Jacked Up (Bowen Boys #4) (28 page)

“Don’t worry about Max. He’s hardheaded.”

“The Diablos were so important to Jonah, and I stood him up so many times in that last year. I didn’t want to let Tate down by bailing on her again and dumping the restaurant on her. Instead I put everyone in jeopardy. Maldonado was probably at Rosita’s and at the house.”

Jack tightened his embrace. “You did what you thought was the right thing to do.”

She turned around to face him. “I was wrong and stubborn and unnecessarily difficult. Sorry I gave you such a hard time. I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh yes, you meant it,” he said smirking, the laugh lines around his eyes softening his otherwise harsh demeanor.

“Okay, sometimes I did,” she conceded. “It’s ingrained in me to defy authority types.”

“Let’s get out of the water,” he said, hoisting her up.

He took her to bed after drying her. Wrapped her in a fluffy quilt and engulfed her in his arms. She snuggled against him, burying her face in his neck. Her hair was going to be a mess when she woke up, but she didn’t care.

She must have fallen asleep for a while. How long, she didn’t know.

When she woke up, she propped herself on her elbow and studied him. Even sleeping he looked…severe. Alert. Bone-deep weariness marring his expression.

She caressed his face, the dark stubble raspy under her fingertips.

“What are you doing?” he asked, not opening his eyes.

“Soothing you.”

His inquisitive eyes opened this time. “I already told you once I don’t need soothing.”

“Yes you do,” she said, smoothing the worry lines from his forehead. “You also need to be taken care of. You deserve it.”

The way his muscles tensed at her words showed his disagreement, but she didn’t care. She nuzzled his scars, kissed them, feeling the tension rolling off him.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked.

She snorted softly. “You’re such a romantic.”

“Do you?” he insisted.

She lifted her gaze to his and nodded.

“Open your legs for me. I want to eat you out first.”

She did, slowly, enjoying the way he was staring at her, his huge cock twitching.

By the time he lifted his head from her crotch, she was gooey and shivering in the aftermath of her second orgasm. As he placed his mouth on her pussy again, she grabbed his hair and pulled. “No more. You promised to fuck me.” She wanted to come with him, not alone.

“How do you want it?”

His question threw her off. “You taking requests now?”

His lips tilted into a slow smile. God, the bastard was handsome. Even while growling at her as he’d done wearing the Diablos outfit, he’d been gorgeous. Gloriously naked with his mouth shiny from her juices, his hard cock leaking precum, asking her how she wanted him? Just out of this world.

“Wiseass.”

“Thanks, I do my best.”

In spite of his visibly throbbing erection, he didn’t charge at her. “Your call.”

Elle knew very well what she wanted. “I want to ride you.”

Never breaking eye contact, he lay on the bed and she straddled him.

“Wow, I get to be on top. Be still my heart,” she joked, which earned her a spank. “I thought now that we’re on your home turf, you’d go all macho and try using some of your heavy-duty hardware on me.”

“You can’t take me on,” he stated, the cocksureness in his tone grating on her.

Elle stared at him defiantly. “Oh, but I can.” As a matter of fact, and although she would burn in hell before admitting it, the last time she’d taken him on had resulted in an earthshattering orgasm. Tied, blindfolded. At his mercy, yet made powerful by his need.

Jack straightened up and looked her in the eye. “Can you?” Then he leaned toward the nightstand and fished something from the drawer. “Butt plug. I want you wearing it while I’m fucking you.”

He didn’t ask, didn’t push, just waited, the question in his face.

She went for nonchalant. “I’m not sticking anything up my ass that has been in your other lovers’.”

“It’s brand-new. I bought it for you.”

“Really? When?” she asked, taken aback.

“The first time I saw you.”

“What made you think you’d get me in your bed, let alone agree to wear that? Wishful thinking?”

He shrugged morosely. “One can always dream.”

Dream. That was the first time he’d admitted something like that.

“I’ll wear the butt plug, but it will be me fucking your cock.” His length jerked and got even bigger. “You’ll get to experience what I learned after two years of twerking,” she said to break the tension filling the air.

He said nothing, his gaze boring holes in her.

“How do we do this?” she asked in a whisper, spellbound by his eyes.

