“I’m very happy to see you, baby. No gun, it’s all me,” is my only comeback, but I can’t help the wide grin that slowly spreads across my face at hearing the cheesy line. Payton can make anything sound sexy as hell.
I rock my hips against her tight ass causing a guttural moan from deep inside of her to escape her lips. “I’d love to cuff your hands behind your back, bend you over that table, and fuck you within an inch of your life,” I whisper against her ear. “Would you like that?”
“I’d love it,” she pants, nodding her head.
Fortunately, common sense prevails, and I snap out of my fantasy. No fucking way! She deserves so much better than to be cuffed, bent over, and fucked here. I’ll wait until we get home to do it.
Spinning her around, I cup her face in my hands and take her lush mouth in a ravenous kiss. Her greedy tongue enters my mouth, exploring every inch, and my tongue returns the favor. I reluctantly pull back, pressing my forehead against hers so I can stare into her heated chocolate brown eyes.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I impatiently order.
“Okay,” she mutters in response against my lips.
I snag her hand and quickly drag her through the precinct, heading for my car. And once again in my haste to be with Payton, I break dozens of traffic laws on the drive to my place, but I could really give a fuck. As soon as I pull into my parking space, I get out of the car and walk over to the passenger side. She’s already standing there, anxiously waiting. I bend down gripping her by the back of her knees, flipping her over my shoulder fireman style and carry her up to my condo.
Once we’re standing in the living room I realize my handcuffs are upstairs. Without saying a word to her, I quickly take the stairs two at a time to retrieve my cuffs from the bottom drawer in the closet. When I make my way back downstairs and see Payton standing in the same spot still fully clothed I ask, “Why aren’t you naked?”
“Why aren’t you?” she counters with a gleam in her eye.
With that, neither of us waste any more time as we strip our clothes off, leaving them in piles on the living room floor. I stalk toward her with the metal cuffs hooked on my fingers, and as soon as I reach her, I flip her body around pulling her arms behind her back. She takes in a sudden gasp of air as the cool metal of the cuffs touch the skin on her wrists. Once her hands are secured with the cuffs behind her back, I snake my arms around the front of her body and lightly pluck at her nipples.
“I’m going to take you hard and fast. You ready?” I ask in a gruff voice.
“So ready,” she responds with a sigh, clamping her thighs together obviously trying to ease the throb of desire between her legs. I bet she’s so fucking hot and wet right now.
“Do you ache for me, baby?” She nods her head as my hand glides down her flat abdomen, slipping between her thighs, feeling her slick arousal. I feel her inner muscles rippling as I push two fingers into her pussy, pumping them in and out in a fast tempo. I pull them out when I feel her getting close to climaxing. She releases a frustrated whimper. “Not yet. Want you coming on my cock,” I growl.
Putting both of my hands around her small waist, I guide her over toward the back of the sectional and kick her feet apart, opening her up for the rough fucking that’s about to take place. “Bend over,” I command, to which she instantly obeys. Unbelievably, I feel my cock get harder and pre-cum rush out at the tip when I take in the sight of her so ready for me. Her arousal’s glistening on the inside of her thighs and pussy. So fucking hot.
Gripping the base of my cock, I glide it back and forth through her wetness, coating myself. When I push the first inch in her wet heat, her body tenses. “Condom,” she chokes out. Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to just push into her and take her bare, feeling nothing but skin. Something we’re going to discuss later. The thought of coming inside of her, marking her as mine, turns me on even more.
“Sorry, baby.” I walk back over to my rumpled up jeans, pull a condom out of the back pocket, and my shaky hands roll it onto my throbbing shaft. I slam my hips against her, and in one hard thrust plunge into her hot, tight, and needy pussy. Feels like heaven.
She releases a guttural moan as my rigid cock fully invades her wet, swollen heat. Holy shit, I’m not going to last long. I can already feel the tight tingling sensation in my balls, signaling my release. I still myself deep inside of her to try to gain some semblance of control, but Payton starts pushing back against me, forcing me to keep moving.
