by Jenny Penn
“Purple?” Collin picked up the vibrator and studied it. “Why do women always choose Day-Glo colors to fuck themselves with?”
“Like I know.” Jack snorted, shooting Collin a hopeful look. “You didn’t bring anything, did you?”
“Wouldn’t that be useful?” Collin smirked as if he’d made a joke. “But no, sorry, man. I didn’t travel with a party pack.”
“You used to,” Jack muttered, trying to think of how hard it would be to get one of his buddies to ship a few things his way. That wouldn’t help him tonight, but Jack didn’t fool himself into thinking this would be a onetime event. Hell, he’d just met Kathy last night, and it would be the fourth time he fucked around with her.
“Yeah, well, then I got married.” Collin shoved away from the dresser to head for his seat. “That might have been as big a mistake as you’re about to make, but nobody could have stopped me, and I doubt anybody can stop you, except that you’re missing the woman.”
“Well, if I were a dumbass, I’d think she ran through the bathroom and escaped,” Jack explained as he walked over to the bed. Bending down, he latched onto the edge of the frame and lifted. “But since I’m not, I got to figure she’s right here. Hey, honey, you want to come out now?”
Plastered to the floor, Kathy looked up at him in shock. Jack couldn’t deny the thrill he got at seeing her with her eyes rounded in surprise and her full lips parted in slack-jawed amazement. Finally, he’d gotten the better of her. Jack savored her shock, knowing it wouldn’t last long. It didn’t.
“Fine.” In less than a second, Kathy shot to her feet and lifted a glare in his direction. He had to give her points for looking both haughty and indignant while being stark naked. “You can put my bed down now and my toys back because you’re not going to get to play with them. My answer is no, and as an officer of the law, I assume you know what that means.”
“I wouldn’t bank on it, baby.” Jack dropped her bed, letting the frame crash back to the floor under the weight of the mattress and box spring. “Since you’ve been listening all this time, you know your choices are either me…or him.”
“Like I said, sweet meat, he might be longer, but I’m thicker,” Collin called out cheerily, causing both Jack and Kathy to shoot him dirty looks.
“In your dreams.”
“More like yours, because I’m telling you both no.” Kathy tilted her chin higher and dared to challenge Jack again. “Now get the hell out of my house.”
“And I’m telling you, whether by your hand or mine, you’re going to be straddling that boy’s lap in the next minute.” Jack ignored her command, not concerned in the slightest at her rejection. “I want you on display, sunshine. I want to see just how creamy that cunt gets as you beg for more, so move it.”
“Damnit, Jack! I’m not kidding.”
“Neither am I.”
Kathy’s lips puckered as her scowl deepened. “You know if this were just sex, I would say yes, but we both know that’s not what you’re planning on. I won’t let you use sex as a weapon against me, Jack Harrington. I got more than enough men willing to fuck me not to have to put up with your crap just to get a little dick.”
“Who you calling little?” Jack wanted to smile at the way Kathy growled.
“You think I conspired with Will McKinney,” Kathy snapped out like that was new news. “That I’m guilty of murder and worse, and you’re going to plow your case for what? Just to teach me a lesson? Am I really worth that?”
“No, but I never said I thought you were guilty.” Jack barely managed to hold back the grin pulling at his lips when Kathy snorted at that, looking anything but relieved.
The dark glare she sent his way should only be worn by a woman fully clothed. Given Jack could see the pink, puckered tips her nipples had become and smell the thick cream beginning to glisten between her thighs, he couldn’t help but think all her indignation was nothing but for show. The woman couldn’t simply lie down and give in to her desires, but had to fight them. Well, Jack would give her something to fight against if that’s what it took to get her hot.
“Trust me, Kathy, I assured my superiors you were nothing more than a ditzy, small-town—”
“Excuse me?”
“—bubblehead whose—”
“I have never been ditzy a day in my life!”
“—imagination had gotten the better—”
“Bubblehead?”
“—of her and was now intent on interfering—”
“So says the man who’s got the purple head bobbing at the end of his cock!”
