Unleashed (20 page)

Lust raged as she came closer, her breasts swelling over the cups of her lacy black bra.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Her eyes widened in feigned surprise as her hands stilled on the button of her jeans. “You don’t want to talk, and we can either sit here in silence, stewing about all the shit going on around us, or we can pass the time doing the one thing we’re good at. Unless you’re too tired from before?” Her fingers flicked open the button of her jeans and her zipper was as loud as a buzz saw as she eased it down.

God damn Caroline, always changing the game. This was the woman he remembered, always standing up to him, giving as good as she got. A surge of affection bubbled through his veins, and he shoved it aside. He couldn’t afford to like her, couldn’t afford to admire her, couldn’t afford to rehash all the reasons he’d once thought she was the only woman on the planet for him.

Black lace peeked through the vee of her jeans as she sauntered over, all smoldering dark eyes and slinky curves. She stopped close enough for him to feel the soft warmth of her satin and lace clad breasts through his T-shirt. His cock hardened another inch, straining behind his zipper like it hadn’t gone off like a geyser less than an hour ago. His stomach muscles jerked like he’d been shocked as Caroline hooked a finger in the hem of his shirt and drew it up a couple of inches. “Come on Danny, what do you say? One more round for old time’s sake?”

She was calling his bluff, daring him to prove they were nothing more than two animals fucking for mutual satisfaction, and had never been anything but.

He whipped his shirt over his head and kicked his boots off. Caroline better watch out. If she remembered anything about him, she knew Danny Taggart never turned down a dare.

Caroline watched him strip in quick, angry motions. She swallowed hard, cursing the wild impulse that made her goad him on. She’d grabbed the tiger by the tail but she didn’t dare back down. She shoved her jeans off her hips and down her legs and watched him do the same.

His cock was rock hard, bulging with veins as it stood at attention between his thighs. His heavy sac was pulled up tight against his body. “All for me,” she murmured, proud of the way her hand didn’t shake as she reached out to stroke him.

“For now anyway,” he said.

She shot him a glare, but his attention was riveted on the sight of her slender fingers circling his cock. She squeezed her fist up and down his length and reached out her other hand to cup his balls. “For as long as I want it.” She pumped him again, pausing to run her thumb over the smooth head. He let out a harsh groan and her pussy clenched in anticipation.

Caroline leaned in and licked at a bead of sweat that was charting a course down his abdomen. His skin was hot, salty, intoxicating against her tongue. His groan echoed in her ears as she covered his torso with wet, sucking kisses. She slid lower, sinking to her knees, rubbing his cock against her belly as she slid to the floor.

He stood stock still in front of her, practically shaking with need. She could feel the faint tremor of his fingers as he laced them through her hair. But to give him credit, he didn’t tighten his fist and shove her where he wanted her to go.

As much as she appreciated that, Caroline wasn’t ready to stop the torture. Keeping a firm hand on his cock, she leaned forward to press a kiss to his inner thigh. He widened his stance, arched his hips into her hand. She rewarded him with a nuzzle to his lower abdomen. Licks, sucks, soft, wispy butterfly kisses, landing everywhere but where he wanted them.

She was so caught up in her torment that she didn’t hear his throaty growl until it was too late. Suddenly she found herself lifted off the floor and landing face down on one of the beds.

“Little tease,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “You should know better than to tease me, Carrie.”

She felt a tug, heard a ripping sound, and what was left of her panties flew across the room. Her bra was next, unhooked and jerked down her arms. She tried to roll over but was stayed by a firm hand on the small of her back. Desire flooded through her, along with a little curl of uncertainty. He was so big, so hard, almost menacing behind her.

It was always part of the turn on, the idea that he could so easily overpower her and do whatever he wanted to her. But his big, hard body had never delivered anything but pleasure.

But that was before. What if she’d pushed him too far?

She’d barely completed the thought before she felt his big hand slide between her legs from behind. Long, thick fingers parted her lips, came to rest on either side of her clit and stroked back and forth. Caroline drew her knees up under her to give him better access.

