CRASH & BURN (Rule Breaker) (2 page)

He felt amazing, but she couldn’t tell him and have those words lingering between them. “No,” she whispered.

“Fuck, Alana. You’re so hard-headed.” He pumped his hips, rocking up and down, slamming his cock into her again and again. “Tell me. Do you like when I fuck you like this?”

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she wanted to shout,
Of course I do
. Who wouldn’t want an animal between her legs, fucking like nobody’s business?

“Why? You don’t get enough compliments on your work?” She stared back at him, aching with something foreign that promised to slice to ribbons her ability to remain encased and safe in her insulated, circumscribed world.

He stopped moving his torso, changing tactics as he twisted his hands in her hair. “Don’t backslide! I’ll haul your arse across my lap and take care of this issue of your snappy remarks. Or is that what you’re after? Fuck me,” he bellowed, and pulled out of her. In the next instant she was picked up and, true to his word, she lay stretched across his lap, facing the floor. “You count, and if you don’t we begin all over again. On one.”

She tried to scramble off his lap, and that’s when it happened. Smack!

Hard. Loud. And painful. “Jesus Christ,” she breathed out without thinking.

“Not even close. Do we need to go over introductions again as well?”

The white-hot-poker scorching eased and his hold on her loosened. Not a lot, but enough to take a deep breath. “I’m not laughing. That hurts,” she said.

“Something tells me that much of these next two weeks will involve inflicting pain to capture your fleeting attention span.”

“Don’t be a d—,”she cut herself off, choosing another route. “Ri
dic
ulous.”

“Good save, Alana. But too late. You owe me, and it’s probably best if you pay the piper now so we can get on with the morning. Time’s a-wasting. Count with me.” His hand rubbed down her ass cheeks, onto the back of her thighs; she immediately noted when he lifted his hand, and could hear his inhalation. “Now,” he said.

“One,” she whispered, unsure of what to expect as she focused on his hand meeting her backside. Again, the blaze of his large palm coming into screaming contact with her ass had her arching. Exhaling.

“Steady,” he said, pushing her back onto his lap, and then he lifted his hand. “Again.”

“Two,” she said between gritted teeth.

He spanked another section of her ass, spreading the fire from one side of her rear-end to the other. The flaring pain had her wriggling on top of his legs. At first she did so to ease the fiery assault, and then she latched onto an urge to spread her thighs open, on the verge of coming apart. The desire for him to tantalize her there sky-rocketed, and the feeling of hazy clouds of need fill her brain.

“Please, Jonathan,” Alana whispered through the enticing fog.

“Not until we’re through.” His voice sounded strained. But that didn’t stop him from raising his hand again, or the firm smack he delivered that unleashed a flurry of flashing lights in front of her eyes.

“Three…three,” she panted.

“Let’s pick up the pace now that you’ve got this part. And afterwards, I’m going to fuck you the way I’ve wanted to ever since you and that smart mouth of yours sounded off last night.”

“Just do it now. God, I want you inside me.”

“Patience. That’s precisely what you need to learn.”

Her head snapped up, and she struggled to remain silent. And him? He needed to learn he couldn’t just do exactly what he pleased. She’d never met a man who stomped through life as though it were one big oyster bed, his to pluck whatever pearl lay within his reach. If there were lessons to learn, J.P. Lansing had a few of his own to acquire. Alana clenched her jaw, stifling the crushing urge to speak her mind.

“And you’re going to teach me?” She flung back, unable to stop feeding him fuel for this sexual firestorm he had set blazing between them.

“Absolutely. My pleasure.” He smacked her ass to prove his point.

The scorch wrenched a yelp from her, and she quickly croaked. “Five. Dammit. No, four.”

“That’s it. Your pussy is dripping. God, this is what you need from me. Isn’t it?” His hot breath charged over her blazing skin. She felt his fingers at her entrance. The world stopped spinning. Her breath caught.

At this moment, with his possessing her ass, open to his every whim, the time to begin this conversation was not at hand…his being so busy and all. She pressed backward onto his finger and exploded.

“Jon,” she whispered as a sheen of perspiration flashed over her body.

“Not yet. Baby, soon.” Hot, blistering smacks coupled with his fingers delving into the space between her slick folds had Alana scrunching her eyes shut as she choked, barely audible, counting each spank he delivered.

