“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” she said tightly as she fought back tears of betrayal. She thought he’d wanted to please her, not teach her a lesson.
“Dammit, Sky. Don’t do this.”
“It’s done.”
He cursed beneath his breath. A sucking sound shot through the air as he slid his fingers out of her drenched cunt.
She wished he could stay inside her. She wanted more of this ecstasy. Much more.
“I guess I was wrong about you, Sky. I’m glad I finally came to my senses and left you. Good luck. You’re going to need it!”
He turned and stomped toward the unlocked door.
Son of a bitch! People might see her like this!
Sky jumped off the table, her shaky legs almost crumbling as her feet landed on the floor.
Quickly, she picked up her clothing and covered herself. Suddenly she realized she wanted to give in to Jim. Wanted him to fuck her. Wanted him to take her virginity. To take her back into the dangerous world of pleasure.
Now!
“Jim! Please, don’t go!”
The door slammed shut behind his broad back.
Too late.
The tiny sliver of hope she’d been harboring about them getting back together walked out the door with him.
Wiping away the hot tears streaming down her face, she donned her damp underwear and stepped into her pants.
Looking at the door, Sky squared her shoulders in defiance.
Jim McBride had just given her a lesson she wouldn’t easily forget. She’d be on her guard from here on out.
~*~
Chapter Two
Jim McBride hunched against the cold brick wall of the deserted men’s bathroom.
His heart crashed against his chest, his breath escaping in shallow gasps.
Damn! What the hell did he think he was doing trying to change Sky’s mind? He should know by now she was one stubborn woman. Once she made up her mind about something there was no stopping her.
He really shouldn’t be worried about her. As inexperienced as she was sexually, she was a damned good detective. She’d always been able to take care of herself.
So, why was he worried now?
Uneasiness pricked through him. Anything could go wrong, that’s why. She was a virgin for god’s sake. Sexually inexperienced. He would lose her if Loverboy got his hands on her.
Jim had read the Loverboy file. Loverboy targeted virgins. Wooed them. Seduced them. Fucked them until they were hooked to his intense lovemaking and then they did whatever he asked. Obviously he was great in bed if he could get women to willingly become sex slaves.
No way in hell was Jim going to let the woman he loved go down that road.
In desperation he’d stormed into the Squad room Sky had been using. He’d found her ogling Loverboy’s photo, her cheeks rosy red, big blue eyes wide with want.
She’d looked so desirable. He’d wanted her so bad, his cock ached. He’d wanted her naked. Right there on the desk. Squirming and moaning as he forced his cock into her. His long fierce strokes plunging into her pussy, making her scream with pleasure.
He’d wanted to worship her. To brand her as his own. To remove that look of interest brewing in her eyes over Loverboy’s photo.
The burning anger and her comment about Loverboy teaching her how to make love had overruled his usual control to the point where he’d grabbed her and kissed her.
Her sweet scent had drowned him. Made him heady with need. He’d managed to thwart his own desires in order to pleasure her. He’d done it by attacking her passion bud. She’d melted under his onslaught.
Surprised she’d let him touch her down there, his fingers had grown bold and he’d slipped past her swollen nether lips and into her hot channel. She’d been tight, but wetter than sin and had accepted his other fingers with relative ease. He’d begun ramming her. Again and again.
He’d felt the exact instant she’d lost control and given into the pleasure he was offering. She’d spread her legs wider, grabbed a hold of him. Dug her nails into his shoulders.
Heck! He could still feel the pain of where her fingernails had dug into his skin.
Ravishing agony had scrunched up her pretty face. Her sexy moans of disbelief had urged him on. He’d pumped harder. Faster.
Finally she’d screamed and climaxed. Her cunt muscles contracting and spasming around his fingers.
He’d wanted her to get an idea of what she was missing. Of what she’d been denying him. He’d done the job. Quite well.
He’d changed her attitude toward sex. Seen the magical sparkle of satisfaction in those big blue aroused eyes. The lovely blush of embarrassment on her face when she realized she’d lost control and given him her trust.
Jim closed his eyes at the sweet memory and leaned his head against the cold brick wall behind him.
Dammit!
He could still taste her sweetness on his lips. Feel the warmth of her cunt burning into his palm. The wetness of her cunt juices on his fingers.
He’d wanted more than anything to remove his fingers and slip his aching shaft into her succulent cunt. He’d been close to doing it.
So damn close. But it would have been a mistake.
From the start of their relationship she’d made it perfectly clear she wouldn’t give herself to a man until she was sure she loved him. Finally a few weeks ago she’d said she loved him. He’d been so happy he’d proposed right away. Hadn’t given it a second thought. He knew he loved her and he wanted to make love to her as soon as possible. Last week they’d gone to a wedding of a mutual friend. They’d watched the bride and groom sexually consummate their wedding in front of the eager preacher, friends and family as was required by law. The sensuous cries of the bride and the erotic groans of the groom had rung through the church making Jim so hot when he’d gotten Sky alone in her apartment that night he’d tried to seduce her. It had almost worked until she’d suddenly told him she wanted to wait to have sex with him until their wedding.
