French Quarter (21 page)

At her prodding, Jack’s cock pounded into her with even more force. She cried out with each punishing stroke, caught in a place of near pleasure/pain he fucked her so intensely. Above her, his teeth were clenched, his eyes feral slits of darkness. She spread her legs wider, wanting more and more of him inside her—
deep, hard
.

“Oh!” she whimpered when one of Ty’s hands dropped from her breast to her pussy. Yes, yes, he rubbed her clit as Jack pummeled her with the most severely pleasurable fuck of her life. “Mmm,” she moaned as Ty’s fingers moved in brisk, vigorous motions over her clitoris. “God, yes,” she breathed, thinking—
soon, soon, oh, she was going to come, so damn hard.

“Is that good, baby, the way you like it?” Ty asked from behind.

“Mmm, yes!” She fucked his fingers as much as she fucked Jack’s cock, and the idea of his hand being so very near to Jack’s erection, wondering if there were instances when he was touching Jack, too, was the impetus that pushed her over the edge.

“Ohhhh!” she cried as the short but brutal climax broke, echoing fiercely through her whole body.

“That’s right, honey, come for us,” Ty urged.

She drove her cunt harder against both means of stimulation—
Yes! Yes! Yes!
—until, when she least expected it, Jack yelled, too.

“Ah, me, too, baby! Here I go!” He drove himself even deeper into her, his eyes shut in ecstasy, grunting a release that seemed as powerful as hers had been. “I’m comin’ in you, darlin’, I’m comin’ so fuckin’ hard for you!” His powerful strokes continued to pummel her, bury her, making her close her eyes and see new colors…until finally they eased, stopped, and the only sound was that of heavy breathing; hers, his, Ty’s.

Jack bracketed her face with his hands and kissed her, firm and long, and then finally he withdrew as, together, they all collapsed in an exhausted heap.

* * * * *

 The next day was Monday—which brought a rather rude awakening to an utterly astounding weekend for Liz. Ty was gone when they woke and she would have loved to snuggle with Jack for awhile, but Monday, of course, meant work, and she knew she’d never make it on time.

“You could just wear your sexy red dress,” Jack teased her from bed as she washed up in the bathroom. “I’m sure the men in your office would enjoy it as much as I did.”

Coming back into the room naked, she grinned at him. “Not
quite
as much as you did.”

He laughed. “Well, I hope not, but I’m sure they’d enjoy the view from the
outside
.”

She did don the dress again in order for Jack to drive her home, and even as rumpled from sleep as she was, she thought he seemed aroused by the sight of her in it.

“So,” he said, pulling into the driveway of Lynda’s opulent home, “tonight? Or…do you need an evening to rest?”

The truth was—she did need an evening to rest. She needed an evening to look for a new place to live, to maybe figure out how to get the rest of her things from Todd’s house, to get her life reorganized a little since the shock of having it turned upside down. But she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be with Jack—he was beginning to seem as essential to her as air or water. “Tell you what,” she said with a hopeful smile. “Maybe we could…tone things down a little. Maybe you could come over here for a change, we’ll order a pizza or something simple, and just have a quiet evening.”

“All right.” He nodded, but she couldn’t tell if he was disappointed by the suggestion. She had no idea if Lynda would be home tonight, or if they’d have any chance for sex; surely he was wondering the same thing.

As she kissed him goodbye, she said, “Last night, Jack, was…the most extraordinary experience I’ve ever had.”

“Me, too,” he told her. “
Merci, chere
. Thank you for giving me that. Fulfilling my fantasy.”

She gazed into his dark, hypnotic eyes. “It was truly my pleasure.”

* * * * *

It had been a long day and by the end of it, Liz was glad she’d opted for a quieter-than-usual night with Jack. She still wasn’t sure if such an evening would satisfy a man with such a zest for life and sex, but her odyssey of the past few days had left her exhausted.

