Bullet Series Box Set Books 1-8

by Jade C. Jamison

  He was moving fast this time, pushing up on the bottom of her tank top, down on his knees, licking her navel. What was his fascination with the belly ring? On occasion, she’d questioned the decision to be pierced there, especially the time it had gotten infected, but she couldn’t regret it anymore. He kissed a line back up as his hands pulled the top over her head. As she brought her hands back down, she wound them through his hair. His lips collided with hers once more and then he scooped her up, wrapping her legs around his torso like a surgical glove.

  She could feel him, hard as granite underneath her, and if she’d thought she’d been wet before, she’d had no idea. She’d already forgotten the worry she’d felt all afternoon, because in just a few short moments, Ethan had taken her from anxious to desirous, and all she wanted now was to feel him inside her.

  He walked into her room and lay her on her bed, looking down at her. His brows made him look mysterious this late afternoon, as though he really did have secrets he wanted to share with her. His eyes were smoky and heavy lidded, and the look on his face should have made her feel scared. He looked hungry, insatiable, and as he leaned over and kissed her again, she wondered if he would devour her.

  The thought evaporated, though, as she felt his fingers on the button of her jean shorts. God, he wasn’t wasting any time. She wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers again. He lapped at her like a man dying of thirst, like she was his last time to ever be with a woman, as though he’d never drink water again, and she was a well of the sweetest liquid ever tasted.

  He tugged on her shorts and then her panties, and he moved his lips to her neck again. He sat up to pull her shorts and panties all the way off. She was wearing no shoes, red nail polish the only thing on her feet. He ran his hands up her inner thighs from just inside her knees, causing a shiver to speed through her body and vibrate through to her core. Her breathing quickened, and when he touched the inside of her thigh with his lips, she realized he was going to go down on her again.

  This time, though, he wasn’t fucking around. He placed his hands on her uppermost thighs, where they attached to her entire underside, and used that position to force her legs farther apart. From there, he was able to pry her folds apart with his thumbs, and then he brought his face down to her. She reached above her head to pull a pillow down underneath her head. Just as she’d slid it under, she felt his tongue flick her clit—just once. She sucked in a breath of air and looked at him, her fist still clenched on the pillow, the other moving to her breast. “You like that?” he asked.

  She couldn’t help but smile. He was teasing her. But the smile faded. “Yeah.”

  He smirked and then diverted his attention to her pussy. Unlike the last time, he wasn’t taking his time. His tongue was brushing beside her clit first—up and down, up and down, and he was moving fast…and then he homed in on her clit. She went from aroused to on fire and ready to explode in seconds. She felt a moan pour out of her mouth, and she squeezed on her breast, unable to handle the intensity. And then he stopped.

  Her muscles were so tight, they felt like they might snap. She looked down at Ethan. He was smiling again, looking devious. “I don’t want this over too soon.”

  Her breathing was ragged, as though she’d run miles already. She didn’t want to seem desperate, but she couldn’t take it. “Oh, God, Ethan.”

  He was still smiling at her, but it grew wider. “There you go again. I need to make this a religious experience, do I?”

  “I think you’re already close.”

  “That’s what I want to hear. Let’s go, baby.” He stroked her with his tongue again, once, twice, three times, and she could tell she was just getting wetter. His hands were pushing hard against her legs, a sensation that just added to it. He sped his tongue up again, and her breathing nearly matched the intensity and speed.

  She wriggled under his hands, feeling the need to tilt her pelvis, but she knew already he didn’t need her help. He had this. She held the hair on his head in her hand taut, needing release, but it felt so far away. Her other hand continued holding her breast, using it almost like an anchor, because she knew she’d need a place to land when she came down. And bam…there it was, so close, but it kept easing back, and she knew it was because of his hands pushing against her. It was almost painful, and it counterbalanced the pleasure that was teasing her away from the edge. She knew it was going to happen, but every time it started, it eased back.

