“Payton!” his sexy voice calls out.
Shit! What’s he still doing here? I was hoping he’d left already. I keep walking toward my car, quickening my pace. I need to get out of here, fast. I can’t be around Jack right now because I can’t control myself when I’m around him. I don’t know why I’m acting as if I’m pissed off at him, because if I’m being completely honest with myself, I’ve already forgiven him for lying to me. And really who am I to judge, after all? I’m not being honest to anyone in my life. It’s just easier for me to let him believe that I still hate his guts. Ignoring him, I reach my car and open the door, when it’s suddenly being slammed shut again. He grips my shoulders and spins me around to look at him, but I keep my eyes aimed downward. Shit, fucking, shit! I can’t do this. Do not look at him, Payton. You know what’ll happen, I warn myself.
“What, Jack? What do you want?” I snap. Shit, I don’t think I should’ve used his real name. The guys he was with might’ve heard. Of course, I make a huge mistake and look up at him, noticing he has his suit jacket and tie off. The top two buttons of his dress shirt are unbuttoned, and the sleeves are rolled up exposing some of the tattoos on his arm. Fuck me, he looks even hotter. I force my eyes to look away.
“Payton,” he says, his voice dripping with lust, pushing me back against my car with his big masculine body. He leans his face into my neck and begins licking, nibbling, and kissing the skin there. Then he pushes his hardness into me, making me gasp against his neck and breathe in his familiar scent. I’m taken by the moment, and by what I‘ve missed over the last two years—forgetting what’s happened between us. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. So what if it’s only for one night. It’s something I can use later when I need to take care of myself. He grabs a fistful of my hair and tilts my head back, making me look at him before he smashes his mouth down on mine with a bruising kiss. I’m a goner. My body’s so turned on that I don’t even know my own name.
“Jack,” I moan against his lips. His hands make their way to my ass, lifting me to the hood of my car where I wrap my legs around him. My hands roam over his muscular body, tracing his defined abs that feel even harder than I remember.
“Fuck, baby. I need you,” he groans against my kiss-swollen lips, while sliding his hands down my body and pushing my skirt upward. Seconds later, his other hand moves between my legs and begins stroking me over my wet thong, sending shivers through my aroused body. “Just how I remembered, so ready for me,” he hisses through his teeth, as his fingers feel the evidence of my arousal.
I want to push him away and tell him to go fuck himself, but he quickly pushes two fingers inside of me. The feeling’s so intense I arch my back pushing my breasts out to him in offering. It feels fucking amazing, and I can’t imagine pushing him away now. Over my tank top, he takes one of my nipples in his mouth, causing me to moan. I love the sensation of Jack touching me again, he makes me hot and crazy all over like no man could before.
Suddenly, I feel cold air engulf my body as Jack’s body weight leaves mine. I watch the erotic motions as Jack withdraws his fingers and brings them to his open mouth, sucking my taste off of them. Holy Fuck! My pussy immediately starts to ache for him. His eyes go dark and nostrils flare, then he groans, “Had a lot of women spread for me, but none tasted as sweet as you.” Oh my God! I want him between my legs, NOW!
Within seconds of making this statement, he’s kneeling on the ground, driving his face into my sex and nibbling me through my panties. He pushes the scrap of material aside and devours me, taking my clit in his mouth and sucking, all while finger fucking me at the same time. It’s been so long since I felt like this, that it doesn’t take long for the life-altering orgasm to take over my body, releasing everything that I’ve pent up for him over the last two years. Coming down from my post-orgasmic haze, I notice Jack taking himself out of his pants.
“Oh baby, I fucking missed this,” he murmurs, leaning into me. Understanding dawns on me as I snap out of my Jack-lust. He missed this, not me. I push him away.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? You come here and expect me to just, what, fuck you? Get away from me!” I scream, fighting back tears. The two nights we had together I noticed that Jack loved dirty talk, but when he thought I was sleeping, he’d whisper the sweetest things in my ear. So I always thought that he might’ve thought more of me than that. Now I know I was wrong.