“—in our case no matter what danger—”
“The only danger here is your dick is about ready to burst your britches.”
“—she might place herself in or the cost it could have on those she supposedly cares about—”
“Oh, don’t try to guilt me.”
“—but they didn’t believe me.” Jack sighed over that bit as if it were the worst of what he said. Ignoring Kathy, all flushed and panting with her indignation, he tipped his head and appeared to consider his fate with mock bleakness. “So here I am, ready to serve my country.”
“Give it up!” Kathy huffed with a roll of her eyes. “You’re here for a payback. I seduced the truth out of you last night, and now you’re intent on fucking it out of me.”
“You got me drunk.” Jack couldn’t help the way he bristled over that reminder. It didn’t matter that he knew that’s just what Kathy wanted, he still leapt to her bait. “And if I was a woman it’d be called date rape, not seduction.”
“And what the hell do you call this?” Kathy’s shriek didn’t contain a hint of fear, nor was she cowering away from him.
Clearly exasperated, she’d spread her arms wide to gesture to the room at large. There was no way she didn’t know that her motions lifted her breasts, leaving the lush globes bouncing in an invitation Jack’s cock swelled to accept. Very soon, he intended to give in to the ache in his balls and take Kathy up on every single enticement her body issued.
“An interrogation of a hostile witness.”
“Oh, for God’s sakes!” Kathy snapped, reaching for the hem of his T-shirt. “Fine. Let’s have sex since you think that will just solve everything. Oh, wait, no it won’t! But I can see you need it proven to you, and I guess I can spare the five minutes it takes you.”
Jack had known she was going to fold, but he hadn’t anticipated her radical change in direction. It was a smooth move on her part, only she couldn’t seem to deliver on her threat. Kathy tried to tear his shirt from his body, fishing her hand in the soft fabric of his shirt and giving it a good yank. The cotton stretched, but didn’t shred, causing her to snarl as she put all her muscle into it.
“Problems, honey?” Jack didn’t even bother to keep the amusement from his tone, delighting at the way she just became more determined.
“No, fair,” Kathy grunted out as she used her second hand to try and tear through his collar. “Your clothes are made from like industrial-strength fabric.”
“More like cotton,” Jack corrected her, latching onto her wrists. He transferred them into one hand and simply lifted until she dangled before him like a wiggling fish on a wire. “And all these muscles, that’s what I like to call a sure thing.”
Jack loved the way she growled, her eyes flashing with the kind of fire that fueled the thickening odor of feminine arousal filling the air. His little vixen was wet and ready, but that didn’t stop her from fighting his hold.
“You think you’re so clever.” Kathy snorted, jerking hard in his grasp and setting those gorgeous tits free.
They bounced and jiggled with her every motion, hypnotizing Jack and making him deaf to whatever she mouthed off about. It didn’t matter. Nothing did. Not to Jack. His only concern right then was watching those tanned legs reach out and loop around his waist. The feel of her weight settling against him jerked Jack out of his fantasies.
He’d learned his lesson earlier about letting her rub u
p against him. Kathy was downright lethal when she ground that soft, sexy body of hers into a man. Right then, he could feel the heat of her pussy seeping through the denim to warm and lure his cock to Jack’s doom. If he wanted to stay in control of things, Jack had better act fast. With that panicked thought streaking through his mind, Jack peeled free simply by stepping back and holding Kathy well away from him.
“I thought we were going to do this,” Kathy pouted instantly. “And if we’re not, I’d like to put some clothes on.”
Kathy had to know that wouldn’t be happening, making her words more of a plea than a demand. That earned her a smirk as Jack took his time looking her over. “Gee, honey, I kind of like the outfit you’re wearing.”
“Ha. Ha,” Kathy grumped. “Seriously, Jack, you’ve been gawking at me for a half hour. You should be tired of your cheap thrill by now.”
“What do you think?” Forcing her to spin, Jack pulled her back into his chest and presented Kathy to Collin. Jack tossed that question over Kathy’s shoulder to where Collin reclined studying Kathy’s nude form with hungry eyes. “Can you imagine ever growing tired of this outfit?”