  She tried to relax, and she focused on her breathing and the intense crazy feelings below. She took another gulp of air and there…it almost was, backing off once more. She moaned in frustration, taking two more deep breaths of air and trying to relax, and that’s when it finally washed over her, heavy and hard and like a tidal wave. “Fuuuuuuck.” That wasn’t the only word out of her mouth, but it was the first in a stream of groans, cries, and impassioned cursing.

  Her legs were quivering, and she was ready to beg for mercy, but Ethan held her legs down and kept it up. “Stop…stop.” He did but kissed the bend in her leg and kept kissing up her tummy. Her skin was sensitive and it felt ticklish, but it wasn’t as bad as the direct sensations he’d been hitting her with. She felt drained now but satisfied. He slid his hands underneath her, and she felt him unhooking her bra. Oh, no…she couldn’t handle him touching her there now, but he only took it off her. Funny, because she was now completely naked, and he was still wearing clothes from head to toe.

  “How you doin’, baby?” He kissed her shoulder.

  “I think I’m dead now. Is this what heaven looks like?” He started laughing and then lay next to her. She let out a long, slow breath. She did feel fucking incredible. “Take your shoes off.”

  He chuckled. “Demanding, are we?”

  “Just do it.” He sat up and started unlacing his boots. “As soon as I have my strength back, I’ll rip the rest of your clothes off, but I don’t want to deal with those laces.”

  She looked at his back while he took his boots off. Ethan Richards really was a good-looking guy from head to toe. His back was half-covered in tattoos, his hair hanging past his neck. It wasn’t as long as a couple of other members of his band, but it was plenty long. And he was in decent shape, much better than she would have ordinarily expected from a recovering addict. More than that, though, was exactly what he’d said all along…underneath it all, they had something in common. They understood each other. And, in spite of what she could see could be unpleasant tendencies with this man, she knew he was good underneath it all.

  He lay back down on the bed and rolled to face her, propping his head on his hand. “Seriously, how you doin’?”

  She looked into his captivating green eyes and stroked his cheek. “Great.” She smiled and used her hand behind his neck to pull his lips down to hers again. He’d been hard not long ago, and she wondered how he was maintaining. She let her hand trail down the front of his t-shirt, down past his waistband, and she cupped him. Oh, yes, he was still hard. She loved feeling it. It was hard like that for her, and that was a turn on all by itself. He made a little noise in the back of his throat. She loved that.

  She needed to repay him for the crazy rockin’ orgasm he’d just bestowed on her with his expert tongue. So she sat up and pulled his shirt up over his head. He helped take it off the rest of the way once it reached his wrists and then she pushed against him with her other hand, urging him to lie on his back.

  She straddled him then, and she could feel his jeans absorbing all the residual wetness from her pussy. As she leaned over to kiss him, she scooted farther down so she could feel his hard on grinding into her. No, she wasn’t worried about herself this time; it was his turn, but she still loved how he felt against her.

  He grabbed her breasts, exploring their curvature, and then teased the hardened tips with his thumbs. He wasn’t making this easy. She kissed him hard and then slid down further, kissing his chest, then moving to kiss one of his nipples. She swirled her tongue around it, then s
ucked on it, ending with a little nip. He moaned and she felt his fingers wind into her hair.

  She moved down, kissing the trail of hair that led to underneath his jeans. She unfastened his belt first, and then she undid the button and unzipped him just as fast. Oh, God, he was so hard. She stroked him through his boxer briefs and then pulled them up and over his hard on. Then she grabbed the jeans and shorts together and pulled them down. The jeans were so snug, it wasn’t easy, but he bent his knees to help. The look on his face was classic. He was enjoying himself. She hoped to make it even better. She threw the clothes on the floor on the side next to Ethan and got back up on the bed. Then she put her fingers on his knees. She planned to tease him too, and so she made her index and middle fingers walk like legs up his thighs. His skin was smooth but hairy as her fingers made their journey upward.

  Oh, fuck it. She couldn’t tease him. Halfway up his thighs, she leaned over and took his cock in her hand. She held it firmly, massaging the underside with her thumb in an up-and-down fashion. He let out a breath, and she knew she was on the right track.

