My. Own.
Her nails dug deeper as the desperation in our kiss intensified, releasing our pent-up sexual tension in that one kiss. She needed it, too, as badly as I did. Goosebumps ran over my skin under her touch, my senses already overstimulated by an animalistic hunger overtaking us.
I tugged up her shirt, reveling in the warmth of her bare skin against mine and pulled it off. I leaned up, stripped my own off.
“Everything,” she demanded quickly.
From her place on the ground, her gaze drifted over my body as I stood and slid out of my pants and boxer briefs. Her eyes glittered as she took in my cock, her body beginning to squirm against the blanket.
My Sunny. Waiting for me.
She mesmerized me. Her lips full and puffy from the kiss, the heat sparking from her eyes, the way her breasts moved as she stretched her arms over her head, offering herself to me like a lamb before a sacrifice. The moonlight reflected against her milky pale skin, almost otherworldly, as if she was something more than us mere mortals on earth. And she was. And she was mine.
I straddled her and took her nipple in my mouth, my pulse skyrocketing as my tongue circled the puckered skin, suckling like a baby that couldn’t get enough. She fisted my hair, the sting of the pull going right to my dick that was already a raging hard-on.
I worked my way down her stomach, her perfect, little navel, to that little crease of her inner thighs.
Those red lace panties.
Licking, kissing, I peeled them off her, trailing them down her legs next to my tongue. Her breath picked up, the movement of her hands over me becoming faster, more frantic. We locked eyes as she spread open for me, bending her knees and widening herself to me. Opening fully.
She smelled like vanilla. Warm, wet vanilla. And then I spotted the tattoo, a vibrant blue butterfly on her inner hip.
Resurrection.
I trailed my finger over the beautiful wings and looked into her eyes. A small smile spread over her lips.
My butterfly.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I lowered into the pink folds. I could feel the heat pulsing off her skin against my mouth. Slowly, softly, I licked the crease of her thighs, teasing her, making her beg for it. She did. Her knees opened wider, her ass lifting off the floor all but shoving herself to me.
God, she was beautiful.
I slid my hands under her ass and squeezed as I buried my face into her pussy. I melted against the warmth, the scent of her, the slickness as I ran my mouth over the folds separating them with the tip of my tongue.
“Jagger…” her whisper barely audible as she dragged her fingers through my hair.
She grew wetter, swelling around my mouth. I knew she was throbbing as much as I was, and I hadn’t even touched the Holy Grail. I squeezed her ass cheeks and trailed my tongue to her clit. Her breath hitched, her body jolted instantly at the touch. I wanted to fucking devour it, eat it, press it in my mouth until it became a part me. I circled the tiny, swollen bud, suckling madly, sending her into quick pants as she pulled my hair.
“Oh my…”
One finger, then two, plunged into her warm wetness, sliding in and out with each circle of my tongue, the pressure increasing with each thrust of my hand. Licking, lapping, sucking that clit as I repositioned my other hand, slid my thumb between her ass cheek and pressed.
She screamed my name as she came, the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard in my life.
I lapped up that sweet juice, trailing my wet fingertips down her thighs as I watched her come back to life.
Her eyes met mine.
“Come here,” she whispered, her hands grabbing at me.
I crawled over her, my cock, painfully hard, dangling above her stomach.
She was so beautiful, sated, satisfied under the moonlight.
I’d done that.
And I would do it every day for the rest of my life if she’d let me.
I lowered down…
“Wait.”
I pulled back.
“Wait…” she whispered.
“What?”
Her tongue darted over her lips, her brows crinkled in a look that resembled concern. You want to know the crazy thing? At that moment, my response wasn’t disappointment or anger that she was possibly pulling the plug on sex, it was that I was so damn glad I’d already satisfied her, if we were done.
Mind-blowing, that was.
“It’s okay. What? You can tell me anything.” I whispered. “Say it. What?”
“It’s been… It’s been awhile.”
I blinked.
“… Since I’ve had sex.”
“How long?”
“Six years.”
My brows popped.
She snorted. “Thanks.”
“No… no, I didn’t mean… it’s just surprising.”
“I know.”
“We don’t have to…”
“No, Jagg,” she threaded her fingers through my hair. “There’s nothing more that I want right now. Please. I want you. Just… be slow.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She gripped my hair. “Fuck me, Jagg. Take me.”
I lowered down, repositioning my tip against her opening.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” I whispered. “I’ll stop.”
She nodded, closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around me.
“Take me...”
The heat of her almost took my breath away as my head separated her folds. The touch like a blast of lightning against my already-throbbing head. I closed my eyes and tilted my head up, savoring the moment, knowing that if just the tip of her was that good, I wanted to draw it out as much as possible. Something I’d never done before.
I slowly slid inside, a wave of lightheadedness gripping me as a sheath of hot, slick sweetness squeezed around my cock. She was so tight, a vise sucking me in, pulling me deeper and deeper into the rapture that was Sunny Harper.
Soaking into her, I leaned next to her ear. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” This whisper was marked with her legs wrapping around me, her hips thrusting upward.
