Jack Addison vs. a Whole World of Hot Trouble - The Complete Series

by K. A. Merikan

Lauro slid his fingers down Jack’s chest and all the way into his underwear. When he gripped Jack’s cock, the smooth sensation of his touch had Jack seeing stars.

  “Have you done this before? I don’t want to scare you,” Jack whispered, even though the firm grip on his dick spoke of experience. Still, it felt like asking was the right thing, even if he had his entire hand inside Lauro by now, and the slit expanded slightly when he started rubbing the merman cock.

  “Sailors have always been my vice.” Lauro stroked Jack’s cock in a lazy manner. He gently slapped Jack’s thigh with his fin, triggering a pleasant rush in Jack as the prickle left by the strike receded.

  Jack smirked. “So that’s why the mermaids don’t want you around. You’re stealing the men,” he said, gently slipping his hand out of the slit. His cock was as hard as the rocks around them, and he knew that for the duration of his time with Lauro, Calix would no longer be on his mind.

  Maybe destiny had brought him to the rebound he needed.

  Lauro giggled, tossing his red hair in the water. He was a most charming creature, and Jack leaned down to kiss his blue nipple.

  “Might just be the case, Jack.”

  His words were so melodic even this simple conversation felt like a duet, and Jack found himself firmly on top, cock in hand and nudging the hidden entrance to that tight, wonderful hole. “Well, they won’t get me. That’s for sure,” he uttered, rubbing against the scales until it felt like they existed only for adding pleasure.

  The slippery hole opened up, and heat surged through him when his dick rubbed against Lauro’s inside the pouch. The merman arched his tail, parting Jack’s legs and pulling him closer.

  “No, only mine,” Lauro whimpered, hugging Jack tightly and rocking against him like a wave.

  He was stunning, but what really mattered was that he made Jack feel welcome in his arms. When Jack’s dick was in almost entirely, their mouths met in a breath-taking kiss that pulled Jack’s mind into a spin through the memories of all the lovers he’d had, only to land him back on top of the sweetest and most understanding of them all. He grabbed the back of Lauro’s neck and glanced into his eyes, slowly dragging his cock in and out of the tight slit. The connection was unmistakable. Without words, Lauro was right there with him.

  When they were together, everything else melted away like a bad dream.

  The little moans Lauro let out were music of their own, and Jack licked them off the pearly lips. Water splashed around them with each of Jack’s thrusts, echoing off the surrounding walls. Jack could think of nothing but the gorgeous face contorting in ecstasy, and his own cock pounding into a hot mouth where it got to rub against another dick.

  It was perfection, and as they moved together in the water, creating waves that spread throughout the pool, time stood still until Lauro’s claws gently scraped his back, and he came inside the pouch, imagining his partner’s cock covered in his cum.

  “Oh, Jack…” Lauro whimpered. “Your seed is so hot.”

  Jack trailed fervent kisses along Lauro’s jaw line, and as the cum slowly drizzled out of the hole and over his balls, he whispered into the beauty’s ear, “Will you show me your dick?”

  He was spent, but the temptation was too great. He slid off Lauro, only to see a tentacle-like appendage emerge from the slit, pushing out yet more of Jack’s spunk.

  Lauro bit on his knuckle, looking shy with the blush on his cheeks. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve had a man pleasure me, Jack.”

  Jack frowned, trying to focus on the beautiful face and not on the hard, unusual cock covered by his own release. “Well, that’s just a crime. You deserve to be pleasured. It should be an exchange, don’t you think?” he whispered before finally taking in the gloriously indecent sight in front of him. The pink, smooth cock stood out from the background of scales, and Jack closed his lips around the narrow tip.

  “Yes, yes, an exchange!” Lauro gasped, rubbing the bottom of his tail against Jack’s hip and rocking his cock deeper into Jack’s mouth. It was so smooth, the skin felt like the most untouched flesh on the inside of Jack’s mouth, and as it moved, the musky, salty flavor of Jack’s cum spread down his tongue, mixed with a hint of a seaweedy aroma. He would have laughed over that taste if he wasn’t throat-deep full of merman cock.