“What’re you talking about, Payton?” he asks, confusion setting on his face.
“I’ve got to go. I have a boyfriend,” I blurt out without thinking. “Leave me alone, Jack,” I add, jumping down from the hood of my car and pulling down my skirt. I push him aside and get in my car as fast as I can. He bangs his fist against the window.
“Payton, don’t do this,” he pleads, as I pull away and watch him in the rearview mirror.
“Fuck!” I yell, slamming my hands against the steering wheel. What the hell was that? I’m so fucking confused right now. The tears start streaming down my face. He does think the same about me as everyone else. I’m a slut and only good for one thing. That’s all I am and ever will be. Hopefully, he’ll get the point now and leave me alone. It was amazing to feel him again, but this has to stop. I can’t go the rest of my life like this. Maybe, I can somehow get a mold made of his cock so I can use that for the rest of my life ‘cause Lord knows he’s well endowed. That man was put here on earth to pleasure a woman, and he sure as fuck can.
I pull into my driveway and head inside, hoping the girls are asleep or out. Maybe my luck’s going to change, I think to myself as I slip inside and discover no one else at home. I walk into the kitchen, take out a bottle of tequila, and down about half of it. Did Ella know he was home? She couldn’t have. No way; she would’ve told me—I know she would’ve. She used to tell me every move he made, hoping I would talk to him again, even though I lived in Boston. I have to find out. I don’t care what time it is.
I lean against the kitchen cabinets and lower myself, so that I’m sitting on the linoleum floor. Turning my phone on, I scroll to Ella’s name and call. I let about three rings go in and hang up because I don’t want to wake the kids up. Ryder would be pissed. My phone immediately starts ringing with her ringtone. She knows I need her. I love that girl! I answer it.
“Are you okay, Payton?” she asks, sounding concerned. I’m starting to feel the effects of the bottle that I’m downing.
“Did you know he was here?” I slur.
“Did I know who was here? Payton, are you drunk? Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”
“Jack! Did you know he’s back in town? How could you not tell me?” I ask, tears falling down my face and a sob breaking out.
“What do you mean? I didn’t know he was back. Ryder did you know Jack was back in town?” I hear her ask him. Ryder mumbles in the background that he didn’t know either, so I tell her everything that happened tonight, including the dirty details.
“That rat bastard, I’m going to kick his ass,” Ella sounds pissed. “I’m coming over,” she says. I can hear the rustling of what sounds like sheets and clothing.
“No, Ella, I’m fine. It just took me by surprise and made me feel used and slutty. Funny—I am a slut. I just never felt like that with him until now, and I didn’t think that’s what he thought of me. Guess what? Wrong again! Stupid me,” I say. Shit! She’s definitely going to come over now.
“I’m hanging up now. I can’t drive and talk at the same time. I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” she says, hanging up the phone.
I drag myself up off the kitchen floor and head for the door to unlock it for Ella. I stagger back over to the kitchen and sit back on the floor with my good friend Jose Cuervo. I chug the remainder of the bottle and go to the bathroom to fix myself up a bit. I don’t want her to see me looking even worse than how I sounded on the phone. I’m usually better at hiding my destructive side, but seeing Jack tonight totally threw me for a loop. I hear Ella slip in the door.
“H
ey bitch, what up?” I ask, hopping over to her, trying to be chipper.
“You look like shit!” she clips out.
“Gee, you’re full of love tonight,” I reply.
“No, I’m worried about my best friend when she calls me early in the morning and sounds like she’s on the verge of having a mental breakdown,” she says, concern evident in her voice.
“I’m fine, Ella. It just took me by surprise seeing Jack tonight, after all this time, with no warning. I never thought I’d see him again, and then there he is, looking hot-as-fucking-ever. You should know how that feels,” I explain, reminding her of the first time she ever saw Ryder and didn’t see him again for a year. Then one day she goes to a bar and there’s sexy Ryder again.
