Cocked And Loaded

by Desiree Holt

  He leaned against the wall, trying to get a fix on her. He couldn't help the way his eyes swept over her body. He wondered if anyone could look as disheveled as she did and still exude raw sex. She was still lithe and toned, and the memory of those graceful legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into her, made him want to pull out his dick and take her on the hard floor right there.

  He wondered, too, what she'd say if she knew how he really liked his sex. The things he really wanted from her. The kind of demands he wanted to make on her.

  His jaw worked as he dug for his hard-won iron control, the control that seemed to be slipping with Jamie in front of him. He exhaled slowly.

  "What happened to you, Jamie?” Yeah, what happened to those pie-in-the-sky dreams that made you look at me and this place like dirt? “God knows I hated your ass for the way you ran out of here, but you said you had a plan for your life, being a top investigative reporter. And it sure looked like you were well on your way to completing it. How could you pull a stunt like you did?"

  She shrugged and stared at a point beyond his shoulder. “Not that it's any of your business, but I got sandbagged."

  He raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?"

  "You heard me.” She sipped at her coffee, still staring at nothing. “Don't believe everything you read in the papers, Zane. Or hear on television. I, of all people, know firsthand how the news can be manipulated."

  Zane narrowed his eyes, waiting for her to go on.

  She sighed, a heavy sound, as if the weight she carried was too much to bear. “Someone gave me a tip about a scandal in the Miami-Dade Police department. I met with two sources who gave me what I thought was proof of their authenticity. All the evidence they pointed me toward seemed to prove out their story."

  "And?” he prompted.

  "I broke the story, and included the mayor in it, smearing just about everyone I could. I thought for sure I'd win the Pulitzer for it. My boss was salivating."

  "So what was the problem? Did you trip over yourself running down the yellow brick road? What I read said you'd made the whole thing up."

  She made a sound of disgust. “That's not my style, and people should have known it. If I was anything, it was gullible and stupid. I had visions of the New York Times begging me to come to work for them. All the networks calling me for interviews."

  Zane sipped at his coffee, waiting while she gathered her thoughts. He'd heard and read the stories. He wanted to hear her version from her own mouth. Get it settled, take what he came for, then tell her to leave.

  "Well, it turned out the whole thing was an elaborate hoax, engineered by the mayor's opponent in the upcoming election. Every other news outlet got the real story and I got fired. And sued, right along with my newspaper.” She ran her finger around the rim of her cup. “One day I'm the golden girl, the next no one will touch me with a ten-foot pole. End of story."

  Zane put down his mug. “Well, I don't think it's a good idea for you to hang around Amen. Nothing here for you, and you know how people talk. Sell the property and get on with it."

  Yes. Please get the hell out of my life again.

  Jamie's face took on a hard look. “Do not presume to tell me what to do. I'll stay here as long as I damn well please. Maybe until this place falls down around my ears."

  Zane moved closer to her so they were barely a breath apart. “Don't do this. You'll be happier if you're gone."

  She raised her eyebrows? “I will? Or you, Zane Cameron? This is really all about getting even, isn't it?"

  "Why, Jamie.” He looked her up and down. “What would I have to get even about? I got over you and your lousy attitude a long time ago."

  "Yeah, right,” she snorted. “That's why you hightailed it over here to ride my ass."

  Zane didn't even think about what he did next, just knew he had to get his taste of her before running her out of town. He took the mug from her hands, put it on the counter, gripped her head in his palms, and took her mouth.

  God, it was just as hot and sweet as he'd remembered. Lips like spun silk, a taste like sugar. A thrill of satisfaction ran through him that her nipples, pressed against the cotton of his uniform shirt, were stiff and hard. And, that without thinking, her mouth opened and accepted his tongue. He pressed it against the roof of her mouth, devouring the soft wetness, and skimmed the insides of her cheeks and her lips. His hands held her head like a vise, as if he'd never let her go. If his cock was hard before, it was painful now, pushing into the softness of her belly.