  Lauro’s fin flapped about wildly, splashing warm water over them time and time again, but then he moaned, rocking his hips a few more times, and as his cum filled Jack’s lips, he went limp in Jack’s embrace.

  The island became silent, disturbed only by their gasps for air.

  Jack gave Lauro’s cock a few gentle suckles before letting it out of his mouth and lying alongside him, one leg resting on top of the tail. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so at peace, but in the safety of the pool, in the arms of the sweet, pliant creature and with taste of cum on his tongue, he felt free.

  “Thank you.”

  Lauro giggled and poked Jack’s pec. “Silly. It was my pleasure.”

  It was as if connecting with Lauro, talking to him, loving him this one time, pulled all the pain of the breakup out of Jack’s heart. He didn’t know if it was catharsis, or some merman magic, but he was glad for it.

  “Jack? Can you hear that?” Lauro whispered and clutched Jack’s shoulder.

  At first Jack wanted to say ‘no’, but he spotted the commotion in the water and swallowed.

  Chapter 4

  Jack shot to his feet despite the postcoital tiredness dragging him down. His top was a ball of fabric in the sand, so he quickly tucked his cock into his underpants and reached back to grab the Gouger.

  Only the sword wasn’t there, because he wasn’t an idiot who went swimming with a sword.

  Fuck.

  Fucking hell!

  A head emerged from the waves, then another, and many more behind it. He recognized the mermaids in an instant. Hissing, their eyes glinting with anger, they looked nothing like the beauties of legends. Perhaps he saw them differently than straight men? When the water became too shallow for them to swim in, they crawled toward the beach, so Jack did the first thing that came to his mind.

  He grabbed the terrified Lauro into his arms and backed away to give himself time to think.

  “Hang on!” he yelled, running as far away from the shore as possible, all the way to where rocks formed a shelf broad enough to accommodate Lauro’s tail. “Don’t come any closer,” he called out, as soon as he put his lover down.

  Lauro curled up his tail, already a shivering mess.

  “Move aside, these are merfolk matters,” growled the mermaid at the front with hair like seaweed, and black eyes.

  Jack offered Lauro a brief nod. Now that his lust had been satisfied, the stunning face appeared different. The angular lines of his face were almost too sharp, reminiscent of a predator, but that changed nothing about Jack’s mission, or the time they’d spent together. With conviction forming invisible armor on his wet body, Jack approached the crawling mermaids, whose muscular tails pushed sand around, leaving behind deep lines that expressed their anger.

  “It is not. I am a venator, here on behalf of the law, I command you to stop right now.”

  Technically, he was more of a mercenary than an officer of law, but he doubted the underwater creatures spent enough time with humans to know the difference.

  A few growls came from the water, but the mermaid at the front stopped inching his way. “We are beyond human jurisdiction…”

  She’d caught the bait, so he quickly continued, stepping closer. “No, you’re not. The water belongs to you, but this island is Italian, as is the vessel over there.” He pointed to where his boat was anchored beyond the rocks. “Lauro has been granted asylum by Italy, and you have no right to interfere!” And to make all he said even more believable, he added, “Paragraph XB 29.6”

  No such paragraph existed, but he’d found out long ago that introducing rows of letters and numbers into one’s argument helped the cause, whether one was lyin
g or not.

  The mermaid hissed, showing off strangely sharp teeth, and slapped her reddish tail hard against the sand. “He still owes us flesh”

  “Flesssh,” the other women repeated through their teeth in a way that made Jack’s balls pull closer to his body.

  “He no longer owes you anything. If you don’t comply, we will be forced to strip you of this secured reserve. You’d have to move, perhaps somewhere where you won’t have the chance to encounter any fishing boats.”

  The mermaid huffed and clawed her fingers through the sand. “You leave tonight. And if he ever comes near these waters again, we will rip his scales off one by one!”

  A threat like this still meant that they would let him pass. Or so Jack hoped.

  The mermaids inched back, their heads disappearing under the water.

  Lauro was still scared, but once he was back in Jack’s arms, his worries dissipated, though he still feared to leave the little island despite it being necessary. Jack went first, to make sure the mermaids stayed away, and while they continued hissing at them from a distance, they did not interfere when Jack and Lauro climbed into the boat.