Fuck.
We kissed as I began to slide in and out, slowly establishing a rhythm, moving together under the moonlight like the water next to us. Each thrust deeper than the last until her pussy sucked in my entire cock.
It was true ecstasy. Better than any adrenaline rush, any drink, any pill. My thoughts, concerns, fears, everything evaporated in a cloud of mist around us as we kissed, kissed, kissed and moved together.
I was on the brink of coming when she pulled away from my kiss, fire sparking in those eyes.
“You okay?”
She didn’t speak. The heat in her eyes was enough. She pushed me off her and onto my back with a force rivaling the one she’d used to fight me off her in the park.
Holy shit.
“I’m going to fuck you, Jagg. I’m going to fuck you the way I’ve wanted to since the moment I saw you and I’m going to watch you watch me come again.”
That was my Sunny. Unbridled passion, taking what she wanted, exactly as she wanted it. So fucking hot.
Take me was all I could think. Never let me go.
She crawled on top of me, straddled me, wrapped her hand around my cock and guided my tip inside her, jacking me off at the base while she slowly worked her way down.
I thought I was in ecstasy before.
I gripped her tiny waist, helping to guide the movement. I could actually feel her stretching around me.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it.”
She closed her eyes and bit her lip, her face squeezing with each inch she traveled lower, lower and lower.
I was about to explode.
She finally was able to settle onto me, my cock fully enveloped in her vise, her clit pressing against my hair. She braced her palms, her weight, on my chest and began the ride, those breasts swaying under the moonlight.
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“My
God,” she exhaled sliding up and down, grinding her clit against me with each drop. My grip around her waist tightened as her speed increased. Faster, faster. Sweat slicked our bodies as I bounced her hips against mine. She fucked me faster, faster, her hair bouncing on her shoulders as she tilted her chin up to the sky, exposing that long, pale neck to me. She began to moan, pant.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I slid one hand at the base of my cock and thumbed that slick, swollen clit, sliding over it as she rode me. I pressed hard, fast, her breath escaping her, mine lodging in my throat. Tingles ran over my skin as goosebumps spread over her own. Her pussy tightened around me, little squeezes telling me she was close.
“Sunny,” I said through ground teeth.
She opened her eyes, a strand of hair bouncing down the center of her face.
“Look at me. Sunny. Look at me.”
Our eyes locked. “I love you, Jagg. I love you.”
With a guttural groan I poured myself inside her as she screamed my name one more time.
40
Jagg
The moon had risen further in the sky when we’d finally pulled away from each other. The words she’d yelled out while she came had wrapped around us in a warm blanket, something I never wanted to let go. It wasn’t awkward or weird, it was just a release. An acknowledgment of something we both knew to be as true as our beating hearts.
I didn’t say it back.
I didn’t know why.
She didn’t seem to care, though, as was Sunny. She knew what she’d done to me when she said it.
Dissolved me.
I watched her blow out the candles, the thin, white T-shirt stopped just below her butt cheeks, revealing that sexy tuck when she moved just the right way. I wanted to be there again, in that exact spot, and I got the feeling that desire wouldn’t leave me for the rest of my life.
I’d had Sunny Harper.
There was no going back.
I gathered the blanket, bag, the cooler and followed her up the hill.
My phone had started blowing up sometime between her orgasms and in a move nothing short of impressive, I’d silenced it without her noticing. The entire town could be in flames at the hand of the devil himself and I wouldn’t have cared.
I buckled my pants, slipped into my boots and slung my T-shirt over my shoulder. Sunny hadn’t bothered to replace her panties. In fact, I don’t even think we knew where they were.
With the full moon guiding our way, I watched Sunny walk up the hill, those long, lean legs. The way the T-shirt outlined her perfect ass with each step. The way her hips swayed back and forth…
That sway…
That… sway…
… …
I squinted, tilting my head to the side, a little explosive, red alarm bursting somewhere deep in my psyche.
“Hey, Sunny?”
“Yeah?”
“You okay?”
“Why?” She asked over her shoulder, her wild hair blowing in the breeze.
“You’ve got a gangsta limp all the sudden. Straight out of a rap video. I think they call that swagger, or something.”
She laughed. “No, I think it’s to keep their pants up.”
“You’re not wearing pants… Seriously, did I hurt you?”
“Oh, no, no, no. It’s just my hip. I fell out of a treehouse when I was a kid. My left hip gets a little wonky from time to time.”
I stopped cold, my veins turning to ice.
“My left hip.”
41
Jagg
And that was the final shock of what would be the evening that changed my life forever.
I couldn’t move. I was rooted to the ground with invisible strings while my brain started spinning. My stomach plummeted to the ground.
Briana Morgan’s words echoed in my ear.
“The Black Bandit… Who picked that name, anyway?”
“… Look closer…”
I zeroed in on Sunny’s long, black curly hair.
The Black Bandit.
Sunny Harper was the fucking Black Bandit.
Briana had named her partner in crime, her informant, after her pitch black hair.
And I had fucking missed it. The Bandit had been right there in front of me the entire time.