“Yeah, I do, but it was different for me.”
“How?” I ask.
“I was in love with Ryder. Are you saying you’re in love with Jack?” she asks back.
“No,” I say turning my head so she can’t see the doubt in my eyes.
“You are, aren’t you?”
“No, Ella, I can’t and won’t,” I tell her.
“Why not, Payton?”
“Because I can’t, now drop it,” I hiss at her.
“Okay, well why don’t we make the night better by watching some Twilight?” Ella asks, trying to change the subject to make me feel better. Ella really knows how to cheer me up with my obsession of all things Twilight. I love it! Edward Cullen can brighten up anyone’s day, literally. Sparkle, sparkle.
“Cool beans,” I say, heading toward the living room, getting the DVD player ready. We spend the rest of the morning vegging on the sofa, watching the amazing Cullens before eventually falling asleep.
Chapter 3
Seeing Payton
Jack
The name’s Hayden Conners, and I’m currently posing as the go-between-man setting up a meeting between an unknown weapons supplier and a group of California’s largest arms dealers. The Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms is partnering with the Del Mar Police Department trying to intercept the illegal sale of firearms and ammunition, along with fake licenses, certificates and other documents allowing weapons to be imported into the United States from Mexico.
Instead of targeting our investigation solely on the dealers, The ATF decided to go after them and the bigger fucking problem, the supplier. As long as the supplier’s still functioning, there’ll always be a new group of dealers lined up, eager to make a profit, regardless of the fact of where these weapons will end up. Illegal guns are landing in the hands of criminals, and innocent people are dying all across the country. I don’t want to see another person lose someone they love because of fucking low lives that could give a shit. I’ve experienced my fair share of loss, and it’s not fucking pretty.
The only Intel we have on the supplier is the name Diego, but we haven’t been able to confirm if that’s his real name or an alias. I’ve only been able to contact him via phone or email, and his whereabouts are currently unknown. The delivery was supposed to have happened earlier this evening and then the arrest. I’ve been working on this case for over six months and was really hoping to end it tonight, but the motherfucker didn’t show. So now I’m stuck with these assholes at the dance club, Pulse.
I pinch the bridge of my nose as the techno crap blares throughout the club, making my head pound. I’d give my left nut to listen to anything other than this God-awful shit. Leaning against the bar, I take a swig of beer and scan the dance floor. I really don’t want to be in this fucking place—too many memories of her. I can’t help but recall the night I first met Payton Clare. Fuck, that woman was really something. She was aggressive and sexy as fuck: two traits that attract me to a woman. Payton wasn’t afraid to let her wild side show when it came to her sexual needs.
Fuck! I adjust my pants as the crotch begins to tighten and get extremely uncomfortable. Just thinking of her makes my cock rock hard and throb like a son of a bitch. Closing my eyes, I imagine her body moving above me as she’s riding my cock, her lips and tongue kissing and licking my body, and her hot pussy rippling around my shaft as I make her come. Shit, what I wouldn’t do to make that a reality right fucking now.
From the moment I met her, there was an instant attraction. I took her home from this very club, and as soon as we walked through the door of my shitty-ass apartment, I knew I fucking had to have her. No time to walk the few extra feet to my bedroom. Once I shut the front door, I savagely yanked down the top of her red dress and exposed her full tits then pulled one of her hardened nipples into my mouth.
The breath that hissed from between her teeth as I sucked and laved her nipples moved me into action. I had to get inside of her tight pussy right at that moment. I took a condom out of my back pocket, unzipped my jeans, and let them fall to the floor. Once I had the fucker on, I pulled the bottom part of her dress up so that it was bunched around her flat stomach and ripped her soaked panties away from her body. My arms hitched up both of her legs at the knees and I drove my cock deep inside her hot, wet pussy. She screamed out as an orgasm tore through her body, then wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her ankles so she was anchored to me, and the heels of her boots dug into the backs of my thighs. I moved my arms, snaking one around her waist and the other up her back, gripping her shoulder. I used the hold I had on her to pull her convulsing pussy up and down on my steel-hard shaft as I reached for my own release.
