Easy Sacrifice (7 page)

“Ready?” he asks, pushing off the door.

I don’t think I heard him correctly. “What?”

“Ready?”

He certainly can’t be asking what I’ve dreamed of since the first minute I laid eyes on him. Since he kissed me that night, all I think about is how I want more. I’ve always wanted more. “Huh?”

“Jessa.” He sighs.

“What?”

“Are you ready?”

“For what?”

He walks right up in my personal space and crowds me against the closed club door without actually touching me. The warmth from his body ignites me even further, and I feel my face heating and my panties dampening. His index finger traces the outside of my mouth, and his eyes turn darker as he watches his finger.

“Me,” he whispers.

He bites his bottom lip, and I instantly remember the last time he kissed me. I’ve never experienced that magnitude of lust since then, and all he did was kiss me. I try to push the rest of the memories from that night far into the back of my brain and just focus on the few minutes he had his hands on me and how badly I want more of it. Of him.

When I’m alone in my bed and touching myself, I imagine him. When I had sex with the measly two other men in my life, I pretended they were him. I know what I want … what I’ve wanted since I was a teenager.

“Yes.”

Chapter 7

Ty

I take Jessa’s hand, lead her the few feet to my truck, and shut the door behind her. My dick’s already throbbing against my jeans, begging to get out and get inside her. It’s been six years since I’ve had any pussy, and realizing how fast this is gonna be is making me regret my decision before I even pull away from the bar. I shoulda just eased the ache with a whore, but the thought of any pussy that’s not Jessa’s makes my cock limp.

Physically, I’m strong. I’ve had to prove it my whole life. Nobody fucked with me while I was locked up. Well, Jimmy tried. He was the first and only person who tried, and I laid his ass out with one punch. Then his little bitch tried to get a piece of me, too, but I held him up by the neck with one hand, and the guards had to pry my fingers from his throat before I killed him.

Mentally, though? This girl weakens me. She makes me fuckin’ powerless. I just gotta get a taste. Just one thorough and full taste. I need a real, full helping before I can ever be satisfied. Then I’ll leave her be.

Her fingers squeeze my thigh, and I turn my head to look at her again. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I love that her hair is still long; I’m looking forward to wrapping it around my wrist tonight. I’ve imagined and thought of so many ways to take her. I’ve jacked off to the image of her with my cock inside her mouth. Hell, I’ve jacked off to just the memory of her lips.

She’s rubbing her legs together and scoots closer to me, so I cup her hot pussy from the outside of her tight-ass leather pants. “You’re burnin’ up, baby.”

“Ty,” she whispers.

As much as I’d like to do it quick and dirty in my truck, I want her laid out for me. I want to feast on her soft skin and feel her small body wrapped around mine. So I ignore her plea and pull out of the parking lot and onto the empty street. “I can’t get in there with these on. Have patience, Jessa.”

She lets out a grunt of frustration and grabs my wrist to hold my hand still so she can move her hips and get some friction. I attempt to pull my hand away, but she grabs it harder and pushes herself up into my palm.

“If you make yourself come, you’ll lose my mouth, and I really don’t want that. I’ve been dreaming about you riding my face for six fuckin’ years, baby. Don’t take that away from me.”

“Ty …”

“Don’t come, Jessa.”

“Ty,” she pants, her breath coming out sharper with every exhale.

I rip my hand away and clutch the steering wheel. Jesus, just touching her outside her tight little pants has my nuts tingling. “We’re almost there.”

“Hurry.”

I hit the curb when I pull into her driveway, and she rips open her door and runs to the porch. I hop down from my truck and wince when my cock throbs against my jeans from the movement. I follow behind her, and right before I grab her and strip her naked inside her front door, three dogs growl at me.

“Ignore them.” She hops into my arms, and I take a step back to catch her as I kick the front door shut. She plasters her mouth to mine, and I’m not sure which one of us opens their lips first, but when her tongue touches mine, I swear to God, my fucking heart vibrates all the way down to my dick.

“Bed,” I manage to get out.