Walking in the front door, she found the house quiet—and a note from Lynda on the refrigerator:
Barhopping tonight on Bourbon with some old friends. If you and Jack are in the neighborhood, keep an eye out for me
—
I’ll probably be the drunk one pretending it’s still Mardi Gras and flashing her tits at young boys for beads : ) Hope you had a nice night with Jack, honey
—
and hope the red dress wowed him.

What an understatement, she thought with a chuckle. Both the part about the dress wowing him
and
the part about having a nice night with Jack.

Although she adored Lynda, she couldn’t be sorry her friend had other plans tonight, so she and Jack could be alone. Climbing the stairs to her room, she contemplated what to wear for this evening’s get-together and decided to play it simple yet a little bit naughty with a pair of denim shorts and a fitted t-shirt—a sexy bra and panty set underneath.

Shedding the day’s suit, blouse, and pantyhose onto her bed, she moved to the dresser and opened the drawer where she’d placed her lingerie. She selected a demi-bra and matching thong made of sky blue lace.

Padding down the hall in the white bra and panties she’d worn to work, she entered the bathroom and washed up with a cool cloth—the grueling heat and humidity she’d been warned to expect in New Orleans’ summer months was coming on full force already and she wanted to freshen up before seeing her lover this evening.

Upon returning to her room, she shed her bra, adding it to the pile on the bed, and had just reached for the sexy blue one when she heard a noise and looked up to see the closet door opening.

Fright assailed her, freezing her in place.

A second later, Todd appeared, his eyes filled with venom.

Damn it, damn it, damn it—she’d been so typically naïve to think he wouldn’t realize where she’d gone. She’d just thought…oh hell, she’d
wanted
to think he wouldn’t realize she was there because it had been a simple, easy answer when she’d needed one, and she’d honestly never thought Todd was crazy enough to sneak into someone else’s home—but clearly she’d underestimated him again.

“You look lovely, my dear,” he said, a wry smile reshaping his face.

She felt more truly naked before him than ever before—felt his eyes assaulting her, turning her into more of an object than a person. She instinctively reached for the blouse she’d recently discarded, holding it up over her breasts.

“Come now, you don’t think you can keep me from what’s rightfully mine, do you, Elizabeth?”

Oh God, he really was off the deep end! Her only choice, though, was to act tough,
be
tough. “Look, Todd, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, sneaking into Lynda’s house and hiding in my closet, but I suggest you get out of here before I call the police.”

He glanced at the room’s phone—unfortunately located on the side of the bed where he currently stood. He looked smug, still wearing a menacing smile. “I don’t think you’ll be able to make that call, my love. And I don’t think you really want to, either.”

She blinked, nonplussed by his bizarre demeanor. For the first time, he was actually scaring her—a lot. Before now, she’d taken these episodes as aberrant behavior based on his shock over the breakup, but finally she was seeing—
believing
—that
this
was the real Todd.

She had to figure a way out of this situation, and that meant she had to keep herself from panicking.

He began slowly rounding the bed, heading toward her. She refused to cower, though—and only hoped her fear didn’t show on her face.

“Elizabeth, my dear, I can only presume you were planning to put on that hot little bra and panties for the Neanderthal who came to your rescue a few days ago, but I forgive you. You’re just a little confused right now.” He stood directly in front of her, only a foot away. “You’re angry with me and I understand that. But you don’t really want anyone else, you only want me. And I’m fully prepared to remind you just how much.”

She shook her head. “Todd, you’re delusional. I
don’t
want you. We are
over
, okay? Listen to me. We’re done. And I don’t know why you want me so much—now you’re free to have
whoever
you want in your lap
whenever
you want. So go home and leave me alone.”

“My dear little Elizabeth,” he said, as if berating an unruly child. “I want you because you’ll be the perfect wife. We belong together—you know that as much as I do. So I might get a little extracurricular entertainment on the side now and then. What does it matter? You’ve had your fun with your big caveman, but that’s over now. From now on, you’re only going to be with me.”

