He wasn’t close enough to read her expression, couldn’t tell if he was one lucky son of a bitch or a fool headed for heartache. She kept her gaze pinned on his and six strides later—he counted—he reached her. “You’re too late to make me walk the plank, you know.”
Jenny tugged him around until he stepped down two of the granite stairs.
She straightened and looked right over his head. “Darn.” He watched, perplexed, as she kicked off her heels, bringing them eye-to-eye. “I thought it was time we met on the same level.”
Damn straight.
Not waiting for permission, he leaned forward and slid his hands to her waist. “I was disappointed in there. I thought you were prosecuting my case.”
She shrugged. “Conflict of interest.”
That’s what he wanted to hear. “You’re interested in me now?”
“No. Conflicted.”
“Ouch.” He couldn’t help but ogle her chest. The satin bustier beneath his fingertips did marvelous things for her cleavage. Mouth watering at the sight of the luscious, creamy mounds, Brad realized he’d never seen a pair of breasts so tantalizing. His cock twitched. “But I’m glad to hear you’re thinking about something other than spitting in my hand.”
“My face is up here.”
Coughing, he met her eyes again. “Yes, ma’am.”
Without releasing his gaze, Jenny reached between them, touching his rapidly hardening cock. “There’s something else I’ve been thinking about drizzling spit over.”
Oh yes…yes, yes, yes! Growling, he took both stairs and pinned her against the stone pillar and ground his pelvis into hers. His lips found her earlobe, claiming the flesh in a tiny nibble. “So, is it a date?”
“A date? No. I’m interested in finishing what we started the other night.” His little pirate wench brandished a dagger, poking it in his side. “You, Brad Linsey—”
A woman squealed and he spun around. They were being stared at by a fierce-looking matron. Who appeared ready to call 9-1-1. “It’s okay. Just a little Halloween fun.”
The disgruntled woman snapped her phone shut. “Grow up.”
Brad turned to Jenny, directing the plastic weapon away from his waist and hiding it between their bodies. “Care for a wager?”
“Oh?” Her eyebrows lifted.
“I can get that date. Just give me tonight.”
She smiled coolly, stepped back and sheathed the dagger. “Tonight’s all you’re going to get. Don’t expect—”
Damn. It was her boss. Jenny tried to duck, to pull Brad behind the pillar and hide herself but the click-clack of heels told her it was too late.
“Jennifer? This is what you went home sick for? Why I had to take your case?” Denise questioned.
Jenny pushed Brad away, heat rushing to her face. “I—”
With a little laugh, Denise shook her head. “Keep him off the streets and have fun. Oh—and that Sanderson case we were working together? It’s all yours now.”
Smiling broadly, Denise walked away, leaving Jenny standing there openmouthed.
“Hey, beautiful.” Brad dangled a pair of keys in front of her. “You driving?”
Jenny couldn’t contain her grin. Denise was no cupcake in court. She bent down and slipped her heels on. “Lost your license, huh?”
“Still have my boating one.” His arm wrapped around her when she stood, pulling her hip flush with his as they walked down the stairs. “Care to sail the high seas with me? I’ll bring the condoms.”
“What about work?”
He tugged on the ends of her bandana, bringing the side of her head to rest on his upper arm. “Didn’t I tell you? Five minutes ago, Halloween became my favorite holiday. I’m taking the rest of the week off.”
So much for relaxing. Jenny pulled away. “I said we could have tonight. That’s it.”
“I’ll take tonight. For starters.”
“You’re too damn cocky. I told you—”
He stopped walking and shut her up with a kiss. Several heart-stopping seconds later, he released her lips with a loud smack. “My tonight has officially started, wench.” Jack was back. “There’ll be no talkin’ back to yer captain, or I’ll make ye swab the decks.”
“You just like seeing me on my knees.”
Their laughter rang out and Jenny made herself recite, tonight—it’s just for tonight, forty-seven times, then Brad kissed her again and messed up her count.
* * * * *
Two hours later, they set sail. Brad had changed from his suit to jeans and a rock concert T-shirt. She’d never seen him so casual. He’d never looked so good. Damn him.
