Endangered Hearts

by Jolie Cain

  "I'm sure.” She smiled and held out her hands.

  He wrapped the rope around her wrists and tied, pulling it tight enough so that she could not get loose. Then he eased her arms above her head and knotted the dangling lengths around the rails of the iron headboard. When he sat back and looked at her, his eyes blazed. “God, you look gorgeous. All spread out before me like a delicious buffet."

  Next, he picked up a black cloth. “Can I blindfold you, too, Abby? It'll make everything much more intense.” His blue eyes held hers. “When you can't see what I'm doing, your other senses become enhanced."

  Abby nibbled at her bottom lip for a moment, just a twinge of uncertainty filling her. But then she looked at Jack. She knew that he wouldn't hurt her. After a moment she said, “Okay, Jack. Go ahead."

  He bent over her and covered her eyes with the cloth, lifting her to tie it around the back of her head. He sat back and studied her. “There. Can you see anything?"

  Abby shook her head, quite stimulated from the position she now found herself in, tied up and blindfolded in her lover's bed. She could feel his hip brushing hers and hear the soft sound of his breathing. The scent of his aftershave filled her nostrils.

  * * * *

  Jack stared down at Abby's prone body, unbelievably aroused by the sight of her bound and helpless in his bed. Her breathing was coming in short gasps from between her parted lips, and her breasts rose and fell in concert. Rosy nipples pouted up at him in aroused anticipation of his touch. As his eyes moved down her body, her tiny waist with its sweetly indented navel caught his attention. He wanted to see his ring pierced through that spot. His eyes lit with a gleam. He'd have to see about getting Abby one. Thinking of her with that badge of his ownership on her body heightened his hunger. Her legs were slightly parted, and he could see the wetness on her cunt, already preparing itself for the penetration of his cock, the cock that right now strained almost painfully against his jeans.

  "Jack?"

  "Shh, baby, I'm here. Just admiring the view."

  "I want you to touch me,” the words came out in a whispered plea.

  "I will angel. But the anticipation is half the fun. Be patient."

  Deciding to keep her in suspense just a few moments longer, Jack let his eyes trace back up her body to the bound hands stretched above her head. A tenderness and longing filled him. God, he loved her so. And she loved him, too. That was clear to him now. He just had to get her to say the words, to admit her feelings. He knew it was not in Abby's nature to allow a man to do to her the things she was allowing, giving up all control, unless she loved him.

  At last, he bent down, licked one straining nipple, and then blew across it, watching the point tighten, before taking it into the hot warmth of his mouth. Abby gasped and her hips arched up off the bed at the unexpected touch. With nothing more than his lips, tongue, and teeth, he worked over her nipple with the passion of an artist for his masterpiece. Tugging, sucking, and rolling the peak between his lips, he soon had Abby writhing on the bed and trying to push more of her breast into his mouth. Then he transferred his attention to her other nipple and bestow on it the same treatment. Her pleas and moans filled the room.

  Moving his mouth lower, he paused at her navel to give it a sharp stinging little bite in just the spot he had promised himself she would one day wear his gift. Abby cried out when he nipped the sensitive skin of her belly. Then Jack was moving again, nibbling his way down to where he most longed to be. Using his hands, he pushed Abby's legs wide apart and back, opening her completely to his hot stare. Her cunt was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, pink and glistening with arousal. Delicate red-gold curls barely concealed her outer lips from his sight, and he reached up with his hands to pull the flesh aside so he could see all the secrets of her body. He bent over to smell the enticing aroma of her arousal.

  "God, Jack. Please."

  He grinned, looking up at her head, which was tossing back and forth on the pillow, her long hair spread out around her, the blindfold snug against her flushed face. “Please, what, angel?"

  "You know.” Her hips strained towards him.

  "You'll have to do better than that."

  "Put your mouth on me, please."

  "Where? Where do you want my mouth? Here?” He kissed her thigh. “No? How about here?” Another kiss, this time on her hip. Her head tossed back and forth in denial. “Where then? Say it, baby."