A sense of self-preservation forced her to finally take a step back from him, but he reached out and grabbed her wrist, using the other hand to rip the blouse away from her chest. “You have such great tits, my love—just seeing them right now has me turned on.” He tightened his grip so much it hurt. “You’re going to fuck me now, Elizabeth. You’re going to fuck me just like you’ve been fucking that other guy. Only you’re going to like it better with me, do you hear me? Then when we’re done, you’re going to tell me how much you missed it, and how good I was. And we’re going to go home together where we belong, where all this nonsense can come to an end.”

Up to now, Liz had kept her head about her. She’d been frightened, but able to act brave, still not quite believing Todd would really do something like hurt her, or—God forbid—rape her. Before a week ago, she’d never seen him behave this way. He might have been sneaking off to Club Venus every night for weeks, but when he’d been with her, he’d remained his steady, reliable, respectful self. Today, though, his eyes were different than she ever remembered them being. Maybe she just hadn’t really looked at them all that much before. Or maybe she just hadn’t wanted to
see
, because back then, good conservative Liz always played the role she was given without protest or doubt. Now, a true sense of panic began to bite into her, seeming to gnaw at her from the inside out.

Still, she had to try to reason with him, even if he was out of his mind. She was here alone, Jack wasn’t due for another hour, and she certainly couldn’t overpower Todd. Reasoning with him was her only hope.

“Todd, I’m not having sex with you. You need to go. Now.” She’d sounded forceful, but her voice had come out shaky, damn it.

“I can’t go without making love to you, darling. Once I do, you’ll realize we belong together. You won’t want anyone else. You’ll just want to put this whole silly breakup behind us, like I do, and get on with our life together.”

He continued squeezing her arm so tight it hurt. “Let go of me, Todd. Let go of me right now.”

“Are you going to make love to me the way a good wife should?”

She let out a nervous breath. “Of course not.”

“Then I can’t let you go yet.”

As panic began to consume her, she reacted with her gut and tried to jerk her arm away. His grip was too tight and she only succeeded in pulling him off balance, making him crash into her—his other arm came around her nearly naked body, tight.

“Fuck me, Elizabeth,” he growled as if they were sharing mutual passion. “Fuck me now.”

Chapter 10

She couldn’t take this—having his arms around her, being naked with him,
against
him. Following her instincts, she began to struggle, and when that didn’t work, she drove her knee upward into his crotch as hard as she could.

Thank God—a direct hit. It made him release her entirely as he yelped and curled into himself, backing away. “You bitch!”

Just then the doorbell rang and, even in her state of near-nakedness, Liz ran out the door, down the hall, down the steps, thinking of nothing but getting help before Todd got his strength back. She ripped open the door to find Jack on the other side.

“
Chere
,” he said with a wicked little smile, taking in her nakedness but not her panic, “I thought we were gonna have a quiet evenin’, but—”

She shook her head furiously. “Todd’s upstairs. He was waiting in my closet. He came out when I was changing clothes.”

Jack’s eyes turned instantly hard and black as he absorbed her words. His stance grew rigid and his hands curled into fists. “Did he hurt you?”

She thought vaguely about her sore arm, but knew she’d gotten off lucky. “No. Not quite. I mean…I think he was going to…but then I…” She couldn’t get anything sensible out of her mouth.

Yet it didn’t matter because Jack stepped inside, shut the door and headed to the stairs. By the time he reached the top, Todd was yelling, “Come back here, you bitch! I’m not done with you yet!”

Jack headed straight toward the voice and Liz frantically followed.

When she stepped in the room, Jack was hovering over Todd’s crumpled form. He looked back at her. “What happened to him,
chere
?”

“I kneed him in the balls.”

Even through his anger, she saw the admiration in his eyes. “Nice job. But it’s not half as bad as the little shit deserves.”

Jack reached for a robe on a nearby hook and tossed it to Liz, reminding her she wore nothing but a pair of white undies. She slid the silky beige robe on, cinching the tie tight in front.