Bolt (Storm Runner's MC 1) (3 page)

“What did you do?”

“We took care of them. They were bad men, Anna. Your friends weren’t the first innocent people they’d killed and I doubt they’d have been the last. They deserved what they got.” His face was tense, his body coiled, and she knew he was waiting for her to leave.

Once upon a time she’d have been out the door, gone, as soon as he’d admitted to killing someone, even if it was for her. But her life had changed in only a few days and things weren’t as black and white as they’d once been. She agreed with Jack. Those men deserved whatever fate befell them.

“Come to bed,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “I need you in me tonight.”

He opened his eyes, looked at her, then smiled.

He pushed her back against the soft sheets and then reclined next to her, leaning over her on an elbow, staring at her face.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Your eyes haunted me when I went in to get coffee a few weeks ago.”

She smiled. “I wondered if you were ever going to tell me that.” His lips quirked and then he leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue sliding between the seam of her lips to dance with her own. He tasted like mint against her, sharp and sweet. Their first two encounters had been so erotic, but so rushed and she wanted him slow tonight. Hard in her, but soft on her.

When she pulled away from his lips, he moved to kiss her torso right above the navel, pushing up her t-shirt as he went. The wet spots he left behind were cool on her overheated skin. He moved over her. The hair of his legs brushed against the soft skin of hers and she lost herself in the sensation of his body, the gathered strength in his arms, the rough glide of his palms over her.

When her breasts were bare to him, he took a deep breath and just stared. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. “I’d do anything for you, to be with you like this.” He took a breast in each hand and felt the weight and shape of them, then slid his hands down to cup them and offered one to his mouth.

His lips took the bud into the wet heat of his mouth and he sucked slowly, running his tongue around it. She arched her back, offering him everything. Anything.

He moved to the other breast, gave it the same pleasure he’d given the first one. Her center was growing warmer, melting in the heat of his embrace. His tongue worked over her skin, every second of contact making her wilder to have him inside her.

She moved so that her legs were between his and arched up against him, rolling her pussy against his jeans. The heat from her body must have reached him, because he growled and lowered himself to grind against her. The friction of his pants made her shake, and she spread her legs wider, pulling back her knees to give him more room.

“Lose the pants,” she said, panting, wanting him skin to skin with her.

He was up in a flash, pulling off the jeans he’d put on after the shower before returning to her and settling between her legs. He took his cock in his hand and pressed the head against her clit. The heated contact made her cry out.

“You like that?” He ran his erection up and down her cleft, spreading her wetness over her sensitive skin. “What about this?”

“Yes, Jack. Please.” She fisted her hands in the sheets. “Please.”

“Not yet,” he laughed. “I’m going to fill your pussy when I’m ready.” He returned his head to her breasts and rasped his tongue over her nipples while he slowly stroked her center with his hard erection. She knew he was covered in her arousal, she could feel it dripping out of her faster as he licked her harder, took her ass in his hands to press her flush against his cock.

When she was ready to beg, he changed the angle of his hands and without warning drove into her body. Anna almost wept with gratitude when his big cock bottomed out in her, stretching her around it. He didn’t wait for her to adjust, but he didn’t have to—she was so wet and slick and hot. She could feel herself around him, clenching him as he moved deeply into her, then pulled almost all the way out. Back in. Out again.

He set a punishing rhythm and Anna matched him stroke for stroke, reaching out to run her nails over his chest, pushing her hips up to meet his thrusts. When she rolled her torso so that he entered at a different angle, he groaned and started moving faster.

“Touch your clit,” he growled, kissing her almost before the words were out.

She reached down and circled the hard nub, close to overwhelmed. His mouth was hard and his cock was making her come, driving her closer—crazy, hot, shattering.

She pinched her clit and fell over the edge. The ripples of her muscles around his cock must have been too much for him, because he drove deeply into her one more time and then came, exploding inside her.

The next morning he came in with coffee and toast from the kitchen. “We can go get something to eat if you want.”

“That’s right,” she marveled. “I’m free to come and go as I please again. I need to get to my apartment, get some of my things.” She looked out the window and smiled at the sunny street, at the day full of possibilities.

“Where do you want to go?” Jack studied her face, waiting to see whether she’d leave his life as quickly as she’d entered.

“Nowhere,” she said, sitting back down on the bed. “I just want to be here with you.” He smiled and leaned down to take her mouth in a passionate kiss.

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Exposed 4: To Another (A Curvy, BBW, MFM Romantic Erotica)

Sleeping Sexy (Erotic Fairy Tales)

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