Jace (12 page)

“Mara, are you there?” His
voice broke through the spell.

“What?”

“Are you all right? You don’t
sound good.”

“Aw, thanks for the
compliment,” she said, laying back across his bed.

He had a masculine bed but it
was soft and comfortable and smelled like him—heavenly.

“I’m about halfway through the
footage and don’t have anything good yet but I’m still hoping for the best.”

“Only halfway through? Does
that mean you won’t be home for a long time?” She pouted at the thought of all
the boredom to come.

“Probably at least another four
to five hours.” He cleared his throat and when he spoke his voice had lowered.
“You gonna be waiting for me in my bed when I get home?”

Mara’s eyes popped open at that
sexy voice. Her own words sounded softer when she answered. “I don’t know. I’m
still thinking about it.”

“You’re in my bed right now.
All you have to do is take your clothes off and climb under the sheets. It’s
not hard, trust me.”

Mara sat straight up, her eyes
darting around the room. “How do you know where I am right now?”

He laughed a little. “I am a
security specialist. I have cameras in my house, sweetheart.”

Slowly laying back on the bed,
her suspicious gaze searched for the camera in the corners of the room. “You
can see me right now?”

“You don’t have to whisper,
Mara.”

Shit. She had been. “I don’t
like this. You can see me but I can’t see you.” She bit her lip as a sudden
thought came to her. No way. She couldn’t. It was way too crazy. Her eyes
flared. Fuck it. Let’s do it.

Mara ran to her room, grabbed
her favorite toy from her duffel then locked herself back in Jace’s room. She
kept the toy clutched to her. “Do you know what I have?” she asked, still
whispering.

He sounded nervous. “No. Do I
want to know what it is?”

Feeling decidedly wicked, she
grinned, hoping he saw it. “Well that depends on how frisky you’re feeling,
baby.”

“You’re making me uneasy here,
sweetheart. Why don’t you behave yourself? I’ll be home in a few hours then
I’ll take care of you.”

Her body flushed. “Really, and
how do you propose to do that?” Her blood warmed, arousal making her wet.

“If you’re in that bed when I
get home I’ll show you,” he promised.

Why oh why did this man’s
simple declarations get her all worked up? Maybe it was because she knew that
so long as he touched her it’d feel good.

“No, I want you to tell me
about it now, Jace. You make me hot, do you know that.”

He groaned but the sound came
from far away as if he’d pulled away from the phone to do it. “Babe,
sweetheart, I can’t do this right now. I really should go and get back to
work.”

“You can see me right now?” she
whispered, feeling so incredibly naughty. He could see her but she couldn’t see
him. So wicked.

“Yes.” He didn’t sound very
happy about this, like he knew she was planning something. And she was.

Mara lay back on his bed while
holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder and slipped off her stretchy
yoga pants. There was a sharp intake of air over the phone from Jace. She
parted her thighs and ran her hands along them, warming up her skin and getting
ready.

“What are you doing?” he asked,
sounding choked.

“I miss you,” she said so
softly.

“Don’t do this to me,
sweetheart. I’ll be home in a few hours and then I’ll take care of you, I
promise.”

“But I’m bored right now, baby
and so wet.”

He groaned. This time there was
no mistaking the sound.

Mara slipped her panties off
then kicked her legs open with her knees pointing toward the ceiling. She
opened herself for him…wherever he was. She pulled out Mr. Kinky, her handy home
vibrator that never failed to please.

“What are you doing?” He
sounded alert now, panicked.

“Nothing. Just need to relieve
this tension that’s been building inside me.”

“Mara, don’t.” He tried to make
it a command but she only laughed at him.

Her nipples were already
puckered into tender tips and tingling. It was so wicked knowing he could see
her and do nothing about this. She hoped it made him hot and wild.

“It’s not quite as big as your
cock, is it?” The toy was shaped like a phallus but the material was gelatinous
and soft. It had a tickler that arched off the dildo and would ‘tickle’ her
clitoris when she turned it on. She waved it in the air. “I guess it’ll just
have to do.”

“Sweetheart, now is not the
time to—oh, Jesus!” His exclamation came as she sucked on the tip of the
clear-colored shaft. Once it was nice and wet she trailed the toy down her
stomach and over her sex. His breathing grew heavy…so did hers.

“Baby…I’m feeling very bad,”
she told him.

Another curse. “God, you’re
beautiful.”