I’d missed it.
I can’t explain the emotions that pummeled through my body at that moment. Shock, anger, gut-wrenching embarrassment. All this quickly replaced with a racing heart and a rage like fire over my skin. I’d been lied to. Played like a fucking fiddle.
Sunny Harper was the Black Bandit and I hadn’t even seen it.
Never. Again.
Never fucking again.
“Sunny.”
She stopped instantly at the tone in my voice, and even through the growing darkness, I could see her entire body tense. She knew. At that moment, she knew she’d let it slip.
She didn’t turn, as if she knew what was coming.
A second went by with us standing ten feet apart on the trail that led through the woods to the bungalow.
Max whimpered.
And then she was gone.
Like a flash of lightning, the woman took off into the woods.
The cooler and bags tumbled to the ground as I spun on my heel and sprinted after her, laser focused on the black hair zipping through the trees like a goddamn deer. The woman was freakishly fast. Beams of moonlight shot through the canopy above, silver spotlights dappling the forest floor below. It was like a damn light show, flashes and swaying shadows in the breeze.
Twigs slapped my face, a few slicing the skin on my bare chest. The pain like gasoline to the fire that was raging through me.
I’d been played.
Played.
A flash of black and brown emerged from the side, Max, chasing after her, sensing something in the air.
The trees enclosed around us, stealing most of the light. I had a feeling Sunny would fade away as soon as darkness fully engulfed us.
I wasn’t going to let that happen.
Gritting my teeth, I surged forward, pressing into a fast sprint, ignoring the pain shooting up my back, the branches slicing my skin, the rocks, the gangly roots threatening to trip me with every step.
I took a risk and switched paths, running around the boulders she was struggling to maneuver through.
Almost…
I could smell the coconut in her hair as I jumped onto a rock and leapt through the air like a cheetah. My body slammed into hers. I wrapped my arms around her, flung her bodyweight and we hit the ground, tumbling three rotations before my back slammed against a rock. I pinned her wrists above her head and straddled her torso before the woman could even blink.
Moonlight slashed her face as she gasped for breath and struggled against my hold. Her now-shoeless bare legs flailed at my back, her T-shirt somewhere around her waist.
How had this woman fooled me? How had I been stupid enough to be inside this woman only moments ago, handing her my fucking heart?
Idiot.
A chorus of snarls and barks screamed around me.
“Settle!” I yelled over the noise as I glared down at Sunny, my pulse roaring in my ears.
The barks faded into low whimpers as Max paced anxiously back and forth next to us, unsure what to do. My body trembled as I leaned into her face—her lying, deceiving, hypnotic face.
“Did you kill Seagrave?” The voice that came out of me was something I’d never heard before, so low, so deep, I was surprised she even heard it.
“No.” Her chest heaved. “No.”
My phone started buzzing—for the tenth time—but I didn’t dare release her wrists. I ground my hips deeper against her ribcage. She sucked in a ragged breath, gasping for air. I realized then that I didn’t have handcuffs, a gun, not even a damn shirt to gag the woman. A series of beeps followed the incessant calls. Voicemails, texts messages, the pitched sounds setting me even more on edge.
“I’m going to ask you again, and God
help me if you lie to me this time… Did you shoot Seagrave after you stole the Cedonia Scroll?”
“No!” She blurted out, the single word taking all the breath she had in her.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I screamed, the sound roaring through the woods. “Why didn’t you tell me you were the Black Bandit?”
She squeezed her eyes closed and turned her face away from the spittle coming out of my rage.
“Why?” I shook her wrists above her head like a rag doll.
“Stop it! Jagg, stop!”
“Why? Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”
“You don’t understand, Jagg. Because I—”
“I don’t understand? Because you’re a lying, mother fucking bitch.”
Her entire body stilled instantly. The words lingered heavy in the air, and fuck if I didn’t regret them. The muscles in her jaw twitched as she slowly turned her face to mine, her eyes slitted with absolute fury.
“Tell me,” I snapped.
“Fuck. You.”
I stared at her, both of us still breathing heavily from the chase, the catch, the emotions. I spat inches from her face. She didn’t flinch. I pressed her wrists into the rocks as I scoffed and pushed off of her.
She laid still, unmoving on the dirty ground where she belonged, that gaze shooting into mine with a rage almost matching my own.
Almost.
“You’ve cost me my fucking job,” I loomed over her, spat again. “You cost me my fucking reputation. You made me a fucking fool—”
My phone rang again.
“Fuck! Jesus Christ!” I pulled the phone from my pocket. “What?”
A circus of background noise roared in my ears, then, “I need you down at Switchback Trailer Park immediately.” Colson’s voice crackled in and out, but there was no mistaking the sharpness of his tone.
“What the hell’s going on?”
“Darby’s been shot three times in the chest.”
42
Jagg
I scrubbed my hands over my face as I paced back and forth in the waiting room, wishing I could scrub the smells away, too. Her smell. Vanilla and coconuts branded on my skin. The smell of the room around me. That damn cold, stinging antiseptic scent that was synonymous with every hospital waiting room on the planet.
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