tease her, stroking back and forth as she twisted on the table, raising her hips repeatedly.

  “Hank, please,” she panted, desperate with need.

  Just when she thought she could stand it no longer, he relented in the torture and she felt his thumb stroke along her wet slit one last time, and then sink deep to touch her clit. She moaned at the fierce bolt of pleasure that rocketed through her. Oh god, that felt so good. Her moan turned into whimpers when his thumb remained in place and began to lightly stroke, back and forth.

  “Haaank,” she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her hips bucking against his thumb. He was driving her mad with desire. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop—”

  “So come,” he said in a low, husky voice.

  She shook her head. “I want to come with you inside me.”

  He groaned then, showing her that he didn’t have nearly as much control as he seemed to. He paused in his stroking, and then his hand lifted. She almost cried out in disappointment, but instead, she heard the sound of his buckle coming undone. She lifted her head and leaned back on her elbows, watching as he removed his belt and slowly unzipped his pants. He shoved them and his boxers down to his knees, and then she was staring right at his rather impressive erection.

  “Good man,” she told him with an appreciative purr. Luanne was rather pleased that he was big all over. There was nothing small about Hank Sharp. Thank God for that.

  He leaned his big body down over the table to kiss her, and she was pinned between him and the unyielding wood, and the sensation was delicious and naughty. She wrapped her legs around him, wriggling underneath him at the feel of his scalding flesh pressed against her own. And as they kissed, he slowly rubbed up and down against her until she was panting with need.

  “Inside me,” she whispered.

  “You’re a bossy woman, Luanne Allard,” he murmured against her lips, but she felt him slip a hand between them. In the next moment, she felt his cock poised at the entrance of her sex.

  “You like that.”

  “I do,” he said, and with a surge, he buried himself deep inside her.

  Luanne gasped at the jolt. It had been a while since she’d had sex, and the feel of him inside her came as a bit of a surprise to her body. A pleasant, delicious surprise, she decided, her toes curling with desire. She could feel his big length inside of her, filling her, his weight on top of her, and the waves of desire threatened to overwhelm her. “You feel so good.”

  “You feel better,” he murmured, rising up until he loomed over her. She imagined how decadent it must look from his point of view, her spread on the table before him, pinned to his body by their joined hips. He grasped her hips and pulled her a bit farther down on the table, and then slowly pulled out, then thrust deep again.

  The walls of her sex were so slick with need that the swift stroke sent little pulses of delight echoing through her. “More.”

  He obliged, thrusting deep again, and then began a slow and steady rhythm of thrusts that had her reaching backward and clinging to the lip of the table. Each thrust seemed to fill her perfectly, to hit all the right spots inside her. They were made for each other.

  His hands gripped her hips tightly and he continued to thrust, the motions becoming rougher and fiercer the longer he pounded into her, and the slow burn of desire began to turn into a raging inferno. Before long, she was crying out his name and demanding that he fuck her harder, and every time she begged for more, he gave her more. Soon, the table was rocking with the force of his attentions, and her legs were curling around his waist, locked tight, and she was babbling his name, incoherent with pleasure.

  Her release took her by surprise. She was just about to suggest that he reach between them and touch her to bring her off, when his next stroke sank deep and seemed to rub against something inside her that made her body go off in a jillion fireworks. She gave a small scream, clenching around him, her body spasming with her orgasm. Over her, she heard him swear and then his thrusts became erratic. She felt him spill inside her, his hands clenching her hips tight, and then he slowly fell down over her, pillowing his head on her breasts as he panted and tried to get his breath back.

  Her hands went to his hair and she played with it a little. God, this man was sexy. She was a lucky, lucky woman.

  After a long minute of cuddling, he pulled away from her body, grabbed some tissue from a nearby box on a desk in the corner, and handed her a few. “Should probably clean up. I’m sorry I don’t have anything better than this.”

  “That’s fine,” she said, noticing how bright red his ears were. So cute. He was embarrassed now.

  Hank hitched his pants back up around his waist and gestured at the door. “I should, uh, check on the phones to make sure that I didn’t miss a call. It’d be bad if it rang to one of the on-call officers and he showed up at the station to see what was going on.”

  “That would be bad,” she agreed in a blissful voice. “And then you’ll be back?”

  He stared at her, dazed. And then a slow grin spread across his face. “And then I’ll be back.”

  * * *

  By the time they’d been dating two months, Hank and Luanne were a definite couple. Emily joked that they were joined at the hip, and most in town figured she was probably right.

  After all, it had only taken a week or two of Luanne’s help around the station before Officer Sharp (senior) decided that they needed an office manager to help run the small police station. Someone who was good with computers and spreadsheets, had ideas for how to make things easier, could run the website, and could keep the place running smoothly while the officers went out and did their jobs instead of being bogged down with technical stuff.

  It was the perfect job for her, really. It didn’t pay anything close to what her investment jobs had, but that was okay, too. She was happier than she’d ever been, and living with Hank meant that they didn’t have to bring in a ton of money anyhow. Rent was cheap in Bluebonnet, and they carpooled to work. People joked that they acted like an old married couple, living together, working together, and maybe they did. Maybe that was boring to most people, but to Luanne and Hank, it was pretty damn nice. They even went fishing together on a regular basis, and Luanne helped Emily continue her renovations on the Peppermint House, even if she didn’t see the appeal in hanging wallpaper or things like that. She just liked spending time with her sister.

  Everyone was content. And if Hank tended to murmur a few “I love yous” over the police scanner when he knew Luanne was listening, the other officers just pretended not to hear them. Or her somewhat risque responses that were designed to make Hank’s ears turn red.

  As for the Legend of Jane, well, Jane posted a few more videos and then quietly went away. As attention spans were always short on the Internet, it wasn’t long before the world pretty much forgot about a crazy stunt blogger and her ridiculous ideas. The hits on her webpage slowly trailed off to a trickle, and when the m
oney went away, Luanne took down her page. She thought she might regret it and the loss of income.

  But instead, all she felt was an overwhelming sense of freedom.

  The only person she ever had to be again was Luanne Allard. Boring, plain, too-tall Luanne Allard. And that was just fine with her. After all, boring, too-tall Hank Sharp liked her just the way she was.

  About the Author

  Jessica Clare is the New York Times bestselling author of the Bluebonnet series, as well as the Billionaire Boys Club novels. She also writes under the names Jill Myles and Jessica Sims, and has a day job in finance. Jessica lives in Texas with her husband and cats, spending her time writing, reading, writing, playing video games, and doing even more writing.

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