  He watched her gnaw her lip and then whisper, “My cunt, Jack. Lick my cunt, please."

  "My pleasure, baby.” He smiled at her capitulation.

  Jack bent down to trace the tip of his tongue over Abby's heated center. Around and around, his tongue explored the delicate tissue, but carefully avoiding any contact with her clitoris. Soon Abby's moans grew louder, and it was all Jack could do not to throw himself on her and sink his aching cock into those heated depths. But he wanted her to remember this night for a long time, wanted the passion that they shared to fill her mind and body to the point that she would never again want another man. She was his, and tonight he was going to prove that to her.

  Drawing out her pleasure, he placed stinging love bites on her parted thighs, grasping a small bit of skin high on the inside of her leg, he sucked on it, leaving a small red circle to mark his ownership. “I love seeing my mark on your body,” he told her. Then he reached out with a long finger and manipulated her swollen clit.

  "God, Jack."

  "What, Abby. Tell me what you need. Beg for it."

  "Make me come. Please, make me come. Please, please.” She moaned her desire in a huskily aroused voice.

  He eased forward and took a dildo from the bedside table.

  When Jack returned to his spot between her legs, he took the fake cock and stroked it through her wetness once, twice, until it was poised at the entrance to her core. Then Jack pushed it into her. It was very large and he knew it would fill her almost to the point of pain. Waiting a moment to allow Abby to adjust to the size, he pulled it out only to shove it back in. Abby strained and arched into the movement. Before long, she was crying and begging him. “Let me come, Jack. Please. I need to come so bad. I can't take any more.” He leaned forward, his mouth clamping down over her clit and began sucking hard.

  She stiffened. “Yes, yes, oh, God, Jack.” She climaxed hard against his mouth, and he licked up her juices as they flowed from her pussy until her spasms died.

  Jack withdrew the dildo and turned her over. “What are you doing?” Abby asked, moving into the new position.

  "It's all right, angel.” Jack soothed. “Just relax. I promise you will love this.” He tugged at her hips until she was on her hands and knees. He bent over her, stretching across her back to caress her hands where they were tied in front of her, before sliding up her arms to her shoulders. Brushing her hair to the side, he began nibbling down her back, and she shivered from the feel of his tongue as it began tracing a path down her spine. When he reached her heart-shaped buttocks, he placed another love-bite on a rounded cheek. Then his hands separated the cushioned mounds and he licked down the tender crevice. Abby jerked, trying to pull away. “No, Jack. Don't do that."

  "Yes, Abby. Don't fight me. Let me do this. I want to."

  "But, Jack..."

  "Let me, Abby.” His commanding tone silenced her, and he felt her body relax back into his hands.

  Again, Jack bent to brush a kiss against the sensitive spot. Then he pushed his finger into her pulsing cunt, wetting it with her own cream, before pulling it out and probing against the tight anal opening. “Have you even had a man take you here, angel?” he questioned her as his finger began breaching her.

  "Nooo,” she moaned as he pushed further inside her, before pulling out and pushing again until his finger was all the way in. “Please, Jack, I don't know if I like this."

  "Oh, baby, you were made for it.” He pumped his finger again, out and in, twisting and turning. He stretched her opening, adding another finger to the first. After a few more str
okes, he took his fingers out. “I won't fuck your ass today, baby, but soon, it will be mine."

  He pressed his cock into her aching pussy and began thrusting into her very slowly at first. Once he was fully seated inside her he paused a moment before easing himself out until only the tip remained inside her. He repeated the motion again, drawing pleas from Abby.

  "Jack, please."

  "You know you have to tell me what you want."

  "Hard. I want you to fuck me hard and fast.” He gave her what she needed, beginning to pound into her. Abby's arms stiffened as she braced herself on the bed, his forceful strokes almost pushing her into the headboard. Her bound hands curled around the rails, and she lowered her head and chest to the bed in an effort to gain some leverage. The change in position sent him deeper into her with each thrust. His hand came around to cover her throbbing cunt, and his finger pressed against her clit. With each stroke of his cock, his finger moved harder against the aching flesh until she cried out. Bucking against Jack's hand, his cock hammering into her, she tumbled over the pinnacle in a second orgasm, screaming out her satisfaction.