His legs brushed the backs of her thighs as he knelt behind her, and she felt his cock like an iron brand against the curve of her ass. She rocked her hips back, rubbing herself against his fingers, urging him to come inside her.

“You want me to fuck you, Caroline?” He slid his cock between her thighs, replacing his fingers with his hard length. He dragged himself back and forth against her drenched slit. “Or do you want to play your little games?” He drew back and slid just the head of his cock inside. She reared back, trying to take him deeper, but he wrapped one hand around his cock and the other around her hip, tormenting her with just that shallow penetration.

“How much do you want me to fuck you?” He slid out, then in, barely entering her.

Damn him. She’d meant to call his bluff, teach him a little lesson She should have known she would be the one who ended up begging. Still…

She wasn’t conceding defeat just yet.

“I’m dying for you to fuck me,” she said with a secret grin he couldn’t see. She circled her ass and rocked her hips against him. “I want you to fuck me hard and deep, slide your cock in me so deep I can feel you in the back of my throat.” She heard his breath hitch and was glad she was facing away so he wouldn’t see the heat of embarrassment in her face. “I need you to fuck me so much I’m afraid I’m going to come before you get all the way inside me,” she moaned, feeling the dirty talk roll off her tongue now that her head was full of the images she was describing.

And it was working for Danny too. His grip on her hips tightened as he squeezed himself all the way in and held himself there. Caroline’s words dropped off with a cry as he buried himself deep.

So wet. So tight
. Danny struggled for control as Caroline rocked her ass back against him, taking his whole, aching length into her body with a loud moan of pleasure.
Still screaming the rafters down after all these years
. His hands tightened on her hips as he held her still, struggling to get a hold of himself.

“Don’t slow down,” she panted, struggling against his hold as she tried to work herself on his thick length. “Fuck me like you mean it.” Heat shot through his body, singeing its way to the head of his cock as he struggled not to come immediately. The raw demand in her throaty voice was enough to send him over the edge. The feel of her hot, slick, clenching around him, was so good he was on the verge of incinerating.

“Jesus, where’d you learn to talk like that?” he asked as he flexed his hips, withdrawing inch by torturous inch, savoring the feel of her all the way. Then back inside, showing her, showing himself, dammit, that she could whip him into a frenzy but he would never lose control.

She tossed him a naughty smile over her shoulder. “You like it? I learned from the best.”

He paused, thrown off kilter as he wondered for an agonizing second who the fuck the “best” was.

She moaned, arching like a cat, pushing back to take him deeper. “Remember the first time you told me how good my pussy felt around your cock?”

His balls tightened and his dick pulsed inside her wet heat.

“I was so embarrassed.” Another moan, another swivel of her hips, one he met with a counter swivel of his own. Her dark eyes met his eyes over her shoulder. Her mouth was plump and red. “I’m not embarrassed now. Especially when I know talking like this makes you so
hard
…” her words ended on a groan as he thrust inside her, unable to control himself under her onslaught. “God, Danny, I’ve never felt anything like your cock in me.”

A groan tore from his chest as he began to thrust hard and fast. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of her hips as the sounds of sex mingled with their increasing groans. Nothing had ever felt like her pussy, so hot and tight and wet around him, like he’d developed a trillion additional nerve endings in the head of his cock.

A tiny part of his brain still possessing common sense recognized why.

No condom
.

He was in her, totally bare, nothing separating them.

He’d never fucked a woman without a condom. Not even Caroline back in the day. He’d never felt the hot slick grip of a woman’s pussy against his unsheathed cock. And it was better than he’d ever imagined.

And some sick, stupid part of himself—that dumb kid he tried to keep locked in the root cellar—took savage satisfaction that this first time was with Caroline. Her bare flesh yielding around him. Her juice glistening on his cock as he thrust and withdrew, pummeling her into the mattress as she pushed back against him, taking him as deep as he could possibly go.