Cripes! He’d waited so long to be with her and then suddenly she told him she needed an extension. Damned it was frustrating.
He craved to make her his wife. Wanted to see her face flushed with desire and to hear those sexy little moans deep in her throat every morning as he made love to her. He wanted to father her children. If he had his way they’d have lots of kids.
There was no way he’d let Loverboy stop him from his dreams.
Jim swallowed as an idea hit him. Suddenly he knew exactly what he needed to do.
~*~
One week later…
Awareness coursed through Sky the instant she saw Loverboy enter the smoky bar room. He reminded her of a sleek panther hunting for a mate as he strode confidentially to the polished mahogany bar. The bar tender grinned a friendly welcome and slapped down a foamy beer in front of Loverboy.
Sky didn’t miss the appetizing way his tight jeans hugged his cute buns as he sat on the barstool or the way those extra large shoes kissed the floor.
You know what they say about a man’s feet. Big feet. Big cock.
A spark of excitement shot through her body. Her gaze moved up toward his beer mug. To those fingers clasped around the frosty mug.
Long, thick fingers. Just like Jim’s.
She wondered if Loverboy’s fingers would elicit the same exciting sensations as Jim’s had. Somehow she didn’t think so. Jim McBride was the man for her. She knew it now. Unfortunately it was too late. Jim had cut her out of his life.
Sky swallowed and pressed her cool glass of tequila against her suddenly hot forehead.
Damn that Jim McBride!
Ever since his lethal fingers had fucked her, she hadn’t been able to think of anything else but sex.
Sex. Sex. Sex.
It was as if he’d unleashed her carnal side. Ripped away her confidence and made her addicted to…well, sex.
A friend of hers had once told her, “The minute you get properly fucked by a man, you’re h
ooked. Addicted to the high of sex.”
Ain’t that the truth.
Over the past week she’d fantasized about Jim. All the time. She’d even dreamed of how it would be to make love to him.
Plunging his hard dick into her hot cunt or her eager mouth. Or maybe her ass?
She closed her eyes and tried to keep the dark fantasies from crowding into her brain. She needed to concentrate on her job. Not the lust screaming through her system.
Sky rolled her cool glass over her hot cheek, opened her eyes and watched Loverboy.
Tonight, he seemed different from his photo and from the other nights she’d followed him.
Tonight, he looked bigger. Taller. More powerful. Damn sexy.
Muscles bulged in his strong arms as he hoisted his mug to his lips.
Full lips. Kissable lips.
Down girl.
The next time she saw Jim she’d give him a piece of her mind for introducing her to sex. Up until his impromptu performance she’d been quite content masturbating on her own. Thank you very much.
Thinking of Jim conjured up the way she’d been so nervous when she’d shown up at Sex Squad Headquarters tonight to tell the Chief she was making her move in less than two hours. She’d wanted to know who the male backup would be. He’d reassured her a man would be in place by the time she got to the farmhouse.
She could have phoned and told him she was making her move tonight, but she’d hoped to see Jim. To see what he could have had if he’d just waited until their wedding.
She’d wanted to flaunt herself in his face. She’d had her hair cut and styled and colored. She’d gone from mousy brown to sexy blonde.
She hadn’t seen Jim but the Chief had commented about her new appearance and the way his gaze had raked over every inch of her body, she knew he liked what he saw.
She’d picked a tight black leather skirt that showed off her wide hips. A matching pair of pumps, a plain white very see through blouse, and a black string bow tie. She’d opted for no bra and no underwear. Those were the two things she was self conscious about. The thought of possibly showing Loverboy her cunt in order to get him interested, and the fact that her blouse left little to anyone’s imagination.
Hopefully it would grab Loverboy’s attention.
By the way the male customer’s eyes had stalked her tonight when she’d entered the bar she knew she’d done something right.
During her research phase, she’d followed Loverboy and quickly discovered he was a creature of routine.
Every night he visited the same ten bars. He acted like a regular customer, ordered a beer. Chatted pleasantly with a bartender.
Ten minutes later, he’d leave. Without drinking his beer.
She’d checked the financial situations of all ten bars and a pattern had emerged.
All the bars were owned by the prospective bartenders. All businesses were in financial trouble.
The way Sky figured it, Loverboy targeted these bars because of their financial distress. The barkeeps kept their eyes open for potential victims and Loverboy paid them generously.
Tonight, she’d picked bar number seven in the string. The smallest business with the largest debt. She’d already given the bartender her sob story over a couple of potent tequilas.
Now she waited anxiously for the barkeep to hopefully mention her to Loverboy.
It didn’t take long.
Unexpectedly Loverboy turned his head and they made eye contact. His look was intense. Intoxicating. Her pulse skittered. She forgot to breathe.
His ravishing gaze slid from her face to skim along the length of her neck, over her chest. She swore she could feel his eyes softly caress her breasts.
Her nipples peaked. Hardened. They ached to be touched.
God!
Jim had been right. There was something about this man.
She needed to be very careful. Needed to get a grip.
Loverboy was forbidden territory.
And he was heading straight for her!
“You’re a beautiful woman obviously in need of a man.” he whispered into her ear as he sat down on the barstool beside her.