Glowing from his compliment,
Mara switched the vibrator on and let the tickler wake up her nerve endings. It
was hard to keep her eyes open. Her channel grew sleek and needy. It didn’t
take long; she was too worked up, too excited knowing he could see her. Would
he touch himself?

I hope so.

“Jace,” she moaned.

She took her time sliding the
toy inside her. Her wetness engulfed it like a mouth, her wet core easily
taking the piece. It stretched her but wasn’t nearly as hard, hot, and thick as
Jace’s cock was. She missed the feeling of him inside her. Sex had never been
so exciting or felt so good in her whole life. Mara wanted him to come home and
fill her up like she wanted it.

“Babe, fuck, shit.”

She pushed the toy in and out
of her, getting her juices flowing and working quickly toward that peak. “Do it
with me,” she whispered.

“No matter how hot that sounds,
I’m at work in my office right now. My door isn’t even locked.”

“Go lock it,” she told him in a
whisper. Her breath caught on a moan as the shaft went as deep as it could.
When it was pressed hard the tickler reached her clitoris beautifully, just
like it was made to. She played around with the settings until erotic pulses
flicked her needy bud in the perfect way. She pumped the cock into herself
wishing it was his much bigger one taking her.

“I’m not getting up to lock the
door. I don’t want to miss a second of this.”

“Oh.” Her breath caught.

“Fuck, I’m so hard right now.”
He sounded pained.

Her lips parted. She couldn’t
say anything anymore. All she could do was try to keep breathing. In and out
she pleasured herself. Her body swayed in tune to the toy, hips rising and
falling, back arching. She was so wet the toy moved even easier now.

“Jace—” she said, her voice
catching.

This was it. Her core clamped
down on the tunneling toy as her body erupted in a burst. Pleasure rippled
through her on a strangled cry.

She swore she heard a grunt
over the line and briefly flirted with the idea that he might be touching
himself too, stroking that big hard cock because of her. Oh, the idea was so
wicked, her channel ached at the thought.

“Mmm, thank you, baby. I’ll see
you tonight.” She hung up then went and cleaned her toy before putting it away.

Before she left his bedroom she
put her clothes on then waved to the room. Wherever he was, she wanted him to
see her.

Chapter 12

Jace could not believe that he
sat in his office with his swollen cock in hand, furiously pumping. And he wasn’t
jacking it to some porn but to Mara stuffing herself full with a dildo.

Sexiest woman ever.

Fuck, he tried so hard to stay
quiet, to resist, but as her body started trembling from her orgasm, he came
with her. His cock was so hard already it didn’t take long. Several hard tugs
took him to peak and he grunted as he erupted in his hand.

She hung up on him.

That little minx…

Jace took one last glace at
Mara strolling down the hallway of his house. There was a bounce in her step.
She said something to Gio which made the guy laugh. Jace shook his head to
clear his head. He had work to do and a mess to clean up. He couldn’t be
wasting valuable time.

He made it through the rest of
the footage in five hours. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t in a hurry to get
back home to the beautiful woman who waited for him in his bed. Not that he
knew for certain whether she was in his bed or not. He could check his camera
system to see her but he wanted it to be a surprise when he found out.

Jace made it home late that night.
He dismissed Mac and Gio after being debriefed on the lack of events today. No
sign of Corey. All news on his front had died down. Where was the escalation
Jace had been seeing? Jace didn’t like this quiet. At least when Corey was
acting wild he was popping up on people’s radars. Now they didn’t have a clue
where he was or what he was doing. They had to find this guy, because a man
like that won’t stop until he gets what he wants. And what he wanted was Mara.
No fucking way was Jace going let that abusive son of a bitch get his hands on
her again.

The house was quiet. Since he’d
arrived home, he hadn’t heard or seen Mara. The boys said she’d gone to bed but
they didn’t say which bedroom. He hated to admit it, but he felt nervous about
this whole thing. He knew she was nervous about being with him and held
reservations because of the night at the bar. But couldn’t she see that he’d
never, ever touch her like that? How did he even go about proving it to her?

He did lose his temper on
occasion, but never in his thirty-six years had he touched a woman in anger.

Jace found himself staring down
the hallway of his house. He laughed at what he saw—both bedroom doors were
closed. Did she close them both on purpose so he wouldn’t know which room she
was in? God, he wanted her to be sleeping in his bed so badly it made his heart
feel all wonky.

If she was there that was a
sure sign that she was beginning to trust him. He needed that precious trust
from her so bad because he needed her in his life. That car accident was no
accident. This woman was meant to be in his life and Jace was ready to do
anything and everything to keep her there.