She nods down the hall, and I open the first door, not giving a shit if it’s her room or not. All I need is a place to get her horizontal. As soon as the door shuts, she pushes me against it and drops to her knees. Her hands greedily rip open my jeans, shove them down, and she palms my dick.

An involuntary hiss passes through my lips when she strokes me, her fingertips not able to close to a full fist. I’ve gone far too long with only my hand and haven’t been this desperate since I was a thirteen-year-old kid having sex for the first time.

Her mouth surrounds me, and my head slams against the door. Fuck, I didn’t think this would happen. Didn’t think she’d be this willing. This needy. Almost as bad as I am.

Her dainty fingers graze my balls, and the short tips of her nails scratch the sensitive skin. My balls tighten up embarrassingly fast, and I push her away before I come down her throat. No matter how long it’s been, I’m not gonna go that quick.

She almost trips, but I grab her and kick my pants and boxers all the way off, then I back her up until her knees hit the bed. I avoid looking into her eyes, afraid that what I’m feeling is too damn much, as I take her shirt off and palm her tits outside her black bra.

A moan passes between her lips, and I sway down so I can suck on the pointy tips. Through the thin layer of cotton, I flick over her hardened nipple, and she falls back all the way on the bed.

Reaching behind my head, I take off my shirt, and before it even falls to the floor, my hands are on the waistband of her pants, tugging them off.

My calloused fingers wrap around her calves. I spread her open and dive in like the starved man I am. Her hands grasp at my head, and she grinds herself against my mouth. Her sweet, rich flavor slides easily down my throat as I fuck her with my tongue.

Just as she begins to tense up, I lift her up and lie down on my back. I pull her up the bed so her pussy’s hovering above me. “Fuck my face, Jessa.”

“What?” Her panting breath comes out stuttered. I reach up and grab her hips then slam her down on my face, spearing her with my hungry tongue. “Holy shit.” She lifts up a tad, lowers herself on my tongue, and I squeeze the globes of her ass, dying to get my cock inside her tight, hot, wet heat.

She begins to rock against me, and I use everything I have—my nose, my chin, and my teeth—to bring her to orgasm. Of course, I want it to be mind-blowing for her, but selfishly, I need to get inside her almost more than I need oxygen.

My tongue flicks against her clit as I reach around and slide my middle finger straight up her core, and she screams. “Ty!” She clenches around my now wet digit, and I let her ride out the rest of her orgasm as her body quakes, and my cock leaks so much pre-cum, I can feel it pooling on my stomach.

Flipping her over, I rub the moist tip of my cock against between her swollen folds and tap it against her throbbing clit. “You on something?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” I slide into her all the way and have to pull out completely so I don’t lose my load immediately. “Fuck, you feel good.”

Her pussy sucks me in again, and I fall forward onto my forearms, still watching where we’re connected, but purposely looking away from her angelic face. Knowing this is it, makes me want to both drag it out as long as I can, and get it over with at the same time. The longer I’m inside her, the more I’m gonna want to do this over and over and over again.

My hips thrust harder, stronger, and more intensely as she wraps her legs around my waist. The smell of her arousal fills the room, and I growl as my release unexpectedly pours into her the second her walls tighten around me. She gasps and stills, digging her nails into me while her thighs shake. I hold myself flush with her, dizzy from the best I’ve ever had. The sweetest. The tightest.

I roll off her and toss an arm over my eyes. Fuck, what was I thinking? She rolls over and drapes an arm and a leg across me. I don’t touch her. I can’t. Even though my fingers burn with the desire to caress her back or run my fingers through her hair.

The more I touch her or stay with her, the more I’m going to want her. Her breath on me becomes more shallow and her weight heavier. I slide out from under her and grab my clothes. When I open her door, the dogs wag their tails and thump them on the ground. I tiptoe around them, covering my junk, then get dressed and leave.

* * *

It’s nearly one in the morning by the time I get to my location, and when I realize I’m not the only one who’s early, I grab my Glock from my glove box and hop out of my truck. No sense in delaying the inevitable.

“Marco.” I nod and walk past him into the warehouse.

His loafers click on the ground behind me, and when I reach the table, he steps around it and lifts the lid. “It’s all here.”

