Breaking Bad

by Karin Tabke

  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.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  Grateful Jack was holding her, Stevie shivered hard.

  His arms tightened. “I’ve got your back, baby. He’ll have to get through me first.”

  Looking up at him, she smiled at his alarm. It was good to be loved. “Before I met Rose Chambers in Maryland, I’d have disagreed with you. Spoltori is on a mission and I’m the woman who is getting in the way of that.”

  “I read your reports. That’s some sick shit.”


  She was still aghast at what she’d learned. “When I was at Rose Chamber’s house, and one of the foster kids came in and called her maman, I almost threw up.”

  “That’s who he was cursing when he was masturbating in front of Regina Welsh??”

  “Yeah. I spoke to a former foster kid of hers, a young woman who told me the aunt picked on all the kids, the boys especially, and that she had walked in on Chambers as she was forcing one to perform oral on her. The girl ran after that. It wasn’t until I told her that I was going to do everything in my power to see that the Rose Chambers was arrested that she opened up. It was ugly, the things she told me, Jack. The aunt must have abused Mario from the time he came to her at five. Sexually, verbally, and physically. He killed his cousin as retaliation, but his subsequent victims were his acting out the fantasy of killing his aunt.”

  Jack smoothed back a loose tendril of hair from her cheek. “I believe he’s got you in his crosshairs because you’re a dominant female who is preventing him from carrying out his kill fantasies.”

  “By killing his assistant, he’s gone completely off the deep end.” Pulling back, she looked earnestly at Jack. “He’s lost touch with reality, making him desperate and more dangerous than ever. I want to call off the dogs. Let’s set him up by letting him come to me. I’ll be ready for him.”

  “Not on your fucking life.” Jack turned and hoisted her up the ladder and drew her against his chest. “No fucking heroics, Stevie. Promise me right now you play this one hundred percent safe.”

  “I’d be a liar if I said Spoltori didn’t make me nervous. He could hurt me, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take. It’s a risk you’d take, too, Jack, and you know it. It’s what we do, who we are. I’m prepared. I’m a fourth-degree black belt in karate and jujitsu. I’m an expert on the range and defensive tactics, I can handle my—”

  “I don’t care how many fucking belts you have or how accurate your aim, he’s vicious and dangerous. You don’t leave my side for anything,” Jack shot back.

  She stiffened. “I beg your pardon, Special Agent, but I’m not going to be looked after like some spineless vic. I’m a cop. I catch bad guys. Don’t put your fear of me failing before that. You’ll cause me to hesitate. If I hesitate, then I’m as good as dead.”

  He shook her. “I love you. I would die for you, damn it! I’m not going to allow anything, including your ego, to jeopardize us.”

  Stevie broke out of his embrace. “I love you, too, Jack. Damn it, I do! I would take a bullet for you. But you’re not going to bully me out of fear.” Climbing completely out of the pool, she strode around it, and grabbed her robe. As she shrugged it on, she said, “I resent your remark about this being about my ego. It’s my job, Jack. You of all people should know that!”

  Expertly, Jack swam across the pool and walked out of the water like Poseidon. He was spectacular. Tall, muscled, tan, and endowed. That endowment was growing by the second.

  Shaking her head, Stevie tightened the belt on her robe and backed away. “No, Jack, you’re not going to push me into a safe corner while you go catch the bad guy. If we’re going to do this relationship thing, we do it as equals.”

  “I need to know you’ll be okay.”

  “I will be okay so long as you don’t impede my doing my job.”

  Shaking his head, Jack continued toward her. “He’s a desperate, brutal killer on the run. He has nothing to lose. He will try and take everyone down with him when he goes.”

  “You don’t think I don’t know that?” she asked, incredulous that he was being so obtuse about this. “I saw the autopsy photos from what he did to his cousin. I was there the mornings each of my vics were discovered. I’m insulted that you one, don’t think I understand the gravity of this case and two, you question my competency to bring Spoltori in.”

  “I don’t question your skill set, Stevie, I’m just afraid his may be more evolved.”

  That stung. “I’m sorry you think so highly of him and so little of me.” She turned on her heel and said, “I’m taking a shower. I’d tell you to leave, but I know you won’t and since I don’t feel like fighting over that I suggest you get dressed and go perch yourself out front or out here to be on the lookout for the super serial killer while I hide in my closet.”

  Grabbing her pistol from beneath the lounger, then slamming the door as she entered her house, Stevie fumed. How dare Jack question her ability to take that scumbag down? She got that he was afraid for her. Hell, she was, too! But she was well trained. She could do this.