  She still smelled of strawberries, and the scent inflamed him. He wanted to fuse himself to her, suckle her nipples until they swelled to twice their size. Slide his fingers into that hot, tight pussy of hers and bring her to a breathless orgasm like he used to give her. Put his mouth on her cunt and drink of her sweet, sweet juices. Oh, yeah, he'd get his.

  God, I'm losing my mind.

  He finally lifted his mouth just a fraction. “In two seconds flat I could have you stripped naked and flat on your back, my cock buried deep inside you. And you'd love it. You know that, don't you?"

  With sudden strength, she jerked her head away and pushed at him. Hard.

  Zane blinked to focus and never saw her hand coming as she delivered a stinging slap. He grabbed her wrist as she drew back for another blow. “Do that again, and I'll turn you over my knee."

  Her eyes smoldered. “You'd love that, wouldn't you? Even way back then you wanted to push the envelope with sex. I'll bet you've learned a lot of new tricks since then."

  He yanked her up against his body, holding her in an iron grip. “I don't remember you running away screaming."

  "I might shoot you this time, lawman. Just because you piss me off."

  They stared at each other for a long moment before he let her go.

  She backed away, rubbing her wrists, her eyes stabbing at him like daggers. “Get the hell out of my house. And stay away. It'll take a lot more than your macho swagger to run me off."

  "We aren't done, Jamie. Not by a long shot. Keep that in mind."

  He was at the door when she called his name, and he turned. “What?"

  "Where's my father's old truck?"

  "You mean the one he ran off the road in? It's totaled.” He frowned. “Why? You sure can't do anything with that hunk of junk."

  "I'd like to get it. I can at least sell the undamaged parts for scrap."

  Zane raised an eyebrow. “Money that hard to come by now?"

  "Yes. Not that it's any of your damn business. So where's it at?"

  "Duke Warren's got it at the junkyard. That is, if he hasn't crushed it yet. You could maybe make some kind of deal with him."

  "Fine. Oh, and Sheriff?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Thanks so much for stopping by. But don't bother doing it again. You aren't welcome."

  The sarcasm in her voice was sharp enough to draw blood.

  "Is that a fact? Listen to what I'm saying. There's no place for you in Amen. You need to take care of business and get out of here.” His gaze raked every inch of her body. “But before that happens we're going to handle our unfinished business. Then I can get you out of my life for good."

  He slammed the door to the Expedition and ground the engine, tearing out of the driveway. He sped down the highway until he reached a hidden turnoff where he could pull in, away from passing traffic. Turning off the ignition, he leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and twelve years disappeared as if they'd never happened.

  * * * *

  Zane spread the quilt he'd carried from the truck onto the space beneath the oak trees. Thirty feet away the waters of Fallen Creek shushed over pebbles, moonlight reflecting off its surface and peeping through the trees. He stretched out full length and reached a hand up to Jamie, feeling the trembling in her fingers.

  "It will be all right,” he assured her, although his own insides were quaking.

  All the heavy petting they'd done up until now, touching each other, crossing new boundaries,
had them in such a fever pitch of excitement that waiting for tonight had almost been a hardship.

  Shyly, Jamie lowered herself to her knees beside him, then folded her body against his, her head on his shoulder. Her soft breasts pressed against him, and he could feel her nipples poking against the thin fabric of her sundress.

  No bra!

  His cocked jumped behind the denim fly of his jeans.

  Her skin was so soft as he caressed her arm, and her scent—ripe strawberries—filled his nostrils. He couldn't wait to taste her. Everywhere.

  Shifting his body, he tilted her chin up so he could see her eyes. “Are you sure, Jamie? I don't want you to—"

  She pressed a fingertip against his mouth. “I'm not a kid, Zane. I know what I want."

  "Darlin', you're eighteen years old."

  "Old enough to vote and drive,” she told him.

  "And I'm four years older than you."

  "And we both know we've been working up to this for a long time."