She moved to unstraddle him, but he stopped her. “Stay. I want to watch you.”

Okay. Because she wasn’t feeling self-conscious and out of her depth enough.

Dazzled and inexplicably aroused, she stared while Jack, without dislodging her from his lap, got some lube and spread it on the butt plug, and then put a dollop on the tip of his fingers.

“Give me your mouth,” he ordered, without moving to get it.

She leaned and kissed him, her rear clenching as Jack’s finger, cool from the lube, nudged against her back entrance.

“Relax, pet. Let me in.” He didn’t force his way in, he just stayed at the door, massaging her rosette in tight circles, little by little lubing her up, stoking her need until she was the one pushing against his hand, panting on his mouth, wanting more. Jeez, that was good. Her ass was spasming, her pussy creaming, her achy nipples incredibly sensitive every time they rasped against Jack’s chest, which was with every one of her choppy breaths.

“Such a perfect ass,” he growled, his eyes intense, as a second finger breached her. Slowly. Stretching the sensitive ring of muscles and her inner walls.

He withdrew and suddenly she felt something bigger and colder against her behind, pressing inside her, the butt plug getting wider the more he drove it in. She tensed.

“Don’t fight me,” Jack whispered against her mouth, and then nipped at her lips, teasing her, all while relentlessly pushing that damn device into her, awakening nerve endings she had no clue she had.

“I don’t think I can,” she whimpered a second before the tapered end lodged in place.

“Oh, but you can,” he replied with a devilish grin, his hands splayed on her ass cheeks, rubbing them, which made the butt plug move and jiggle inside her. “You can take me on, remember?”

That had been prior to having this huge thing up her ass, tormenting her. “Jack—”

“Mouth,” he said, reading her. I’ll take care of you.”

He was a phenomenal kisser, but she doubted he could make her forget how uncomfortably full she felt. He worked his magic though, whispering against her lips how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her, while with one hand he caressed her clit and with the other played with her ass cheeks. In no time she was dripping wet, panting and holding onto his shoulders for dear life. Fighting for breath. Needing him inside her.

He redoubled his efforts on her hypersensitive clit. “Look what you do to me, pet. I’m so fucking hard I’m hurting. Leaking all over you. Dying to have you. And feel your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock.”

Her release totally blindsided her, hitting her like a freight train. Her ass clenched around the plug while her pussy spasmed around emptiness.

“So beautiful,” Jack grumbled, his erection jerking against her as she whimpered and shuddered, immersed in her orgasm.

“I’m aching so much,” she said when she could speak. “I need you in my pussy.”

He lay down, nudging the crown against her folds. “Take my cock.”

She sat on him slowly, relishing the feel of his shaft spreading her inner lips. But that was as far as it would go. He was big enough without that thing stretching her ass. She wanted him so much, she pushed aside the discomfort.

He grabbed her by her hips. “Slowly, pet.”

“I don’t want slowly,” she complained, frustrated when she couldn’t move down on him. “And I’m in charge.”

“Tough shit,” he grunted. “I’m not down with hurting you.”

“One would think you’re one of those kinky, lots of extreme hardware, chains kind of guy.”

“I don’t normally need those. Since I met you, I’ve begun to consider the virtues of roping. And caning.”

“You wouldn’t cane me,” she whispered frozen, shocked at his choice of words. Caning? Really? What was she, a horse that needed breaking?

His eyes softened. “No, I wouldn’t. I’d fuck you until you can’t see straight. Give you that little bit of pain, the intensity you seem to like with your pleasure. Fuck your ass if you ever let me. Restrain you and make you come like crazy, but I would never hurt you.”

Good, they understood each other.

Relishing his groans and curses, she took him inside her, her body little by little accepting him until his pubic hair was deliciously pressing against her open, bare folds. She remained still, trembling. Fighting to accommodate him. Her ass stretched to the max, her pussy too.

“Now,” he said with a teasing smirk so uncharacteristic of him that jolted her, “what was that you were saying about the virtues of twerking? So far I don’t see anything unusual.”

Oh he hadn’t dared her, had he?

Elle took her time with him, riding him slowly and fast, mixing it up, her hips swirling around, something that seemed to work for Jack, whose body was gleaming with sweat.

