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“But deputy, what did I do?” Lark purred, obediently opening the door as he stepped back. She got out, knowing perfectly well that her short skirt had ridden up, flashing leg all the way up to her crotch. At fact that wasn’t lost on Jack, judging by his hooded gaze.

She stole a glance at his crotch. Yeah, he was already harder than his nine-millimeter—and looked damn near twice as long. Lark licked her lips.

“Assume the position,” he growled.

She managed a startled blink. “But I haven’t done anything!”

“You know exactly what you’ve done,” Jack said in a heated rasp. “Now turn around, spread those feet apart, and brace your hands on the hood of the car.”

Lark swallowed and obeyed, leaning down to brace her hands on the warm steel.

He stepped up behind her and lean down to rumble in her ear, “I said spread those legs.” Her nipples hardened, rasping against the lace of her bra as she widened her stance. “Morrre,” he purred. “I want you nice and open for me.”

She did as he ordered, bracing her legs wide. She could feel cream trickling deep between her thighs.

“Very good. Now, let’s see what you’ve got.” Big, broad hands smoothed down the length of her arms, rubbing the silk of her sleeves against her skin. He took a step closer and leaned over her so that his hips snuggled against her butt. The hard ridge of his erection pressed between her bottom cheeks as he circled her waist with his warm, rough hands. As he slid them upward along her sensitive ribs, Lark let her eyes slip closed.

Without skipping a beat, he reached around and cupped her breasts. Her eyes flew wide as he boldly squeezed, rasping his thumbs over her hard nipples. Licking her lips, she remembered her role. “What…what do you think you’re doing?”

Jack laughed, the sound dark and male. “Hey, you’re the one who unbuttoned your shirt halfway to your navel. Guess you thought you could get out of a ticket by flashing a little cleavage.” He lowered his head until he could breathe into her ear, “But I’m afraid it’s gonna take a lot more than that.”

Skillfully, he hooked his thumbs in the cups of her bra and pulled downward. Her nipples popped free into the warm summer air.

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“Nice,” he rumbled, pulling the bra down even further until it caught under her breasts, pushing them up and together. “I just love a speeder with luscious tits.” He caught either side of her blouse and pulled. Buttons went flying.

“Deputy!” she gasped, feeling the hot burn of his eyes as he studied her bared flesh.

Long fingers stroked over her jutting nipples, sending sweet jolts of pleasure along her nerves. Delicately, he caught the hard tips between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, squeezing, twisting, tugging, milking waves of delight from her breasts. She twisted in the cage of his arms.

“Sensitive,” he mused. “Good. Let’s see what else we’ve got.”

Lark moaned in protest as he released her aching breasts and knelt behind her. His big hands circled her delicate ankles, then began to sweep up the length of her legs.

“You…shouldn’t be doing this,” she managed.

“Probably not, but there’s something about a skirt this short. It just makes me want to…” Reaching her ass, he paused to squeeze. “…find out what’s under it. Mmmm.

Thigh-high stockings. You
are
a bad girl.”

He leaned forward. She felt the cool brush of his helmet’s visor, and then his tongue running tauntingly up her thigh, before he caught the underside of one butt cheek in a gentle bite.

Lark squirmed.

A big, warm hand touched the inside of her thigh as he drew his thumb across the crotch of her panties. “Why, Ms. Anderson. Your panties are wet. If I didn’t know better, I’d think getting pulled over turned you on.”

“Nooo.” Yes. God, yes. She closed her eyes and moaned.

“I think this warrants further investigation.” Before she could move, he caught the fragile silk in both fists and jerked. Lark jolted in surprise as her panties ripped away from her body.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she gasped, looking around to see him holding the shredded fabric up to his nose.

He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of her passion, before stuffing the handful of lace in a pocket. “Just seizing the evidence. And now…” He took her ass in both big hands and pried her slim cheeks apart. “Let’s see what else we can find.”

Lark caught her breath as he leaned forward and gave the seam of her pussy a long lick. “Just as I thought,” he rumbled. “Creamy, and hot.” A long, thick finger slid between her lips to find the tender opening. She drew in a breath as he began to enter.

“And tiiight.” He slid in all the way to the knuckle, gliding in the thick juice that filled her. Withdrawing, he thrust deep again, adding a second finger this time. Scissoring the two apart, he twisted his wrist and thumbed the taut bead of her clit.

