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Authors: Moira Rogers

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She moaned into his mouth and bit him back.
“Anything, Jack.”

His belt still lay over the back of a nearby
chair, easily within reach. Jack pushed himself upright and watched
her face as he reached out and caught the roughened leather. “Hold
up your hands.”

Her breath hitched, but she complied
wordlessly.

Jack slid the gun holsters from the belt and
left them on the chair. Then he wrapped the leather around her
wrists and tightened it just enough to hold them trapped together
without being uncomfortable. “Put your hands over your head and
leave them there. If you move, I’m going to find something to tie
you to.”

Ginny made a soft noise and rubbed her hips
against him. She kept her eyes fixed on his as she stretched her
arms out over her head. “What do I do?”


Hopefully? You come so
hard you forget your name.”

Ginny began to ache as Jack stared down at
her, talking about orgasms and looking at her like she was a juicy
plum he was about to bite into. “And I can’t move my hands?”


No.” The corner of his
mouth ticked up as his palm came to rest on the curve of her hip.
“Though maybe I shouldn’t be trusting you to listen. I saw how well
that went last night.”


Last night? Your
punishments weren’t very discouraging.” Her skin heated at the
memories. “If anything, you were forcing me to behave
badly.”

He shrugged and reached up to tease around
her nipple with a barely-there touch. “What can I say? I love a
woman who behaves badly.”


I must be a dream, then,”
she murmured, smiling as she trembled.

His fingers caught her nipple without
warning, pinching it as his other hand dipped between her thighs to
rub once against her clit.

Ginny cried out and shot halfway into a
sitting position. After a few heartbeats, she shuddered and
relaxed, dropping her hands back to the table above her head.
“Sorry.”


Mmm, sure you are.” He
dropped a hand to the table above her head and pinned her hands
down, his grin widening. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you
were just begging to get spanked again.”


I
am
begging,” she whispered, twisting
under him. The gentle ache sharpened until she almost hurt.
“Jack…”

His fingers slipped over her clit again
before sliding lower. He eased one inside and groaned, his eyes
never leaving her face. “You’re so wet. Tell me what you want,
Ginny. Say it.”


I want you to fuck me with
your fingers.” Her whole body tensed, and she fought the urge to
free her hands and grab him. “I want you to watch me
come.”

Jack groaned again, then leaned down and
claimed her mouth. His tongue plunged past her lips, hot and every
bit as demanding as the finger stroking inside her. Ginny forgot
everything but the fire burning inside her, and the fact that the
man above her could ease the ache, make her scream. She tried to
raise her arms, but his grip on her wrists was unyielding.

He lifted his head and watched her face as
he eased a second finger into her. “Wiggle all you want, darling.
You’re not going anywhere.”

Her heels dug into the
backs of his thighs, and she panted. “If you let me go, I could
touch you.”
God
,
she wanted to touch him.


You want to get free?” His
thumb swept up before she could answer, narrowing in on her clit as
he worked her body with an intimate knowledge which should have
taken months to learn. His fingers slicked in and out of her at the
perfect angle for several moments, then froze. His smile turned
arrogant. “No getting loose until you come, Ginny. And no coming
until you beg.”

Begging would mean letting go of control,
even more than she had the night before. Ginny bit her lip and
stared up at the hard set of Jack’s jaw for a long moment, then
rocked her hips against his hand, moving his fingers inside her.
She moaned when the friction sent another stab of pleasure through
her.

His breath caught, and he let out a hoarse
laugh. “You can try that, sweetheart, but I bet I could make it
feel a lot nicer.” He moved his fingers again, curling them inside
her until her back arched off the table and she cursed sharply.
“Just tell me you need it.”

She’d opened herself to him
in the quiet darkness of her bedroom, but she wasn’t sure she could
do now, with sunlight spilling through the kitchen windows. It
seemed more
real
somehow. More dangerous. “Jack.”


Ginny.” His eyes softened,
and his fingers fell into a gentle thrusting rhythm. “It’s okay,
darling. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”


No.” Her own voice was a
harsh rasp she barely recognized. “I told you last night, honey.
You’re the furthest thing from ‘
safe’
I’ve ever seen.”

He stilled again, pulling his hand away from
her body this time. “If you don’t feel safe with me, this ends
now.”

She should have been physically frustrated
by the loss of his touch. Instead, her chest ached, and she closed
her eyes against the hurt she glimpsed in his eyes. “That isn’t
what I meant. I don’t feel safe with myself.” She forced her eyes
open again and sought his. “Don’t stop, Jack. Please.”


Shh…” He kissed her and
pulled her upright, upending the world as he dragged her from the
table. He sank back into a chair and settled her in his lap with
her back tight against his chest. Strong hands curled around her
thighs and coaxed her legs apart until she was straddling
him.

Even with his rock hard cock rubbing against
her ass, his movements were slow. Gentle. “Lift your arms,” he
whispered, the words falling against her ears. “Put your hands
behind my head.”

She did, the movement stretching her back
and shoulders. Her toes brushed the floor, and she shuddered in the
circle of his arms. “Like this?”


