Choosing Rena (19 page)

“You care to answer me in the proper
manner?”

“Please, Sir…I…yes…I love weights on
them…” She arched beneath his touch as he trailed a hand down the
parted gown to slip over the mound of soft curls. He smiled as he
encountered dampness.

“Obviously – you’re soaked, slave. So
wet.” He leaned forward to nip at the underside of one breast,
loving how her breath hitched in her throat and she rocked up to
meet his fingers. Tearing the gown down to the hem, he parted it,
loving the way it framed her dark body. Splaying his free hand
across her stomach, he couldn’t help but love the contrast of her
dark skin against his tan. He took such a long time admiring her
form, she shifted under his touch.

“Sir?” The question in her tone didn’t
shock him. He suspected she was a sub who needed to be taught
patience.

“Shh, let me look.” His
eyes traced over the curves displayed before him. From her strong
shoulders down to her softly round belly and beyond, she was put
together in a way that would make any man think of hot sultry sex.
As his cock throbbed between his thighs, he knew he was no
exception.
But first I’ll have a taste of
that creaming treasure between her thighs.
His taste buds tingled at the idea of lapping at her, flicking
and rubbing all over her folds until she released against his
mouth.

A low rumble built in his chest as he
slid down the bed between her thighs, hooking her knees over his
shoulders as he settled. Giving her no warning, he dove face first
into the musky heaven that composed her sex. Her startled scream
was muffled by the clasp of her thighs against his ears. Growling,
he pried her thighs back open. “Don’t make me tie you open, slave.”
His bark seemed to sink in as her thighs relaxed against his hold.
“I want to hear every sound you make. Do you
understand?”

Dark eyes closed before she answered.
“Yes, Sir.”

She whimpered as he resumed
his feast, laving at her inner lips before sucking them deep inside
his mouth. Releasing them with a slight pop, he spread her open to
gaze down at the dark pink- almost vermillion flesh glistening in
the early pre-dawn light. Gently shoving two fingers inside her
little hole, he held her open, exposing her shiny little clit.
“Don’t come, do you hear me,
ma
peekôn?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her response was thready,
quickly turning into a high-pitched wail as he fastened his mouth
over her, his tongue lashing at her nub. Around his fingers, her
pussy clenched hard. Not the rhythmic pulse of her release, but the
hard tug of a woman who wanted desperately to be fucked. “Please,
Sir, fuck me!” Her babbling plea shredded what was left of his
control. He should warm her butt for pushing him so
easily.

Easing up on her clit, he pulled his
fingers part way out before shoving them back in just once. Above
him she panted, her thighs shaking against his shoulders. “So
close,” he crooned after giving her one last lingering lick.
Scrambling to his knees between her spread thighs, he caught her
gaze. “I can’t wait. Do I need protection?” He was on the edge and
was ready to say screw it, but if she wanted him to stop for a
condom, he’d persevere.

Her lips parted as he took his cock in
hand and rubbed it over her folds. “Oh, God, please, Sir. I need…”
Her hips moved in time to his stroking. He gritted his teeth,
jerking back causing his erection to slap against his
stomach.

“Yes, or no, Rena? Can I fuck you
right now or do I need to get a condom?”

“Draw…er.” She nodded to the stand.
Leaning over, he jerked it open nearly dumping its contents to the
floor. Grabbing an unopened box, he tore into it, scattering the
contents across Rena and the rest of bed. Using his teeth to open
the nearest foil packet, he rolled the sheath down his straining
length. A low growl built in his throat as Rena met his eyes and
actually giggled.

“Find this funny, do you?” Without
waiting for an answer, he grunted and gave a hard jerk of his hips,
filling her with one swift thrust until his nuts rested against her
ass. Liquid heat surrounded him, tugging at his cock until
everything disappeared except for the need to fuck – to mark her as
his. Grinding deep, he began rocking against her even as he
stretched out over her, pinning her to the bed with her legs over
his shoulders. Placing his hands over hers, he kept her arms in
place as he pounded in and out of her. She cried out, her body
tightening around him, warning of her eminent orgasm. “Not yet,
baby. Wait for it.” He sounded hoarse but refused to ease up on
her, wanting to test her, to see how far he could push before she
slid over the edge.