Jack, man, think of something, anything non-hard-on inducing, or you’re going to blow in your pants like a fucking sixteen year old kid, I warn myself.
The feelings I started to have for Payton were so similar to the way I first felt about my Julie, and that frightened the shit out of me. The pain that spears through my chest at the thought of my first love does it; like I just got hit by a cold bucket of water, my dick instantly softens.
I really wanted a relationship with Payton, but it wasn’t meant to be. She didn’t even really fucking know the man I was. She thought I was this badass biker, who didn’t give a shit about anything or anyone and did whatever the fuck I wanted, but she never knew the real me. When she found out that I’d been lying, she turned explosive. She was clearly hurt by my betrayal, but I thought she’d get over it. She didn’t. In fact, she cut me out of her life, period. It’s been over two years now, and I still imagine her gorgeous face, lush mouth, sultry eyes, and curvy body when I’m fucking other women or when I’m so hard at night that I have to jerk off to get some kind of relief.
Alex Greyson, one of the men in the group, saunters down the stairs from the VIP room. “Gentlemen, I just found out that there’s a bachelor party upstairs, and they’ve got some live entertainment hired for the evening. I spoke with the owner, and for the right amount of money, we can join in on the fun. Apparently, they’ve got some hot strippers up there, and the bartender’s pretty fucking delicious, too. I wouldn’t mind fucking her brains out tonight. If she’s not interested, maybe this’ll help convince her.” He flips a plastic baggie with a couple of pills in it between his fingers, showing us that he’s not above drugging a helpless woman in order to get his kicks. Fuck that! That shit’s not happening on my watch!
If I weren’t a law-abiding citizen, I’d take my fucking gun out now and blow this prick’s head off. This wasn’t the plan for tonight. I was supposed to be intercepting an arms shipment, and then my partner Devon and the members of the ATF team were supposed to bring all of these fuckwads down. That didn’t happen. Now I’ve got to go upstairs and babysit these drunken pricks and keep them from molesting the women.
We make our way up to the VIP section, and the rest of the guys take their seats around the table. The song “Cherry Pie” starts playing, and a sexy redhead seductively makes her way on stage as I walk toward the washrooms. I know there’s a cigarette vending machine there in the hallway, and I’m in desperate need of a hit of nicotine. Before I get too far I hear Greyson saying something, but I’m not really paying attention because anything coming out
of his fucking mouth is useless drivel.
Then my ears start playing tricks on me because I swear I hear Payton shouting, “Don’t ever touch me, unless I ask. Got it?” Twisting around, I glance back at our table. I can hardly believe it; it’s been over two long years since I’ve seen her, and now here she is. She’s as beautiful as ever, and she’s also majorly fucking pissed.
After the shock of seeing her again wears off, I notice Greyson has Payton pulled onto his lap and his hand’s sliding up the bare skin of her upper thigh, heading toward the hem of her skirt. My blood starts to boil, and all I want to do is tear him limb from limb. My feisty little woman looks like she’s going to pull back any second and knock him the fuck out, but she’s not going to get the chance because I’m going to kill him for laying his filthy fucking hands on her.
I stand behind her and yell, “Get your fucking hands off her now … and don’t ever fucking touch her again!” I instantly see her body lock up, but she doesn’t move off of his lap. Putting my hands around her waist, I pick her up and set her back on the floor.
She slowly turns so that her face is almost touching my chest. I can feel her hot breath through the fabric of my dress shirt, and it makes my cock hard again. Her dark brown eyes are hooded as she does a full body scan. Oh yeah, Payton Clare likes what she sees. I hear a low purring sound come from the back of her throat, which makes my impossibly hard cock even harder. Fucking hell, I want to take her right now, but know I can’t.
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