  "Yes, baby. Come for me. That's the way. God you feel so good."

  "I love you, Jack.” Abby gasped the words out.

  "I love you, too, angel. I love you, too.” He thrust one last time before his cum shot up into her pulsing core.

  Long minutes later, he rolled from her relaxed body and reached up to untie her wrists and remove the blindfold before pulling her against his side to cuddle, her head on his shoulder. She lay in his arms, breathing heavily, for several minutes. Finally, in a hesitant voice, she asked, “Jack, did you mean it?"

  "Mean what?"

  She froze. The hand, which had been rubbing over his stomach, stopped. She raised herself up and stared down at him. His eyes twinkled up at her, and hers narrowed. “Mean what? Mean what? You rat. You dirty rat."

  She grabbed a pillow and began pounding it on his unprotected head. “Mean what? Oh, you'll be sorry, you jackass. You'll be so sorry."

  Laughing, he reached up to grab her wrists and snatched the pillow away to fling it across the room. He pulled her down to lie across his chest and his eyes grew serious. “No, I'll never be sorry. I do love you, Abby. More that I ever thought possible."

  She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him against her. “Oh, God, Jack, I love you so much."

  As he hugged her back, he closed his eyes, and he felt her soft body resting against him. He knew that this was it. There would never be another woman for him. He wanted to be with Abby for the rest of his life. Nothing else was acceptable. “Marry me?"

  She drew back to look at him in surprise. “Are you sure?

  "I've never been surer of anything."

  "Of course, I'll marry you, Jack. As soon as you want. Whenever you want."

  "Angel, I'd marry you tomorrow if I could. I never thought I'd ever feel like this about anyone Without you, I'd be lost."

  "Oh, Jack. I feel the same way. I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened to you."

  "And, Abby, I want babies with you.” He brushed her hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek in his hand. “Lots of little girls with hair like sunlight."

  "Oh, I think we'll have to have a few boys with dark hair and melting blue eyes so they can drive all the little girls in town crazy."

  Jack laughed in pure delight. “Whatever you say, baby. Whatever you want."

  "One thing I absolutely want is to live here on your mountain."

  His arms tightened. “Are you sure? I know your home is in Gulf Shores. I'm willing to move if that's what you want."

  "I love the coast, and I always will. But the minute I got here, I felt a connection to this place. This is where I want to raise our family and grow old with you."

  "Then this is where we'll live. God, I can't believe how perfect you are for me."

  She smiled. “Please don't expect perfection, Jack. I'll never live up to it.

  "Angel, I never said you were perfect. I said you were perfect for me.” And his mouth closed over hers in a loving kiss.

  When they eventually arose from the bed and dressed, they went in to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. Jack lit a fire in the grill on the back deck and put a couple of steaks on while Abby tossed up a green salad. Soon they were sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying their meal while Bear lay beneath the table, happily gnawing away on a bone.

  Jack sipped his beer and studied Abby's face. Beneath the surface contentment, he could see the worry that was never far from her thoughts. Her eyes strayed again and again to the uncovered windows on the French doors that led out to his back deck.

  "We're safe here, Abby.” He placed his hand over hers and squeezed in reassurance.

  She started and looked guiltily at him. “I know. I just can't help wondering where Scotty is. Is he out there right now, watching us? Plotting his next move.” Her mouth firmed. “But I'm going to quit acting like a victim. He is not going to turn me into some weak, whining female. He's starting to piss me off."

  "That's right, angel. He's not going to win. We are."

  "Yes."

  "There's something I want you to consider. I've thought about calling a friend of mine to see if he could come and help us out. No, listen to me,” he continued as she opened her mouth. “Clay Gentry is a private detective, and he knows how to protect someone who's in trouble. If he's not on a case right now, I know he'll come help. It's crazy for us to try to handle this on our own when we have someone who could give us a better chance at catching this guy."