  So that had been an adventure.

  Lauro watched him with shiny green eyes, and Jack smiled back at him. He was always proud of a job well done, but somehow saving the merman or Calix’s brother felt more fulfilling than bringing another trophy head to the home he shared with Drake in London.

  As Jack rowed, he told Lauro more about JUSTICE and Roux, who’d arranged everything in the first place. Jack had almost told the merman about Roux’s fear of deep water, but then remembered it was a secret and bit his tongue. Once he was done talking, Lauro sang for him again, and there was no sorrow in the melody this time.

  That late at night, the pier was empty, so they could easily make their approach. Roux’s silhouette was obvious because of the tail. He walked up and down the pier, looking out toward the boat, and waved from afar as soon as he spotted them.

  Jack smiled and waved back. “That’s Roux Chat-Bonnes. Make sure to thank him, and if anyone asks you, he was the one who saved you,” he said, rowing with even more vigor. There, he was a hero. Someone worth being friends with, even to a standoffish chat.

  Lauro smiled, much more at ease now that they’d left the merfolk waters. “I shall thank him in song!” He opened his mouth to sing, and the wordless melody conveyed so much emotion Jack sighed in awe.

  Roux’s shoulders fell, and he scooted at the edge of the pier like a curious cat. Jack’s lips stretched, because he knew exactly how his fellow venator felt. “Throw us the rope!” he called out, when they were just meters away.

  Roux looked up at Jack with dazed eyes. The oil lamp next to his feet gave his fur a golden glow, and his ears perked up. “Huh?”

  Jack’s heart beat faster when Lauro extended his hand toward Roux, who patted it in a catlike gesture, as if Jack hadn’t just asked him for help. And if a merman could put Roux under his spell the way he had Jack, it could only mean one thing.

  Jack licked his lips watching Roux succumb to the smiling merman’s charm. But moments later, Roux’s head snapped up, and he let go of Lauro’s hand. “Yes. Rope.”

  It didn’t take long for them to tie the boat once Lauro’s song ended, and Jack carefully lifted him onto the wooden pier. In the warm light of the oil lamp, Roux’s pupils were huge whenever he glanced at the merman. Jack joined them on the polished planks and touched Lauro’s hip. “Safe and sound. What now, Roux?”

  Roux pointed to the town. “There’s a carriage waiting to take us to the inn.” He started walking, but then tripped when he looked over his shoulder.

  Lauro sent him a kiss, but the moment Roux averted his eyes, Jack gave the tail a gentle pinch. “There are many others for you to seduce. Not him,” he said in the quietest whisper. He could see Roux was embarrassed enough already.

  Also, if he was here, he wanted Roux to appreciate him, not the merman he’d just met.

  Lauro giggled and wrapped his slender arms tighter around Jack’s neck. “I cannot wait.”

  About the time when Lauro was becoming a bit heavy in Jack’s arms, the carriage emerged in the glow of the lantern Roux guided them with. Jack wondered how heavy Roux was. The fluidity of his movements made Jack assume he didn’t weigh much, but then again, Roux had been ferocious and hard to beat during their fight.

  He would just have to find out some time.

  What Jack didn’t expect was that the creature who jumped down from the wagon bench would also be a chat. Much taller than Roux, with black fur, a leather vest and a pair of harem pants, he made a completely different impression on Jack than the nervous Roux. As if to add to his roguish charm, he was missing half an ear, and had long canines that touched his bottom lip when he smiled.

  “Finally! I thought it all went to shit,” he said, and assessed them before opening the carriage door.

  “Not at all. In fact, it went quite well,” Roux said, and it didn’t escape Jack’s attention that he tensed.

  “Roux destroyed those mermaids, am I right?” Jack asked, winking at Lauro with the eye the carriage driver couldn’t see.

  “He was so fierce out there,” Lauro added.

  Roux’s ears lowered. “It was teamwork,” he said softly. “Jack made it work.”

  Jack stilled, for a moment staring back into the beautiful eyes. “I was just assisting you. I don’t need any credit for what I did,” he said, eventually approaching the opened door of the carriage and gently depositing Lauro inside. The merman struggled out of the water, but put on a brave face about it, and was glad to see a large wooden basin filled with water waiting for him.

