Tri Me (Primrose, Minnesota, Book 4)

by Mia Dymond

  “Alex,” he pleaded, not surprised at the hoarse tone of his voice. “Enough.”

  At his desperate request, she stilled her motion but remained pressed to him, the air thick with female arousal. His cock stood angry but proud behind his jeans, demanding to be put out of its misery. He reached between his legs, popped the button at his fly, and lowered his zipper. Both he and his raging hard-on almost wept in relief.

  Alex stepped away. “I beg to differ.”

  He watched in agony as she placed her hands at the hem of her tank top and lifted the garment over her head, revealing a whole new playground. Her red bra did little to restrain her full firm breasts – not that he was disappointed. Not even close.

  He slid each strap, one at a time, from her shoulders and then reached behind and released the catch with two fingers. The barrier fell to her feet. His cock stretched another painful inch at the incredible sight of her plump, swollen breasts, her nipples pebbled and erect. His mouth watered. His fingers itched. Unable to help himself, he indulged.

  She released a small gasp as he took a breast in each palm and plucked each hardened nipple with a thumb.

  “Yes,” she murmured as she thrust into his touch and her hips found their way back against his groin.

  Determined to make her as crazy as he, he lowered his head to one breast and opened his mouth over the nipple. Her chest raised and fell with the force of her breath as his tongue drew circles around the stiff flesh, teasing with soft, slight pressure and then rubbing the peak with a vigorous touch. She squirmed against him, filling his senses with the feel of warm, willing woman.

  Incredible desire fueled him to make one last pass with his tongue and then wrap his lips around the area in a tight suckle. Then, very carefully, he clamped his teeth over the tip.

  A breathy whimper left her mouth at the tender assault and she pushed the breast further inside. He raised a hand to caress the soft underside and then slowly removed the flesh from between his lips.

  He raised his gaze to hers. In her hooded, glazed eyes he found exactly what he craved – full blown, crazy-hot desire. Give him a couple hours, he’d show her what alpha truly meant.

  Yet, lost in an overabundance of confidence, he had only seconds to relish control before reality squeezed him in two. Literally.

  “Aw hell, Alex,” he spat.

  He glanced between his legs to see her hand wrapped around his cock. He stood helpless in her grip, careful not to make any sudden moves.

  “Slow,” he all but begged.

  Her irises flickered from green to deep, dark emerald as she moved her fist up, down, then up again. Slow and easy. He could do this.

  She continued the motion several more times and he leaned back his head, closed his eyes, and widened his stance, prepared to let her play as long as possible. And then the game changed.

  He should’ve known better; Alex was very competitive by nature. Incredible pleasure caused him to raise his head and open his eyes. He looked down to find her poised between his legs, his greedy dick in her fist and aimed at her pillow-soft lips.

  Desperate, he poked his fingers in her hair and yanked. “No.”

  She only grinned and gave his dick a tight, long pull that made him putty in her hands. “Yes.”

  He sucked in a short, hard breath as her tongue left her mouth and then swept the tip of his weeping erection. “Hell yeah,” he grunted.

  Giving in to her ministrations, he thrust his hips, sliding his cock between her lips at an easy pace. She responded to his desperate need by tightening her lips and guiding his hips with her hands. Then, in the middle of an in-stroke, easy went straight to hell. The little witch gave him a good hard suck and then swallowed him whole.

  God in Heaven. He would never last with her mouth sucking the sweet life out of him.

  “Gee-jus, Alex!” He squeezed her cheeks in an effort to extract himself. “No more.”

  She simply winked and tightened around him.

  “Seriously, baby.” He stroked one cheek with a thumb. “I want this to last.”

  With a soft sigh, she drew him out of her mouth, sucking his tortured cock the whole way. “Spoilsport.”

  He could only give her a desperate chuckle. “I haven’t even begun to spoil you.”

  Alex forced herself to breathe as Jackson placed a hand under her elbow and eased her to stand. Looking at the six foot plus mountain of pure aroused male did little to ease the blistering hot heat surrounding her.

