Jump: Book 7 in the Vengeance MC series

by Natasha Thomas

  “Hey, are you okay?” Zara asks gently placing her arm around my waist.

  “No, but I will be,” I return softly.

  Grinning at me, she waggles her eyebrows, saying, “On the plus side, there’s a huge mountain of sexy out in the waiting room who’s been asking to see you since he got here an hour ago. I tried to get him back here to see you, but the nurses said family only.”

  “Alright, so how did you get back here then?” “Oh, well I told them I was your sister of course,” she winks, leading me out of the sterile cubical that has been my prison for the last few hours.

  Snorting at how ridiculous that sounds, considering Zara and I couldn’t look more different if we tried, I follow her lead as we wind our way through the corridors to the elevator that will take us to the third floor.

  Five inches taller than my five-foot-one, our hair color maybe the same, both of us having long black hair that reaches halfway down our back, but that’s literally where the similarities end. And even then, Zara’s is streaked with vibrant splashes of pink and purple, while mine is just plain, old, boring black.

  Where Zara has a naturally tanned skin, mine is pale and burns easily in the sun. I have one tattoo just below my belly button of an iris, while Zara has one arm that is completely covered from shoulder to wrist in colorful designs and a large family tree on her back. She has multiple piercings, including her tongue, a Monroe, and her nipples, where I have none, not even my ears. But the biggest difference between us is our shape.

  Zara has the body of an athlete, which I suppose is to be expected when you work as an elite personal trainer and your husband owns a gym, and she has curves in all the right places. I would give just about anything to have a body like hers, but alas, after dancing for most of my life, that simply isn’t going to happen.

  My body is what is referred to as lithe; a polite term meaning skinny with no curves to speak of. There was a time after I stopped dancing competitively that I considered getting a boob job, and I would have if my sister, Ella hadn’t talked me out of it.

  Ever since I can remember, Ella, and my brother, Zane, have told me that I’m perfect just the way I am. And while I don’t have body image issues per say, I’m not altogether happy with the way I look either. It’s easy for someone with big breasts, a rounded bottom that fills out a pair of jeans nicely, and curvy hips to tell you that you’re beautiful, but believing it is a different thing entirely.

  See, I grew up surrounded by women who could grace the pages of a pin-up magazine. My mom, sister, aunt, and grandma all have perfectly proportioned hourglass figures with more than enough to spare in the boob department. Whereas I barely fill a B-cup on a good day, my hips are practically non-existent, and the only thing I have going for me is, even though I’m short, my legs are long and toned from all the years I spent dancing.

  By the time Zara and I reach the third floor, I’m utterly exhausted by the myriad of thoughts running through my head. All I want to do is see Sarge and then go home and sleep for a week. However, when we walk around the last corner, I sigh, knowing that isn’t on the card for me anytime in the near future.

  CHAPTERSIX ~ AustinMasters ~

  “Youcall it showingsomeonehowmuchyou care about them,but us police officers call itindecentexposure.”

  –Austin to the hornyteenagershe pulled over during a traffic stop “Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter as I follow silently behind the woman who’s been avoiding me for the last week and a half.

  When I heard dispatch report there had been a single car accident on the highway six miles before the Lower Falls exit, my stomach dropped to my feet. Don’t ask me how I knew Mia was in that vehicle but I did. My heart told me the woman I fell in love with the moment I laid eyes on her six months ago was hurt, and there was fuck all I could do about it.

  As one of only two detectives in the Waterfield police department, it isn’t my job to attend traffic calls unless there is no one else available. And wouldn’t you know it, tonight was a slow night, meaning there were plenty of uniforms free to take the call. Regardless of how much I wanted to be there to make sure Mia was going to be okay, I couldn’t just show up at the scene without a good reason.

  The day I met Mia Reynolds, my soul recognized her as one of my missing pieces. Everything about her called to me in a visceral way I couldn’t ignore. She is the epitome of beauty, grace, and sweetness, and all I wanted to do when I saw her biting her bottom lip, trying to decide which cereal to buy was scoop her up into my arms and never let her go. There has only been one other time in my life I felt like that, but that was years ago, and a time I’m better off trying to forget.

