Nauti Intentions (15 page)

wasn’t going to go away.

For his sake, he was right; it was better no one knew he was staying with her. His reputation wouldn’t suffer for having slept with the daughter of a

traitor, and when this was over, maybe she would leave. Being alone in another city beat the hel out of being miserable here, knowing no one trusted her,

that no one even considered the fact that she was as much a victim in Dayle and Nadine’s conspiracies as anyone else had been.

But because she had played the dutiful daughter when he demanded it, now she would pay for that as wel . No one wanted to see beneath the surface.

No one except a bar ful of bikers wanted to know the woman she was, rather than the woman they wanted to perceive her as.

Rogue had said once that this county had created her and she’d stuck around to rub their noses in it. Janey didn’t think she had that much

strength. Once Alex walked back out of her bed, she would have no choice but to leave. Because a part of her knew she had stayed to be with him.

“Are you ready to go?†He opened the driver’s-side door of the pickup and helped her in, ignoring Natches and the others as he climbed in

beside her.

A second later they were pul ing out. Janey could feel her family’s gazes on her as they left, and it left a heaviness inside her to know how worried

they were.

Not about a potential stalker. They were more worried about the fact that it was Alex she was leaving with. Rather than gaining their trust to fol ow her

heart as they had fol owed theirs, Janey instead felt their combined worry and concern weighing her down, pul ing at her heart.

She wasn’t used to that concern; at least she wasn’t used to feeling it. She had been alone for so long that sometimes she didn’t stop to

wonder if it was natural not to let someone know she would be gone. Or what her plans were, or if she was happy or sad. No one had ever been in a

position to support her, or to ease her through the hel her life had been for so long. Now Janey didn’t depend on anyone but herself.

It was better that way. As Alex pul ed from the bar and headed toward the lake, she told herself it was better knowing the terms and conditions of any

relationship before one stepped into it.

Alex needed to protect his reputation. She had heard a few of the conversations at the restaurant. She knew the city council was hoping to get him in as

the next chief of police. He couldn’t risk a relationship, at least not a public one, with her. The daughter of a traitor. A supposedly once loving daughter.

Yeah, she had played that role wel .

And now she was going to pay for it.

EIGHT

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Alex pul ed the pickup into a secluded clearing next to the lake, the same area he had first noticed the woman Janey was turning into, six years before.

The narrow dirt road that led to the tree-sheltered clearing and rocky beach was a favorite summer gathering place. During those warmer months, the

lake level would be higher, the water warm and relatively safe to swim in.

Now the bare trees swayed in a cold winter wind, the lake was low, deserted, and the clearing intimate and empty of anyone except the two of them. He

cut the lights and stared at the water spreading out before them.

“Natches has a right to be pissed,†he final y told her softly. “You need someone who’s going to fal in love with you. Someone who can

give you a future.â€

And he couldn’t. He couldn’t give her the dreams he knew she had inside her. That happily-ever-after every woman deserved, especial y this

woman.

“I don’t expect you to fal in love with me, Alex,†she answered him, her voice somber. “I never asked you to.â€

He turned and stared at her.

She was watching the lake, her expression quiet, calm. That damned mask she wore had the power to piss him off more than Natches’s barbed

comments or the hard, warning fist he’d felt in his back earlier.

“Then why are you here with me, Janey?†he asked her gently, when the need, the hunger, powering through him was anything but gentle. “In

six months you’ve not had a single date. You haven’t made friends.â€

“Rogue . . .â€

“Doesn’t count.†He sighed. “Rogue is a good person; don’t get me wrong. But she’s one person, Janey. One friend, and a wild

one at that. The woman in that bar isn’t you.â€

Her lips took a bitter edge. “That’s where you’re wrong, Alex.†She shook her head, her hair brushing her face as she stil stared at the

lake. “So wrong.†She looked at him then, and he felt a ragged, painful emotion tighten his throat at the expression on her face. “That’s

everything I’ve had to push back al my life. Dancing. Laughing. I had fun. It was fun. I want to be me, just for a little while. Just me. Without feeling the

condemnation of a county, or the judgmental opinions of those who keep watching to see if I’m just as dirty, just as evil as what spawned me.â€

“Janey.â€

“I want to touch you, Alex.†She turned then, shifted her shoulders, shrugged off his jacket. “I want to be wild with you. I want to be me with you.