  “There’s just one problem,” she told him.

  He gave her a cocky smirk as he guided her backwards to the bed. “No problems in this room.”

  “Yes.” The backs of her knees met the bed and she was forced to sit. “I’m naked.”

  The smirk broadened. “I repeat, no problems.”

  “You’re not.”

  “Well, now.” He lay on the bed beside her and pulled her down to her back. “I can see where you’d think that was a problem.” Goosebumps danced on her skin as he leaned over her and placed several tiny pecks down the sensitive skin of her neck. “However, it’s not for me.” Her nipples tingled as he lifted his mouth and then drew his tongue down the valley of her cleavage. “You’re not the only tease in this room.”

  Her nerve endings screamed with the excitement of their pleasure/pain as he moved his fingers in a soft caress across her stomach and then lower to knead the inside of one thigh. She shifted in an effort to reposition his hands near one particular pleasure point.

  “Nuh-uh.” He moved his hand, but only to the opposite thigh and to the area just south of where she really, really, needed him. “Makes you crazy, doesn’t it?”

  “No,” she answered through gritted teeth.

  “Really?” He raised an eyebrow. “Then maybe I need to try something different.”

  Her breath caught and she couldn’t stop the small mew that left her throat when his index finger moved to her clit and rubbed soft circles over the hood. She lifted her hips, pressing harder and further into his touch, silently demanding more. Yet, his touch remained soft and tormenting and she had to admit, the man’s skill was unsurpassed.

  “Jackson, please.” She moved her hips again, not above pleading at this point.

  “Please what, baby?”

  “More.”

  With a soft snicker, he gave her clit a quick pinch and then slid his fingers through her wet folds until one penetrated her entrance. Now lost in sheer ecstasy, she whimpered when the tormented muscles inside clenched down in a tight, forceful suction and he began to massage with his motion.

  As her mind began to numb with pleasure, she groaned and reached between his legs, hoping that touching him would dull her desperation.

  “Let go or I’ll stop,” he told her.

  She kept her hand wrapped around the rigid length of his shaft. “No you won’t.”

  When he called her bluff, her body screamed in agony. Immediately, she released him.

  “Good girl,” he taunted as he resumed the motion.

  “Jackson,” she panted, “I’m ready.”

  He arched his finger and hit the one button that screamed the most. Her mind went totally blank. Her body shook. Moisture left her body.

  “Yes, you are.” He growled and instantly his assault stopped.

  She leaned up on her elbows to see him shuck clothing at light speed. As soon as his shirt left his body, her gaze honed in on his staircase of abdominal muscles and then to the sharp vee cut of his obliques. I’m in Heaven.

  Then he shoved his jeans and boxer-briefs down long, solid legs and kicked them from his body. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears. She licked her incredibly dry lips. She crossed her legs as if that might provide some semblance of control. And then he wrapped his hand around his miraculously thick shaft and gave it a strong pull. She uncrossed her legs.

  With an iron will he was surprised to find he still had, Jackson gave the angry beast between his legs one more hold-on-or-else squeeze and used one knee to widen
Alex’s legs.

  “Open for me, sweet baby,” he murmured as he braced his hands on both sides of her head and lowered his hips.

  His cock pulsed in the heated space between her legs, giving her one last warning before he took them both for a ride through sheer bliss. He pushed the swollen head closer and then something way back in the archives of his brain stopped him.

  “Damn.”

  She frowned. “What’s wrong?”

  He released a hard breath and lifted a hand to run it through his dampened hair. “Do I need a condom?”

  “Close call, detective.” She smiled and wiggled her hips beneath him. “No.”

  “Thank Jesus.” Without further hesitation, he entered her body.

  His control slipped when she closed around him and sucked him inside her warm, wet heat. He began a slow, steady rhythm within the hold of her tight vise and hoped to hell he could hold on until she was ready.