“Not in this lifetime.” Collin’s accent had thickened, a clear sign his old buddy was drunk on lust. “Tell me, are my eyes lying or is that pussy wet?”
“Oh, yeah.” Jack assured Collin. “And it smells sweet.”
Transferring both of Kathy’s wrists into one of his fists, Jack flattened his free hand over her quivering stomach muscles and chased the tremors all the way to the heated proof of her desire. Taking Collin’s captive gaze with him, he stroked the back of his fingers over the smooth skin of Kathy’s mound.
“Soft as silk,” Jack growled, losing himself for a second in the sultry cream dampening his fingers. Helpless to deny the pussy weeping for attention, he gave in to temptation and dipped one finger between her swollen folds to tease her clit with a whisper of a caress. Kath moaned, a husky, fuck-me-now sound that matched the needy arch of her hips as she lifted toward his touch.
“So damn wet.” Jack pulled his hand back before she led him astray. It took all his strength and self-control to hold back, but he managed to sound calm even if he was a little hoarse. “And ready to be fucked, isn’t that right, honey?”
Kathy’s head tipped back, her lashes lifting to reveal a gaze that smoldered with as much hunger as her husky voice. “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have let Collin undress me. You really should try to keep up, stud.”
Naked, captive, and so hot the arousal creaming between her legs scented the air with the heavy musk of a woman in desperate need, yet Kathy still dared to challenge him. The wicked curl of her parted lips only tempted his more feral instincts to surge forth and return her smile along with proof of his power over her.
“I’ll try, Miss Coben,” Jack assured her as he hooked his hands around her waist.
It took him three steps to reach Collin and drop Kathy into his lap, giving him the reprieve he needed before he snapped and gave in to the rush of lust her smile had sent boiling out of his balls. The damn woman was lethal to touch, but this damn time, Jack would get his answers.
* * * *
Kathy draped her legs over Collin’s, shooting Jack a dirty look, not that he bothered to notice. There would be no more point to arguing with him, especially not when he had it right. She didn’t really want to be anywhere else right now. That didn’t mean she planned on making things easy, at least not for Jack. Collin, on the other hand, had twelve inches of hard cock that hadn’t had three releases in the last twenty-four hours. That made him much more vulnerable and, as she noted before, clearly the more willing.
Intent on testing Collin’s resistance, Kathy squirmed in his hold. Worried as she might be over what came next, she still gave the hard ridge of his erection the best massage she could, knowing he enjoyed the rough rubbing from the way he growled. The dangerous sound rumbled through his chest, tickling Kathy’s back as his arm tightened over her waist. He snuggled her deeper into his lap, grinding his thick dick deeper into her ass.
“Welcome back, sweet meat.” The husky want in Collin’s voice sent a shiver racing over Kathy’s spine. The tingle bloomed into a shudder as his hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider over his. “We are glad to have you on board again.”
“I’m glad to be back.” Kathy’s voice trembled over the words, but there was nothing shaky about the grin she shot Jack. His scowl deepened at her smile, prompting Kathy to taunt him with something to really frown over. “I missed you, too, stud. It seems to me everybody’s worrying about what Jack wants, but you’re the one not getting served. So how about we take care of you now, and satisfy your rather growing problem.”
Kathy was too focused on Jack and his response to catch the swing of Collin’s hand until it was too late. The crack of his palm over her cunt sent a bolt of pure fire racing up her cheeks as her pussy contracted with a need so painful her hips lifted toward the heat even as her thighs clenched in a desperate attempt to close and protect her vulnerable flesh.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Collin taunted her, using his knees to keep her legs spread for his pleasure. “I thought you were going to give me what I wanted, and I want you just like this. Now scream for me, sweet meat.”
That’s just what Kathy did as his hand slapped down over her pussy in a second stinging smack. This time her clit took a hard blow from the heel of his hand. She tried to swallow the rapture that seared out of her cunt but couldn’t deny him the wanton sound that echoed up along with the flush of arousal. Her fingers curled into tight fists as her nails dug into his jeans, giving her something to hold on to as the blows began raining down over her molten flesh with such speed and heat that she couldn’t tell one from another.
