Wife Me Bad Boy (36 page)

At no time during the past two years, during all the time I’d spent with Wolf Staten, had I felt that safe or that possessed. Despite all Wolf’s power, all the henchmen he had at his beck and call, he’d never felt as powerful or as possessive as Jackson felt.

I
wanted
to be owned by Jackson. I wanted to be his property. I wanted his semen inside me.

Carrying his child would be the greatest honor of my life.

The only problem was that in the morning he was going to ride out to the Los Lobos compound and find his death.

I clung to him so tightly that night, as if I could somehow stop the storm that was brewing. I knew I couldn’t. I might as well have been trying to stop the weather.

Through the window I could see the white orb of the moon. It was a peaceful place. I loved that house. I would happily have stayed there with Jackson. I’d have been able to forget Wolf. He wouldn’t find us there. It would be like I’d never known him. But Jackson couldn’t live like that. I knew that, and I respected it.

“Faith,” he whispered.

“Yes?”

“Do you feel different?”

I touched my belly. It was soft and smooth and warm. I did feel different, but not in the way he meant. I felt safe. I felt like I belonged to someone, a man, a real man, who knew how to possess me. I didn’t know if I felt pregnant or not. I wanted to, but there was no way of knowing.

“I feel safe,” I said.

“Good. I want you to feel safe. I want you to feel safe for the rest of your life.”

That’s why he had to go after Wolf.

“You know what they say where I come from?” he said.

“No, I don’t even know where you come from.”

“The Socorro Valley,” he said, “vineyards, the ocean, that’s where I call home.”

“It sounds nice,” I said.

“It is nice. You’ll see.”

I smiled. I liked that idea. I wanted to go back to wherever it was he came from. I wanted to have a life with him. If I was to have a child, I wanted its father to be with me.

“So,” I said, “what do they say there?”

Jackson grinned. “They say, a man that doesn’t know how to make a lady come, is no man at all.”

I blushed. He’d given me more orgasms in the past twenty-four hours than Wolf had been able to give me in two years.

“Is that so?” I said.

He nodded, and climbed down beneath the sheets.

“Jackson, what are you doing?”

He didn’t need to answer. His tongue answered for him, licking my clit softly, his stubbled chin tickling my thighs. It gave me goosebumps.

I gasped.

His tongue flicked back and forth, causing me to squirm in pleasure. I grabbed my pillow and hugged it tightly, trying to stifle my body’s response to what he was doing.

His tongue ran from the top of my clit, down over my vagina, and all the way beneath me till he reached my anus. I was shocked. No one had ever licked me there before. I wanted him to stop. I was terrified. That wasn’t something I’d ever expected to happen.

I covered my face with the pillow as he forced his head between my legs, holding them open with his powerful arms.

I was
his
now. There was no way I could stop him from doing what he wanted to me. I was at his mercy, just as he’d told me I’d be.

And I liked it.

His tongue pressed against my anus, sending a shiver of excitement up into my flesh. He held my cheeks open with his large hands and licked everything he wanted to lick.

I was glad to have that pillow. It gave me some cover, somewhere to hide, even if it was just in my mind.

His finger reached up and toyed with my clit. His other hand grabbed one of my breasts and softly pinched the nipple. The finger on my clit slid into my wet pussy and I shuddered with pleasure.

All the while, his tongue toyed with my anus like it was a predator and I was its prey.

I wrapped my legs around his head and clenched as tightly as I could. I had no control over it. My body was responding out of its own sense of self-preservation.

As his finger slid into the wet mouth of my pussy, his tongue pushed into my anus and I cried out, pulling the pillow over my face.

The orgasm shook me like an earthquake. I clutched the pillow like it was an enemy I was trying to rip apart. Pleasure built up until breaking point and then everything inside me collapsed at once. The orgasm came in waves, shuddering pleasure destroying everything inside me but my ability to scream, writhe, and feel ecstatic, sexual pleasure.

“Jackson,” I cried out.

He came up from beneath the sheets and put his wet mouth on my face. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe what he was doing to me. When he said I’d beg him, when he said he’d be my complete master, he meant it. He meant every word.