  “Too slow.” In one fluid motion, she locked her ankles at the base of his spine, squeezed him with her legs, and forced him inside to the hilt. His balls crowded the base of his dick.

  He quickened his movement. “Please tell me you’re close.”

  “Doesn’t matter. Just do it.”

  “It matters.” He reached between their slick bodies to rub her clit once again. “Ladies first.”

  She simply arched her body and whimpered under his touch.

  He shifted slightly to one side and stroked directly beneath the area his fingertip teased. Her body pulsed around him and he knew he had her.

  “Let me have it, Alex,” he demanded.

  She ground her hips against him as he drove in one last time and then released a breathy moan, one that strangled his cock in two. He kicked control in the ass. As soon as she contracted around him, he let go and released deep inside her, branding her, binding her to him forever. Whether she agreed or not.

  With his heart pounding like jungle drums and his dick worshipping the ground she walked on, he placed several small kisses along her forehead, then left her body to lay beside her. He rolled her to face away from him, and positioned her back to his chest, his arms securely locking her into place.

  “Sleep, angel,” he told her. “No worries tonight.”

  “Not a one,” she mumbled.

  CHAPTER SIX

  The next morning, Jackson occupied a chair at the RSI conference table, surrounded by the smell of freshly-brewed coffee, and pissed off that he sat where he did. Any way he looked at it, there wasn’t a positive to be found; not being in bed, wrapped in Alex’s arms angered him, as did the continued chase of the lunatic who threatened her.

  He glanced around the table at his team. Good, loyal men. All of them willing to put their lives on the line in the name of justice. And, with the exception of two, all of them whooped, as Ryker so eloquently put it. He smirked. Didn’t bother him in the least.

  “Something funny, Stewart?”

  He lifted his coffee cup and glanced at Ryker over the rim. “No, just a fond memory.”

  “No need to share. We all know where you slept last night.” He turned to Jake. “Did your backgrounds show anything?”

  The other man opened a green file folder. “Mario Russo. No arrests. Car salesman and accounts manager. Age thirty-two with an ex-wife and three children who live in Atlanta, Georgia. Mrs. Cunningham confirms he checked his phone in before he left for the day. He was with his girlfriend during the time the call was made from that phone.”

  Jackson swallowed a swig of coffee and then placed his mug back on the table. “Any connection to Alex at all?”

  “Although it doesn’t matter, they both volunteered their contact list. Neither stored Alex’s number in their phones.” Jake flipped pages. “Katie Roberts is more interesting.”

  Mace leaned forward. “Yeah? Any priors?”

  “Two arrests at age eighteen – one for soliciting prostitution and the other for breaking and entering. Never been married, but engaged four times. All of them wealthy, and cancellations were not her idea. She’s forty-five thousand dollars in debt and about to lose her car. Unfortunately, none of this ties her to Alex. According to Primrose PD, they’ve got a tail on her just in case.”

  Jackson’s thoughts flashed back to the surveillance camera. “How is she built?”

  “Nothing like the perp.”

  Ryker looked at Mace. “Did you come up with anything useful?”

  “No.” He opened his own file. “Mrs. Cunningham vouched for both my suspects. Hailey Michaels has been happily married for five years and is currently pregnant with number three. She probably won’t scale a brick wall for awhile. She’s home every night with the husband and kids.” He released a hard sigh. “Lindsey Jordan works full time and attends night school. She’s on the heavy side, and single without a documentable boyfriend in the last six months.”

  Jackson ran his hand through his hair. “At least we’ve eliminated four suspects.”

  Ryker stood and poured himself a cup of coffee. “What about the wife?”

  “Her maiden name is Jamison.” Jackson leaned back in his chair and buckled his hands behind his head. “I only found a sealed juvenile record.”

  Jake frowned. “Arrest record?”

  “Don’t know. Sealed means stay out. She’s got a clean slate otherwise. On the other hand, Sebastian was easy. He emigrated from Greece with his family as a teenager.”