Under his hands, he felt her
struggling against his hold as he shifted, changing his angle so he
was rubbing over new tissue, until the wet sound of their bodies
meeting filled the room. Her screech of pleasure would’ve had him
smiling if he hadn’t been so consumed with the idea of pushing her
to her limits. “Don’t you come, slave. You’ll wait for me,” he
panted, wanting to drop his head against her shoulder, but he
didn’t. He had to see her expression as she came for him. He’d
missed it in the darkened bathroom.

“Sirrrrrr!” She jerked hard against
him, once more trying to free her arms.

“You come, and I’m going to paddle
your ass, Rena.” Increasing his pace, Jackson grimaced as he tried
to hold his own orgasm at bay while pushing her over the edge. Why
he was torturing them both, he didn’t know, other than the fact he
was a sadistic bastard.

Freeing one hand, he reached between
their bodies to rub over her clit, while watching her expression.
As soon as his fingers found the slippery nubbin, she shook her
head and screamed. “No! Sir…please don’t….I’ll…”

“…
don’t come.” But his
command was too late. He hissed as the world melted around him - as
his Nubian goddess exploded in an orgasm so intense he was helpless
but to follow her over the edge. He groaned, cursing loudly as his
body emptied inside hers, filling the condom until he was surprised
it didn’t rupture. Pleasure buffeted him until his quivering arms
finally gave out and he collapsed on top of her.

He sighed as her hands finally left
the headboard to run through his hair, cradling him against her
slightly damp breasts. He relaxed against her after easing her legs
down to rest along his torso. Contentment warred with tiredness
until he slipped under. Just before he went, he heard her whisper
‘mine’ but was too tired to object to her claim even if he wanted
to. Not that he would, she was his just as much as he was hers.
This morning cemented their relationship. He wasn’t giving her up
for anything.

Chapter
Eighteen

Evidently he’d thought too soon.
Jackson’s inner grumbles didn’t cease as he climbed out of his car
at the Larson Securities. He’d been called away from his breakfast
and a morning of snuggling and domination with his new submissive
due to an emergency. Leaving Rena in the shower had taken all of
his considerable control, but staring at the chaos around him, it
was obvious he was needed. When he finally spotted Jude standing
beyond the police cars, bomb squad and fire department, his
partner’s hair was sticking up in all directions and he looked
frazzled. Approaching the police line, he was halted by a uniformed
police officer.

“I’m sorry, Sir, you
can’t…”

“I’m the other owner of Larson
Securities.” Giving the officer his name, he was ushered past the
police tape. As he joined Jude, his friend barely paused to look at
him. Something was eating at his friend. “What the hell is going
on? I was just sitting down to enjoy breakfast with
Rena…”

“I got a call at the club from an
unknown number less than thirty minutes ago. The asshole told me to
give you a message: either you leave Rena alone, or he’s going to
destroy our business.” Jude finally met his gaze head on. The
haunted look in his eyes took Jackson back, until his friend
continued to speak. “And to show he’s serious he left a package in
your office – the kind that goes boom. The bomb squad is in there
right now dismantling it.”

Shock washed over Jackson as he tried
to wrap his brain around the idea of someone wanting him dead to
the point of planting a bomb in his office. Not only did a bomb
endanger everyone who shared the building with Larson Securities,
but also the ramifications it would mean for Jude. Since his
‘accident’ during their last tour of the Middle East, Jude had
nightmares about someone trying to blow him up again. “Damn, I’m
sorry, Jude.” He cupped a hand over his friend’s shoulder. Jackson
would have to talk to his aunt before his friend went home to
her.

Detective Anderson joined them,
cutting the sudden tension. “You know, Jackson, we need to quit
meeting like this. One might think trouble follows you around.”
Dressed casually in swim trunks and tank top, Sean looked like he’d
been interrupted on his way to the beach. His arrival drew Jackson
out of his morbid thoughts.