Gripping her cuffed hands, I withdrawal until only the tip remains then plunge forcefully back in. I know I should regret taking her so fast and hard, but I don’t. The need I have to completely possess her overtakes all my other senses; my frenzied thrusts increase as I fuck her body. I can feel the pressure of my release building in my balls, when I finally feel hers because I’m one second away from blowing my load. Thank fucking God! I feel her pussy start to quiver and spasm as her release hits, and I finally lose it, erupting inside of her.
“Oh fuck, Jack!” she screams out.
“Holy fuuuuck!” I groan. My heart’s racing and cock’s still hard and twitching, embedded deeply inside of her. I lean over her spent body and trail soft kisses over her sweat slickened skin. “Fucking amazing,” I admit against the hot skin on her back causing goose bumps to break out again.
“You’re not so bad yourself, De Luca,” she says, in a breathy satisfied tone.
“Stay there, baby. Gotta get rid of the condom and get the keys for the cuffs,” I tell her before making my way back upstairs to my bedroom. Quickly disposing of the condom in the bathroom trash, I grab the handcuff keys and head back down to the living room. Payton’s relaxing, still bent over the sofa, her ass stuck up in the air, displaying her well-fucked, swollen pussy. My cock twitches and starts coming back to life. Fuck, if I don’t want to take her again, but I fucked her so hard just then that I know she’ll be sore.
I walk up to her and rub my hands across the smooth skin on her ass, hips, and eventually find her clit again. She gasps at the unexpected contact. Plastering my chest against her back, I dip the tip of my fingers in her dripping slit, bringing the moisture up to her sensitive bud. Her breathing accelerates, and her legs wobble as my sensual message of her pussy causes her to come hard, again. I remove my hand and hold her as her body shudders then slowly relaxes. I remove the cuffs, turn her around and pick her up to carry her to the bedroom. I think we need some sleep. It’s been a long fucking day.
* * *
I wake up when I feel the bed move and see Payton crawling back in.
“What’re you doing, baby?” I ask in a sleepy voice.
“Had to pee,” she says softly. She’s lying on her back, so I roll over, sling my arm across her hips and rest my head on her belly. There’s no better pillow in the world. She gently runs her fingers through my hair.
“Jack, can I ask you something?” she asks in a hushed voice.
“Sure, baby.”
“Actually, there are two things I’d like to know.”
“Shoot.”
“Did you know about Dag the whole time?”
“No. I found out about him the night he attacked you. Before Ryder texted me, I got a call from Devon. He’d just found out who Dag really was. If I’d known, do you seriously think I’d let you near him?”
“I guess not.”
“No guessing to it. You have to believe me when I say that there’s no fucking way I would’ve put you in that kind of danger.”
“I believe you.”
“What’s the other thing?” I ask her.
“I want you to tell me about your father,” she says. My body freezes at the mention of my dad and I’m rendered speechless. “Jack, did you hear me?” she asks.
“Yep,” I clip out. I don’t think I can go there with Payton.
“I’ll tell you about my father,” she offers in exchange. This gets my attention, so I rest my chin on her belly and look up at her beautiful face.
“I
get it, I really do. I know what it feels like to lose a parent. I was ten years old when I was forced to watch cancer slowly ravage my father’s body, which caused him to suffer through unbearable pain. I felt helpless knowing I couldn’t do anything to ease that for him. Every day I prayed that death would come for him, and eventually my prayers were answered. That was fourteen years ago, and I still miss him every single day,” she says, trying to stay strong for me, but I can see the tears building in her eyes.
She so willingly shared her hurt with me, how can I not share mine with her? Fuck, here goes nothing. I hope I don’t scare her away.
“Being the only son, I was extremely close to my father. I worshipped the man; he was my hero, and it wasn’t because he was a cop. He was my hero because he was a devoted family man who loved us unconditionally. Whenever he wasn’t working, he was spending time with his family. Whether it was my little league games, Izzy’s piano recitals, Gia’s ballet classes, or just changing Sofie’s diaper—it didn’t matter, he was there.” I pause and look deep into her eyes trying to gauge how she’s feeling. She’s got a look of adoration in her eyes, and it guts me because I know I’m going to kill that soon.