The wind in her hair, Jenny sat at the rear of the luxury speedboat, watching the dock disappear. A sporting yacht, he’d called it, practically acting like a little boy eager to show off his favorite toy when they’d boarded. She ignored the dull pain radiating up her arm and held on to the rail, her body jerking as the boat pounded waves.
There was no going back now.
Had she made a mistake? Would her heart be broken…or worse, something else?
The questions haunted her. The more determined she was to break free of the hold Carter had on her, the more he squeezed.
Cry mercy!
Even knowing he’d been transferred to Atlanta and didn’t live in the same quadrant of the country, errant thoughts still made her gut clench. She had to remind herself he couldn’t harm her. She had to remind herself she wasn’t at his mercy anymore. She had to remind herself she deserved better.
There was only one thing to do.
Fuck. Fuck until she forgot. Fuck until she was so lost in passion, she had to open up. To feel.
But never to love.
Twenty minutes and more self-analysis than anyone should have to contemplate when they were aboard such a fine boat on such a fine day with such a fine-ass man, Brad cut the engine, leaving them swaying to the bay’s gentle rocking. He dropped anchor then plopped himself in the captain’s chair and swung around to face her. “Come here, Jenny B.”
“You don’t have to ask twice.” Jenny attacked him like a wildcat, like a pirate wench who wanted her sexy devil-man. Her hands wrapped around his neck, tangled in his hair and she kissed him crazy. Kissed him like she was starved.
And she was. For him. For sex.
For a happily-ever-after she’d never get. Her mouth slid over his face, his teeth and lips, taking little nibbles of his chiseled chin and jaw, making her mark on his neck. Desire flickered through her but something deeper burned. Something she had to kill. Destroy.
“Brad,” she whispered in his ear, biting down on the lobe. “Fuck me.”
His rumbled growl vibrated through her. Taking control, he pulled her head back and trailed kisses down her neck.
Her clit begged for his touch. Her heart ached for healing.
Jenny turned around, resting her back against his chest. Brad continued to make love to her neck with his mouth, pushing her hair aside, tugging at the shoulders of her peasant blouse.
“Let’s go below,” he rasped as his tongue explored her collarbone.
Her ex had broken that too. Broken so much of her…
“No.” Breaking free of Brad, she walked forward and unlaced her bodice. “Fuck me here and fuck me now.”
Jenny lifted her skirt and tugged off her fishnet stockings—the only thing separating her pussy from his cock. Kicking the stockings aside, she bent over, displaying her ass to him. “And Brad?”
He came up behind her and his palms framed the rounded globes. “Yes?”
“Fuck me hard.”
Brad resisted the order.
Jenny wanted to turn off the emotion and turn up the heat. But they were more than that. There was a connection between them…sparks that lit when their eyes met, when they laughed together. Confided in each other.
And no matter how much she wanted to ignore that, he wouldn’t allow it.
He wanted—needed—that date. And a hundred more.
After unbuttoning his jeans and kicking them off with jerky motions, he pulled a condom from the pocket and cast the denim aside. Staring at her flushed and swollen mound peeking from beneath her bent ass, he rolled the condom down his cock. He stifled a groan and stepped between her legs.
His penis met her wet cleft and he leaned over her, finding her clit with his fingers, rubbing his length along her pussy, sliding his erection between her thighs. But not entering. Even though it killed him to hold back.
Rising, he pressed his dampened fingers over her butt. God, her ass was so tight. So perfectly round. Amazing.
She grunted and thrashed against him, wiggling that luscious little tush in front of his face. His cock crowed at his good fortune. Brad ran one hand under her blouse, tracing her spine, then he laid his palm flat against her low back and spread his fingers. Damned if they didn’t practically span the entire width. God, she was precious.
He’d like to strangle whoever had hurt her. Like to wring the life from the bastard. But he’d settle for making her forget, making her happy again. Protecting her.
If she’d let him.
Jenny let out a whimper. “Brad, please.”
