Breaking Bad (19 page)

“I’d say, I’ll give you the bullets, but I’m not going to run. You’re stuck with me, sweetheart. I’m not leaving your side.”

“You might regret those words.”

“Highly doubtful. I knew the minute I laid eyes on the sexy, defiant sheriff’s daughter all those years ago, I was a goner.”

“Did you really know I was the sheriff’s daughter?”

Jack laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, yes, your dad brought every one of us teaching your academy class in as a group, then separately, and laid down the law: no special treatment and hands off.”

“Daddy always was a little over the top when it came to me.”

“I won’t be any different, Stevie. It’s who I am. It won’t change.” He looked carefully at her. “Can you accept that?”

“Yes.” She could because she felt that way, too. “So long as you accept the same in me.”

He smiled, the motion lighting up his face. “Absolutely.” Hugging her tightly to him, he said, “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

“I was just giving you time to realize I’m the best thing that ever happened to you and you can’t live without me.”

“One of the many things I love about you, you are wise beyond your years.” He looked down at her and traced a finger along her clavicle. “And sexy as hell.”

Moving back, he thoughtfully rubbed a large hand across the stubble of his chin. The soft sandpaper sound intrigued her as she imagined the rough feel of his cheeks between her thighs. Her body reacted, tightening, gooseflesh pimpling her damp skin. And her body’s sex barometer, her nipples, pebbled at the slightest provocation.

His heavy-lidded eyes flickered. “I love that your body is so reactive to my touch, Stevie. Just thinking about me between your legs gets you flushed and sexy.” His voice had dropped several octaves as his hot gaze swept across her flushed breasts.

She watched emotions flicker across his handsome features. Desire, yes. Possession as well. But something more poignant. Deeper. Need.

Licking her lips, Stevie backed away. Despite her mad desire to make love with Jack, she didn’t want to steamroll into it. She wanted a little time to process the totality of what had just happened.

Clearing her throat, she asked, “Would you like something to drink?”

His keen eyes held hers. “You’re not pulling a Jack, are you, and running scared?”

“No, I just need a little time to process all of this.”

He grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. “Take all the time you need, I’m not going anywhere.”

Reaching for her robe, she shrugged it on and as she slipped past him, said, “Better not.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

W
hen Stevie returned a few minutes later, a beer in each hand, she stopped short. Jack had disappeared.

“C’mon in, Stevie,” he said, from the far end of the pool.

It was then that she noticed his heap of clothing on the very spot where she had dropped her robe earlier. Jack minus his clothes meant she was going to get lucky. Soon. Just the thought of Jack touching her sent ripples of desire sluicing through her.

She was seriously tempted, but wasn’t going to make it that easy for him. “I already swam,” she said as she set the bottles down on the sloping beach entrance, then sat down beside them, just far enough from the water that only the tips of her toes were submerged.

With long powerful strokes, Jack swam to her. Naturally her body reacted. Her blood rushed warm and swift through her veins. As he crawled along the incline toward her, his wide chest emerged, the play of his muscles glistening in the low torchlight. His shoulders looked powerful enough to hold the weight of the world. She loved his tattoos, especially the one on his right shoulder and upper arm with the skull and wings. His long arm reached for one of the bottles, touching her toes in the process. Their eyes locked. Slowly Jack smiled. “Oops.”

Feeling coy, Stevie fought back a smile and looked past the wide expanse of his shoulders to the short waves of water lapping against the tight slope of his ass. Another of his fine assets. It was tight, muscular, and hard. She’d bet her house he was fully erect if he turned over.

Holding the bottle with his right hand, Jack braced himself with his left against the plaster surface. Raising his beer, he caught and held her gaze. “Here’s to us getting it right this time, sweetheart.”

Stevie grabbed her bottle and clinked it against his. “To you not running scared.”

He grinned and winked. “Touché.” Tipping his head back, he took a long draught. “Ahh, that hit the spot.” He shoved his damp hair off his forehead. “This damn heat is oppressive.”

She was used to hot, but he was right, the current heat wave was hellish. Thankfully, she was fully AC’ed. “It’s been breaking century-old records with no end in sight.”

“At least up here you get a breeze, and with all of the surrounding cypress it takes the edge off the direct sun.”

“It’s one of the reasons I bought this place. The privacy.”

“I’m glad it’s private,” he said softly.

Setting the bottle out of the way, Jack inched his way closer, the buoyancy of the water cradling him. Stevie started when his long fingers wrapped around her foot and tugged it. Her breath lodged in her throat. Jack’s eyes burned molten. She knew where this would lead. She wanted it so badly she had difficulty breathing. Even through the coolness of the water his body heat infused her.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you tonight, Stevie?” he asked as he pulled her foot to his lips and nibbled her toes. Shivers jettisoned through her.