  She smiled, watching his eyes roll back in his head and she leaned over. She licked the head like she would an ice cream cone—a broad stroke. She could taste the saltiness of the pre-cum that must have mostly been absorbed by his underwear, and she licked again, this time swirling around the entire head. Then she took his head in her mouth and sucked lightly, inducing another moan. She continued to fondle him at the base while drawing him in and out of her mouth, moving slowly but rhythmically. She moved slowly at first, enjoying the feeling of his hands in her hair, the feel of the pressure of his fingers on her scalp, the slight tug on her hair, and she could tell he was enjoying it. So she sped up a little, hoping to get him closer. He groaned again and said, “Come here.”

  She looked up and sucked on him one more time. But then she licked him as she removed his cock from her mouth and said, “What?”

  “Come here. It feels too good, and I’m not ready to be done yet.”

  Her hand was still wrapped around the base of his cock, and she raised her eyebrows. She started rubbing her thumb up and down again and grinned. “You sure?”

  He smirked and sat up a little, moving his hands to under her arms, coaxing her up. “Yeah, I’m sure. I wanna be inside you, fill you up.” She crawled up to him and touched her nose to his. “You want to feel me inside you?”

  Her heart started racing. Yeah, she could go again. “Hell, yeah.”

  “Where’d you throw my pants?”

  She giggled and tilted her head toward the side of the bed. He sat up the rest of the way, letting her go, and reached for his jeans. He pulled his wallet out of the back pocket, and Jenna knew he was fetching a condom. Part of her felt bad that he was foregoing his pleasure for her sake, but she knew he would enjoy it just the same. He tore the package and pulled the condom out, sliding it down his shaft, and Jenna leaned over to kiss his neck. She wound her fingers through his hair, and as soon as he had the condom on, she led his lips to hers, guiding him by his hair. She felt his hands on her back, hot and rough, feeling her skin from her ass to her shoulder blades. She adjusted herself on his lap, and slid him inside her. “Oh, God.” Yeah, he felt good, and she knew she was close again already.

  She was at an angle to do a lot of the work herself, and it felt too good not to, so she pumped herself into him, and that’s when she felt his hands stop on her back, paused in the middle, palms flattened against her skin. She wanted to kiss him again, but she couldn’t focus past the pleasure down below. The condom took the edge off for him, though, she could tell, because he wasn’t as close as he’d been. He started kissing her neck, and she leaned back against his hands so he could kiss as far down as he wanted to. Her nipples felt like they were on fire, grinding into his chest, and he took one into his mouth, causing her to cry aloud.

  No, no. She wasn’t going to let herself orgasm again before he would. She sat back up and kissed him, and then pushed him so he lay with his back flat on the bed. She continued to ride him, grind into him, but the angle made it less intense, and her orgasm eased back. She glided her hands down his torso, then leaned down to kiss him, but then she guided her lips down to his nipple on the right-hand side, a spot that seemed sensitive on him, and she licked around it. Yeah, she’d been right. She had paused in her pumping, wanting him to focus on her mouth. He was. His hands went back in her hair. She sucked on it and then nipped it, ready to sit back up, but he groaned then. He really liked it. “God, just bite me already, would ya?” He was practically begging her.

  “You want me to bite you?”

  “Yeah…and then ride me hard.”

  She felt her eyebrows jump up her forehead. Oh, God…she’d never been asked to inflict any sort of pain on anyone, especially in the name of hot sex, but how could she turn him down? His eyes were so dark, so sexy, and she wanted to make him happy. She sucked on his nipple again, and then brought her teeth together. She heard him suck in a heavy breath. “You like that?”

  “Harder.”

  She couldn’t believe she was going to do it, but she licked him again and then bit down hard. She didn’t want to pierce his flesh and make him bleed, but she was going to get as close to that as possible. She bit down again, slowly, to gauge his response and he moaned, digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips. She let go of him and then started pumping on him hard, just as he’d asked. His eyes were squeezed shut, but he was close. She tilted her pelvis, now ready to enjoy herself as well, and slid him in the right spot to bring her to the top.