His breath smelled delicately of beer. Mixed with his own unique scent, it went straight to her head like a shot of whiskey. A tinge of dizziness swept through her and she held tight to the edge of the bar.
Easy girl. You’re here for a reason.
Sky swallowed. Hard.
She lifted her head and looked up at him under her lashes and smiled seductively.
“What makes you think I’m in need of a man?”
“The way your nipples are practically popping out of your blouse. Aching to be caressed. Suckled. Worshipped.”
Mercy! He had a way with words.
He continued, his breath a whisper against her face, “Your eyes are shining brightly with a hunger for sex. I’m sure if I touched your clit, you’d be wet for me.”
“And if I reached over ….” Sky swallowed back her fear and forced herself to keep her eyes on his sexy mouth as she boldly cupped her hand over the giant hot bulge pressing against his pants.
The man was huge! Almost as big as Jim. She couldn’t resist squeezing his hard jewels.
Loverboy’s lips twitched slightly.
Amazing.
A tough man like himself aroused by her touch.
Feminine power surged in Sky giving her back some of that confidence she’d lost to Jim when he’d finger fucked her last week.
Sky’s smile grew.
“Your place or mine?” she asked as she released her grip from the intoxicating bulge.
Loverboy returned her smile, and Sky inhaled sharply. He looked absolutely cuddly when he smiled like that, but she noticed his smile didn’t reach his cool blue eyes.
“I’m sorry, I don’t do virgins.”
Sky blinked in surprise. That’s not what she’d heard. She could feel the Loverboy case begin to slip through her fingers.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve offended you.”
“No. No. I’m the one who’s sorry. I came on too strong. I’ve never done this sort of thing before. Temporary insanity. A momentary lapse of judgment.” She fingered her now warm tequila glass wondering what she should do next.
“That’s quite understandable. You want to get back at your ex-fiancé. Show him you’ve decided you’d rather get fucked by someone else because he couldn’t wait for you.”
“That’s very perceptive.”
“Actually, the bartender mentioned you had some trouble with your boyfriend. It’s very admirable you wanted to remain a virgin until your wedding nuptials. He should have been very proud to wait for you. To be given the privilege to go where no man has gone before.”
Despite trying to appear sophisticated, she couldn’t help the hot flush from flooding her face. When she’d sobbed her story to the bartender, she hadn’t been the least bit embarrassed. What she’d told him was part of her strategy in getting noticed by Loverboy. She’d stuck to the truth as much as possible, lessening her chances of saying the wrong thing and tipping off Loverboy she was a Sex Squad cop.
“Ah. A virgin blush. The most beautiful thing for a man to see.”
“I intend on rectifying that problem soon,” Sky stated.
“So the bartender told me.”
“And since you don’t do virgins….” Sky looked around the smoky room. “I’m sure there will be another candidate along soon enough.
“I think maybe I can help you … in some other way.”
She narrowed her eyes trying to appear curious.
“How?”
“The bartender mentioned you got laid off last week. I may be able to find you employment.”
“Are you serious?”
“I plan on running a school in the area.”
Sky ran a finger along the edge of her glass, trying hard not to show her excitement.
“What kind of school?”
“How to please men and women.”
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bsp; “Excuse me?”
“I plan on training sex slaves. I’m looking around for some recruits. Are you interested?”
Her heart picked up speed. “I’ve heard they make great pay.”
“They do.”
“I might be interested.”
“What’s your name, hon?”
“Sky. Sky Blue.” It was the cover name the department had come up with for her.
“How about you come to my farm and meet the class? You can participate in some lessons and if you don’t like them, we go our separate ways”.
“How do I know you’re not just going to take me out somewhere, fuck me, kill me and get rid of my body?”
Loverboy grinned and shook his head slowly. “Now that would be bad for my business. Everyone here sees me talking to you. If you leave with me, they’ll see that too. If you suddenly go missing, there are a lot of witnesses that saw us together. The last thing I need is to have the cops asking a lot of questions and scaring off potential clients, right?”
Sky nodded her head. “I suppose.”
“So, want to try the school out?”
“On one condition.”
“Anything.”
“You buy me one more Tequila for the road.” Heaven knew she was going to need it.
~*~
Chapter Three
Although Sky felt flushed, she didn’t think it had too much to do with the alcohol and more to do with this virile man sitting on the truck bench seat beside her.
Something about him made her heart gallop at full speed with both excitement and fear.
Her ploy had worked. She’d been invited to Loverboy’s farmhouse. But what if he decided he did “do” virgins and wanted her?
Although she knew self defense, she didn’t know if she could fend this big guy off her if he decided he did want her.
“Where you from, Sky?”
“New Hampshire,” she lied.
“That’s not far from here. Just across the state line. What kind of work do you do?”
A perfectly normal question. So why were beads of perspiration popping out on her brow?
“I tend to be a gypsy. Drift here and there. Work at whatever I can find. Waitressing mostly.”
“Any family?”
“Mom was it. She died a few years ago. Way too old for her age. Worked herself to death juggling three jobs so she could bring me up with the things she never had.”
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