“N—no,” she murmured.

“I’m going to devour your hot little pussy—” He bit her instep. Swallowing hard, she felt dampness gloss said pussy. “Right here under the stars.”

He nibbled some more toes.

“Then, we’re going to take a shower, and as I lather you up, I’m going to fuck you.”

Her breath accelerated.

“Then I’m going to dry you off, and lay you down in that big bed of yours, and make slow, sweet love to you.”

She exhaled loudly.

“With your approval, of course.”

Her gaze caught his. “Are you asking my permission, Jack?”

“Yes.”

Swallowing hard she nodded, but said, “You never have to ask my permission for sex. Take what you want. Hard or soft, however you want it.”

He smiled and nibbled her ankle. “I like the sound of that.” He kissed the back of her calf. “The same goes for me, sweetheart. I’m a walking hard-on around you. I’m all yours, every minute of every day. Milk me dry.”

His hands slid up her thighs to the very center of her. “God, your hungry little cunt is soaking wet.”

Heat rushed through her at his dirty talk.

Spreading her gently, he pushed himself into her as he pulled her down to him. Stevie whimpered as his tongue swept across the swollen lips of her sex. She was so sensitive. So hot for him it hurt.

When she looked down to see Jack’s dark head between her thighs, she moaned. When he looked up, his lips glistening with her moisture on them, something deep and primal shifted inside of her. He resembled a powerful predator savoring his kill. Her hand slid down to his head, her fingers sinking into his thick hair.

“I love the view,” she admitted.

He smiled. “I love your pussy.” He sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring, and that second predatory act of his possession stirred her beyond the norm. He was hers and she his. Mated. “I like the way you smell, all spicy and hot.” He slid a finger along her aching cleft, spreading her cream. Her hips trembled as her pussy wept for him to enter. So slow and so gentle, he pushed a thick finger into her. Her muscles grasped him, pulling him deeper.

“Ohhh.” Breath whooshed from her lungs. The sublimity that was Jack was beyond words.

“I love how greedy your pussy is, Stevie. How it craves all parts of me inside of you.” He flicked her swollen clit with his tongue, causing her to gasp and undulate. “Outside of you.”

He closed his lips around her and gently suckled her as he moved his thick finger tortuously slowly, in and out.

Grasping his forearm with both hands, Stevie did a half sit-up and watched as he finger-fucked her cunt and his lips fucked her clit.

As she had imagined earlier, his whiskers brushed against the soft skin of her inner thigh, the rough sensation against her heightened senses supremely pleasing. The visual coupled with the physicality of what he was doing to her took her from hot to melting.

Feverish for him, she bowed as tension coiled furiously within her. “I’m going to come, Jack,” she gasped.

He slid a second finger into her and amped up the rapid-fire staccato of his tongue. A violent wave of tension ripped out of her. She screamed, her hips wildly bucking against the voracious pull of his tongue, lips, and fingers. One after another, waves of delirious pleasure crashed through her, driving her body into meltdown. And still, Jack assaulted her senses. His tongue and lips lapped her clit as slowly and diligently as a cat lapping cream, his finger slowly sliding in and out of her in long languid strokes, in perfect tune with her post-orgasmic afterglow.

She was completely spent, yet when he withdrew his fingers and mouth from her throbbing, twitching body, energy continued to spark. His thumbs slid along the succulent flesh of her swollen lips and parted them. When the heat of his breath caressed her, her breath hiked high in her throat.

“We’ve always had a connection.” He pressed his lips to her folds. “Even if we didn’t have history, we’d be making it now.” He kissed the inside of her thigh as he slid his thumb around her clit. “There is something profoundly primal about how I feel about you. The things I want to do to you. The way I want you to submit to me, and only me.” He kissed the inside of her other thigh, then moved back bringing his knees up to plant his feet on the plaster, sitting back on his heels. His thick arousal jutted arrogantly at her.

“You’re beautiful, Jack,” she whispered. His impressive cock was handsomely formed. Thick from root to head, the fleshy crown wide and abundant. A thick vein pulsed along the underside, tapering into his heavy testicles.

When Jack wrapped his big hand around his thick cock, blood flooded the sensitive flesh between her legs, teasing the remnant pulses of desire. She raised her eyes to his, and their gazes locked. When his hand began a slow up and down slide, her mouth went dry.