He forced his legs to move down
the hall. Her bedroom came up first. Jace pressed his ear to the door but
couldn’t hear a thing. Damn. This didn’t help at all. She could be sleeping in
there or not. He continued on down the hall to his bedroom door. His heart
pounded in his ribcage.

With a loud crack of lightning,
the sky opened up in a bright flash and then rain poured down. Rain pelted the
windows with a
ting
sound. Outside, trees drank in the water and leaves
hung a bit lower from the weight of the water beating against it.

His heart was beating in his
throat like it was trying to escape. Just barely he managed to keep it down. Jace
stepped into his bedroom. His eyes went straight to the bed with laser point
accuracy. That lump in his throat squeezed impossibly tight for a moment,
choking him, before it exhaled in a great whoosh.

His hands trembled faintly as
he scrubbed one down his haggard face. Coarse hair chafed his hand reminding
him he needed to shave.

Mara Colgen lay on his bed
asleep at the very edge of the bed with the sheets pulled up under her chin.
Jace’s throat felt like it had rope tied around it getting tighter and tighter.
She’d chosen him.

There were so many emotions
riding through him he wanted to collapse in relief and shout from the rooftops.
He knew what he’d shout, too—her name.

MARA!

Rawr, she made him feel like a
beast…and an idiot.

Lips twitching, Jace pulled off
his clothes with slow motions. All the while he shook his head with that stupid
smile. He felt so happy. Mara was in his bed. She wanted him. She was willing
to trust him. He washed up in the bathroom. When he came back out fresh and
clean, she still hadn’t moved from her spot on the bed. He wondered if she’d
gone to bed nervous or had she embraced it like she had in front of the camera
today?

He loved her mix of sensual and
shy; it packed a hell of an erotic punch.

He crawled under the covers and
with a little coercion, pulled her into him. She slept so close to the edge of
the bed she could fall. Of course he had other reasons for wanting her
beautiful body away from the edge.

Jace lie on his side spooning
her. While he wrapped his body around hers, fitting his cock against her pert
bottom, he placed kisses across her neck. He tasted her skin with a lick.
Goosebumps beaded across her flesh making him smile. Slowly, the more the more
he gently touched her, her body came awake. She shifted back into his hips,
moved her head to give him better space to kiss her neck.

And when her chest started to
pump faster up and down, he cupped a straining breast through her silk
camisole. He could see her nipple. It was the color of peaches. He gently rolled
her on her back. Stifling a groan, he sucked one nipple into his mouth, loving
the way the hard tip was surrounded by silk. Her whole body rolled like waves
were crashing through her. Her pretty pink lips parted and he kissed her ever
so softly.

She wore a silk dress thing
that fell right around her nipples and a pair of opalescent matching panties.
His cock stood like a steel rod from his hips. He was so hard for her his tip
leaked. He kissed his way down her neck, over her breasts, licking her stiff
nipples until they puckered even harder. Then he lightly brushed them with his
fingers as he kissed down her stomach, over each of her small, dainty ribcages.
She was so small compared to him. She made him feel huge, like a big lumbering
beast about to wake sleeping beauty the naughty way.

As he kissed her stomach he
pushed her silky camisole up over her breasts, baring them to his touch. He
fingered her nipples properly then. Her breath hitched and eyelids started to flutter
as if she was waking up. Jace quickly lifted his hands away and let her fall
back asleep.

Smiling when she relaxed, he
kissed the crotch of her panties, inhaling her scent. This time he couldn’t
stifle his groan. Fuck. She smelled good. She’d taste even better. His mouth
watered.

Pushing her legs, he opened
them up and got situated between them. Her panties stretched just perfectly he
learned. Jace tugged her panties to the side and revealed her feminine center.
He wished the light was on so he could see her better. But he could make out
enough—juicy, plump lips already aroused for his touch.

He pet her first, feeling her
soft skin, her creamy wetness between her folds. She started to move. Only a
little at first with her head siding side to side agitatedly. Jace spread her
lips open and found her crowning jewel. Unable to stop himself, he narrowed in
on the kill and latched onto her swollen clitoris with lips and tongue.

He lapped at her gently, never
touching the bud directly. He wanted to see her worked up, wanted her hot and
running her hands through his hair as she pumped her hips against him.

He groaned again at the vision
and could no longer keep his eyes opened. Even asleep, she’d enchanted him to
do her bidding. With his eyes closed, he tasted all of her sweet honey, felt
every little motion she made against him.