  "I want you to know this is very special to me.” His voice was so thick with controlled lust he almost didn't recognize it.

  "Me, too."

  "What happens when you go away to school?"

  "I won't be going anywhere unless I get that scholarship. Let's not worry about that now."

  "Jamie, our lives are so different. Amen is my home. You want out of here. What can we possibly—"

  She pushed herself up. “Are you saying you don't want me?"

  "You know that's not true."

  He wanted her more than she could possibly know. But they had no future. All she'd talked about this past year was leaving Amen behind. And him, too, he was sure.

  But he was through arguing. His body was telling him he'd done enough talking. He traced the outline of her mouth with the tip of his tongue, then the seam of her lips, sliding inside when she opened for him. Her mouth tasted like it always did, sweeter than heaven, setting fire to every nerve in his body.

  One hand stole beneath her skirt, sliding the fabric up to her waist. He stilled when he encountered nothing but naked skin.

  "No panties, Jamie?"

  She gave him a shaky laugh. “I didn't want to waste more time than we had to."

  "Then, darlin', get ready for a hot ride."

  He rolled her to her back and spread her legs wide, saw her pussy outlined in the moonlight. Kneeling between her thighs, he pressed his thumbs on her labia and gently peeled them back, exposing that hot, honey opening to him. Like a starving man he lowered his head and traced her slit from end to end with his tongue. Her juices were already flowing and tasted like sweet cotton candy.

  He licked every inch of the heated flesh, lapping up her feminine cream as fast as it flowed. Soft little moans floated from her throat as he flicked his tongue at her clit, then nibbled at it lightly with his teeth.

  "Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, bending her knees and planting her feet on either side of him.

  Sliding his hands beneath her hips, he lifted her to his mouth and feasted. His tongue probed every inch of her cunt, the tip searching out the sweet spots, his teeth taking little nips here and there then returning to her clit again. When he rimmed her vagina with his tongue, then swept it lower toward her anus, she gasped and pushed herself at his head.

  He spread his fingers so the tips reached into the cleft of her ass, but he held himself back from probing any further. One virgin hole was enough for tonight.

  When he thrust his tongue inside her again, the walls of her pussy quivered and her cream thickly coated his tongue. God, she was so hot. He wanted to wrap her up and run away with her, keep her all to himself.

  He lowered her hips to the quilt, and she protested in a low voice. “Don't stop. Please don't stop."

  "We've only just started, darlin'."

  His hand trembling on her zipper, he managed to pull the rest of her dress over her head. His mouth watered at the sight of her tempting breasts, nipples pointing straight at him. He bent and took them in his mouth, one at a time, nibbling and sucking, pressing them against the roof of his mouth.

  Jamie reached for him, her hands yanking away the leather thong he used to tie his hair back, then threading through the loosened strands.

  He cupped her breasts, molding them in his palms, pressing the soft flesh with his fingers as he continued to suck at the tips.

  When she reached down to tug at his T-shirt, he lifted his head. “Give me a minute."

  He'd rapidly stripped off his clothing, the night air cool on his naked skin. He couldn't take his eyes from her, her body, so tempting, so sweet, so hot. If only he could keep her forever.

  He fished a foil packet from his jeans pocket before dropping them to the ground again. In seconds, he had himself fully sheathed. He didn't want to have to stop again for anything.

  Then he was over her again, kissing her breasts, the valley between them, her navel, swirling his tongue over the soft pubic curls, tormenting her clit.

  His cock was so hard he was afraid it would break if he hit it against something. All the play and experimentation, all the nights of fucking her with his fingers, of her sucking him until he exploded in her mouth, couldn't hold a candle to what awaited him.

  He lifted her legs over his shoulder to give himself better access and to make penetration easier for her. Testing her with his fingers to make sure she was still well lubricated, he pressed the head of his penis against the mouth of her vagina and pushed gently. He felt her tense beneath him and held still, giving her time to adjust to even that small intrusion. His own body was taut with lust and desire.