  At first, Mia was so shy she could barely tell me her name without blushing. She didn’t look at me when I spoke to her, and it took seventeen attempts to get her to agree to go out on a date with me. Yeah, I can be a persistent motherfucker when I want something, and in this case, it was Mia I wanted.

  I promised myself I’d take things slow with her, wine and dine her, prove that I’m a good guy worthy of her trust as I tried to win her heart, but my best-laid plans fell down in a heaping pile of shit the moment I picked her up for our first date.

  Dressed in a pale blue sundress that matched her eyes and covered her to about mid-thigh, all thoughts of slow and patient flew out the window. I wanted nothing more the second our eyes met than to pull her into my arms and kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her. She was a vision. A fucking delectable, tempting vision that played havoc with my selfcontrol.

  Our first date led to a second, which earned me a third then a fourth, and before either of us realized it, we’d seen each other every night for a month. I took Mia out to dinner, the movies, a college football game that she was adamant she wanted to see, and I cooked for her at my house. We did everything a normal couple would do, minus the sleeping together.

  It took a full week before Mia gave in and allowed me to kiss her, but when she did, it felt as if I’d finally come home.

  Mia has a mouth designed to drive a man crazy. Her lips are soft and full, the bottom one a little larger than the top, making it a perfect cupid’s bow. If I didn’t know better from our conversations over the last week, the way Mia tentatively touched her tongue to mine would have made me think she was as innocent as she looks.

  Part of me wishes she were, that I was the first man to claim her mouth, to touch her in any way. The other part of me is glad she’s been kissed before because now I can show her what it feels like to be with a real man. One that would worship the ground she walks on and treat her like a queen if only she’ll drop her walls and let me in.

  I won’t lie and say that kissing Mia didn’t have me wanting to rip her clothes off and make love to her until she screamed my name and begged me to stop because I did. I was desperate to touch her, to reveal every inch of her porcelain skin and pay homage to it with my hands and my mouth. My cock wanted the same thing. I was hard, aching, and thought the insistent throbbing was going to drive me out of my damn mind, but I wouldn’t push her. It was obvious Mia wasn’t ready to take that step with me yet, and I respected that.

  That’s not to say I didn’t go home and jerk off in the shower to vivid images of her tight, little nipples in my mouth, and how wet her cunt would be for me when I finally got inside of her because I did that too. Truth be told, I’ve reverted to doing just that every night since Mia started ignoring me.

  Three months after we met, Mia invited me to her house for pizza and a movie. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, it was something we did at least twice a week, so when she answered the door in a tiny, silk negligee, I almost passed the fuck out.

  I’d fantasized about making love to Mia for so long, that the vision of her standing in the doorway practically offering herself up to me on a silver platter was more than I could bare.

  Crowding her against the wall next to her front door, I kicked it shut with the toe of my boot, and kissed her like my life depended on it. Her hair cascaded over her
shoulders, giving me the leverage I needed when I bunched it in my fist and tilted her head to grant me better access.

  Knowing that my control was slipping, that if I didn’t get inside Mia soon, I’d make a fool of myself and come in my pant, my hands found their way to her ass as I lifted her into my arms. Her legs automatically wrapped around my waist as I carried her to her bedroom where I lay her down gently in the center and took a step back so that I look my fill.

  Mia’s eyes are hooded with lust, and she’s rubbing her thighs together restlessly as I take my time perusing her body. I want to memorize every inch of her, commit the slope of her breasts, the slight indent of her waist, and her perfect cunt clearly visible through her soaking wet panties to memory.

  My blood is hot as it courses through my veins, the animal inside me is begging me to let him at her. I won’t, though. I’ll fight back the urge to pound into Mia like a man possessed indefinitely if I have to because I can’t risk scaring her with my darker, more carnal desires.