“Sorry they dragged you in on your day
off, Anderson.” Jude shook the detective’s hand. “So do you have
any new information for us on who might’ve done this?”

Sean nodded, referring down to his
tablet. “Not much to go on as far as the who but the how….according
to the bomb tech the threat was viable. There’s a…” a frown crossed
Sean’s face. “…a nitro-cellulose/black powder bomb contained in a
small shoe box with a remote detonator that was placed under the
desk in Jackson’s office.”

“What the fuck? That’s a low pressure
explosive. It’d only….” Jude frowned

“…
take out whoever was
sitting at the desk…namely Jackson.” Sean finished. “We’re dealing
with one sick fuck here, gentleman. Not only was the bomb targeted
at just one person, but there’s a message smeared in what looks
like blood. Our forensics team took a sample to determine its
origin. They think it might be the same substance we collected from
the master bedroom at Jude’s condo, but further testing will either
prove or disprove that theory.” He snapped his notebook shut and
turned his attention to Jackson. “Either way someone isn’t very
happy you’re involved with Rena. Either you leave her alone or he
going to take your business down. Whether physically or in a
business sense, I don’t know, but the perp seems
serious.

“Fuck.” Jackson raked his
hand through his hair. This was the last thing he’d expected. If
the test came back positive, it meant that the attack at Jude’s had
nothing to do with his friend but everything to do with him. “I’m
sorry. It looks like I’ve gotten you in trouble once again, Jude.”
Jackson walked a short distance away, the weight of the world on
his shoulders. How could he have gone from being on the top of the
world this morning to this mess now?
Get
over it Levough, sometimes life just isn’t fair, you know that.
What’s important is that Rena’s okay.
Reaching for his cell, he punched out her number. A moment
later, a warm rush of pleasure filled him as Rena’s voice came on
the phone.

“Ma peekôn,
we’ve got a situation down here. I may be a little
longer than I expected…”

* * * *

Jude sighed as his partner stepped
back across the police barricade with his phone to his ear. Next to
him, Sean shifted uncomfortably as Jackson walked away. As he moved
to follow, Jude grabbed the detective’s arm. “Don’t. Let him go.
He’ll be back. Give him a second to process everything.”

“I have questions I need to ask him.
Are you sure he isn’t leaving?”

Jude nodded. “Very sure. Jackson is a
stand-up guy and more than likely he’s checking on his woman right
now to make sure she’s okay.”

“His woman? Is this the same Rena I
met earlier at your condo?”

Jude nodded. “Yes. I independently
contracted her to work the case from my end shortly after the
break-in. She used to work for me before deciding to move on to
working for herself. She’s a top notch investigator.”

Sean scribbled in his book. “So the
break was amicable?”

“It was. She even recommended and
trained her replacement.” Jude was careful to omit the fact that
while Rena had trained Levi, it was a long time before she’d turned
in her resignation. There was no doubt in his mind Rena had nothing
to do with the break-in at his home.

“A good employee then.” He glanced up
at Jude. “Is it possible this has anything to do with her?” He
consulted his tablet again. “I don’t see any mention of her name
being anywhere at the break-in at your home or in the graffiti on
your car. I’m not even sure if the two are related…”

“Unless the person responsible is
using a vendetta against people in the lifestyle as a smoke screen,
I honestly don’t think they are. This is too personal. Whoever
planted the bomb definitely was pissed at my partner’s budding
relationship with Rena.”

“I’ll bet you anything it’s Louis
Vayarti III.” Jackson rejoined them.

Sean froze. “Are you talking about the
Wall Street Mogul – Louis Vayarti? Why would he be targeting
you?”

“It’s probably because Rena flat out
turned him down when he asked her to resume their relationship a
few days ago. He went as far as attacking her at her apartment last
night until I pulled him off her. He was arrested for B. & E.
along with assault. I hate to think what would’ve happened if I
hadn’t escorted her up to her apartment after our date.”