Please, please, please
echoed in her mind. Each swat unlocked a hollow inside her, one she’d hidden. Sealed. Warm wetness slipped past her lids; tears welling, collecting in the corners of her eyes, and then streaming down her cheeks.

Crying was something other people did, but not her. And not in front of J.P. Lansing, aka her new boss. Never mind they were well acquainted by way of having fucked each other repeatedly in one evening. This type of nakedness—this type of stark unveiling—had never been part of her world. Ever.

“Sshh,” Jonathan whispered against her hair. His large hands wrapped around her shoulders as he sat her up on his lap “All done. Do you want to continue? You’ve not said the one word to avert any of this.”

Falsetto.
One word. When she’d arrived here last night, he’d made her pick a word. One word that she could whisper or scream, or even write, she supposed, and he’d stop. Falsetto.
Finito.

She had no intention of saying the word. All this could come to an abrupt halt. Tears spilled faster and harder on realizing she didn’t have a word that would ensure his continued interest in her beyond his ability to market her talent.

He’d tasted her intimately and spoiled her ability to relate to him platonically, regardless of what she might be forced to display. She wiped away the stinging stream, surreptitiously observing him. Handsome, and the epitome of collected. A regular cool cat. Christy had warned her. Had she listened? Well, yes, but to no avail. Hearing that Jon was a player only made Alana want him with a vengeance. She’d believed the worst of him and had hungered to teach him a lesson…too late, realizing she was the one who’d been schooled.

Jonathan leaned against her, stoic while she’d blubbered on, displaying an unsophisticated mien. Gritting her teeth, she tried to move away, but strong masculine arms held her in place. Jon kissed her, softly this time. When he shifted, his cock sprang upward, poking her in the arm.

“I’m just fine. When is it my turn to
smack your ass?
”

“On the first of never,” he said. “Seems like your claws are back. You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t appear overly concerned, but we’ve a schedule to keep.”

“A man with an agenda,” she said and took hold of him, stroking across his condom-wrapped appendage, rigid beneath her palm.

Jonathan unleashed a loud groan. “One that’s getting tighter and tighter, not to mention about to explode. Alana, I’ve got to get inside you.” He hauled her up from his lap, put her into position on all fours on top of the bed, raising her hips and moving in between her legs. “Relax for me, baby.”

His fingers began massaging her slowly, for all his intended haste. The warmth from his body radiated over hers, relaxing her muscles, and slowing the merry-go-round of her thoughts. Pushing her hips back, she met his cock and gasped. His erection teased, delivering her deeper into a pool of scorching want for his hardness. The sensation of his length bumping between her thighs made her whimper.

“God, you taste so good on my fingers.” She glanced over her shoulder. He sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, then separated her folds and thrust his fingers deep inside her pussy. His wet fingers moved into her, plunging and curling as his thumb stroked her clit. Maddeningly, he sent her straight for the cliff of no return. An abyss of ecstasy into which she’d dived last night, thanks to his wild skills.

“You want something. Tell me.” The sound of his rough voice ignited the spark that had been smoldering. All of sudden the sensation of a twisting vortex grew stronger. His beautiful face and body offered everything…for a few more minutes. She faltered.

“No. Go to hell. You’re playing with me.” Livid, she huffed and made to move away from him.

“What did we learn about bowing out too soon?” He twisted his hand in her hair, yanking so suddenly that she cried out. “When I ask nicely, you respond nicely. Mark my words, Alana, you’ll learn how to converse like a grownup. Now, tell me, baby. What do you want?”

“Fuck me. Hard. Rough. I’m so hot for you. Just do it and stop teasing me!”

“Are you sure? It will bloody well hurt both of us.” He pressed his forehead against her back, sounding domineering and tender all at once. His hands squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples into erect peaks of pleasure that he thumbed, overloading her taut nerves.

Red alert. An inferno within her body burst, uncontrollable unless sated by him. Frustration boiled and overran her senses. “Dammit! Yes!”

“Alana, I can’t believe I was so stupid to ask for one night with you. Fuck. Love, you’ve got to give it to me. Now.” Groaning, he kissed her shoulder, running his fingers down her stomach straight to the space between her legs.