Jace slowly, gently lapped at
her. He was lost in her taste, in pleasuring her. He inserted two fingers
inside her and pumped them making her breath hitch and color flush her chest. She
was getting close.

“Jace?” he heard her ask.

He didn’t open his eyes. She
was waking up. He heard her come awake. She gripped his hair in a thick handful
and moaned loudly. His dick punched the bed with need.

Now with her awake he gave her
his all. He tortured her. He kept the pleasure going, endlessly building her up
only to back away at the last minute leaving her hanging in erotic suspension.
When she came back down he tongued her fast and hard to bring her back up
again. She squirmed, she cried, she sounded hysterical…and her pussy was so wet
she was dripping. He fucking loved it.

On the third time he brought
her up, she dug her nails in and pumped her hips against his wiggling tongue.
He let her have it and finally the climax burst from her sweating body. She
jerked and screamed, her channel gripping his fingers.

Jace slowly eased her down,
lapping her up.
Fuck
. She tasted too good. He wanted to do it all over
again, even though his cheeks were hurting and tongue feeling sapped of
strength.

He climbed up her body like the
great lumbering beast she made him into. Her arms came around to hold onto him
as her legs wrapped around his thighs. She was completely open to him giving
him all the permission he needed. Jace stroked his length a few times then rubbed
the tip of his shaft up and down her wet core. He teased her clit with it then
dipped inside a few times only to withdraw. She was begging him by time he
finally pushed in all the way, as deep as he could go.

Their chests touched as their
lips collided. They clung to each other as he fucked her hard and deep, each
thrust jarring her up the bed, but his hold on her kept her still for his
brutal plunges. Her wet core easily accepted him since he’d pleased her well.

When she came again he got to
feel her vaginal pulses first hand—like sexy little twitches squeezing his
cock. Fuck! Sweat slicked down his body and into his hair. She didn’t seem to
care. She was completely into it, so aroused she couldn’t open her eyes farther
than half-mast. Hell, neither could he.

Then she did something suddenly
and flipped them. Up on top of him, she planted her palms on his chest and
began riding him. She looked gorgeous in the night light. He rubbed her thighs
and loved the flex of muscles there as she stroked his cock with her pussy.

Jace felt his balls grow heavy.
That tingling sensation was growing at a rapid pace. Mara leaned up then slid a
hand between her legs.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he said. He
hadn’t meant to say anything, the outburst just came.

Mara laughed and her head fell
back as she rode him and stroked herself between her legs. “Ohhh!”

Her cry called to him like a
siren’s voice. He pounded into her from below, holding her by the hips. Her
movements became wild. She exploded above him and he joined her, helpless not
to. He stabbed deep and pulsed.

She cried out again, writhing
into his movements. They were completely joined, connected.

Jace pulled her down and kissed
her. He tucked her next to him but couldn’t stop kissing her everywhere. He
rubbed her stomach, her breasts, kissed her neck.

“Mara, sweetheart,” he said.

She lazily ran her hand through
his hair. “Mmm,” she responded.

Jace smiled against her cheek
and kissed the tip of her ear. “I love you.”

Her body stiffened. The ground
began crumbling beneath him too fast for him to catch hold of. He felt exposed
like he was naked standing outside in an ice storm.

“You do?” she asked.

He dared to look her in the
eyes. “Yeah, I do.” It wasn’t an easy thing to do when your heart was about to be
crushed by the woman you loved.

Except she didn’t. Instead, she
looked at him and said something else, something that nearly rocked his world.
“I—I like you too. I think I might even…feel the same.” She looked scared and
timid.

Jace smiled so big his cheeks
hurt. “Oh yeah?”

She nodded once, hard. “Yes.”

He moved in to kiss her but she
turned her head away. His smile faded.

“Yes, but I still can’t be with
you.”

His skin hardened as if to take
a blow but it was too late. She landed the brutal punch before he had a chance
to prepare himself.

“What?” he managed.

She blinked, eyes filling with
shiny tears. “I can’t take the chance again.” Tears fell down her cheeks making
his stomach twist into vicious knots. “I can’t be in a relationship again with
someone who might get mad and…” She couldn’t finish her thought.

“I grew up watching my dad beat
my mother. All the time. You never really get used to it and yet, at the same
time, you do. For small things, he’d just slap her a few times. That we all got
used to. Mom wouldn’t even cry, I wouldn’t say anything, and we’d all go back
to what we were doing.”

“You don’t have to---” she
said.