by Jenny Penn
“I think you should listen to the captain.” Amanda shocked Jack as she came down in his favor, truly leaving Kathy with nobody to save her. “I don’t want to be the reason anything happens to you, Kathy. You wouldn’t want to worry a pregnant woman, now would you?”
There was more depth to Amanda’s tone than there should have been, a clear sign she wasn’t just talking about accepting a ride from Jack. He caught the mutinous look that flashed through Kathy’s eyes before she conceded defeat, for the moment at least. Of course, Kathy did defeat like it was victory.
“Fine.” Shaking free of Jack’s hold, she pushed past him to storm toward the front door. Pausing beside it, she snatched her purse off the entry table and shot Amanda a hard look. “I’ll go with him, but I’m calling you when I get there, and if you don’t hear from me in the next hour, you call Tony and tell him I’ve been kidnapped.”
Without waiting for Amanda to agree, Kathy wrenched the door open and flounced out into the sunshine, leaving Jack staring after her. If her words hadn’t tightened his fingers into fists, the fact that the woman had managed to force him to follow after her again would have. Having no choice but to do just that, Jack tossed a nod toward Cody and stormed after Kathy.
She was still wearing the same skirt from this morning, making him wonder if she’d put on a new pair of panties. His eyes strained to study the pink-and-white floral pattern as it shifted and swayed over her luscious rump. The hypnotic sight lured him in closer, making him forget that he’d intended to snatch her off her dainty little feet and show her exactly who was in charge.
“I’ll talk to you later, Kat!” Amanda hollered from the top of the porch steps, breaking Jack’s trance and leaving him cussing.
“Damnit, Cody! Get her back into the house before somebody takes a lucky shot,” Jack snapped.
“I’ll call you in an hour!” Kathy stopped to wave back at Amanda so suddenly Jack almost plowed right through her. Shooting him a dirty look, Kathy turned back to holler an extra assurance that Jack felt certain was aimed at him. “And let you know if there is anything you should be worried about.”
“Let’s go,” Jack grunted, latching back on to Kathy’s arm.
“You know, I think a better name for you would be Mr. Bossy,” Kathy muttered as she stumbled along in his wake for the first time. “And I don’t need to be led around like a child, so just let—what are you doing?”
Kathy’s screech could probably be heard three states over. The high-pitched sound made Jack cringe but didn’t slow him down any more than her flailing limbs. Without breaking his stride, Jack turned his shoulder right into her stomach and scooped the little woman clear off her feet. Treating her like a heavy bag of feed, he settled her over his shoulder, using one hand on her ass to pin her in place.
“Put me down right this instant, you barbaric mutant! What were you? Born in a barn?”
“Actually it was New Jersey.” Jack managed to keep the pain of having his stomach pummeled by her toes out of his tone. “And what tribe of banshees birthed you?”
Kathy didn’t waste her energy exchanging insults with him, but jumped right to the threatening. “If you don’t put me down this instant, I’m going to tell every woman in this town you have a hairy ass.”
“Be better than you telling them I like to be called daddy when I’m getting my dick pumped. Ow!” The crazy woman had pinched him, making him flinch enough for her weight to shift precariously for the moment. Not that Kathy appeared aware of how close she came to being dropped.
“I never said that!”
“You didn’t exactly defend me either, did you?” Jack shot back, flushing with renewed embarrassment.
“Oh, don’t tell me you care what Amanda thinks…or are you worried I might agree?”
It wasn’t the insinuation that finally broke Jack’s patience. It was the laughter. Kathy sounded too smugly superior for Jack’s temper to stand. The time for games had come to an end. The woman needed to understand that there would be repercussions for her actions.
“That’s one, Kathy.”
“What’s one?”
“Actually, that’s one hundred and one,” Jack corrected himself, sure that if he thought about it he could find at least a hundred transgressions Kathy had committed that deserved punishment.
“I don’t know what you’re babbling on about.” Kathy dismissed his warning without any concern. “But I do know that a man who passes out before everybody at the party is happy is not one worthy of defense. Now put me down before I tell everybody you like to arrive early!”