  Angrily she strode into her bedroom and stopped short. The ceiling creaked above her. Her belly fluttered, every sense on high alert. Spoltori? She shook it off. She was just spooked. It couldn’t be him; the attic was too hot and too cramped for a grown man. It was those damn raccoons. They were back. She’d set traps again, and this time, she’d drive into the next county to let them go.

  Hands pressed against the tile wall in the shower, Stevie let the hot spray of the water beat down her. When she felt a whoosh of cool air on her body, she set her jaw and glanced over her shoulder. Jack stood with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hard-on clearly defined beneath the beige terrycloth.

  “What?” she snapped, exasperated. This relationship was going to kill her!

  “I’m sorry,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’m afraid. When I’m afraid, I bully.”

  Her mood softened. How could it not? Here was big bad Jack Thornton admitting to her that he was afraid. But she held her line. If she didn’t, she would give up territory she would have a hard time getting back.

  Her grandfather, who had raised champion German shepherds, had once told her that there were two kinds of dogs. Soft dogs that were easy to train and who would do anything to please their master, with little encouragement. And then there were the hard dogs. These took an extreme amount of patience, a firm hand, and love to train. But in return for that patience and love they were the most loyal, protective, and loving of companions. Jack was a hard dog.

  “What are you afraid of?” she asked.

  “The dark.”

  She scoffed. “Be serious.”

  He stepped into the shower. “I am.” He dropped the towel and slid his hands along her arms as he pushed her gently against the tile. As he lifted her hands higher above her head, he held them with one hand, and his lips dropped to the bend in her shoulder. “Because without you in it, there would be no light in my world. And that terrifies me.”

  “Jack,” she breathed as his lips trailed along her shoulder to her arm. His erection pressed hotly against her back. “I promise you, we’re going to grow very old together.”

  “I’m going to hold you to that.” He nudged her knees apart, and with his free hand, he traced the curve of her hip. “I love your body.” Brushing his lips along her arm, he murmured, “Every curve.” His hand slipped around to her belly as his fingers splayed, teasing her mons. “Every valley.” His hand traveled lower, the tip of his index finger swirled around her swollen clit. “Every hot button.”

  “Jack,” she gasped, pushing into his hand.

  “Jack, what?”

  “That feels really good.”

  “You feel really good.”

  Hiking her leg up at the knee from behind, he dipped his hips and pressed the thick head of his cock to her opening, sliding along her sweltering seam. When she pushed back and tried to impale herself on him, he slid his cock downward and out of her hungry pussy’s reach.

  “Jack, please,” she whimpered.

  He slid his hand up her back to her hair and pulled it back so that her ass rubbed his cock and her heavy breasts pressed against the cool tile. “I’m a flawed man, Stevie,” he said against her neck. “I don’t know if I can change.”

  Despite the hold on her hair, Stevie was able to turn enough to look up at him. His gaze was serious and unwavering. Her hea
rt swelled painfully within her chest. “I accept your flaws, Jack. I love you in spite of them. I don’t want to change you. I want equality.”

  He cracked a smile and asked, “Does that mean you want on top again?”

  “Grrr, Jack!”

  His smile widened when he yanked her hair for effect. “Do you forgive me for being an overprotective, chest-beating, egotistical, afraid of the dark, bully?”

  “That’s like asking me to forgive who you are. That I won’t do, because I love the overprotective, chest-beating, egotistical, afraid of the dark, bully.”

  He nudged his cock upward, sliding it along her swollen lips, teasing her with it. “I wouldn’t change one thing about you,” he said. And then whispered, “Because you’re perfect for me.” He slid into her then, hitting deep. “God, I love the feel of entering you,” he groaned. He thrust again. “So damn good.”

  He let go of her hands, but Stevie kept them high and pressed against the tile. She liked Jack this way. Primitive. Dominant. He grabbed her hair again, pulling her head back so that she bowed, the cords of her neck tight. He ravaged her lips as his other hand possessively gripped the curve of her hip as he pounded into her from behind.

  She was there, right on the edge, when he pulled out of her, causing her to scream. Tossing her over his shoulder, he turned off the shower and strode with them dripping wet to her bed where he tossed her, then followed her down, covering her with his big body.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  “Jack, what are you doing?”

  “I’m going to make love to you.”

  “But we were just—”

  “Fucking.” He clasped her face in his hands. “And don’t get me wrong, I love fucking you, but I want to make love.” He dropped a kiss to her parted lips. “Slowly.” Entwining his fingers into hers, he languidly pushed them above her head, pressing her deeper into the duvet.

  With exquisite slowness, he touched her body with his fingertips, then his lips, reacquainting himself with all the places that made her sigh while inflaming the places that made her weep.