He should stop, now, pull out and go get a condom before things really got messy. It was a good measure of how far gone he was that he didn’t even pause in his thrusts.

He didn’t think he’d stop if someone put a gun to his head. It was too good, too much, he needed to savor every second. His eyes were locked on her, unable to look away. It should have been dirty, primitive, animalistic. He was taking her in the basest way possible, fucking her from behind, not even looking at her face.

Even so, he couldn’t stop thinking how beautiful she was, how beautiful
they
were as he watched his cock disappearing inside her. The lines of her back, the curve of her hips, the silkiness of her skin under his fingers struck him as uniquely gorgeous, even as he tried with everything in him to see her as a body, a sex object, another gray cat in the dark.

Her cries grew louder and she spread her knees wider as she rocked back against him. A surge of triumph coursed through his veins as she stiffened and convulsed around him. He rode her through it, never easing up on his pace as her cunt flexed and released around him.

Danny felt his own climax building, gathering steam as her body milked him. Every instinct screamed for him to come inside her, hold himself deep until she’d wrung him dry of every last drop.

As the first wave of his climax hit him, he somehow conjured up a shred of restraint. He pulled out, his cock jerking and pulsing as he shot thick jets of come across the lush curve of her ass. He collapsed onto the mattress, half on top of her, feeling like he’d been blown into a million pieces and scattered across the room.

What the fuck had just happened here?

The little crack in the wall was threatening to spread wide open. In his effort to bring his relationship with Caroline back to its most base, meaningless level, he’d inadvertently uncovered a cache of emotional baggage he didn’t even know he’d been carrying around. Now it wanted to spill out, the huge colossal mess he didn’t even want to acknowledge much less deal with.

Caroline stirred beside him and he braced himself, keeping his face partially hidden by the pillow so she couldn’t see him watching her. She rose to a kneeling position and reached back, tracing her fingers through the sticky fluid on her left butt cheek. She held her hand up and stared at it for a moment, her expression unreadable.

“Thanks for pulling out. Wouldn’t want this to get any more complicated,” she said before sliding from the bed and heading for the bathroom.

She emerged a few minutes later, freshly showered and wrapped in a towel. Without asking his permission she unzipped his duffel bag, withdrew a T-shirt and pulled it over her head. He tingled with anticipation and dread, waiting for her to come back to bed. Would she want to talk? Would she want to cuddle?

Would she want to fuck again?

His cock twitched, apparently approving of that idea.

He watched with mingled relief and disappointment as she pulled back the bedspread on the other bed and slid between the sheets.

She took the remote off the table, clicked on the TV, and settled back against the pillows as though he wasn’t naked in a bed less than three feet away.

They stayed like that all night, staring at the TV, not talking.

When they finally got tired they turned off the lights and slept facing away from each other in their separate beds. Two combatants retreating to their separate corners.

“I’ll take care of it,” Gates said, “but tell Patrick he’s going to owe me for cleaning up his messes.”

He hung up on Marshall and made another quick call to make the arrangements. Fucking idiot James Medford was coming back to haunt them from the grave. Unlike Patrick, Gates had been convinced James Medford’s secrets had died with him. They’d searched his house—discreetly, so Caroline wouldn’t suspect—and found nothing.

But even without the evidence James claimed to have been keeping, Caroline Medford and Taggart were getting too close.

Not to Gates, of course. The thing with Anne Taggart had happened well before Gates’ involvement with Medford and Easterbrook. Gates had only learned of the connection when Anne Taggart’s body was identified and Easterbrook started to get antsy all over again.

The last thing he needed was for the cops to come sniffing around Easterbrook and stumble across him in the process. If the evidence James Medford had saved really did exist, they needed to find it before it led the authorities straight to Gates.

“Tear Medford’s place apart,” he said. He was finished being careful and discreet. He had a business to protect.

When dealing with drugs and whores, it was easy enough to move the merchandise when the Feds got too close. But there was too much invested in the facility, too many people in the network for the adoption ring to reestablish itself easily. If he lost it, it would take years to recoup his losses.