  I was sixteen when I figured out why I would never be entirely satisfied after having vanilla sex with a woman. By accident, I’d come across a magazine at a friend’s house when I was looking for something else, which was filled with images of naked men in various poses, stroking their cocks. A few of the pictures showed two men fucking a dark haired woman at the same time; one cock in her ass and the other in her pussy. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, and my dick wholeheartedly agreed.

  That magazine found its way into my backpack, and over the next year, I spent hours envisioning myself as one of the men on those pages. I imagined myself sliding into the dark haired woman’s cunt as the other man in my fantasy worked his way into her tight ass. But that’s not where my fantasy ended, not by a long shot.

  I couldn’t shake the thought of a strong, calloused hand wrapping around my cock as the man it’s attached to took my dick in his mouth and sucked me off. His stubble rasping against the sensitive skin on my inner thighs, his large hand caressing my balls as I blew my load down his throat made me hotter than hell.

  Regardless of the fact I’d realized my cock responded to both men and women, I knew one or the other would never be enough. I needed both. I craved both. At the same time.

  It wasn’t until two years later when I met Patrick, that I opened myself up to the possibility of falling in love with a man. We were eighteen and still in high school, but that didn’t change how hard and fast I fell for him. He was magnetic. I was attracted to him like I’d never been attracted to anyone ever before, and that remained true, even years after what we had ended until I met Mia, and fell all over again.

  Looking down at the woman splayed across the bed whose body is vibrating with the need for me show her pleasure the likes of which she’s never experienced before, my heart skips a beat. Mia is so beautiful, so fucking perfect for me that I’m terrified when she eventually finds out that my intention is to keep her, and at the same time, share her with another man who will be a permanent part of our relationship that she’ll leave.

  And I wouldn’t blame her is she did. That’s a lot to take in for a woman with a lot of sexual experience, let alone one that has next to none. But those are thoughts better left unexplored for now. They will only lead to me second guessing myself, and the last thing I want is for Mia to think my retreat into my head has anything to do with her.

  “Austin,” Mia murmurs. Crawling onto the bed, I grip her thighs and push them open so that I can kneel between her legs. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that Mia’s skin is as soft as satin or that her she smells so sweet, but it does. Every time I thought of her like this, I didn’t do her justice. Not even remotely.

  “Yeah, sweetheart,” I smile back, running my hands from her ankles up the length of her legs until my thumbs are caressing the damp fabric of her panties.

  The way her underwear outlines the pouty lips of her pussy, the fact that I can see that Mia’s shaved bare and the scent of her cunt is intoxicating. I’m addicted to this woman, which is a sobering thought since I haven’t even had my first taste of her yet. Something I plan on rectifying in the next five seconds.

  “I’m going to put my mouth on you now, sweetheart,” I warn Mia, pushing her legs even further apart. “I’m going to eat your beautiful pussy until you come all over my tongue, and then I’m going to make love to you for the rest of the night until you’re begging me to stop. If this isn’t what you want, say so now, because there’s no way when my face is buried between your legs that I’ll be able to stop.”

  “Please,” Mia whimpers, letting me know she’s as desperate for me as I am for her. With one rough tug, I destroy her panties, tearing them from her body. If I had my way, Mia would never wear panties ever again, but it’s a little too soon to be making those kinds of demands, so I’ll wait until the second time I’ve made love to her before issuing that command.

  As promised, I lower myself between Mia’s thighs and without warning bury my face in her pussy. At the first swipe of my tongue through her dripping wet folds, Mia’s back arches off the bed as she lets out a needy moan.

  Mia tastes fucking amazing. Sweet honey and just as potent, I lick her from back to front, circling her clit gently. Honestly, eating a woman out isn’t my favorite thing to do, but then, I hadn’t tasted Mia yet. Now, I think that I might just be able to die a happy man if I can have the privilege of devouring her cunt at least once a day for the next fifty or so years.