“You are killing me,” he spat, tense as a bow. “So fucking hot.”

“Don’t come yet,” she said against his lips, breathing through her own need.

“Stop fucking me so good then,” he let out, repeating the words that she’d said to him once upon a time.

She clenched her inner muscles around him so hard that she almost sent herself over. “Huge payoff if you don’t come.”

He stilled her and she watched as he fought to control his body and managed to suppress his need to come.

“That’s my Borg,” she said.

“Smart-ass,” he grunted, surging in hard and fast, ripping a gasp out of her.

For a guy who was giving her the reins, he was mighty bossy. Then again, this was Jack. He was always bossy. That he hadn’t knocked her on her back by now and taken over was an accomplishment.

She wrested control back and got him and herself to the brink of release twice more; then she couldn’t tease him anymore because she was thrashing and quivering.

He grabbed her hips, trapping her arms at her sides, and decreed, “We’re both coming, now.”

It might have been the authoritative tone of his voice, or the huge cock pulsing against her womb, or the butt plug torturing her ass, or the way he was restraining her movements, but she melted right away. Staring into his eyes as he lost it too sent her even higher.

“I see the virtues of twerking,” she heard him mumble afterward.

She laughed softly. “Told you. Every evil has its flip side. Same goes for the ass thingy.”

“You liked it,” he said, slowly pulling the sex toy out of her, sending new ripples of pleasure all over her tingly body.

She shrugged, not ready to admit this had been one of the best lovemaking of her life. The guy was already too full of himself; he didn’t need any encouragement.

Elle stayed on top of him until their breathing was back to normal, and even after.

“Let me go clean myself. I know you get your Neanderthal kicks out of seeing all your cum dripping from the women you fuck, but honest to God, falling asleep with that sticky goo on me is frigging uncomfortable.”

When she came back from the bathroom, Jack was still in bed, in the same position she’d left him. His eyes were trained on her, his pose cocky and arrogant, but she didn’t feel intimidated or unsure. She boldly lay on top of him and he engulfed her in his arms.

“For the record, I don’t get my Neanderthal kicks from seeing my cum dripping from any woman,” he said, that raspy voice of his abrading her senses. “I get them from seeing it on you. Just you.”

“Not sure if I should be flattered or insulted.”

He snorted. Yeah, she reckoned in his world that was a high form of compliment. Nuts.

Jack’s cell beeped, and he reached for it.

Elle couldn’t make out the conversation on the other end, and Jack’s responses didn’t give her too many clues, seeing as they consisted of “Speaking, go,” “Right,” and “Okay.” He even hung up without a measly “Bye.”

She lifted her head to him.

“Preliminary DNA results are in. Forensics confirm one of the bodies from the car is Maldonado. Dental records match too.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Really? Is it over?”

He nodded. “It’s over, pet.”

Her breath whooshed out of her, relief blanketing her.

She’d thought once the nightmare was over, she was going to dance and scream from joy, but she was still too numb, so she snuggled closer to him and closed her eyes.

They stayed like that for a long while, both quiet. She liked hearing his steady heartbeat. Strong. Rhythmic. Dependable.

“So this is your place.”

“This is my place,” he repeated.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll stalk you now that I know where you live?”

“I’m counting on the shock of the explosion to make your memory fuzzy.”

She laughed softly. “Damn, you’re funny, Borg.”

“I don’t think I’ve been accused of that before. Besides,” he continued, “your house was too exposed. The cabin too far away. A hotel too impersonal. You needed rest.”

“What do you mean my house is too exposed? You think they will come after me even with Maldonado dead?”

“I don’t think so. No narco’s empire is built on blind trust and loyalty. Once the king is down, the fights will start to crown a new king, and that one won’t give a rat’s ass what happened to the last one. Heck, he’d probably be thankful to you for it, but I didn’t want to risk it, because if Maldonado had been alive, he’d have gone there to search for you. As it is now, with him dead, you’re off the hook. Attending the Diablos event and unhooding for that crying kid wasn’t the most brilliant of ideas, but I’ll grant you it worked out pretty well. Now you don’t need to testify. You’re free,” he continued. “You don’t have to put up with me anymore.”