“That’s one hundred and two.” Hell, he should make that two hundred and one because Jack knew for a fact that he had taken very good care of Kathy last night, even if his memories were fuzzy. The woman was lying, and he didn’t stand for liars in his bed.
“One hundred and two what? Seconds you’re going to dedicate to fucking me into submission?” Kathy’s chuckles rankled Jack’s nerves as much as her taunting did. “Good luck with that, Mr. DEA Agent.”
Her words washed over him like an arctic wave, making Jack realize he’d done it again. He didn’t have time to waste playing games with Kathy Coben, no matter how much fun he found it to fantasize about her naked submission. The woman belonged in cuffs, but a set not attached to his bed. In fact, he shouldn’t be anywhere near Kathy. Jack should call Tagger and have him arrest Kathy, take her into interrogation, and browbeat the truth out of her.
He wasn’t going to do that. Jack might not understand why, but he knew with a gut-deep certainty that he wouldn’t unleash the full force of the law on Kathy. She belonged to him, and he would take care of her. Facing that reality didn’t make Jack any happier. In fact, it kind of pissed him off. He might even have used a little unnecessary force as he wrenched open the driver’s side door to his truck and shoved Kathy in.
She toppled over in a snarl of limbs and cusses, all of which he ignored as he followed her into the seat. He tried using his girth to simply shove her out of his way, but the gear shift got in her way. Jack didn’t care if Kathy was lopsided on the seat and trying to get herself righted. That didn’t excuse her for being in his way or kicking him.
Jack grunted at the pain of her heel digging into the side of his thigh and reached down to latch onto her ankle. In one quick jerk, he tumbled her across the seat. Kathy landed, rolled, and jerked right up into a proper sitting position. Then instantly she was on the other door handle, but Jack moved faster. With a click of the auto lock, he had the door secured.
Before she could undo that obstacle, he pressed the child safety lock, keeping her from being able to open her own door. Kathy still wasted her time trying, not even appearing to notice when Jack turned over the engine and popped the gearshift into gear. He spun the truck around so fast his door slammed shut and Kathy came sliding back across the seat.
Keeping his foot heavy on the gas pedal, Jack smiled when Kathy finally reached for her seat belt instead of the door handle. Snapping it into place with the kind of attitude only a woman could pull off, she remained pointedly silent. Jack figured he was supposed to take some kind of cue from her behavior, but he didn’t know what. He didn’t care either. The woman had cost him no little amount of aggravation in the past twenty-four hours.
If left unchecked, she’d probably have his entire case dismantled within the next twenty-four. He wouldn’t let that happen. Jack sealed that vow by slamming on the brakes at the very last second and bringing the truck to a shuddering halt at the very end of the drive. The sudden stop had the ass of the truck lifting slightly and Kathy throwing out a hand to keep herself from flying into the dash.
“My, aren’t we in a temper.” Kathy smirked as she straightened up. “I would think they’d train you Fed boys to control your emotions a little better.”
Jack growled over that taunting reminder of his mistake. It was a mistake that needed to be corrected. Sliding across the seat, Jack crowded Kathy against the back of her door while he tried
to ignore the sweet scent of cherries mixed with the spicy musk of a hot, wet pussy waiting to be played with. Instead he did his best to remain intimidating as he loomed over the little woman, hoping to show he had the muscles to enforce his will.
“The sheriff told you to stay the hell out of this. Amanda told you to mind your own business. Do you really want me to say it, Miss Coben?”
“What I really want is for you to tell me where the twenty-five million dollars is, but I got used to disappointment last night.”
For a second the flash of white-hot fury blinded Jack. The volatile emotion mixed with the lust already boiling through his blood to bring Jack to the very edge of his self-control. A part of him really wanted to give in and let her rob him of all restraint. That would be one victory Jack would never allow Kathy to celebrate. Before he caved to temptation, Jack jerked himself back into his seat and popped the clutch. The truck leapt forward onto the highway with enough force to send Kathy flying into the dash a second time.