“God, Jack!” Lark moaned, panting. “That feels so good.”

“Yeaaahh.” He pumped deep again. “Oh, baby, you’re going to be doing some hard time.” Then he took his hand away. “But not quite yet.”

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Taming Jack

He stood. Instinctively, Lark arched her back, grinding her butt against him, feeling the long, thick length of his cock bulging against his zipper. “Jack, please,” she gasped.

“I said, not yet.” He grabbed one of her braced arms and pulled it behind her. She felt something cool close around her wrist with a click. As he grabbed her other wrist, she realized belatedly he was handcuffing her.

“Jack…” she whimpered, wildly excited.

“That’s ‘Deputy Ramsey’ to you,” he growled back. “And no, I’m not going to fuck you right now. It’s been six months since I’ve had any, and I need to take the edge off.”

He pulled her around by one shoulder. One corner of his handsome mouth lifted in a dark grin that held more than a little sneer. “‘Cause otherwise, I won’t be able to give you the long, grinding fuck you deserve.” Jack’s glittering black eyes narrowed. “Get down on your knees.” He reached for his fly.

Dazed, shivering, Lark dropped to her knees on the hard-packed dirt road. She didn’t even spare a thought to her expensive stockings. All she cared about was watching those big hands unzip his pants.

Leaving his gun belt on, Jack reached inside to liberate his massive cock from the placket of his jockies. As it jutted out at her, almost as thick as her wrist, she swallowed.

He stepped up to her, planting his booted feet on either side of her thighs.

Threading one hand through her hair, he caught the base of his cock with the other and aimed it for her lips. “Open your mouth,” Jack growled. “I’m going to blow my first load down your throat.”

With a whimper of need, she leaned forward and took him deep.

As Lark’s soft, wet mouth closed over his cock, it was all Jack could do not to climax on the spot. It had been so damn long since he’d touched her.

All he’d known for months was the driving compulsion to bring Heather’s killer to justice. Well, he’d done that. The D.A. had told him tonight that the confession Simpson had given them would guarantee a death sentence.
Jack was finally free.

Free to touch Lark again.

And he had no intention of thinking about the darkness that shadowed him, or even Gav’s threat to kill him if he couldn’t regain control. If this was all the time he’d ever have with her, he’d make the best of it. He’d protect her when the time came, but right now, he needed this. He’d earned it.

God, it felt so damn good, the way she sucked the head of his cock in long, eager pulls that made his balls draw tight. She gave him her mouth as she never had before.

Each lick and nibble and suck felt so hot and demanding, it filled him with a burning pleasure. Maddened, he found himself thrusting, fucking Lark’s face in short, delicious digs.

Jack shuddered, hunger clawing at his mind as he looked down at her, kneeling in the dirt working him with such single-minded hunger.

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He’d never dominated her like this, never wanted to. But now, the darkness that had been growing in him demanded it—demanded he fuck and claim her, mark her as his own.

What astonished him was the way she responded, submitting eagerly, as if the act answered some hidden need of hers as well.

Gasping, he tightened his grip on her hair and dragged her close, feeling his full length sliding into her mouth as, impossibly, she swallowed him down. Savage pleasure spun the length of his aching cock, and his balls tightened.

Then, with a last, drawing suck, she catapulted him right over the edge. Jack bellowed out his pleasure as he stiffened, shooting his cum down her eager throat.

Normally, an orgasm of such mind-blowing intensity would have finished him for the night. But that was the old, merely human Jack. This Jack, the Paladin Jack, still seethed with dark energies.

And he hadn’t had nearly enough Lark.

She had swallowed the last of his seed and was still gently suckling his softening shaft when he reached down, caught her under her arms, and jerked her off the ground.

Lark yelped in surprise as he waltzed her backward, lifted her, and bent her back over the hood of the car so he could reach those rosy little nipples. Ravenous for her, he immediately began to suckle each tight peak in turn as he squeezed and stroked her soft breasts.

“Jack!” she gasped, instinctively lifting both long legs to wrap them around his waist. With her wrists still handcuffed behind her, it was the only way she could hold onto him.

“You taste so damn good,” he growled. Closing his lips over the nearest nipple, he sucked and tongued the sweet, erect flesh. “And I’ve missed you so damn bad.”