  Mace took a long swallow of his coffee. “How did he acquire the business?”

  “He went to work there at age eighteen as a lot porter. Owned it by the time he was twenty seven. Now he’s fifty years old.”

  Jake cocked his head to the side. “Any ex-wives?”

  “Two. Both remarried. He’s been married to twenty-five-year-old Jennifer for about seven months.”

  “Ah.” Mace smirked. “Trophy wife.”

  “I haven’t found any evidence of extra-marital affairs on either side, and nothing links them to Alex except that she is listed as the attorney of record for Luxury Imports and Sebastian. Strictly a business association on the surface.”

  Jackson held his breath, hoping that none of them would ask. Then Ryker just had to go there.

  “Did you scratch the surface?”

  “What the hell does that mean, Adams?”

  “Look at the facts, Stewart. Alex is intelligent and extremely easy on the eyes. Would you blame the guy?”

  The room grew quiet.

  “No,” he said finally, “but I don’t question Alex’s integrity.”

  “And now we know you spend quite a bit of time with her.”

  “Yeah.” He smirked. “I can pretty well vouch for her whereabouts.”

  “Have you questioned Mrs. Sebastian?”

  Jackson shook his head. “Haven’t had a chance."

  “Any more ideas about our suspect?”

  “My money’s still on Jennifer.” Mace said.

  “Logical choice.” Ryker gave a slight nod. “Except the initials on the lipstick holder don’t match.”

  “We don’t have clear-cut Intel to prove that item has anything to do with this case,” Jake reminded them.

  “We don’t,” Jackson agreed, “but it doesn’t belong to Alex. What are the odds a random person would have dropped it there?”

  “Slim to none.” Ryker took another swallow from his cup. “What about the card?”

  “Alex didn’t leave it behind. She knows Marnie’s address as well as her own.”

  “No prints on the gas can, the lipstick holder, or the business card.” Ryker shook his head. “Our suspect is either experienced or watches a lot of television.”

  “The only thing familiar about each incident is aggression.” Jake smirked. “I got that from Bri. Anyway, our perp is stupid enough to leave evidence behind but smart enough not to get caught.”

  “And,” Mace interjected, “we know the culprit is female, we’ve seen her on camera. We just don’t have a suspect that matches her build.”
r />   Jackson exhaled loudly. “We’re missing something, I just don’t know what.”

  “I know a guy.” Ryker set his mug on the table. “We’ll dig deeper.”

  “I’m in.” Jackson stood and started for the door. “Meanwhile, I’ll keep Alex on lockdown. The less accessible we make her, the more likely she is to receive another call.”

  When he rolled to a stop in front of the house an hour later, he reached to turn off the ignition, immediately suspicious when Alex walked out the front door. Alone.

  Dressed in a black short skirt and jacket, she carried her briefcase and gave him a sexy wink as she swayed to his truck, opened the passenger door, and climbed in. Obviously, she was on a mission.

  He managed to untangle his tongue enough to speak. “I’m thinking you want to go somewhere.”

  “You’re thinking correctly.”

  “Where might that be?”

  “Luxury Imports.”

  Jackson smirked. “No way in hell.”

  She reached over, turned the key to restart the engine, and then fastened her seatbelt. “You’re welcome to tag along.”

  Jackson fought the urge to beat his head against the steering wheel. “You can’t get there unless I take you.”

  “Wanna bet?”

  The challenge in her eyes told him what a rookie mistake he had just made. “Be reasonable. You know that our chief suspects are linked to that place.”

  “I said you could come along.”

  He prepared for another argument and then stopped himself. Who was he kidding? She was going to win this argument and they both knew it. “What is so important that you have to go there right now?”

  “I have papers for Lucas to sign. And, as you know, court documents are time sensitive.”

  “Where’s Storm?”

  She turned to look out the rear window. “Back there.”

  He put the truck in gear and pulled slowly back down the driveway, looking in the rearview mirror to assure himself that Storm would follow. He wasn’t surprised when his cell rang.