  It didn’t take long. She took a deep breath and felt herself buried in another orgasm, just as she felt Ethan’s hands clench around her waist again while he groaned. She kept shimmying her hips, not ready for her orgasm to end just yet.

  When they were both done, she leaned forward to rest her head on the pillow next to his. She felt his arm move up her back as he whispered, “Fucking perfect.” She didn’t know if he was talking about the sex or talking about her…and she really didn’t care.

  Chapter Twenty-three

  YEAH, ETHAN WAS feeling pretty high. He was falling for this girl, really falling, and he didn’t know that he wanted to stop feeling that way.

  She was lying on his arm. That had to be uncomfortable for her. He rolled over on his side. Part of him really wanted to sleep, but the rest of him wanted to look at this woman all night long. He swept the hair off her cheek with his hand. She opened her eyes and looked at him. She smiled but didn’t say a word. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “Damn.”

  She giggled. “You okay?”

  He rested his head on the pillow. “More than.”

  He scanned her eyes. What was she thinking? She looked as happy as he felt, so that was probably a good sign. She adjusted her head. “So…now that you got that out of your system, what was it you had to tell me?”

  He stroked her cheek again before resting his hand on her hip. She looked like she was more concerned than she had to be. He felt bad that he might have made her worry. It wasn’t a huge deal…just something he wanted to talk with her about. “You know I have a son, right?”

  “Yeah.” She blinked twice. God, did she have any idea how beautiful she was? Those eyes were like emeralds or the greenest fields he’d ever seen. She made him feel like the earth had drifted away.

  “I…uh…I’ve been a real prick to my ex. She’s with…she and my best friend are together now. And, uh, so I refused to give her the divorce at first, and then, just to be a pain in the ass, I told her I wanted full custody of my son. I don’t want full custody. Chris loves and needs his mother, and I know and accept that and know we’re not meant to be together, but…it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him. I talked to Val, and she’s letting me take him this weekend.”

  Jenna let out a long sigh. “Is that all?”

  “What do you mean?”

  She laughed, and Ethan loved the way her eyes turned up at the corners. “You
had me worried sick…like maybe you were already tired of me.”

  He chuckled and ran his hand up her arm. “No.” He was getting lost in her eyes as he brought his hand back up to smooth her hair again. He focused on that hand rather than her eyes, but she closed them, seeming to enjoy the feel of his hand stroking her mane. “There was something else, though.”

  She opened her eyes. “What?”

  He rested his hand on her neck. “Nothing you need to worry about.” He sighed. “I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking about my failed marriage.” He paused and focused on her eyes. “It won’t bother you if I talk about it, will it?”

  “No.” He was pretty sure, looking at her, that she was telling the truth. If it bothered her, he had a psychologist he could talk to. He paid the guy plenty to listen…but Ethan had just been thinking about it the night before, and it was heavy on his mind.

  “I haven’t told you about the straw that broke the camel’s back…and I haven’t thought of much else today.” She raised her eyebrows. He took a deep breath and told her about the time he’d been thinking about before he called her—when it felt as though he were out of his mind, and he’d started choking Valerie. “The weight of it didn’t hit me at first…in fact, I got even worse before I got better. But when I looked back, and Valerie left me—hell, she kicked me out of our house after my best friend beat the shit out of me—I knew it was do or die. I’d already OD’d twice. I either needed to clean up or just kill myself. And I really did have to make that decision. I considered death…considered it hard. It would have been so easy to do. One last time…and then poof. Gone.

  “I want you to know I tried to get clean for her. I really did. I just…couldn’t be the man she needed me to be. I wasn’t at a good point in my life. She met me at the absolute worst time of my miserable existence. Sure, things were happening for me. I even tried going to school, but my band was calling to me, and things started to happen. We finally broke—with her. But inside I was a fuckin’ mess. I still am, but I’m learning how to live with it and deal with it.”