“You don’t want to push me on this, Kathy.” Jack risked raking her voluptuous frame with a lecherous look. “You won’t handle prison well.”
“That’s a bad bluff, Agent Harrington,” Kathy warned him. “We both know you won’t risk your case just to see me in cuffs. Just like we both know if you arrest me, I don’t have a lot of incentive to keep my mouth shut about things you don’t want to be spread around.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Technically, I’m blackmailing you.” She didn’t sound the least bit concerned over her own confession. “And might I add I’m better at it than you.”
“And you’re forgetting who owes who seventy-two hours of service,” Jack snarled back, hating the feeling that she might be right. “You best remember…damnit!”
Kathy cut him off without a word. Jack caught the motion of her arms lifting out of his peripheral vision and the whole truck swerved as he turned to watch Kathy pull her shirt right off. The fact that they were in his truck, speeding down the highway, didn’t stop his cock from beginning to pant. Already painfully hard, his dick began to weep, threatening a full-on release in his jeans if he didn’t get into Kathy’s cunt soon.
The last thing Jack needed to do right then was torment himself by taking another peek, but he couldn’t stop. He found his eyes going dry as they locked on the sight of her full, golden breasts heaving behind the tight confines of her bra. The truck ran right off the road, bungling and thumping to a stop as his foot managed to find the brakes with no help from his brain.
Oh, sweet mercy above, she’d changed into red lace. The satiny fabric held those beautiful tits high, pressing her generous globes together in the most delicious stretch of cleavage that begged to be fucked. They’d be a soft, cool sheath to bury the burning length of his cock into—one that ended in the moist heaven of those puckered lips.
No. No! NO! Jack ripped his gaze away from Kathy and slammed on the gas, spinning the truck back onto the highway. The damn woman did this to him every fucking time. She was driving him absolutely nuts.
Jack snarled to himself as he forced his eyes to remain on the road and his hands on the steering wheel. He would not be manipulated. He was in control. No pint-size vixen from some hillbilly town was going to change that.
“What do you think you are doing?” The answer might be obvious, but the question was the only thing that came to Jack’s lust-starved mind right then.
“Well, it’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”
Kathy’s shirt dropped onto Jack’s lap followed almost instantly by a scrap of red lace. The sight of those empty cups made it hard to breathe much less follow the rest of her explanation.
“And you did just issue a challenge.”
From the motions Jack caught out of the side of his eyes he could tell Kathy had started pulling her skirt around to reach the zipper. There would be no saving him if she managed to get it off, but he really wanted to see what she looked like wearing nothing but a wisp of red panties. The desperation not to falter made him even harsher in his response.
“Yeah, I’ve seen it and I’m not interested in getting another look, so why don’t you stop embarrassing yourself and put your clothes back on?”
Chapter 9
Kathy’s hand stilled at that insult. It took her back because until that moment she was pretty damn sure the one thing Jack couldn’t do was resist her. Not that she’d been planning to give away the candy, but she’d have enjoyed taunting him with it. So okay, maybe she’d been hoping he’d go all macho again and leave her no option but to give in to his lusts. She had reason to dream given the boner Jack sported.
Kathy’s gaze dropped to admire the massive bulge forcing Jack to drive with his legs spread a little too wide. It hadn’t withered in the last minute. So why had he just upped his asshole credentials with a line certain to make sure she never let him in her bed? Maybe he liked the challenge, wanted to see how pissed he could get her and still make her bend over on his command. There might be some logic to that explanation, but it didn’t fit. Not completely.
“No,” Kathy whispered as the answer came to her. “This isn’t about a challenge. This is about power.”
“I don’t know—”
“It’s about control.”
“It’s about you being indecently exposed on a public highway. We’re not living in a movie, you know?” Jack spat. His harsh tone didn’t disguise the way his knuckles went white around the steering wheel.
