He'd just returned from ten days away on what he’d deemed "business". "You missed my pussy," I responded softly, smiling with pleasure when his hand began to roam my body.
"Not going to lie," he growled, nibbling my neck. "You have the tightest, wettest, hottest, little pussy, and it was made for my dick. I want to fuck you every morning." He pulled me onto my back and kissed my shoulder. "I want to fuck you every afternoon." He kissed his way down to a quivering breast. "I want to fuck you every night." I arched my hips off the bed when he closed his mouth around my nipple.
"Jace!" I whimpered mindlessly. He'd always been able to take me from zero to a hundred within seconds. I began to squirm as if he was already fucking me. "Love me!" I encouraged, running my hands over his hard sculptured torso.
"Always, baby," he growled, kissing his way down my belly to the top of my pelvic bone. I released a heavy sigh when I felt his warm breath against my skin. His hands were caressing my breasts, and he was teasing me down below with light touches of his lips and tongue. I held my breath when his nose began to burrow beneath the hood that protected my clit until he reached the hard sensitive nub.
When he closed his mouth over my clit I was lost, arching off the bed, my hands clenched tightly into the covers beneath me. He sucked hard, driving me wild, and then moved on to sweep his tongue the length of my labia. I quivered, catching my breath, feeling my orgasm rising rapidly. I clenched my hands into Jace's long hair, grinding my pussy against his wet, hot mouth.
"Give it up, baby," he murmured in between licks and sucks.
"Too soon!" I gasped. I could go for hours with his mouth on me, it felt that good, but Jace knew all my secrets. He knew exactly where to touch me, how much pressure to apply, how to make me hold off or explode. He'd mastered my body completely, and he took evil delight in torturing me.
"I'm hungry for your cream," he grumbled, before sticking his tongue inside me and fucking me senseless.
I screamed and bucked beneath him wildly when my orgasm hit. Jace didn't let up with the thrusting of his tongue, not even when my movements slowed in an effort to come down from the exquisite pleasure coursing through me. When he seemed satisfied, he kissed his way back up my body, lingering in places that caused me to suck in my breath. He lavished my breasts with just the right amount of roughness to keep me teetering on the edge of coming again.
"Fuck, I missed the taste of your sweet cunt," he rasped, before covering my mouth with his. I tasted myself on his lips but didn't mind, it kept me turned on. He kissed me like a man who was starved for nourishment, sucking and nibbling on my lips as if he couldn’t get enough. Our tongues were twisting and thrusting together, tasting the passion burning deep in our cores.
"I missed you too, Jace. Fuck me hard," I begged, tugging on his bottom lip. I could feel his hot, throbbing cock between my legs, and wanted it inside me. "Claim your woman." I knew those words did something wild to him, and I braced myself to be impaled.
Growling low, his hand moved between us. He lined his cock up to my entrance and thrust forward, bottoming out in one hard plunge. The pleasure of being filled by him far outweighed the mild sting of his entry. I parted my thighs in an effort to draw him inside me even more, relishing in his grunt as I clenched down on him at the same time. His hands went to my hips as he began to ride me fast and hard.
"You want it rough, baby?"
"You know I do!" I rushed out, wrapping my legs around his waist. I knew that this first time was going to end quickly for Jace. I also knew there would be a second and third time where he would make it last for hours.
There were times when we fucked, and there were times when we made love. Either way, sex with Jace was ecstatically earth-shattering, leaving us sweaty and satiated, and closer than ever. As he rocked my body, I clenched down on his cock as hard as I could. His thighs quivered, his breathing turned choppy, and I could tell that he was getting ready to blow. I grasped the cheeks of his ass and squeezed, and with a wicked little grin I searched for and found the tight pucker of his anus. Just when I felt his cock swell even more inside of me, I slid my finger past the tight ring of muscle and buried it inside his rectum.
"Fuck!" he roared loudly, arching the top half of his body away from mine, which caused his loins to grind against mine. "Fuck, babe!" His loss of control thrilled me. Rope after rope of hot cum splashed against my cervix, filling my pussy with Jace's seed. .
I quivered a little with the mini orgasm I always experienced when I knew that his cum was inside me. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I liked knowing that his seed was there, deep, leaving his scent on me. Sometimes I would masturbate using his semen as a lubricant while Jace watched. That usually led to us fucking again.
Jace relaxed against me, and I removed my finger from his ass. His groan caused me to smile. "Now that's how a man claims his woman," I sighed happily. "Filling her pussy with his cum."
"Fuck that turns me hard when you say that shit."
"Are you complaining?" I teased.
"Hell, no. I'm the luckiest man in the world." His body was over mine, but I could tell that he wasn't resting his full weight against me. We were still connected below. "I love you, babe."
"I love you, too." We didn't say the words often, but we expressed it to each other all the time.