Mmm.” Both hands shifted
to span her stomach, his palms warm and a little rough against her
skin. “You’re safe with me. Even from yourself. I wouldn’t let
either of us hurt you, Ginny.”

He couldn’t stop that sort of thing, no
matter how strong or determined he was. But she only said, “I know
that. I trust you.” The admission made a thrill of panic well
inside her, and she tamped it down.


Trust me.” His lips closed
on her earlobe and he ran one hand up her body to cup her breast
while the other returned to stroke between her legs again. “Let go
of everything.”

Need crashed in on her, and
she bucked against his hand and whimpered. “Yes.”
Everything.

He didn’t bother to tease her this time,
just rubbed at her clit in slow, firm circles that altered to match
the rhythm of her bucking hips. Warm breath fell against her neck,
and he bit her a moment later, overwhelming her with sensation when
his fingers closed around her nipple at the same moment.

Ginny tensed and screamed as an orgasm
flashed through her like fire, fast and unstoppable. She turned her
face instinctively to Jack’s and kissed him fiercely as aftershocks
of pleasure shook her. He groaned against her mouth, his fingers
starting over. It twisted the trembling threads of fading pleasure
into another growing swell.

He tore his mouth from hers and panted
against her ear. “Come again. Come again, and then I want to be
inside you. I want to feel you ride me, feel you come around my
cock so hard I can’t do anything but follow you.”

His words made it impossible to hold back or
deny him, and she growled as another dizzying wave broke over her.
Her arms tightened around his neck, and she nearly bucked off his
lap. “Jack! Jack, I need you --”

The world tilted again as he rose and lifted
her hands again. For several breathless seconds he held her
trapped, her hands high over her head and her body still shaking
with pleasure. “Tell me. In my lap, or over the table.”


Y-Your lap.” She needed to
kiss him, feel his heart beating near hers.

The rasp of a zipper filled her ears, and he
turned her and dragged her back into his lap, this time facing him.
His cock was trapped between them, and he pressed one hand to the
small of her back and ground against her with a hoarse moan. “God,
you’re so damn hot, Ginny.”


Shh.” She dropped her arms
around his neck again and lifted her body until the head of his
cock brushed her pussy. “I want to make you come, too. Let me make
you come.”

His jaw tightened as he grasped her hips.
“You can do whatever you damn well please to me.”

Ginny held her breath and slid down his
shaft slowly, relishing the hard thrust of his body into hers. When
every inch of him was buried inside her, she rocked gently. “What
now?” she whispered and closed her teeth on his stubbled jaw. “Tell
me.”


Ride me, sweetheart. Like
you did last night.”


You feel so good.” She
nestled her face into Jack’s neck and nipped at the warm skin
there. Her hips rolled over his in a slow, torturous rhythm that
sparked the tension inside her again. “You’re
beautiful.”

He smoothed his fingers up her back and
tangled them in her hair. “Kiss me. Kiss me and come with me.”

Ginny jerked his mouth to hers and drove her
tongue past his lips as she moved faster. He needed her release
just as she needed his, so she angled her hips so that her clit
rubbed the base of his cock. She came suddenly, clenching around
his cock, and Jack threw back his head and roared his release. It
seemed to go on forever, and she moaned into the damp skin of his
shoulder until the pulses of pleasure had mostly faded.

She didn’t dare meet his
eyes. He kept pulling when she wanted to push, making her open up
to him. No, that wasn’t fair. She
chose
to let him see the things he
sought, but only because the damned man had somehow managed -- in
less than a
day
--
to be something she didn’t want to lose.

A wise man knew when to retreat, and Jack
had always fancied himself a wise man. The flare of panic in
Ginny’s eyes drove him to the bathroom, where he could hide long
enough to give her some space.

Some
space. He’d always known she’d be hard to hold, but now that
he had his hands on her, he wasn’t letting go completely. So he
took his time washing up and getting dressed, and only emerged when
he heard Ginny moving about the kitchen again.

He found her at the stove, dressed and
poking at his half-cooked, congealed omelet. “Guess I’m starting
over,” she said ruefully, her voice light.


Guess so.” He offered her
a smile. “Want some help?”


Could you fetch me a few
more eggs from the larder while I chop more vegetables?”


Sure, I could --” A noise
tickled his ears, and he stopped and tilted his head as it resolved
into hoof beats, approaching fast.

A moment later she heard it, too. “I’m
expecting Roy,” she told him quickly. “He’s going to handle the
chores while Ollie and I round up the strays.”

Jack tried to relax, but a night in Ginny’s
bed had hardly predisposed him to feeling reasonable. He took a
step back and tilted his head toward the door. “I’ll go and make
sure.”

She slid the skillet off to one side of the
stove eye and reached for the rifle by the back door. “I’ll come
with you.”

The growl escaped him
before he could stop it, but asking Ginny to hide in the kitchen
while he protected her would be futile -- and probably piss her
off.
And this is the reason you want
her,
he reminded himself as he strode to
the door with her close by his side.
Because she’s strong enough to help you protect the
pack.

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