  When her body relaxed again, he pushed a little further into her warm, wet channel and reached to tweak her nipples. Murmuring to her, soothing her, whispering erotic things he wanted to do to her, he pushed slowly until the head of his dick touched the thin barrier.

  "Hold on, darlin',” he gasped. “One little pinch. That's all. I promise."

  He flexed his hips and pushed, hard enough to break through. She cried out, and he stilled, giving her time again to adjust.

  "Okay?” Sweat was pouring from his body, and his blood was boiling."Do you want me to stop?"

  "God, no,” burst from her lips. “Don't stop."

  "Okay. Okay."

  He rolled his hips and set up a slow, steady pace, watching her through slitted eyes as her breathing changed and her blue eyes stared up at him. Slowly, in slight increments, her body accepted his cock completely, her moist heat so tight around him it stole his breath. Her cunt was like a wet fist gripping him, squeezing him.

  Don't rush, don't rush, don't rush.

  But in a moment, the tempo of her body changed, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back.

  "Do it,” she panted. “Do it now."

  He increased his pace, moving one hand to take her clit between thumb and forefinger, stroking it harder and harder. The arm he braced himself with shook with the effort. He gritted his teeth, waiting for the sign she was ready to climax. When the tremors began in her vaginal channel, he thrust harder, again and again, until her orgasm roared through her, taking him with it, and he emptied himself into the latex reservoir, his cock pulsing until he was afraid he would never stop.

  When he collapsed on top of her, bracing himself on his forearms, his heart thundered and his pulse raced like a roller coaster. He dragged air into his lungs in huge gasps. Finally, he rolled to the side, his penis still inside her body as he pulled her against him. His hand caressed her arm and her back; his fingers sifted through her hair.

  "Are you all right?” he asked, seeking the truth in her eyes.

  She smiled at him. “More than all right. Maybe perfect."

  "Did I hurt you, darlin'? I tried not to."

  "Only for a second. And then ... God, Zane. It was like nothing else I've ever felt.” Her eyes glittered. “It was ... like magic.” She molded her body against his, her hand making little circles on his chest.

  He bru
shed kisses on her cheeks and forehead, then took her mouth as if he'd never get enough of it again. Her heart beat as fast as his, her uneven breath mingling with his. There were so many things he wanted to do with her. To her. He wondered how far he could push her before she left him behind in the dust.

  Pushing the hair back from her face, he gave her one light, last kiss. Then he slid reluctantly from her body and stood up, disposing of the condom in a handkerchief and stuffing it in his pocket. He pulled out another square of white cotton and knelt between her legs, tenderly wiping away the evidence of their coupling and planting a soft kiss on her pouty lips.

  She had given him a gift tonight, and he would treat her with the proper respect. If only he didn't know deep inside that Jamie Randall thought staying in Amen was like a bird trapped in a cage. And he had no idea how to change her mind.

  * * * *

  Zane opened his eyes and glanced quickly around him to make sure he was still hidden and alone. The memory of that night remained so vivid it might have happened yesterday. Despite their bitter parting, he'd never been able to completely kill his feelings for her. God knows he'd fucked enough women, trying to erase the imprint of her body from his memory. The feel of her like a wet glove around him. The unbelievable feeling of that first time.

  He certainly had enough regrets. He'd tried to tell her things would be different between them, that he wanted more from her than just sex, and she might have believed him if he hadn't made a stupid mistake.

  Two nights later, he was in the Roadkill Bar, drinking with his buddies, tying one on for no good reason at all. And Darlene Esquivel had come onto him full force. It was tragically unfortunate that he'd been all but fucking her against the side of his pickup when Jamie pulled into the parking lot of the Gas ‘n Go right next door.

  The sex they'd had after that was just that—sex. She was once again on her kick of blowing away the dust of Amen and him, too. Nothing he said could make a difference. Only her absence had allowed him to deal with it.