“You never give it up.” That kind of saddened Kathy. “You’re the master, always in control, never giving in to your passions and never knowing the true pleasure of a release.”
“Damnit,” Jack growled as Kathy’s skirt plopped onto the floorboard. “Don’t do this.”
“Do what?” Kathy curled up onto the seat and crawled across until her breast pressed into Jack’s arm. He flinched at the contact. A slight motion that matched the hard shudder that raced over his stomach as Kathy slid a hand over his thigh to cover the bulge pulsing beneath his jeans. “Show you what you’ve been missing?”
“No,” Jack denied but didn’t make any kind of move to stop the fingers she had working on his buttons.
“Yes,” Kathy breathed right into his ear, enjoying the way he shivered and twitched in response. Planting heated, suckling kisses across his neck, she worked her way back up to the arched curve of his lobe. “You want me. The only problem is you want me on your command. You want to demand to see my tits, order me to feed you my pussy, and tell me when to come. You know what I want? To watch you come. I want to show you how it feels to be so free.”
“Never going to happen.” It took four breaths for him to get each word out, but it only took Kathy one.
“Why don’t we test that theory?”
With that kind of challenge issued, Kathy knew he wouldn’t dare to stop her as she freed the last button his jeans. Hard and hot, his cock sprung eagerly into her waiting palm. Much more eager and responsive than its owner, the thick dick swelled in an eager display of greedy wantonness as she pumped her hand down his length.
For as much as Kathy knew Jack enjoyed the firm strokes, he managed to deprive her of any solid victory. Battle tense beside her, his knuckles had gone white around the steering wheel and he glared out at the road like he wanted to get out and kick its ass. The only sign of weakness he gave was the hard snort of air he sucked in as her fingers toyed with the sensitive cockhead weeping for attention. It would get it, because Kathy wouldn’t be satisfied until Jack was begging.
Slipping back so she could duck her head under his arm, Kathy got her first taste of victory when she lapped up the pre-cum trickling out of his cock. Instantly Jack cursed and the truck swerved. That was all the reaction Kathy needed to slip her lips around the flared ridge of his dick and give his tender head a fierce suck.
Not wanting to give him the chance to build up a resistance to a slow, sensual seduction, Kathy didn’t waste any time before settling in to tormen
t the arrogant DEA agent into pleading for more. Taking him all the way back to her throat, she swallowed, trying to suck as much of his dick as she could.
He was still too long for her to take him all. Keeping her hand fisted around the lower portion of his cock, she pumped him with each gliding stroke of her lips back up his satiny length. He was hot, the thick vein running down his cock pulsing faster and faster with each teasing swipe of her tongue followed by the hard press of her fingers.
All around her, she could feel Jack shaking. His breaths came in loud, labored pants that matched the escalating race of her mouth up and down his dick. The wild tempo consumed Kathy’s own passions. Soon all thoughts of games faded from her mind, replaced by the blind need to mount the delicious erection getting ready to explode in her mouth.
It would be hot to suck him off. Maybe the man would be gracious enough to return the favor, because right then her pussy dripped with the memory of Jack’s intimate kisses. Only it couldn’t wait and sent a desperate call for her free hand to come and pet herself into the same oblivion she was on the verge of sending Jack over. Her fingers barely brushed against the edge of her panties when a set of fingers bit into her wrist, jerking her hand back up.
“No,” Jack snapped. “You don’t see to your own needs. I see to them. And right now, I’m seeing to this.”
He buried his other hand in her hair, gripping her head and forcing her lips into an ever-increasing speed. Just like that he took control and rekindled the fight in Kathy’s gut. If he wanted this, then he could have it all to himself. Kathy let Jack have command of the moment, knowing it would trick him into lowering his defenses.
Sure enough, in less than a minute his breath was catching and all around her he was tightening with the final rush to release. Kathy felt the first brush of cum hit her mouth at the same second Jack’s muscles spasmed, weakening his hold enough for her to jerk free and send his spray flying straight up in a shower that covered most of his lap.