“Do you like that?” he rasped.

“Yes. Very much. There’s something intensely erotic about watching your hand wrapped around your cock stroking yourself while I watch.”

“I liked watching you masturbate, too,” he admitted, a ghost of a smile hovering at the corners of his lips. His eyes darkened dangerously. “You shouldn’t have swum naked, Stevie. You shouldn’t have touched yourself. Not here. Not now. What if one of the uniforms needed something and caught you?”

She smiled and lay back on her elbows. As she did, she allowed her knees to part, exposing her swollen pussy. She cocked a challenging brow. “I think he would have liked what he saw.”

Jack growled, grasping his cock so tight he groaned. “I would have killed him.”

“What if he wanted to watch you and me like we just were?”

“Nobody’s business, what goes on between us.”

Stevie smiled, happy to hear that. She had to be sure. Jack didn’t have many sexual boundaries, but this was one she was glad he did have.

“I want to taste you, Jack.”

Stroking himself, Jack stood then backed into the water, his eyes pulling Stevie in with him. “Follow, me, baby,” he cajoled, as he slid against the water on his back, his cock at full mast.

He watched in awe as she slowly stood and let the robe slip off her shoulders to fall in a heap at her feet. Her smooth, creamy skin glowed in the firelight, her long damp hair hung thick and heavy around her shoulders, sheltering the finest tits he’d ever seen. He loved the way her curves and valleys connected. Perfect in their design. Perfectly matched to his body.

Her nipples pebbled as she entered the water. He grinned and continued deeper into the pool. When his back hit the submerged ladder in the deepest section, he reached back and grabbed the railing, hoisting himself up so that his throbbing cock broke water.

Stevie grinned as she swam closer to him. “You are so bad, Jack Thornton.”

He chuckled as she swam between his legs, sliding her palms along the inside of his thighs. His cock saluted in welcome. “Only with you, sweetheart.”

As her hands cupped his balls, his breath hitched in his throat. Her fingers slid along the bottom of the shaft before wrapping tightly around him. He groaned in satisfaction.

“If I catch you looking at another woman, I’m going to geld you.” It gave his male pride a boost to know she could be as possessive as he.

Reaching out to her, he nudged her chin up with his fingers. “I only have eyes for you, baby.”

She smiled, then lowered those luscious lips around the head of his cock and licked. Blood roared through his veins. When she licked the length of him, coming back up to suck his head between her lips, he groaned again. It felt damn good. He watched her talented little tongue flick and lick him, and her mouth suck him. He grabbed a hank of her hair as it fell over her shoulder onto his belly, impeding his view.

“That looks so hot.” He knew he was big, and it took both of her hands and her mouth to get all of him covered. His balls were tight, his seed thickening. When she took him all of the way down to the back of her throat, he groaned in satisfaction. He’d never felt this good in a woman’s mouth.

“God,” he groaned. His fingers dug into her hair as he steadied the long languid strokes of her mouth. Her tongue slid up and down with her lips, swirling around his engorged head, flicking that ultrasensitive spot just beneath. It drove him crazy. Her sexy sounds of enjoyment as if she were indulging in a special treat fueled his fire.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Stop, I’m going to come.”

Her fingers and mouth tightened exponentially.

“Ah, fuuuck,” he cried as his hips thrust him deep into her mouth. Damn, she made him feel like Superman. His seed erupted, hot and thick, as she sucked him harder, deeper, taking everything he gave her.

She brought him down softly, her mouth slacking, her tongue gently stroking him as she licked any remains of his ejaculate from him. His fingers relaxed in her hair, but he didn’t disengage. He liked feeling the movement of her head as she ministered to his cock. He liked the soft flicks of her tongue and her quiet sounds of contentment, like a kitten purring.

“Stevie,” he said thickly, emotion clogging his throat.

She looked up at him, her deep blue eyes full of love.

“C’mere.” He pulled her body against his, pressing her cheek to his heart, and held her.

It felt good. Right to be with her this way. No walls, no wondering, just being. He was scared to death he’d do something to fuck it up. The thought of losing her love was unbearable. His body shuddered as the vision of Spoltori’s victims flashed in his mind. His arms tightened.

“Ugh, Jack, I gotta breathe here,” Stevie protested.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

Pulling slightly away, she looked at him intently. “We’re going to get him, baby, before he strikes again. I promise.”

“I’m concerned that he’s managed to stay off the radar for so long.”

“He’s smart and he knows his days are numbered.”

“My gut is telling me Regina Welsh isn’t his next target.”

Stevie shivered. “Who do you think it is?”

“You.”