Is that so wrong? Is it so horrible?â€

Pale skin shimmered in the moonlight. His palms itched to touch her, to feel her soft flesh beneath his hands.

“Alex. Just for a little while, pretend with me.†He watched her eyes, saw the shimmer of tears. “Pretend I’m just a woman you want. That

there’s nothing wrong with me. That there’s nothing dirty tainting who I am. Just for a little while.â€

Christ. She was going to cry. The tears were in her eyes, eyes naked with need. The need to be touched, held. To be a woman with the man she

desired.

Then her words penetrated his lust-fogged brain. His gaze sharpened on her as he reached out, jerking her to him.

“Never let me hear you say something like that again,†he barked ruthlessly as her eyes widened in shock and he gave her a quick, hard shake.

“Pretend, your ass. For Christ’s sake, Janey. I want you until I can’t breathe for it. I have for years. And the only thing you’re tainted with is

my fucking touch. Because by God, I should know better.â€

The desperate, blinding need that exploded inside him, to wipe such a thought from her head, spil ed through Alex. He ached; to the center of his soul

he ached that she somehow believed she wasn’t truly desirable, that she was tainted and somehow unworthy.

“Look at you.†His voice was an agonized whisper as he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, holding her as he moved, shifted,

bending over her until she had no choice but to recline back on the bench seat.

God, now he knew why he hadn’t wanted that fucking console in his truck. So he could do this.

“You make me so fucking hard I can’t even think.†He lowered his head and nipped her pouty lower lip.

Damn truck was too smal . He shoved his knee between her thighs and braced his foot on the floor. But hel . He shoved his knee right against her

pussy, watching that damned skirt slide up her thighs to reveal white lacy panties.

He was not fucking her in this truck, he thought. It wasn’t going to happen. There simply wasn’t enough room.

“Alex.†She whispered his name, her hips moving, riding his knee as her arms twined around his neck. “Kiss me hard and deep. Like

you’re as hungry for me as I am for you.â€

Janey was dying inside. She needed him. She’d partied and had fun tonight, maybe had one beer too many, but she hadn’t forgotten that she

wasn’t dancing with Alex. He hadn’t taken her out; he wasn’t holding her, laughing with her.

And then he had been there, like a fantasy come to life. Hard and warm, holding her in his arms, dancing with her, staring at her with al that hunger in

his eyes, and al she wanted was one night. Just this one night to be more than the traitor’s daughter, more than the responsibility he had to babysit.

She was no one’s baby. Sometimes she felt as though she belonged to nothing and no one. Tonight, just for a little while, she wanted to belong to

Alex.

She lifted to him, her thighs tightening on the hard width of his knee shoved against her pussy, and oh, that felt so good. Her arms tightened around his

neck, her tongue licking out at his lips.

And then he was there. His lips covered hers with that hungry groan she loved so much and he was kissing her hard and deep. One hand held her neck,

keeping her in place. The other gripped the hem of her skirt, jerking it higher, over the band of her stockings.

She could feel him al over her. From her lips to her legs. So warm and hard, like a living blanket fil ed with fiery heat.

“I’m not fucking you in a pickup.†He groaned, sipping at her lips now rather than devouring them. Teasing her with his kisses. “I’m

tel ing you now, Janey. I’m not doing it.â€

“Okay,†she panted in excitement, her hands moving down his chest as he eased back, pul ing the shirt from his jeans before her fingers moved to

his belt. “We can do other stuff.â€

“Ah hel .†His groan almost made her smile.