  “Either way, good job, you two. Can’t wait to get to the inn and warm my bones. I’m Antoine.” The chat held his paw out to Jack, and when they touched, Jack couldn’t stop comparing him to Roux. Antoine’s fingers were longer, more slender, while Roux’s much shorter and cuter. Jack had seen other chats before, but hadn’t had much opportunity for interaction.

  “Jack. It’s good to know Roux had someone helping him with this... initiative,” he said, unsure what to do now that the job was complete. It seemed Roux and Antoine would be the ones to take Lauro to his new home, but where did that leave him?

  Antoine snorted. “He smelled so nice, I couldn’t help but give him a discount.” As if to add offence to injury, he rubbed his paw over Roux’s ruffling his hair.

  Roux huffed and pushed it away, but Antoine just laughed and returned to his seat.

  Jack stuffed his hands down his pockets and reluctantly met Roux’s gaze. “It was a good job. I’m glad you contacted me.”

  “You’re the one who offered their time.” Roux looked around, scratched his ear, but finally met Jack’s gaze. “If you’re not too busy, maybe you would like to come with us? Meet some of the others? It could be an opportunity to make valuable connections. You know, for work.”

  When Jack stared into those wide chat eyes, he knew there was only one connection he wanted to make tonight.

  “No. No, I was supposed to go on vacation with Calix, but that’s not happening. I’m available,” he said, taking that one step closer to Roux’s feet.

  Roux smiled and when he urged Jack into the carriage, their hands touched for the briefest of moments.

  Chapter 5

  “What are you doing so far away from home, Antoine?” Jack asked, wanting to somehow rope the driver into conversation. After all, he was an outsider here, and the journey to the inn might take a while.

  The black chat glanced over his shoulder. “I’ve got eleven kids to support, and they’re all under fifteen. Not much work prospects out there in Bonnes, right Roux?”

  How well do these two know each other?

  Roux groaned, watching the sea to their right. “The scenery is nice.”

  Eleven? Eleven? Jack kept his shock to himself and went the polite route. After all, the past years had taught him that many problems between species could be avoide
d if everyone remained civil. “That must be tough on Mrs. Antoine. Taking care of them all.”

  Antoine waved his paw dismissively. “Nah, they roam around a lot. It’s what’s nice about the countryside.”

  Jack laughed. “I wish I could have roamed around at that age. What about you, Roux?”

  Roux made little whimper. “I was busy studying.”

  Antoine snorted. “Studying the local studs.”

  “I refuse to acknowledge that accusation!”

  “Just calling a spade a spade. Can’t fake the way you smell.”

  Jack looked between the two chats, his head still ringing with the bit about studying studs. That sounded just like him. “What’s wrong with the way he smells?”

  Roux hissed. “Nothing.”

  “Oui, nothing is exactly wrong with it. It’s more that… at certain times of the year, he smells like a girl.”

  “Antoine, shut your face, or I will throw you off there and drive this carriage myself! I was eager to leave Bonnes because of chats like you.”

  Jack wanted to chip in, because Roux was clearly upset by the notion. Jack guessed he’d be too if someone accused him of using floral perfumes. “That’s right, he smells nothing like a girl. He has this clean scent to his fur!”

  Roux’s head whipped right back to Jack with his lips parted, but Antoine kept talking.

  “You’re human, you wouldn’t know. But as far as I recall, Roux left Bonnes because he was the twentieth kid in his family, and his brothers aren’t exactly doing much to help out. Hasn’t your sister had three more babies this past summer?”

  Jack was embarrassed. For himself, for Antoine, and most of all for Roux. He’d prided himself on representing the best in chats, and now here they were, talking about how his family was a chat stereotype.

  “Oh, you have nephews? Congratulations,” he said, gently nudging Roux with his elbow.

  Roux sighed deeply, and his ears lowered. “Thank you. I’m planning to visit them next year.”

  Antoine seemed to be enjoying the torment too much to stop. “By then you might have more, because Jeanne had her first heat a few months back. Then again, I’ve heard she’s made some human friends, so you might be safe.”