Kansas Nights [Kansas Heat 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

“Don’t stop fucking me!”

Jack roared out the frustration of having his perfect release ruined by a bossy woman’s need to take charge of every last thing. Before the pleasure robbed his ability to control his muscles at all, Jack ripped out of the heaven he should have bathed himself in and let his release pump itself out all over Kathy.

She still managed to come. He could tell that by the jerk of her body against the massive shudders racing over his. Jack might have gotten off and he did feel satiated and relaxed, but none of that made him happy at having to give up a perfectly good pussy to spurt it all out in the cold. Though, his mood did improve when he saw just how much spray he’d managed to douse the bossy woman with.

Kathy got him harder than any other woman ever had. Not that she would be too thrilled at that special talent given she also made him come more than any other. Sure enough, when he glanced up he found Kathy staring down at her stomach and chest in gaping amazement. Well, at least he’d managed to shock the woman. That put a smirk on his face.

“Oops.”

“
Damnit!”
Kathy snapped, using both her hands to shove him off her. Jack let the motion carry him back into the seat while Kathy raged at him. “You think that’s funny, don’t you?”

“I think that’s payback,” Jack corrected, settling against the door to watch the naked woman on the other side scramble up. She really was a delicious package, all plump and with so many tempting places to fuck.

His gaze couldn’t stay settled, alternating between the tempting sway of those full breasts and the smooth, pink folds of her pussy. Next time when he fucked her it would be an all-night event. Then he could pound out his release into that slick cunt until his cock actually went soft, something it was not at the moment.

Grunting, Jack straightened slightly to start tugging his own pants closed as Kathy snatched her skirt off the floor. It would be best to put the tyrant back in his jeans before it got him into any more trouble. Right then, Jack had ended with the win, but he couldn’t trust that Kathy wouldn’t turn those tables if he gave her any opportunity. That didn’t mean he’d pass up his opportunity to gloat. God knew he’d earned it.

“I guess you really taught me a lesson.”

His comment had her hands stilling, stalling her waistband mid-thigh and giving him a few more seconds of heaven before she muttered an obscenity and jerked her skirt the rest of the way up.

“No, I didn’t,” Kathy answered tersely as she yanked her shirt back across the seat. It had gotten horribly rumpled and even stained with a few spots from their recent passionate interlude on top of it. “And you didn’t teach me anything either, stud. I’d call it a draw.”

“You would want to.”

Jack couldn’t stop from smiling when she shot him another dirty look. As cute as Kathy was, she was even sexier when disgruntled. Or maybe it was the well-fucked look, with her hair all mussed, lips swollen, and skin flushed that made her so damn appealing right then.

“We need to talk.”

Momentarily satisfied and in a position of power, Jack figured it was finally time to actually take care of business. Besides, Kathy had tucked her tits back into her bra, leaving him with nothing left to admire. Sighing over the loss, Jack turned his attention back to the road. He’d left the truck running when he pulled off, so all he had to do was pop the vehicle back into gear and ease his way onto the highway.

“I need to know what you intend to tell Amanda.”

“Don’t you mean what you told me?” Even though she’d gotten herself covered, Kathy hadn’t settled down and didn’t appear to be paying their conversation much attention. “Where are my panties?”

“It doesn’t matter what I told you.” Jack corrected her first question and ignored her second. “As long as you keep it to yourself, we’re good.”

“What do you do? Collect the panties of every woman you screw? Are they like trophies? You keep a drawer full of them? To do what with? Sniff them? Please don’t tell me you try them on.”

“What did you intend to tell Amanda?” Jack repeated his question, keeping his tone even and controlled despite the annoyance flaring inside him.

“Why are you even asking?” Kathy shot back, making no attempt to hide her annoyance. “We both know a big, badass DEA agent like yourself has that ranch bugged from every end. Whatever I tell her, you’ll know when you hear it.”

“Forgive me for wanting to be prepared,” Jack shot back. “But I’d like to know what you intend to do now.”

“Now? Go home and take a shower.”

She was doing it again, intentionally driving him insane. This time Jack wouldn’t let her get the better of him. Instead of jumping to the bait he forced himself to focus on the conversation Kathy didn’t want to have.