“I want to taste you again, Alex.†She jerked his belt open, loosened it, then pul ed at the metal button of his jeans. “I want you in my mouth,

against my tongue. I want to suck you, taste you.â€

She slid the zipper of his jeans down, her eyes widening as his cock sprang free.

“Hmm, commando,†she whispered breathlessly, using both hands to surround it, stroke it. “Alex. I’m scandalized.â€

“You’re about to get more scandalized. Because, baby, you’re gonna suck my dick until I fil your mouth.â€

She’d never heard that tone in his voice. It sent a shiver down her spine as he pul ed back, sitting back in the seat to lean against the door, his cock

rising from his jeans, thick and hard as he pul ed her up between his legs.

One large hand circled the heavy stalk; the other clasped her neck again. She hadn’t realized how sexy that was, how much she loved his strong

fingers control ing her head, holding her wherever he wanted her.

Submission wasn’t a game she played, but this, the firm, determined hold of a man who knew what he wanted, knew how to take a woman. Oh

yeah, this she liked.

She tugged back, staring up at him as she knelt in front of him, her lips parting as she fought to breathe.

“It’s awful big,†she drawled before licking her lower lip. “Maybe I can’t handle it.â€

The amused grunt that fil ed the cab almost had her grinning. “I’l teach you how to handle it.â€

He palmed the back of her neck, pushing her down. “Lift your ass while you go down on me, baby. Give me something to play with while you blow

my mind.â€

Janey wrapped her fingers around the engorged shaft. Her tongue peeked out, licked over the damp crown, and she moaned at the taste of him.

Moaned at the hard jerk of his cock, the rasp of his breath.

He reclined against the door, one leg on the floor, the other stretched out along the seat, and his cock real y was big. She loved it. It was thick and long,

and for tonight, it was al hers.

She pursed her lips, pressed them over the slit, then slid them down over the throbbing heat as she felt his hands, both of them, clench in her hair.

“Christ. Your mouth,†he groaned. “Janey, sweetheart, you’re going to kil me.â€

She was dying herself. She surrounded the thick crest with her mouth, remembering the taste of him in the bar, salty and male, dark and delicious. She

wanted more. She wanted to feel him pumping in her mouth, fil ing her with his release.

She could feel her own pleasure building at his ragged, hoarse groans. Electric sensation whipped through her, sizzled between her thighs, wrapped

around her clit, and tormented it with the need for orgasm.

“Damn. Baby. Such a sweet little mouth.†His voice was harder now, darker. He was loving it. Loving what she was doing to him, and it fil ed her

mind, intoxicating her. He was more potent than whiskey.

His pleasure tore through her mind, building her own. She was touching him. This hard, experienced man. A man she’d never believed she would

have in her bed. Touching him and he was loving it. He was hard and hot in her mouth, his muscles tight, bunching each time she flicked her tongue over

the broad crest and sucked him deeper into her mouth.

“That’s it, Janey,†he groaned. “Suck me slow and easy, baby. Damn you. It’s so good. So sweet.â€

One hand moved from her hair, slid down her back. She felt the skirt rising, passing over her rear, exposing it, bunching at her hips.

“Damn you. Fucking thongs.†His finger slid beneath the little strap that ran between her buttocks. “Oh, Janey, that’s fucking wicked,

baby.â€

He tugged at the strap, tightening the material over her clit as she moaned. Because it felt so damned good. Her thighs parted, and her mouth drew him

deeper, sucking his cock head with hungry draws of her mouth.

Each time the pleasure tore through him, he rewarded her. He pul ed on the strap, caressed her clit with the tightening fabric until her hips were rol ing

with each tug of the cloth, her moans building in her throat and passing by his cock.

One hand stayed locked in her hair. He moved her mouth on him, refusing to let her suck him faster, keeping her rhythm slow and easy.

“Yeah, that’s the way, baby. Tease my dick. Pay me back now. Because when I get you spread out on a bed . . .†He groaned, his hips jerked,

driving his cock against her almost involuntarily as she tongued the underside. “You little witch, when I get my lips on your pussy, I’m going to

make you beg to come.â€