And now, at last, he had her.

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Taming Jack

Chapter Five

Lark tightened her legs around Jack’s waist and moaned as each fierce pull of his lips wrung another delicious jolt of pleasure from her nipple.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this hot. Kneeling at Jack’s feet sucking him off had been one of the kinkiest things she’d ever done in her life. Not so much the act itself, but the way he’d demanded it of her, the way he’d fucked her throat like a conqueror.

Before, he’d always been a careful, gentle lover who treated her like spun glass.

Now he was wild, fierce, and hot, and she loved it.

Reaching between her legs with one big hand, Jack sought the tight opening of her pussy. Lark caught her breath as he found it and slid inside. “You’re wet,” he growled, lifting his head to fix her in his glittering black gaze. “That’s good. You need to be, because I’m about to fuck you.” His mouth curled up in a tight grin. “Hard.” The finger slid out, then slicked back inside. “Do you want it?”

Lark caught her breath as erotic delight coiled a tight knot in her sex. “Oh,
yesssss
!

Please, Jack!”

He circled her clit with his thumb and added another finger. It stretched her lusciously until she writhed in pleasure. “Begging. I like that. How do you want it?”

“Deep.” She groaned and arched her back, lifting her weight off her bound arms and thrusting her breasts upward. “Don’t hold back. You’ve got such a …AH!…big cock, Jack…”

“And you’re so tiny. I always wanted to pound into you, but I was afraid I’d hurt your delicate little pussy.” He added a third finger to the ones stretching her snug core.

“Now you’re so slick and tight, I don’t think I can resist. I’ve just got to spread you wide open and cram every single inch of my dick all the way inside. And then…then I’m going to ride you
hard
.”

Lark moaned as she lifted her high-heeled feet to brace them on the hood, spreading herself in voluptuous invitation. “Yeah,” she moaned. “Now—God, please, Jack, fuck me now!”

He looked down at her wet flesh as he stroked his fingers deep. “I don’t know, babe. I’m not sure you’re ready for what I’m going to do to you. I think I’d better get you a little hotter first.”

Catching her ass in both big hands, he bent his head and fastened his mouth over her pussy. Lark gasped, arching her body in ecstasy as he thrust his tongue right up her tight core.

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As he lapped between her lips and around her hard clit, he reached up her body for her bare, aching breasts. Strong fingers pinched and rolled her nipples while his long, clever tongue danced over sensitive flesh.

The orgasm took her by surprise, rolling out of nowhere to trip-hammer through her cunt and up her spine. Lark convulsed, screaming. “Jaaaaack!”

And still he suckled and stroked and flicked, dragging pulse after hot, orgasmic pulse from her sex. Until at last she collapsed on the car’s cooling hood, limp, boneless, and dazed.

Jack straightened to look down at her, his eyes dark with possessive satisfaction.

Then he stepped back, grabbed her by one hip, and flipped her onto her belly. She blinked and lifted her head to look around at him. “Jack?”

“Here it comes, baby.” His eyes glittered with lust as he put the smooth head of his cock against her cream-slicked opening. His grin was a savage slash of white under his mustache. “Oh, yeah, here it comes.”

“Jack!” Lark whimpered the instant before he rammed the entire thing inside in one shattering stroke.

As he stuffed her with that long, relentless thrust, she threw back her head in shock.

She felt his massive cock raking through wet, sensitized tissues as he drove himself in all the way to the balls. Until, completely impaled, she could only squirm on the hood of the car. “Oohhhhhhh!”

For a moment he didn’t move, as though savoring the tight grip of her wet cunt. At last he lowered his head and said into her ear, “Now
this
is where I’ve wanted to be for the past six months.”

“I hope,” she wheezed, “it lives up to your expectations!”

He laughed and slowly began pulling out. “Oh, yeah. You are anything but a disappointment.”

Eyes lit in dark joy, he started fucking her, just as mercilessly as he’d threatened.

As many times as they’d made love, he’d never taken her like this—in long, almost brutal thrusts that jarred her ass every time he pounded home. It was almost too much, even as aroused as she was. Bound, stretched across the cool metal of the car hood as he covered her with his powerful body, all she could do was writhe as his cock tunneled in and out. She’d never felt as helpless in her life…or as turned on.

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