I grab a tightly packed baggie and test its weight in my hand. Without a further word to him, I close the briefcase. Grabbing it by the handle, I turn and walk out. He follows me out, and right before I get in my truck, he calls my name.

When I turn to face him, it takes every single fiber of my being not to kill him. To give him the same fate he gave my mother. A slow painful death. She may have been the one to take the drugs, but he was the one who laced them. I can’t, though. Not yet. I’ve only been out for a week; I need more time.

I raise a brow at him and wait for him to speak.

“What’s with the silent treatment, my man?”

He’s such a smug bastard. I fucking loathe him.

“I’ve got nothing to say to you.”

My ass hits my seat, and I manually roll down the window. “You’ll have your profit in three days.”

“Get it to me in two and you can have an extra five percent.”

“Three days, original deal. I don’t want any fuckin’ favors from you.”

I throw the old beast in gear and pull out of the dark parking lot. Heading home to my empty, unfurnished apartment, I find a bag full of cash waiting for me. They’ve already delivered. Now, I just need to offload.

Chapter 8

Jessa

Two weeks. Two freaking weeks since he humped and dumped me. How dare he?

I’ve carried an insurmountable amount of guilt and baggage around with me since the night Ty was arrested.. To know I was responsible for the death of a man … no matter how bad he was. Did he have children, a wife? Were his parents still alive and crying at his grave because he was taken too soon?

And Ty. God, the weight on my heart for him going to jail for a crime that I committed is so heavy some days I can barely breathe. Even though he didn’t really give me a choice, did I make the right one? I always wondered if I did the right thing by letting him take the blame, but looking back, I know I did.

After Ty had been arrested that night, I was beside myself. I killed a man. I shot him, and he died right in front of me. I was able to go to the jail a couple of days later to talk to Ty; I wanted to see him. I tracked him down, and when he rounded the corner in an orange jumpsuit and shackles, I lost it. My head fell onto the clear glass barrier separating us.

I’ll never forget him picking up the phone and the angry words he spoke to me when I got the strength to lift the receiver.

“Get the fuck outta here. I don’t know you, I never knew you, and I don’t wanna see you again. You hear me?”

My mouth dropped open, but I managed to nod.

“Listen to me very closely. I don’t know you. You hear me?”

“But—”

He leaned forward, and for a brief second, his sharp features softened, and he mouthed,
Jessa, please
. Instantaneously, he growled into the receiver, “You hear me?”

I couldn’t speak, so I nodded and wiped my tears, dropped the phone, and walked out.

That was almost six years ago. Of course, I followed the trial as best as I could. When I went to see him after his conviction, I was told my name was blocked from his visitor’s list, so I left and never went back.

Then he shows up outside the bar, takes me home, we have the best sex I’ve ever had, and then he disappears. Well, fuck him. Fuck him for fuckin’ with my feelings ever since I was seventeen years old. I’ve been hung up on him for twelve years. It’s time to move on.

“Sure, Neil. Friday sounds great.” I answer the police officer whose service dog I just vaccinated.

“Want me to pick you up?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Here”—I grab one of my business cards and scribble my address and cell on the back—“I work until five, so is seven okay?”

“Yeah, that’s good. I’ll see you then.”

I smile in answer and exit the exam room, banging my head against the wall.

What am I doing?

Going out with a guy as retaliation against Ty.

To prove what?

That I don’t want Ty as much as I do.

Whatever. He obviously just needed to get laid after he was released from prison, and I was a willing participant. I can’t continue to hold on to a man who disappears out of my life in the blink of an eye. I’m not getting any younger, and I’d like to have a family one day. I’d like to have a man who wants to be seen with me instead of one who’s always running away from me.

I sigh, looking at the computer to check my schedule, and then wash my hands before heading to my next appointment. I’ll just do what I’ve done for the past six years—stay busy to forget.

* * *

The knock on my door makes all of my dogs bark, and I try to shush them as I open it for Neil. “Hey, sorry. They like to talk. A lot.”

“I love dogs, hence the whole K9 unit.” He smiles and steps inside, handing me a small bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you, these are beautiful.”