by Elise Whyles
“None of your business.” Jack shook his head, his voice curt, angry. “My private life is just that, private. You want to have details on sex, get laid.”
“Yep, he’s sick.” Jack groaned at Rick’s statement. Ignoring the teasing from the other two men, he studied the crowd. Men and women gyrated on the dance floor—skimpily dressed women flaunted their breasts, wiggling their asses. The scene left him cold as he drained his beer and ordered another. As confusing as being with Gillian was, it just felt right. He wasn’t about to give it up, no matter how his friends talked.
* * * *
Jack groaned as he eyed the clouds rolling in. He could hear the radio playing a soft tune in the background. The muted sounds filled his bedroom, the song comforting—reminding him of the loving home he’d grown up in. Absently, his thumb traced over his cell phone. The number burned into his mind. Gillian’s tentative smile as she gave it to him enough to make him burn to take her.
He set the phone on the nightstand and rose. He pealed layer after layer off until he was naked and then slid beneath the cool sheets of his bed. His pillow felt the brunt of his frustration as he punched it before flopping back. Why couldn’t he get her out of his head? She was everything he had always avoided. But there was something about her he just couldn’t shake off. What surprised him was he didn’t want to pass her off as some trophy.
Whispering a soft good night, he closed his eyes, tugging the thin blankets up over his bare chest. He snuggled deeper into the bed, his mind racing with thoughts.
Satin scarves drift through his fingers, wrapping around his wrists. The scarlet stands out against the pale alabaster of her flesh. Sweat beads in the dips and hollows of her body.
“Please.” Whimpers of need fill the air. The flickering dance of candles casts a pale glow over the room, over her flesh. Ragged breaths ghost over his neck, her hands held in place with one of his, her body undulating beneath him.
“Please what?”
“Touch me.” She sobs with need, her heel drags up his calf, her fingers clenching and unclenching against his fist. Her dark eyes hold desperation, lust, fire. He shudders when she arches upward, the soft curls between her legs brushing against his balls. His fingers trail a path down her body and he jerks at the moist heat he encounters. Swollen folds open like a rosebud beneath his touch. A languid push and her flesh yields to him, his finger sliding into her slick heat with ease.
“God, yes, more, Jack. More.”
“What do you want, baby, tell me?” He nips at her belly, relishing each contraction of muscle, each moan.
“Another finger, I want to feel you deep within me. I want to feel as though it’s your cock in me. I want to be fucked!”
“Good girl,” Jack grunts, sliding another finger into her moist depths. He gasps when she tightens around his fingers, a rush of moisture dampening his hand. Glancing up, he watches Gillian. Her head thrown back, mouth open on a soundless cry. Eyes squeeze shut, her nails digging into the back of his hand.
The sight of her coming undone is enough to stir his already aching cock. With a groan he slips his fingers free of her core and toward his lips so he can lick the sweetness off. His fingers loosen, releasing her hands. Instantly, he grunts. She clutches at his shoulders, her legs wrapping around him as she pushes.
He finds himself on his back and stares into her dark gaze.
“You wanna be on top?” Lying back, he hopes she doesn’t pick up on the agony spearing his body from his throbbing cock. He wants her. Wants to be buried so deep she can’t retreat.
“I wanna play,” Gillian whispers in his ear, her teeth catching the lobe and nibbling on it for a second before she slides down his body. Her fingers trail through the hair on his chest, nails scraping over his nipples. Each slow glide enough to drive him closer and closer to the brink.
He grits his teeth and inhales sharply when her tongue darts out to lick along the lines of his pectoral muscles. Hot, wet, her mouth drifts over his skin, her tongue swirling and teasing. Each movement pushes him closer to ejaculation. Grabbing for her, he groans when she catches his hands.
“Nuh-uh,” Gillian laughs. “It’s my turn.”
Jack moans at the first soft lick of her tongue over the engorged head of his dick. She cups him, her fingers tightening and releasing. Her tongue slides up and down, the coolness of her breath drawing shivers up his spine. “Damn, baby, you have to…”
“Shh,” Gillian whispers against his cock, her lips teasing him. “I have to do nothing. Come on, you know you want it. Tell me what you want, Jack, hmm? Do you want me to take this huge, delicious cock and swallow it? Want to feel the back of my throat with it? I bet you want me to suck on it. Isn’t that right?”