Chapter 14

Jackson

I
WOKE UP EARLY,
before dawn, and Faith was still asleep. I’d exhausted her.

I rode into town and picked up some fresh coffee, jam, eggs, bread, milk, and butter. I wasn’t sure what she liked but I knew she’d be hungry. By the time she woke, breakfast was ready.

“Where did all this come from?”

“The market.”

“You made this?”

“It’s just a few eggs.”

She was grateful and thanked me. We ate in bed and drank the coffee. Being with her was like a dream. Everything about the past couple of days was like a dream. From the moment she stepped into the bar, fate had taken over my life.

I’d intended to leave after breakfast, to get the job over with, but something about the way Faith looked at me stopped me. I just couldn’t pull myself away from her. She was going to be the mother of my child. I knew it with a certainty that defied logic.

But I wanted her to know it too. I wanted her to know she was mine so completely, so utterly, that even if Staten and his men killed me and she never saw me again, it would hardly matter. I wanted to burn myself on her soul, brand her with my body, so that she wouldn’t ever be able to free herself of me.

It wasn’t that I wanted to take her freedom from her, or her future. I didn’t want to take anything away from her. I wanted to give her something. And this was what I knew how to give.

“Faith,” I said.

“Yes, Jackson.”

“Climb onto my lap.”

“Now?”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want her to answer me back. I wanted her to do as I said. She eyed me suspiciously as she straddled me. She didn’t believe I could go again. She thought I was spent. If only she knew, when it came to her body, I’d never be spent.

I’m big in every way. My chest is broad. My arms are built. My cock is like an extra limb. My naked, scarred body is terrifying. Faith looked at me like she was the one who was going to do the devouring. She wasn’t scared. She didn’t mind my scars. I loved her for that.

She did as she was told, climbed on top of me, and put her arms around my shoulders. I pressed her against my chest. My throbbing cock was in front of her, pressed against her tender stomach. I knew my baby was in that stomach. Faith didn’t realize it yet, but she would soon enough.

She was so small against me. I put my hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her up, testing her weight. She weighed nothing at all.

She looked up into my eyes like a child. She was going to let me do whatever I wanted to her. I could tell.

“I’m going to protect you,” I said softly.

She nodded.

“Everything will be taken care of.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“The only thing you have to do, is surrender yourself to me completely.”

She leaned in to me and started kissing my neck, her mouth sucking gently on the sensitive skin. I shut my eyes as my cock grew in my lap. It rose up between her legs like a tree growing.

She looked down at it.

“Spit on it,” I said.

She glanced up at me.

“Do it,” I said insistently.

She let a stream of saliva fall from her lips over the head of my weapon. My tip glistened, perfectly coated in her saliva.

“Do you trust me?” I said.

She nodded.

“What I want to do, it might hurt at first,” I said.

She nodded again.

“Just remember, everything comes at a cost.”

She clung to me. I lifted her a few inches from my lap and held her, suspended over my cock.

“Wrap your legs around my chest,” I said.

She did as she was told. Very slowly, I lowered her back down onto my erect penis. Her pussy was right there, already dripping for me, but it wasn’t her pussy that I wanted. I lowered her so that the tip of my cock pressed against the tight muscle of her virgin asshole.

She gasped.

I locked eyes with her.

“This is what I want from you, Faith. This is what I demand.”

She whimpered as I lowered her another inch, the head of my cock pressing hard against her anus. She tried to kiss me but I backed away.

“Not yet,” I said. “Not till I say.”

She shivered. I didn’t know if she was cold or scared. I lifted her higher and lowered her again, my cock pressing harder against the tight ring of her ass. I wanted to enter her there. I wanted to pour my seed in there. I wanted to make sure she was mine, completely mine, for now and forever.

I knew what I had to do in Nevada, it would be dangerous, and there was every chance I’d never see her again. If my plan had worked, if she was already carrying my child, I had to make sure she remembered me. I had to make sure she’d remember she was utterly mine, even if I was dead. I didn’t want another man coming along after my death and winning her heart. I had to burn myself on her heart like a cattle brand. I had to get so far inside her that nothing, not even death, would ever be able to rip me back out.