There was nothing separating them and she let him in. “Jon, I want you so far in me. Please.”

“One second. I’ll fuck you like we need.” A shudder broke across her skin as he moved up and off her, pulling back on her hips. Opening the night table drawer, he brought out a bottle and squeezed. The liquid dripped off his hands as he fingered her. So hot and erotic, each pass between the crevice of her ass cheeks. Without warning he slipped one finger inside her anus, causing her to whimper from surprise.

Jon pumped his finger slowly into her and then out. “Take a breath and relax. You’re tight. All over.”

“I can take what you’ve got.”

“Still the spitfire.” He was moving, positioning himself in back of her. Not being able to directly observe him unless she did so over her shoulder made the anticipation of his next move that much sharper. And then it came, the tip of his large cock pressed at her opening. He pushed himself forward, moving into her, holding on to her hips.

Jon thrust into her body and stopped. “How does that fucking feel?”

“You’re huge.”

He laughed. “Ordinarily that would be a compliment. Hard to tell right now. Can you take more of me?”

“I think so,” she whispered, on the brink of shifting forward away from him, but then she desperately desired to push back, impaling herself on his hard-on. She needed him; the pain only intensified the experience and she wouldn’t run away from it. Not for a second. Come tomorrow she’d have the memory. So what the hell—let the memory be vivid and piercing, hard-edged enough to be worth remembering.

Alana twisted the sheets in her hands. “I said I wanted you. Don’t hold back.”

His hands curled over her shoulders, and he exhaled. “Okay, I’m going to shag you. Like I’ve needed to for hours.” Surging forward, he thrust fully into, her delivering an explosion of glittery pain infused with branding pleasure. Jon filled her; the bliss expanded, and discomfort dissipated. Each time he thrust, his hardness went farther. So far, she cried out in temperamental ecstasy.

Her knees turned to gelatin and if he hadn’t gripped her tighter, pressing her body back against him, she would have buckled under him.

“I’ve got you,” he said. “We’re almost there. Tell me what you crave.”

Instinctively, she arched her hips upward and clenched around his cock. “Harder. I want you to fuck me like you goddamn mean it.”

He ground himself into her “Baby,” he grunted, breathing hot against her shoulder. “Fuck, Alana.” His pumping sped up, becoming rougher with each thrust—more needy, demanding. His hips slammed into her, going deeper, and his whole body tensed as he plowed back into her. Again. Harder. Rougher. Exactly what she hungered for from him. The white-hot desire shattered and released a glowing, billowing cloud of euphoria. He kissed her shoulder, dragging his mouth over her skin to her neck, sucking a point that he’d found and tasted countless times since the alleyway. Moaning loudly, she pressed her back against his torso, wanting to remember how he devoured her like no other man.

Chapter Two

Letting go of her, he immediately missed the contact with her silky skin. Jonathan gritted his teeth, reminding himself that this type of woman could wreck a life. Alana could get into his blood, and then he’d be fucked. No slow winding-down; better that he get used to releasing her, for one day very soon it would be for good. Not his choice to make. He peeled off the used condom and deposited it in the trash.

Alana scooted across the mattress. Bollocks. Never one to go with his first instinct, he grunted, “Not so fast.”

She turned, her flushed, glowing face making her extraordinary greenish-blue eyes a shade brighter, and then she smiled, catching him off-guard. The whole Alana St. James effect delivered a karate chop to his gut.

Sucking on her bottom lip for a brief beat, she punctured his lungs with her charm. “I wasn’t planning on running away.”

“Do as I ask. Kiss me. We’ve three minutes.” He leaned over and took hold of her arms, running his fingers upward until he gripped her wrists. Controlling her in a bed of his choosing needled him. He sought to exorcise her from under his skin, but each time they fucked she wedged deeper and deeper, the essence of her flowing in his veins. Her wrists were slender, fragile, tucked within his palms, and he enjoyed hauling them above her head as he searched her face. “I could shag you again but I promised strictly business after six. Didn’t I? So, a final kiss then?”

Alana nodded acquiescence after releasing a soft gasp at his words. She’d not said anything to postpone the start of their strictly-business relationship. Not even a hint. She wasn’t the type to ask for a thing. He’d already gotten that facet of her independent nature.