“Baby, Gilli, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
Gillian offers him a naughty smile, her lips turning up at the corners as she bends her head. She keeps his gaze and slides the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling under it. He lurches upward when her tongue slips into the slit at the top, flicking at the opening with languid movements before flattening out to lick it.
“Mm, just like a lollipop, honey. So sweet and sexy, delicious.”
His body burning, Jack digs his heels into the bed as she slides her head down on his shaft. Her lips wrap tight around him, tongue laving him.
“I’m gonna come soon.” Jack whimpers, his fingers pulling at the sheets. “Jesus, baby, I don’t wanna come in your mouth, I wanna…” His breath catches when she pauses, her nose burying in the hairs of his groin. Swallowing, his eyes locked on hers, he shudders when she moans, the vibrations enough to send bolts of white-hot heat through him. He clutches at her and throws his head back, his strangled scream filling the silence.
Again and again, the wash of his semen flooding her mouth rip through him. Gasping, his heart racing, he wallows in the pleasure, in the warm heat of her mouth as she swallows again and again.
Jack jerked, his eyes flying open. Moonlight spilled across the carpeted floor. He could hear the tick-tock of a clock in the distance and swore. Tiny ripples of pleasure coursed over him, the memory of his dream vivid, bright in his mind. His hand shaky, he scratched it down his body and grimaced at the wet spot in his briefs. Kicking off the covers, he rose, stripped to the skin, and padded naked to the window. His forehead pressed into the cool glass, he stood in silence, his eyes closed. The need to see her stronger than anything he’d ever known before.
Chapter 13
After weeks of supervised visits, she stood in the small, non-descript cabin furnished with the basics, but nothing extraordinary. Barbara rubbed her hand across the bedspread and shuddered with revulsion. Beyond the window she noted the bars, the high fence, and two uniformed officers who escorted the man she’d come to visit.
A slow, cruel smile twisted her face as she listened to the male voices beyond the door of the conjugal house. The guards wouldn’t come in, and she wasn’t going outside. That meant she had Michael to herself for the next three hours. She intended to use the time to get what she wanted.
“Well, well, well,” Mike drawled as he closed the door. He rubbed his wrists and stalked toward her. “What have we here? Didn’t know they approved you to visit. Just said I had…”
“Really, darling, do you want to spend the time talking?” Barbara inhaled, her fingers plucking a button loose. “Or doing something much more interesting?”
“You always were a horny bitch.” He ripped at his jumper and leaned forward, his mouth crashing into hers.
Barbara curled her arms around his neck, her legs coming up to embrace his hips. What a woman had to do to get what she wanted.
Slowly, the shadows stretched along the floor and Barbara glanced at the small clock behind wire on the wall and sighed. She had to go in a few minutes. Trailing a finger down Mike’s chest, she pressed a kiss to his pectoral muscle. “Baby, I have to get out of here soon.”
“Damn, you sure?”
“Yeah, you
know the rules. We only get to visit for three hours. The guards might get a bit suspicious if we’re not careful.” Barbara rolled to tuck herself along the length of his body. “Besides, if I’m not home by five, Lenny’s going to be wondering and calling, and if those idiots at the prison answer we’re both screwed.”
“When will you be back?”
“For this? Or for a visit? I’ll be here on Saturday for the regular chat.” Barbara moaned as he tweaked a nipple. “I need you to do something for me though.”
“Sure, baby.” Mike lapped at her breast, his hand drifting between her legs again.
“Um, ooh yes.” Barbara breathed. She gasped when he rolled, pulling her into position, her knees spread open, her hands flat against the bed.
“What you need, baby, is a good fuck.” Mike ground against her, his cock sliding into the swollen folds. Barbara moaned and whimpered with each movement of his hips as he pounded into her. When he grunted and collapsed on her, she hid her smile in his shoulder.