“Fine, then why don’t I tell you what I’m going to do? You see that Jeep behind us?” Jack’s nod at the back window had Kathy’s head swiveling around to look where he gestured.

“I know that jerk.” Kathy snapped around to glare at Jack. “And I don’t think I’ve thanked you for sending him out to run me off the road. Got to wonder how the press would take to the knowledge that DEA agents like to assault innocent civilians.”

“I’m sure they’d be shocked and then pissed that you wasted their time given Collin doesn’t work for the government. Collin’s a friend,” Jack explained, patiently, not expecting Kathy to believe him. “He works for the same security company that’s protecting Amanda. His goal is her security. You and your nosy, bossy, stubborn attitude are a threat to his objective.”

“Oh, yeah.” Kathy didn’t appear too impressed with that logic. “I heard that tale. If Amanda learns the truth, she might kick all your asses to the curb, leaving her unprotected from the bad men. Then wouldn’t I feel guilty for the rest of my life if something happened to her?”

“Well”—Jack risked a glance in her direction when Kathy went silent—“wouldn’t you?”

She shot him a dirty look. “I stayed silent, didn’t I?”

“But that doesn’t mean you aren’t intent on causing trouble,” Jack retorted, slowing down as they cruised into Humble. “I not only want you to keep your mouth shut, I want you to keep your nose out of my case, but we both know you won’t do that.”

“Well, you know, I always did want to get executed by a drug cartel,” Kathy confessed. “That’s just so much cooler than growing old and dying in my bed.”

“Trust me, if the cartels think you’re involved, death will be a merciful end to what they’ll do to you, but I’m not going to allow that to happen.” He wouldn’t be able to live with it if it did. “So, Collin’s going to make sure it doesn’t.”

“Is he going to sit on me?” Kathy asked innocently.

“He might, but knowing Collin’s taste he’d more like to order you to take a seat on his lap.” Jack pulled into Kathy’s driveway and brought the truck to a stop before turning to face her directly. He even leaned in so she could see how serious he was. “And you’ll learn to obey. I’m leaving Collin in charge of not only keeping you out of trouble but getting you ready for our seventy-two hours.”

Kathy should have been cowering at that threat. The woman could have at least had the decency to look flustered. Instead, Kathy blinked and smiled. “Then I promise to show him the same amount of respect and obedience I do you, Captain.”

“And he’ll show you just as much mercy as I have.” Kathy didn’t have anything smart to say to that, but he could see the scheming in her gaze as he reached across her to pull the latch on her door. “Now be a good girl and get out of my way and my case.”

Jack fully expected some amount of attitude. He’d certainly baited the hook, but Kathy surprised him by simply nodding and sliding out of the truck. Actually she had to climb down, leaving Jack stuck again on just how short she actually was. It was easy to forget because her personality far outgrew her tiny frame. The might of her character came through in the way she lifted her chin and met his gaze head on.

“I’m on birth control,” Kathy declared as she lingered in the doorway. “And I don’t have any STDs. I plan to keep it that way.”

“You don’t have anything to worry about,” Jack assured her. “I’m clean.”

“Let’s hope you’re rich, too, because I’m sending you a bill for every pair of panties you destroy or steal. Those things are not cheap.”

* * * *

Collin stretched his legs out and shifted in his seat, looking for a more comfortable position. There wasn’t one, wouldn’t be one until his damn cock settled down. Not that he expected that to happen anytime soon.

Tracking the sway of Kathy’s ass as it flounced up her porch steps, he felt his dick swell even thicker behind the confining tightness of his jeans. Damn Jack for fucking her where Collin could catch just enough peeks to torment him. With his mind filling in the blanks, he’d had to take himself in hand just to relieve the tension.

That had been less than a half hour ago, and already his dick had hardened again. He could now count the damn beat of his pulse in the throbbing agony echoing out of his balls. The demand pounding through his blood felt so good. It had been a long time since he felt the honest rage of lust boiling in his blood. As much as Collin wished to savor the pain, he knew he wouldn’t be able to bear it for long. Soon, very soon, he’d have to bury himself balls-deep in that wet pussy or go insane from want.

“Hey, man.” Jack pulled his truck over to the side of the road Collin had parked on and brought his window even with Collin’s. “We need to have a few words.”

“You going to yell at me again for running her off the road?” Collin really wasn’t in the mood to be yelled at.