I needed that. I needed it for my child. I needed her to speak of me to the child. I needed it for myself too. If I was going to ride to my death, I had to know my life had meant something. But most of all, Faith needed it. I could sense it, like some animals can sense water in the desert. She needed to belong to someone. She needed to know her place in the world. And I was going to show her.

She cried out. My cock was pushing its way through the barrier, entering her passage, and it terrified her.

When I found her, she was utterly lost. Now she was carrying my child, but that wasn’t enough for me. I had to have more. I had to take everything from her.

And I was going to give her my ultimate sacrifice too.

I had to penetrate her deeply. I had to burn myself onto her very soul. It wasn’t just for pleasure. It wasn’t just an idle desire. I wanted to break her, the way a horse-whisperer breaks a mustang. I needed her to know she belonged to me. I didn’t just want her just to love me, I wanted her to fear me too. To respect me. I wanted her to worship me like an animal worships its master.

She cried out, but she was powerless to stop me. I lowered her onto my erect spike and it slid up into her like a sword killing a warrior.

“Please,” she mouthed but I didn’t listen. I couldn’t stop now. If I stopped now, she’d never forgive me. She’d despise me. I couldn’t stop until she was utterly mine. I had to defeat her will, her resistance.

“Jackson,” she whispered.

I refused to feel compassion. I kept lowering her until she was resting again on my lap, my shaft all the way inside her ass, my balls touching the cheeks of her butt.

“Some things have to come with pain,” I said.

“Why are you doing this?”

“You’ll understand after I’m gone.”

“No,” she cried.

“If Los Lobos kill me, I’ll live on within you, Faith. I’ll live on within your womb.”

“You don’t even know if I’m pregnant.”

It was then that I kissed her. My cock was in her ass, all the way to the very center of her body, and I shoved my tongue into her mouth so that she couldn’t say another word. She tried to cry out, she tried to moan, to beg for mercy, but I stifled all of it. I couldn’t bear to hear it.

I was simultaneously creating and destroying the only thing in the world that mattered to me. I was forcing her to be mine for the rest of her life. I knew she’d never look at another man after this. But I was also forcing her to hate me, to look at me as a monster. She’d never forgive me for leaving her. Not for as long as she lived.

If I left her now, if Wolf killed me, if I never returned, she’d hate me for it.

My cock pulsed inside her. She struggled but I held her firmly in place. There was no escape. She bit my lip and I released her from my kiss.

Her claws dug into the flesh of my back.

“Don’t resist me,” I cried. “I’m doing this for us.”

She was crying. My cock burst, the flood of my semen pouring into her anus in waves of pleasure.

“I know,” she cried.

Surge after surge of my orgasm pulsed inside her.

“Harder,” she cried.

I thrust my groin upward, forcing it against the soft flesh of her ass. My cock was lodged so firmly inside her she wouldn’t have been able to break free even if I let her.

“Harder, Jackson,” she cried again. “If you’re going to break my heart, you better break it all the way.”

I shut my eyes. Her nails were so deep in my back that blood was flowing down over my scars. Her mouth pressed against my neck, her teeth biting me painfully. Her legs were so firmly wrapped around my waist I could hardly breathe.

As the last throbs of my sperm flowed into her ass, I knew it was true. She was mine. She was utterly mine, and she always would be.

I’d broken her. I was her master.

Chapter 15

Faith

W
HEN JACKSON TOLD ME HE
was leaving to ride north, something inside me broke. He was going to ride to his death, and he wasn’t even considering where that would leave me. I didn’t care that he said it was for me. It wasn’t for me. I didn’t need revenge on Wolf. All I needed was Jackson to stay with me, to protect me by being with me, to never leave me. All I needed was for him to stay.

“I can’t stay,” he said. “You know that.”

“Then go,” I cried. “If you’re going to leave me, go now. It would have been better if I’d never met you. It would have been better if I’d never left Wolf.”