“Mm, darling, you know I love it when we fuck. It’s always so good,” she whispered against his ear. “But I need you to find someone who’s due out soon. Someone with no sense of guilt. I have a job for them.”
“Doing what?” Mike panted, his tongue licking along her neck.
“I need a minor irritant removed. Along with the idiot she’s seeing.”
“Gillian’s seeing someone?” Mike pulled back, fury darkening his face into an ugly mask. “Who’s that slut seeing? She screwing him?”
Barbara hid her victorious smile and shrugged. “It would seem as such. I’m not sure if they’ve slept together yet, but it’s only a matter of time. If he finds out about the money, we’re both going to be doing without.”
“Give me a couple of weeks. I’ll see what I can do. I guess it’s time I call Gillian, let her know I haven’t forgotten her.”
“What a wonderful idea.” Barbara pressed a kiss to his lips. “Until then, you’d better have a shower, and I have to get out of here. After all, I am supposed to be your mother.”
“Yeah, sure.” Mike slapped her ass as she crawled from the bed. “Best fuck I’ve ever had. I’ll let you know what I find out when you come back for another visit,” Mike promised as he vanished into the bathroom.
Barbara smirked and wrapped a sheet around herself. Listening to the running water, she lit a cigarette and leaned back. Soon, very soon, she’d get what was hers and Gillian would burn in hell.
* * * *
Gillian smoothed her skirt down over her hips, locked the front door, and hurried down the steps. She could hear her phone ringing and paused, glancing at the door before shrugging it off. She’d wager a week’s salary it was her mother.
“Anxious, are we?” Jack’s warm breath stirred the hair at her nape.
“Looking forward to steak.” Gillian shuddered with arousal. Her breasts tightened beneath the pale blouse she wore. She’d come to love these dates. Jack was a great talker, and she’d discovered after a couple of weeks of dating that he loved dinosaurs almost as much as she did.
“Well then, I guess we’d better feed you.” His fingers drifted across her abdomen. They skittered over the buttons, dipping beneath to tease the flesh below. “I stopped off at the restaurant, looks pretty packed … so I was wondering if you’d mind if we had dinner at my place?”
Gillian tensed at the sudden, niggling doubt roaring to life within her before she ruthlessly squashed it. “Sure, uh, that’s fine.”
“Good.” Jack’s quick grin lightened her mood as she followed him to his truck. Secured on the seat, she glanced at him as he slid in and closed the door. “We’ll head over and have something to eat, but I promised a buddy of mine I’d stop by and have a drink first. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. Do you want me to drive?”
“Maybe later.” Jack pulled her against him with a chuckle. “You’ll love Luke. He was supposed to go up to the tower about a month back, but he had to wait for his partner to finish up some work. He just came down for a couple of days, something about a personal matter. I think it had more to do with his ex than anything happening at the station.”
“What does he do?”
“He works for the forestry service. I worried about him taking this assignment. He’s just gone through a bad break and he needs some downtime to heal.”
“Oh, his girlfriend left him?”
Jack cleared his throat, a faint flush darkening his face. “No, his boyfriend.”
“Oh.” Gillian frowned. “Is he going to mind you bringing me? I’d love to meet him, but he might object to you bringing a girl…”
“Why on earth would he mind me bringing a girl? Trust me, the man may be gay, but Luke’s going to love you. Just don’t mention color schemes. He’s obsessed with them.”
With a laugh at the image, Gillian leaned against his shoulder, almost looking forward to meeting his friend. Twenty minutes later they pulled up in front of a small, green house. A green truck with white writing sat in the driveway next to a motorcycle.
Lights blazed across the manicured lawn. Solar lights lit the walkway to the front door. Jack turned the truck off just as the front door opened. Gillian gasped in surprise. The man standing in the doorway had to be six feet tall. Short blond hair curled over his forehead.
He waved at them from the porch. “Well, looks like we’ve been spotted. I told him it was going to be a short visit. He’s dying to meet the woman who’s got me tied in knots.” Jack held his hand out and then pulled Gillian from the driver’s side. Fingers locked, they strolled up the walkway.