  Abby reluctantly agreed. “Yes, you're right. I can't afford to refuse help wherever I can get it. And I would feel better with two of you here in case Scotty goes crazy and tries to hurt someone—especially you.” She closed her eyes briefly. “I'd never forgive myself if he harmed you. But I feel like we might be overreacting a little. I mean, no one's been attacked, or anything."

  "We don't want to wait until someone does get hurt or even killed, do we?"

  "Nooo. How about this ... if something else happens, we'll call him."

  "All right. But no arguments about it. The minute something, anything else unusual occurs, I'm on the phone. I'll feel better with another set of eyes to watch over things."

  * * * *

  From the tree line behind the cabin, a figure stood and watched the couple as they leaned in to kiss. Concealed by the darkness of the night and the surrounding bushes, no one in the cabin could have seen the shadowy outline, even if they had been looking for one. With narrowed eyes, the intruder soaked up every movement made by the couple sitting at the table. An evil smile curled over the tightened lips as the couple rose from the table and began clearing the dishes away. What a sweet scene of domestic bliss. Yes, let them enjoy each other now, thought the watcher, because in a few days, they would be parted forever.

  Chapter Eight

  The next day Jack and Abby stayed close to home. Abby worked on her book, and Jack hung around the cabin doing various chores and generally getting on Abby's nerves. By late afternoon, she'd had enough. “Jack, you're driving me crazy. Nothing is going to happen to me. You don't have to stand over me like a nursemaid. Go outside and play with Bear or something."

  Strolling out on the porch, she heard him whistle for the dog.

  A short while later he came back inside, a concerned look on his face. “Abby, I need you to come out and call Bear."

  She stood. “He's not out there?"

  "No, and I've called him several times. Maybe he'll respond better to your voice."

  Crossing the room and stepping through the doorway, Abby began calling. “Bear, come on now, quit playing,” Abby yelled, following her call with the piercing whistle the dog always responded to, but there was still no sign of him. Getting worried, she called once more, her voice sharper, reflecting her fear. Shit. Had Scotty done something to Bear now? What if he had hurt him? Killed him? Her gentle, sweet Bear. She didn't even want to think of tha
t possibility.

  "Jack, I don't like this. Bear always comes when I call him. And with everything else that's been going on..."

  He slung an arm around her shoulders and squeezed. “I know, Abby."

  She looked at him with troubled eyes. “I don't know what I'll do if anything has happened to him. He's big, but he's just an old softy. He wouldn't hurt a flea. If Scotty has hurt him, I...” Her voice broke, and she bit her lip to prevent the tears from falling.

  "We'll find him. I promise."

  They set out together searching through the surrounding woods for the golden retriever. They tried to cover as much ground as they could, but as afternoon faded to early evening, it got harder and harder to see. Abby called and whistled as they looked, but there was no sign of Bear. Finally, they had to admit defeat. “I'm sorry, Abby. It's just too dark to look any more. If we keep stumbling around here, we're going to get lost or hurt. Or we're going to overlook Bear."

  "I know. You're right.” She hated to stop searching, but it was obvious that they wouldn't do Bear any good like this.

  "We'll start looking again at first light. Come on. Let's go back."

  Taking her hand, Jack led her back through the trees to his cabin. Once they'd taken off their coats and drunk a cup of coffee, they settled close together on the sofa. Jack's arm went around her shoulders, and Abby's head rested against his shoulder.

  "Whether we find Bear in the morning or not, we're going to drive to town and talk to the sheriff again,” Jack said. “If Scotty's in town, surely someone will have seen him by now. Stone Hill isn't that big.” He looked down into her red-rimmed eyes and bent to drop a soft kiss on her lips. She leaned in to him, moving her arms around his neck. “Come on, angel. Let's go to bed. We have an early morning coming."

  Abby followed Jack into the bedroom. She watched as Jack took his clothes off and dropped them to the floor. He was so beautiful. She stripped her own clothing off and joined him in the bed. Pulling the covers up around their shoulders, he pressed her head down onto his chest. Abby lay there staring out into the darkness long after Jack had fallen asleep.