“It happened on a sunny summer afternoon when I was thirteen years old. I was in the driveway shooting hoops while my father was washing the GTO. I heard loud music approaching the house. Out of curiosity, I stopped playing basketball and looked up to see a car slowly driving toward us. Gunfire broke out, and the next thing knew, I woke up in the hospital recovering from a gunshot wound to the shoulder. I later found out that my father had been killed in the drive by shooting. I’ve had to deal with the guilt of his death ever since,” I tell her.
“Guilt? How could you feel guilty? You didn’t kill him, Jack. It wasn’t your fault,” she tries to alleviate the guilt I’ve carried since the day I woke up in the hospital. Shit, here it comes.
“You don’t get it. It’s my fault he’s dead. I saw the guys in the car with their guns drawn, but I froze and never said a thing to warn my dad. All I would’ve had to say was one fucking word, and he might’ve had time to move and avoid getting shot. I’ll take this guilt to my grave,” I confess, not able to look her in the eye. I dread to look up and see the hate and disgust reflected back.
“Jack,” she says so softly I can barely hear her. She moves her hands so they’re cupping the sides of my face. “Look at me, baby,” she whispers. I reluctantly look at her, but instead of seeing hate or disgust, I see pain.
“You were just a scared kid who didn’t know what was happening. And I’m pretty sure you weren’t bulletproof or invincible. I’m sorry that your father was killed, but I’m so grateful that you weren’t. Baby, you have to let this guilt go. It wasn’t your fault.” She pulls my face toward her, lightly pressing her lips against mine and wrapping me up in her comforting embrace.
For the first time since waking up in that gloomy hospital room, I feel the crushing guilt slowly start to ease off of my chest. Maybe Payton’s what I need to finally move past this. We don’t utter another word as we hold each other and eventually fall asleep.
Chapter 13
Is anything on you real?
Tonight’s Ladies’ Night at work and it’s been crazy busy, but it’s almost time to close, and things are starting to slow down. I start my cleaning and restocking routine so that everything’s ready for the crew on shift tomorrow afternoon. It’s going to be late by the time I get out of here, but I hope when I text Jack that he’ll still be up. I really need to see him.
Since his revelation about his father a few nights ago, things have been different between us. And when I say different, I mean in a good way, not a bad way. Jack trusted me enough to tell me about his past. I just wish that I’d had the guts to confide in him about what happened to me as a teenager. He’s hinted several times since our day by the river that he knows something dark has touched me, but I can’t take the chance in telling him and maybe losing him right now. I don’t think I can handle that a second time.
Bang!
I jump back, startled, and look up to see Jack grinning at me while sitting on a stool. My eyes casually scan his body as he leans his forearms against the bar top. Tonight he’s wearing dark blue low-riding jeans, with a black long-sleeve Henley, but he has the sleeves pushed up so his tattoos are peeking out. Like always, my body hums with energy whenever he’s around. Seriously, why is he so hot?
“Hey, bella,” he drawls.
“Hey handsome,” I reply. “You want something to drink?” I offer.
“Yeah, I’ll have a beer,” he replies.
I walk to the coolers against the back wall of the bar, pull out a beer, open it, and slide it over to him. Jack reaches over, encloses my wrist with one hand, pulls me across, taking the back of my head with his other hand, and putting his lips to mine to give me a gentle kiss that promises so much more when I get off.
“What’s that for?” I ask, winking and knowing full well what it means.
“So the fucks around here looking at you know you’re taken,” he says, shrugging. That’s my possessive alpha male. Most girls would probably hate that, but not me. Nope, I love it!
I roll my eyes and head out on the floor, picking up empties and wiping down tables. I spend a few minutes chatting with a couple of the regular customers that are still lingering until last call, before heading back into the little kitchen area. I dump the empties in the recycling bin and rinse the dirty glasses before placing them in the dishwasher.