“Jack, how’s it going? I didn’t think you were going to stop by.” Deep, rich, his voice rolled across the evening air.
“I told you I would.” Jack chuckled. “One drink. Gillian and I have plans for the evening and sitting around here drinking your beer ain’t going to feed her.”
“Well, hell.” Luke pouted. “Drink and run. Goodness. This must be Gillian.” He looked her up and down. “I’m Luke, by the way.”
“Gillian.”
“Nice to meet you. So would you like a beer? Or tea?”
“Um, coffee, if you have it.”
“I sure have. Come on in. Are you hungry, I can certainly throw something on for you?”
“Oh no, I wouldn’t want to—”
“Luke.” Jack smacked him on the arm, a brow raised. “We’re not here to eat.”
“Now, Jack. I’m not going to let your girlfriend faint due to starvation.” Luke tucked his hand through her arm and tugged. Leaving Jack behind them, Luke all but dragged her into the kitchen.
“Have a seat.” Luke ushered her into a chair and pulled out three cups. “So Jack tells me you’re into dinosaurs.”
“Among other things. I’ve got some time left on my degree, unless I go for my doctorate. I’d have more if I was in a classroom, but since I’ve already done all the class work I’m on my practicum.”
“They do that?”
“Only when the student can recite the entire list of books word for word.” Gillian smiled. “My dad used to teach at the university, so the Dean was willing to allow me a bit of leeway.”
“What else are you studying?”
“I haven’t decided. I teach history already, and I’m not much into learning something I don’t like. Might take on English Literature.”
“She developed a program to teach kids about history and dinosaurs.” Jack pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Gillian’s pretty incredible.”
Her cheeks burning at his praise, she ducked her head. It wasn’t amazing, she wasn’t remarkable, and pretty soon Jack would realize the truth in that. “It was just a simple program, nothing to write home about.”
“Still, you organized it and the school is using it.” Jack gave her a soft hug. “So, you mentioned something about a beer, Luke?”
Grateful for the change in topic, Gillian studied the counter, her fingers wrapping around the coffee mug. She sat in silen
ce, thoughts a tangled jumble of emotions going in every direction. Half listening to the conversation between Jack and Luke, she watched them with a smile. The open, happy grin on Jack’s face as he lounged in his chair warmed her heart. She shivered with each brush of his fingers on the back of her hand, the slow sweep of them up her arm. Easing closer, she bit back a sigh at the tingle skipping across her flesh. Her breath caught when he wrapped her in a hug, his fingers tucked beneath the curve of one breast, his thumb making a lazy sweep of the globe. Each movement echoed in the coil of arousal in the pit of her stomach that settled between her legs. She crossed her legs and adjusted herself in the chair, her thighs pressing close together to rub against her throbbing clit.
“So when are you headed back up to the tower?”
“In a week.” Luke leaned against the counter, his ankles crossed. “Wish it were the end of the season already.”
“Trouble?” Jack lifted his beer to his lips and took a slow sip.
“Not the kind you mean.” Luke rubbed a hand down his jaw, his nails scratching at the short stubble. “My new partner is a dish, and I’m finding myself more and more attracted to him. I told you about Sean, didn’t I?”
“That’s good, isn’t it?” Gillian glanced between the two men. “I mean you’re getting over your break-up. He must be a nice…”
Luke shot Jack a glance, a frown plucking on his brow before he shrugged. “A two-by-four has nothing on this guy.” Luke pouted. “Straighter than straight. Makes for a very uncomfortable situation. I, uh … I think he caught me in the shower.”
“It was bound to happen. What did he say?” Jack tensed, a low burning anger filling his eyes.
Gillian eased a few inches away from Jack at the tightening of his muscles, the drop in his voice. What would cause the anger in his eyes? Surely nothing she’d…
“Nothing.” Luke shook his head. “See, this is what’s weird. He comes from a very strict background. He was raised that homosexuality was bad, but Sean doesn’t seem to hold that against me. He’s great. He’s got a great laugh, is funny, smart, knows more about birds than ten people, everything I could want. Except for the not being gay part. I hope he didn’t actually see me in the shower.”