"Are you all packed for camp?"
I giggled. "I was packed a week ago." It was the truth. I was eager to see all of our old friends, especially Casey.
We were going to Lake George for a couple of weeks. I couldn't wait to see Casey and the other old ladies of the Wreckers. A lot had changed in the year since we'd been gone, and all of it good. Casey and Jim had a little boy now, Henry. I hadn't been able to go when he’d been born because, well, I was busy giving birth to my own little boy, Mason. Both boys were two months old.
Marie and Reaper were about to welcome their first child, also a boy, into the world any day now. Bee and Wolfman had added a baby girl to their little family by adopting Bee's younger sister's baby. Rosa was early in her pregnancy and not even showing yet, and Puck had an old lady now, some little librarian he'd met when a new book store had opened up in the village.
Fury, thank God, had survived, but it had been touch and go at first. He'd lost forty percent of his blood and had barely been saved by a blood transfusion. Then a life-threatening surgery had been preformed to remove the bullet, which had just missed his heart by two centimeters. An induced coma had followed, and a week in intensive care. I'd refused to leave Lake George until the doctors had assured me that he was out of the woods. Jace, just as worried as I, had been understanding and patient with me. We hadn't left for Florida until a month later.
Arriving in Florida and moving in with my parents while the people renting Jace's house found another place to live had presented a problem that we hadn't anticipated. I hadn't realized how old-fashioned my folks were until they’d placed me and Jace in separate bedrooms, insisting that it would remain that way until we were married. I smiled to myself when I recalled Jace's reaction, because although it hadn't been spoken, it had been clearly implied that there would also be no sex.
We'd tried to abide by that rule for about two weeks, until Jace flew us to the Bahamas for a quickie wedding and a weekend of hot, no-holds-barred sex. My parents had been a little skeptical when we'd returned home, but they hadn't been able to question the legal marriage certificate that Jace had presented to them. Jace had promptly moved into my bedroom.
My man had a healthy sexual appetite, and it had only grown stronger in our time together. I had a feeling that we would be filling the five bedrooms in our old nineteen twenties farm house with babies, which was fine by me. And speaking of babies, the baby monitor next to our bed revealed that Mason was beginning to stir in his room.
"I hear our little rug rat," Jace murmured with a twinge of excitement in his voice. "I'll get him."
I knew that he was eager to see his son. He'd returned home late the night before, and well
after Mason had been put down for the night. I immediately felt the loss when Jace lifted off my body, and watched his naked backside as he sauntered out of the room. My heart swelled as I listened to Jace's soft words to his son, and the cooing that Mason did in response. The love was evident in Jace's tone. Five minutes later, he returned to our bedroom with Mason wrapped up in his blanket.
"I changed him, babe."
I’d known that he would. I arranged myself at the head of the bed and held my arms out to collect my son. "He's going to be hungry," I said. As soon as Jace put Mason into my arms, I brought him to my nipple and he latched on greedily. I smiled down at him, still amazed that our love had produced such a perfect little human. He was a mixture of both of us, with my blonde hair and amber eyes, and Jace’s strong, stubborn features.
Jace sat down on the edge of the bed, facing us. "He's a hungry little devil," he commented in response to the slurping noises that were coming from Mason.
I met his eyes. "He should be. He sleeps the night through now."
"He's a good boy."
"He's two months old. Wait until he's walking and getting into everything," I warned lightly.
"I can't wait."
I stared at Jace with amazement because he'd meant what he'd said, and I could see it in his eyes. He adored his son, and spent as much time with him as he could when he was home. It was easy to visualize him running after an older Mason, scolding him while laughing at the same time. He leaned forward and kissed Mason on the head, causing my heart to swell with the love that I felt for this man. Shortly after, his mouth captured mine in a soft, tender kiss.
"What was that for?" I questioned softly.
"Thank you. For forgiving me and giving me another chance." He paused, our eyes locked together. "For making me a better man."
He'd said that once before. I wasn't exactly sure what he'd meant by it, he'd always been a good man in my eyes. Sure, he'd been an asshole some of the time, a hot head, and dangerous. But he'd also been a caring, loving man who I knew would do whatever it took to protect the people he loved. He'd shown me that many times over.
I loved all aspects of Jace, even when he made me angry.
I'd made him a better man?
If only he knew what he'd done for me. What he'd given me. How he made me feel.
I intended to spend the rest of my life showing him that he was the air I breathed.
The End
Thank you for reading DANGEROUS, I hope you enjoyed Jace and Luna's story. Keep reading for a sneak peek of FURIOUS, book 3 in the Nomad Outlaws Trilogy!