As I walk back out on the floor to collect the rest that I couldn’t fit into my arms the first time, I can’t help but glance over to where Jack’s leaning against the bar. I love looking at that fine piece of male specimen. I’m literally halted in my tracks when I notice a curvy blonde haired woman standing next to him. She looks super skanky, wearing stilettos and an ultra-short jean mini skirt that rides so low you can see her thong and tramp stamp. The red tube top she’s wearing is so tight it looks like it’s painted on.
She’s being so obvious in her attempt to hit on my man, but I can tell by his body language and facial expression that he doesn’t think too much of it. I stand there and observe them for a few minutes. The tramp places her hand on Jack’s arm, leans in toward his body, and stands up on her toes to speak into his ear because the music’s pretty loud. Once she says what she wants, she lowers back down on her feet and pushes her chest out a bit, pressing her huge tits against the side of his arm.
Jack’s lips pull tight, and I hear him say, “Bitch, the only pair of lips I want to feel around my cock is Payton’s!” Even though I’m pissed because that slut just offered to give him head, I can’t help but feel happy that he basically just told her that he’s mine. She doesn’t take the hint, though, because she starts to trace the tattoos on his bicep with her finger. As the bitch is doing this, Jack notices me and looks over to where I’m standing. She senses his focus is no longer on her and turns her head to see what he’s looking at.
No. Fucking. Way!
Macie. That bitch.
She doesn’t look like she has double Ds anymore, more like double Fs. If she wants to fucking keep them this time, I’m going to openly suggest to her that she back the fuck up from my man. She turns her head back toward Jack. I guess she didn’t notice me, so I’m going to rectify that right now! I quickly make my way over toward them, not really knowing exactly what I’m going to do, but knowing I’m definitely going to do something. Jack leans in and says something to her that sounds like, “If I were you, I’d take a hike, like right fucking now,” and continues to watch as I’m closing in behind her. And guess what? Jack’s wearing that fucking smile on his face again.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I demand. Her back stiffens, and she turns around to glare at me. God, I hate this bitch.
“Tryin’ to get Diesel, umm, I mean Jack to go out in the alley with me, so I can show him what a real woman can do,” she hisses at me, turns around, and grabs ahold of Jack’s arm again.
My hands reach out on their own accord, grabbing handfuls of her bleached blonde hair, pulling her back so she goes flying past me like a ragdoll. When I look down at my hands, I realize that I’m still holding clumps of her hair. Oh shit, I just ripped out some of her extensions!
“Is anything on you real?” I ask, a smile spreading across my face. Jack busts out in deep laughter.
“You stupid bitch!” she yells at me before lunging forward in attack mode. I throw her hair to the floor, and shift to the side, causing her to miss me and stumble forward, catching herself on the bar.
“I’m only going to tell you this once: stay away from Jack, or you’re going to be less another titty. And that’s a promise you know I can keep,” I warn her. She ignores my warning and moves forward to shove me hard in the chest, making me fall back. I gain my balance, and all I see is red.
Bitch smack down mode has commenced, AGAIN!
I rear back and deck her in the face, sending her flying to the floor, then jump on her and start punching anything that I can hit with my fists as she’s trying to deflect and return punches, but not doing a very good job at it.
Two arms wrap around me like steel bands, hauling me back. I can tell by the arms that it isn’t Jack, so I continue with my thrashing when I hear Juan say, “Jesus Christ, Kojak! Stop laughing and get a handle on Rocky here. The last thing I need now is a fucking lawsuit on my hands!”
“Let me the fuck go,” I yell, “This bitch has got to learn to stay away from other women’s men. He’s mine; get your fucking own!” I growl at her. I’m not going to let it go like Ella did for so long. I’m going to nip it in the bud right now.
Juan releases me and pushes me over toward Jack, who catches me in his arms. “Calm down, baby. I think she got your point,” Jack whispers with a trace of laughter.
“Fine,” I say.
“We’re closing in another twenty minutes, so you’re done for the night, Rocky. Go home,” Juan tells me sternly, walking a red-faced Macie toward his office.
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