“Nope. I think I made myself clear. Now time to talk about more productive ways to keep Kathy occupied.” Jack’s true meaning couldn’t be denied given the way he relished his words.

“Really?” Collin wanted to jump all over the possibility in Jack’s words, but before his dick could celebrate he had to get one small detail down. “Does that mean you think she’s innocent and you want her out of the way, or do you think she’s guilty and want me to fuck the confession out of her?”

“Innocent is the last thing that woman is, trust me.” Jack hesitated before he corrected himself, his annoyance clear in his tone. “But when it comes to the McKinney case, she’s a junior detective, not a partner in crime.”

“Junior detective,” Collin repeated with a smirk. “And I bet she thinks she’s a senior.”

“Yes,” Jack answered succinctly before pinning Collin with a pointed look. “But if you do your job right, she won’t have the sanity left to think any damn thing.”

“Well, that does sound like a chore.” Collin held his smile back, wanting to make sure that there were no more misunderstandings. “And am I to assume the lady understands I’ve been assigned to this task?”

“She’d have to be dumb if she didn’t, and that’s the last thing Kathy Coben is.” Jack hesitated for a second, appearing to get lost in a pleasant thought as he sat smiling. “I told her to behave. I doubt she will, but she knows you’re to punish her without mercy if she steps out of line.”

“And she didn’t slap you for telling her that?” Collin snickered and glanced over at Kathy’s little house. The more he learned about her, the more intrigued he became.

“Nah.” Jack followed Collin’s gaze to Kathy’s damaged porch step and smirked. “Actually, she assured me she was on birth control and didn’t have or want any diseases…You’re clean, right?”

“Of course.”

Collin answered without thought, but a second later the importance of that question dawned on him. “Why’d you ask me that? I’ve been married for the past five years, not whoring it around like a single—
You think I cheated
!”

“Actually, I figured it was Cecelia,” Jack admitted.

“I didn’t cheat on Cecelia, and she didn’t betray me.”

“Whatever. It’s your business.” Never one to push or pry, Jack backed off immediately and completely turned the conversation. “My business is Kathy. She owes me seventy-two hours, and you’re going to make sure she gets there not only alive, but prepared. I don’t want to waste two days training her before we get to the good stuff.”

“Don’t worry.” Letting go of their argument, Collin welcomed the warm rush of lust chasing away the cold, bitter bite of his memories. “I’ll make sure she’s ready to bend over on command.”

“Don’t get all cocky now,” Jack warned him. “The woman’s not above fighting dirty and doesn’t seem to suffer from any inhibitions, but most of all she’s got her own agenda. Worst of all, she’s smart.”

* * * *

Jack might have laughed at her parting shot, but Kathy hadn’t been kidding. He didn’t understand how much it cost to buy matched sets of underwear. Then again, maybe he didn’t consider it expensive. God knew his truck had to cost more than Kathy made in a year. Of course, that wouldn’t be a problem if she happened to stumble into a hidden cache of money.

Not that Kathy would keep the money, but it made her feel better to imagine what she’d do with it. That thought led to others, and before long her next step became obvious. Kathy needed to have a conversation with Benny Brad George. An old childhood friend, he also happened to be the glorified super at the trailer park across from Will’s place. If anybody knew something worth knowing, it was Benny. Kathy knew for damn certain he hadn’t talked to the cops. He’d talk to her, though.

Three hours after Jack had told her to stay out of his case, Kathy swung the rental car Cindy had dropped off into Turner Village’s dirt drive. She didn’t come alone, but bearing gifts. To make sure Benny was in a good mood, Kathy had picked up the very best tequila the package store had. As the other night had proved, a little booze did help grease the wheels. Since she didn’t intend to grease the same wheels she had with Jack, Kathy had also picked up a pizza. Booze went best with either sex or greasy food. She happened to know for a fact that Benny loved greasy foods.

Cruising around the dented and rusted trailers that speckled the dirt field known as Happy Patch Trailer and RV Park, Kathy pulled the little compact in front of the most beat-up one buried in the back. Older and far more rusted, the small fifth wheel had been planted in that same spot for so many decades Kathy figured it would end up being like the pyramids in Egypt, slowly weathering away with the elements. That sort of fit Benny. He believed in letting nature take its course.