“Come with me,” he urged, sensing her holding back.
“I would, if you’d just—”
“No, Jenny.” He abandoned her ass and pushed her shirt aside, cupping her freed breasts, tweaking her nipples. “Slow down. Enjoy it. Enjoy me.”
“I’m trying.” Moving her hips, she nudged his cock until it was poised at her entrance. Her body wept for him but he knew she wasn’t desperate for anything but escape.
Brad stilled, his anger growing. “I think you’re trying to get this over with.”
“I’m trying to get off.” Jenny reached between their legs and gripped him. Tried to force him inside.
God, it was a tight fit.
“If you and your stupid, massive cock would just cooperate…” She twitched and lunged against him, ramming his erection into her body. “Ompf. There.”
That did it. Want fucked, did she?
Brad shifted gears and slammed into her, making her lurch forward against the ship’s rail. He fucked her hard and fast, taking her body to the hilt, taking all of her as his fingers gripped her breasts, squeezed and he held on for dear life.
Oh, he’d fuck her. But he was going to make sure she was anything but satisfied.
Moving his hand to her bottom, he pushed his thumb between her ass cheeks, finding her anus. He teased the bud, pressing it gently, riding it, but never entering.
She moaned beneath him. “Brad…”
He circled the puckered ring, flicked it, and drove his hips harder, faster, against her. Thrusting, grinding, taking…but only giving enough to ensure she’d remain unsatisfied, orgasm or not. He had a point to prove.
Lovemaking, even fucking, was meant to be enjoyed. You didn’t just get it over with, like Jenny was trying to do.
And did she want to hurry their date as well? Not if he had a damn thing to say about it.
Her ass twitched against his thumb and he raked his nail over it. Not this time, baby. He plunged his cock inside her pussy once again, causing her whole body to lurch and bounce against him.
“Braaad!” Jenny cried out, a squeal that cascaded into a spiral of pleading and begging. Her entire cunt tightened around his shaft.
He fucked her and fucked her, not slowing until he milked shudders and moans from her. Until she collapsed against the side of the boat, gasping his name.
His cock exploded, filling his condom. For a moment, he stayed buried deep, silent with disappointment. She didn’t move, didn’t speak but her damn cunt kept rippling around him, enticing him to stay.
“Are you happy now?” he asked harshly. “It’s over. You even screamed my name, yet I’m not fulfilled. Not even close.” He eased free from her. “I still want more and I know you do too.”
“No.” She limply rolled over and faced him, her costume in disarray, the bodice hanging from her shoulders, the skirt hiked to her waist. He watched her lick her lips. Lips puffy from their kisses. “I…”
“Deny it all you want but it won’t change the truth,” he told her as confidently as he could when his heart had just sunk to the bottom of the bay. “We could be really good together. Together. If you’re brave enough to try. Are you?”
Jenny listened to Brad’s footsteps as he disappeared into the cabin below. Releasing her pirate skirt, she stared at the setting sun and let out a pain-filled howl. Her body ached, pulsed with a need that no hard fuck could satisfy.
There was only one way to appease the desperation burning in her. She had to give him a chance. A real one.
After four turns around the deck—which took all of eighty seconds—Jenny gathered sufficient courage to duck into the cabin where her future, at least part of it, awaited. She descended the few stairs and entered the galley.
Wow. She’d known he was loaded but this had to be Webster’s definition of magnificence.
At the far end, she saw a queen-sized bed. Properly made with a black and tan striped comforter and matching pillows, it stood on an elevated platform. Waiting…
Her body felt empty, her heart more so. He’d been right about that.
Brad hadn’t heard her. Towel wrapped around his waist, head resting in his hands, he was hunched on the leather sofa lining one wall, his arms propped on the polished table.
Jenny’s eyes searched the small kitchen, noting a rack of wine bottles and a secured tray with several decanters and glasses. But though frustrated with her, Brad hadn’t grabbed a drink. Not like Carter would have.
When was she going to stop comparing? Stop expecting every man to be such a bastard?