Kathy mewled as he pounded her pussy harder, until she began to convulse with the first quakes of release. Her pussy pulsed with a rapture so searing she didn’t have the mind left to know her own name. She knew, though, the second his finger stilled, leaving her trembling on the very edge of madness. Only insanity could explain why she whimpered and begged.
Some desperate part of Kathy believed Collin might actually appease the clenching ache in her cunt as he cupped her mound, trapping the heat of her punishment against her enflamed flesh. His thick, callused fingertips teased her, lightly tracing over her intimate folds and brushing over her clit with tormenting lightness before dipping down to subtly press against the tight entrance of her cunt just enough to make her muscles tense in anticipation.
“Well now, sweet meat,” Collin purred, his chin coming to rest on her shoulder, “I think you might have liked your punishment a little too much. What do you think, Jack?”
“I think it’s time to see if she feels like answering a few questions.” Rough and husky, Jack’s tone betrayed his enjoyment of the show Collin had made of her.
“Hmm, let’s see about that.” Collin turned his attention back to Kathy, who still hadn’t caught her breath or an intelligent thought. “So, sweet meat, you ready to tell us why you went to see Benny?”
Kathy knew the answer to that, but all that came out was a guttural groan.
“I’m sorry, honey, but being too blissed out is not an excuse not to answer. Never fear, I got the cure.”
Chapter 15
Collin did, too, managing to bust the hazy bubble of lust that consumed Kathy with one simple slip of his finger downward. Following the path the cream weeping from her pussy left, his fingertip traced its way between the cheeks of her ass to press against the puckered entrance he found hidden there. It only took one knuckle length stretching her untried muscles to have Kathy straightening up with sudden alarm. Her eyes, having fallen closed, popped back open as the world came into sharp focus.
Jack’s own narrowed, hungry gaze fixated on Collin’s hand, tracking every movement of his fingers. Those dark eyes glowed with a feral intensity that had Kathy swallowing. She couldn’t deny that despite the tension that gripped, or perhaps because of it, the fizz
y delight bubbling through her deepened and darkened into a richer kind of pleasure as she found herself caught between Jack’s penetrating stare and Collin’s wicked touch.
“You back with us, sweet meat?” Like well-aged bourbon, Collin’s heady tone packed a punch but not one nearly as strong as that naughty finger sliding deeper into her ass.
“Yes,” Kathy whispered, her own voice betraying both her excitement and nervousness. Her muscles tightened over the penetration, her ass burning even as it clung to the single digit, sucking Collin’s finger deeper.
“Good, now do me a favor and just breathe,” Collin whispered, rubbing his chin along her shoulder to place soft, ticklish kisses up her neck. “I promise it will only get better.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Kathy admitted, giving in to the heated timbre of his tone and melting back into his hold. Adjusting to the foreign feel of her ass being stretched, she did as Collin bid and forced her muscles to relax.
“There’s nothing to fear,” Jack assured her in a tone harsh enough to have her tensing anew. “At least not if you’re honest with me. Now what were you doing at Benny’s?”
Kathy gritted her teeth as she sought an answer that would not only satisfy them but wouldn’t betray any confidences. She felt stuck, pulled by conflicting loyalties. Amanda was one of her oldest, closest friends, but she had known Benny longer. More than that, she ached. Stretched out on Collin’s lap with her cunt on fire, Kathy found it very hard to think past the need making her pussy clench painfully with the demand to be filled. The alarm she felt over Collin’s other touch made her decision for her.
“I went to talk to Benny because his trailer faces Will’s house,” Kathy explained. She might be desperate to find the answer that would satisfy them both, but she hadn’t lost enough of her mind to blab like a broken doll. “That’s it, and you already knew that, so there is no need to be so mean.”
“Mean?” Jack lifted a brow at that word, casting a surprised glance over her shoulder at Collin. “Are we being mean?”