Blurb - Moody had had it all once, and had lost it in a heartbeat. Now he goes through life as a cold, heartless nomad. A man to avoid and be afraid of, uncaring that each day could be his last. He gives a fuck about nothing and no one, until an innocent woman appears out of nowhere, unafraid of his fury, challenging his demons, making him want to live again. Is he strong enough to let her into his heart?
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"Did he hurt you?"
He snarled the words at me, causing me to flinch at the rage behind them. I knew what Moody was asking--hurt was a nicer word than rape. We both glanced down at the ground where my ruined panties were lying in a dirty, oil-soaked puddle. The man that he'd pulled off of me was laying face-first against the concrete, moaning low. I was sure that at the very least, his nose was broken.
I shook my head, still trying to make sense of the last five minutes. Moody frightened me more than the man who had tried to rape me, and yet he'd been the one to rescue me.
He let out a harsh sigh, as if the whole situation was a big inconvenience to him. "The words, Bailey, I need the fucking words."
"No, he didn't get that far." I was so freaking embarrassed, and I blamed myself for what had almost happened. I'd come out there willingly with Corey, not realizing that he'd been too drunk to listen to reason until it had been too late. "What would you have done if he had?"
He stood staring at me for a long minute, his jaw clenched tight and his eyes pinned on me like twin lasers. He showed no signs of having just been in a fight. "He wouldn't be getting up from that pavement."
I caught my breath. I believed him. I didn't know Moody well, but I'd heard people talk. They'd said he was a secretive man, who lived alone out in the desert. That he didn't like people and he didn't make friends. They'd said it didn't take much to set him off. That he went through life always seeming to be angry about something.
He was dangerous.
He was unpredictable.
He was someone to stay away from.
The trouble was that I worked at his bar.
Finally, he snapped, "Come on, get on." He mounted his bike.
My jaw dropped, because I was sure that I hadn't heard him right. Why would he want me to get on his bike? I had to admit, though, that the thought of riding behind Moody kind of intrigued me. From the moment that I'd met him there'd been something about him that had fascinated me, apart from his hot, rugged looks.
"Why?" It was the only word that I could manage to get out.
"You came out here for a little sex in a back alley, I'm going to fuck you on my bike."
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Don't forget to check out RUTHLESS, Nomad Outlaws Trilogy Book 1
Blurb - Four years ago Rebel ruined Ginger by claiming her to keep them both alive, and then she disappeared. Bike Week at Daytona Beach brings them back together. He's a dangerous nomad. A ruthless killer. But he's her addiction, and she's his. Can they keep the past where it belongs and move forward, or is it too late?
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I grabbed Ginger by the hand and pulled her out of the room, down the hall and to the bathroom. Her resistance was futile, her fear unimportant. I knew what I had to do, and if she were smart, she'd realize it, too. If she wanted to live. I opened the bathroom door and yanked her inside, thanking fuck that I found it empty. It was filthy, but better than nothing, and it had a shower that everyone used when they felt the need to be clean, which wasn't often.
Ginger spun around when I shut the door, the look of a trapped animal in her pretty blues. I ignored her growing terror, steeling myself for what I had to do. Even behind closed doors I had to make it real, had to be convincing that I was an unfeeling bastard. I saw her swallow, could see her tits rising and falling rapidly as the fear of the unknown overwhelmed her. She was expecting the worst, preparing herself to do whatever she had to do to survive.
"Take off your clothes." I kept my tone harsh, indifferent to her growing panic.
She shook her head vigorously and stepped back, slamming hard against the cracked porcelain sink. A nervous cry escaped her, and her eyes were wild as she took in her surroundings and realized that there was no escape. Her gaze touched on the door behind me before meeting my eyes.
"Please‒"
"Take off your fucking clothes," I said in an uncaring, demanding tone. "You're filthy, and not in a way that gets my dick hard. Now undress." I removed my cut and the t-shirt beneath it. "In fact, I think I'll join you." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head at that. "If you're not undressed by the time I'm out of my clothes, you won't like the consequences." I kicked off my boots as my hands went to the front of my pants.
As I’d expected she would, Ginger's small hands began to unbutton her blouse. Slowly she began to expose enticing, creamy skin to my wandering eyes. I undid my pants. She lowered her gaze to the floor and turned around before reluctantly removing the garment. I let her have her moment of modesty before I looked into the mirror in front of her. Fuck. My dick took notice of her perfect tits and rosy nipples. Hard nipples. Surprising.
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Tory Richards often describes herself as a grandma who likes to read and write smut. Known for her hot erotic romances, she’s also penned erotic paranormals, and contemporary suspense romance. Writing is a hobby
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Originally from Maine, Tory has spent most of her life in Florida. She’s retired from Disney and spends her time between family, friends and writing. Besides writing her likes include: spoiling her grandchildren, traveling, going to the movies, watching Syfy, taking care of her four cats, and naps.
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