From the moment Brad approached her drinking a Shirley Temple, Jenny had instinctively known she could trust him not to harm her. Add to that his adorably atrocious pirate accent and the maturity he’d shown facing his past mistakes…
What choice did she have?
Steeling herself, Jenny walked barefoot over to him. Her fingers brushed the back of his neck and he looked up. Curiosity sparked in his eyes. Indigo. They were deep again. Deep and concerned. For her.
About them.
Jenny said nothing, she didn’t have to. She wrapped her hand around his nape and tilted his head for her kiss.
He remained passive at first but she kept on. Determined. Then she realized what she owed him—the same thing he’d given her on the Tarletons’ driveway. Honesty. Humility.
She spoke against his mouth. “Brad? I’m sorry. You were right.” His arms tightened around her. She was on the right track. “I’m…scared. Was scared. I don’t know, still scared—”
“So we go slow.” She knew he meant more than the present moment. “Starting now?”
Nodding, Jenny tugged his towel aside. His erect penis looked red and angry. Unsatisfied. The way her pussy felt—empty without him.
It was time to let him in.
Her heart cracked, just a little, making way. “Got another condom, sailor?”
He smiled. “Behind you.”
She took care of business and straddled him, consciously relaxing her vaginal muscles and inviting his cock into her body. One fluid motion. Until he was there…inside her. And still she lowered herself, staring into his eyes the entire time—every fraction of the way until she’d done it. Allowed him completely into her.
Oh God. She was frightened. Emotionally raw.
But Brad was there with her, his hands tracing over her body, worshiping her. He explored every inch of her skin, his fingers diving between her legs. Measuring their strokes. Teasing her bottom. Smiling his encouragement.
His feathery, adoring touch was everywhere, dispensing with her bodice, pulling her blouse over her head. His mouth claimed her nipple, suckling, licking the hard bud. Lifting her, he managed his way onto his knees and laid her on the table before him.
Jenny closed her eyes and gave herself up to him. His every thrust push
ed her to the edge, to a place she’d never known before. A place where she was comfortable, hopeful…brand new. A place where trust was born.
He took love bites of her ear, murmuring. “Our wager. Have I won our date yet?”
“Yes,” she answered with assurance, luxuriating in every slow, methodical stroke of his penis, his tongue. “But, Brad, you should know I’m not ready to fall in love again.”
“Can you fall in like? Or lust? I’ll settle for you falling in lust.”
Oh yes. She already was. She smiled to herself, on the brink of another orgasm. “I don’t think either of those present a problem.”
“Then we’ll start there. We’ll work our way up.” He moaned, grinding deeply into her. “Okay?”
“Umm…how far up?” She was already flying…soaring higher and higher on the wings of an explosion.
“Ready?” Brad increased his tempo, plunging harder.
Rocking against him, her pussy shuddering and convulsing, she pushed herself further, rode out the climax, enjoying it for all it was worth.
He did the same. And it was so different from before. Better. More satisfying. More than just a quick fuck that got her off, it was something that touched her heart.
“God yes!” He groaned, climaxing, then stayed in her, his breathing heavy. He brushed her sweat-dampened hair from her face. “Next stop—you falling in respect. How’s that?”
Jenny’s body hugged his. “Falling into lust, falling in respect. I seem to be doing an awful lot of falling. Sounds dangerous.”
He planted a loving kiss to her forehead. “Not when I’m here to catch you.”
About the Authors
Slip between the sheets with Alyssa Brooks, erotic romance author...
Author of fun, flirty, and contemporary erotic romance and erotica, Alyssa Brooks currently writes for several publishers, including Ellora’s Cave. She resides in Amish country, Pennsylvania, with her husband and daughter in a quaint farmhouse. When not writing and caring for her family, her days are filled with gardening and hiking. She also collects wind chimes, porcelain dolls, and snow globes.
Alyssa also publishes a free monthly ezine, Wicked Escapes, for fans of erotic romance. Chock full of free reads, columns, excerpts, and contests; fans can find this ezine at www.wickedescapesezine.com.
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