  The last woman I gave oral to was the wife of a friend of mine. Jase, a firefighter with the Waterfield fire department, asked if I’d be interested in joining him and his wife, Sissy as their third. Apparently, the couple weren’t strangers to inviting another man into their marital bed, so once we laid down the ground rules and came to an agreement, I figured what the hell. Why not? I wasn’t in a relationship and they wanted to explore their sexual boundaries, which worked for me.

  I’ve always liked pushing my partners outside their comfort zone, and finding a couple willing to experiment with whatever side of kink I brought to the table was rare. As it turned out, what I thought would be a one-time deal with Jase and Sissy, in actuality turned into a four-monthlong fuckfest.

  Interestingly, it was Sissy who put a stop to it, not Jase like I’d expected. She was jealous of the way Jase reacted to my cock in his ass and how hard he came when I sucked him off. Truthfully, she had every reason to be.

  Our temporary threesome ended fourteen months ago; two months later Jase filled for a divorce and is now happily engaged to Shane, a former firefighter who now runs dispatch for the WPD and WFD.

  Jase is a great guy, so I’m glad he’s happy now, and I wish them the best of luck, but I still feel somewhat responsible for the breakdown of his marriage.

  Slipping a finger inside Mia’s pussy, I block out everything except for how she feels, the sexy sounds she makes, and how responsive she is. Her clit is already swollen and throbbing. She’s ready for me to make her come harder than she ever has before, but while I’ll bring her close to the edge, Mia won’t be going over without my cock buried inside her.

  Mia’s pleasure is all I care about as I kiss her delicious pussy the same way I kissed her mouth. My tongue darts in and out of her tight hole, tasting more of her cream with every thrust. She’s begging and crying my name, which only makes me harder but she’s not ready for me yet.

  Although I plan on making love to Mia, I won’t be gentle. I’ve been waiting what feels like my whole life for this woman, and I have no doubt the second that I’m inside her my restraint will disappear. Hence, me making damn sure she’s prepared to take all twelve inches I have to give her. And before you ask, no, I’m not exaggerating. One of the women I fucked years ago really did measure it.

  My hands clench into fists in the sheets beside Mia’s hips when her fingers rake through my hair, finding my biggest weakness. I fucking love my hair being played with, pulled, torn out at the roots during sex. The rougher, the better.


  It’s magnificent driving a woman so insane with need that she loses control and tries to top from the bottom. A bit like Mia is trying to do now.

  Guiding me by the hair to where she needs me most, Mia attempts to use force to get me to focus on her clit. What she doesn’t realize is that her desperation only turns me on more. Unfurling my hand from the sheets, I use two fingers to hold Mia’s pussy open and watch as three of the thick fingers on my other hand plunge in and out of her cunt.

  Soon her hips are rocking her pussy against my mouth like a woman possessed. Her moans become insistent and louder as I drive my fingers deeper, curling them toward me to stimulate the small bundle of nerves that will make her orgasm that much more intense.

  “Are you ready yet, sweetheart?” I ask, not expecting her to answer me. “You feel ready,” I mutter, shoving my fingers into her cunt roughly. “You fucking taste ready,” I say on a low growl as I suck her cream off my digits.

  “Oh shit, Austin. I’m going to come,” Mia pants, canting her hips faster. “No, you’re fucking not. Not until my cock’s buried inside your tight, hot cunt.” Abruptly pulling my fingers back and positioning myself over top of her, my cock grazes her distended clit, just before I slam into her pussy in one brutal thrust.

  Mia bites down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, at the same time, I notice tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. Pulling back slowly, my breath stalls in my lungs. Fuck, I’ve hurt her. Jesus, what the fuck have I done? The one person I never wanted to cause pain is lying beneath me in tears because of my selfishness.

  “Please don’t stop,” she whimpers, wriggling as she tries to find an angel she’s more comfortable with.

  “God, baby,” I rumble. “I’m so fucking sorry.” Stroking her fingertips down my cheek, Mia shakes her head.

  “You have nothing to be sorry for. Aside from twice a year ago, it’s been a really long time for me, Austin. I didn’t think you’d be so big, but that kinda explains why it hurt at first.”