Loving Ambush [Erotically Yours 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Leah Brooke

  Trembling as more bursts of sparks erupted, Jasmine let out a shuddering breath, whimpering with need for the orgasm Mac held just out of reach. Stilling when Mac pressed the head of his cock against her tingling opening, she couldn’t hold back her groans and whimpers.

  The moment had come.

  Even though she’d expected it, and already knew how it felt to be breached there, the feel of his cock pressing against her puckered opening rendered her helpless.

  Whimpers erupted, one after the other, some of them catching in her throat as the tight ring of muscle gave way. “Oh, God. It’s going in.”

  She’d never felt anything so intense, so incredibly overwhelming.

  Her breathing became harsher and more ragged. Digging her knees into the mattress, she struggled to remain still, scared of moving. She couldn’t believe how hard and hot his cock felt inside her, like a hot piece of steel pushing into her inch by inch.

  It burned. It stung. It was the most incredibly intimate thing she’d ever experienced.

  Shivers raced up and down her spine as he pushed deeper. Her own hoarse cries drowned out his soothing murmurs of encouragement, but she clung to his soft, growling praise like a lifeline.

  Her juices ran down her thighs as he filled her and stretched her ass more than she ever thought possible. It burned, a burn like no other.

  Between one ragged breath and the next, pleasure slammed into her.

  Hot waves of it that swelled, rolling through her, one right after the other.

  Taken over by several mini orgasms, Jasmine bucked against him, sobbing at her complete loss of control.

  She was his, and couldn’t imagine anything more wonderful than that.

  A strong swell stole her breath, stiffening her body as it took control of every muscle. “Mac! Oh, God.” It got hotter as it rolled through her in one huge overwhelming wave. “Ah! Oh, God. Too much. So good.”

  Mac’s hands tightened on her hips, his own hunger evident. Groaning harshly, he moved his cock inside her, the friction making her ass burn. “Jesus. I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life. I’ve never had so much trouble holding back. You, woman, are my ultimate fantasy.”

  Jasmine shivered again at his tone, a tone as harsh as if he’d swallowed shards of glass. Gripping the pillow, she cried out his name as he partially withdrew, throwing her head back and screaming his name when he filled her again, his cock going even deeper.

  Shivering everywhere, and with her cries and his deep groans and curses filling the air, she found herself rocking her hips in time to his slow thrusts, amazed that she could feel such passion, so much emotion as she submitted to desires she’d never known existed.

  Each time she clenched on him, she burned even hotter. The full, stretched feeling and the friction of his cock over her inner walls had her crying out in abandon as the smaller waves continued cresting, one right after the other.

  Mac sucked in a breath, letting it out as a groan. “So fucking tight. Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck, yeah!”

  Jasmine gasped when he filled her again, thrilling at the raw passion in his voice as he called out her name.

  Reaching under her, he parted her folds and began stroking her too-sensitive clit, his touch so potent, she instinctively fought to escape. Overcoming her struggles, he stroked faster, flinging her off the edge with a hoarse growl of satisfaction.

  “Mac! Ahhh!” She tried to bite her lip to hold back her cries, but the pleasure proved too powerful to contain.

  Jerking at each smooth slide of his callused fingers over her clit, she bucked against him, inadvertently fucking herself on his cock imbedded deep into her ass.

  Mac groaned and bent over her, his body hot and damp against her back. Still caressing her clit with light strokes, he kept the pleasure rolling through her. “I love you, baby. So damned much. You’re never gonna get rid of me. You trust me. I’m never gonna give you a reason to doubt me. Never.”

  Jasmine couldn’t stop rocking her hips, moaning softly in her throat as the pleasure began to fade, leaving behind a warm glow. She went limp, grateful for Mac’s solid warmth surrounding her as an incredible sense of vulnerability pervaded her.

  Turning her face toward his, she sighed when he released her clit and pressed her flat to the mattress, the head of his cock still inside her.

  “I can’t believe we just did that.” She had to swallow the lump in her throat, blinking back tears that stung her eyes.

  Mac smiled, his face close to hers and blocking out most of the light. His expression gentled, his eyes filled with understanding and tender possessiveness. “Believe it. I don’t think I’m going to be able to move for a week.”

  Absorbing his strength, Jasmine giggled, nuzzling against him. “If you think you’re going to stay inside my ass for a week, you’d better think again.”

  With a moan, Mac pulled her closer, burying his face against her throat. “I love being in your ass, in your pussy, or just lying beside you. You make me feel things I’d thought I’d never feel again. Loving you has made me even stronger.”

  Lifting his head, he pushed back her hair and held her gaze, his eyes searching. “This is real, Jazz. It’s not just fun and games for me. I know what I want, and it’s you.”

  Incredibly touched, she reached up to kiss his jaw. “You make me feel better than I’ve ever felt.” She clenched on his cock, smiling at his groan. “This feels so naughty. You make me feel wicked and sexy. I’ve never felt wicked or sexy before.”

  Withdrawing, he smacked her bottom as he rose, laughing at her yelp. “Hell, I’ve created a monster.”

  Standing beside the bed, he bent close again, nuzzling her lips with his and tweaking a nipple as he rolled her to her back. Cupping her jaw, he touched his lips to her with a groan. “There’s a lifetime of pleasure to come.”

  Clenching her bottom against the lingering awareness, Jasmine sighed and pulled the covers over her rapidly cooling body, watching Mac’s tight butt as she removed the garter belt and stockings.

  Listening to Mac wash up, she couldn’t imagine anything she’d like more than a lifetime with him.

  Love. Passion. Trust.

  Frowning, she pulled the covers high and turned to her side.

  It seemed almost too good to be true.

  Mac appeared, getting into bed behind her and pulling her close. “Come here. I need to hold you. You never know when I’m going to have another one of those nightmares about you dating another man.”

  Jasmine smiled and cuddled closer. “I’d have to be a fool to ever do that again. You ambushed me, you know.”

  Mac chuckled, tightening the arm around her. “Yes, baby. I know, and it’s something I plan to do over and over in the years to come.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Jasmine couldn’t seem to wipe the grin from her face as she drove home from work the following Monday. She and Mac had spent almost every minute of the weekend in bed, laughing and loving, and to her surprise, talking.

  Really talking.

  About silly things. About serious things. About their daughters and exes. About life.

  About the things both wanted from marriage.

  Their weekend together had been like a mini honeymoon, and they’d spent it totally absorbed in each other.

  She’d left the house before dawn with a smile on her face and a bounce in her step, bubbling with happiness.

  She’d thought about him all day at work, and couldn’t wait to get back home to him again.

  She pulled into the driveway and turned off the ignition, staring out the windshield at the garage door. Images raced through her mind, snapshots of her marriage and the years since, and she tried to remember a time, other than the birth of her daughters, when she’d been as happy as she’d been since she and Mac had become involved.

  She couldn’t remember this giddy feeling, this joy that had her smiling so much during the day that her coworkers commented on it.

  Until she’d learned of Tom’s indiscret
ions, she’d always considered her marriage a good one. She’d been…content.

  No major lows, and other than the birth of her daughters, no major highs.

  She would have spent the rest of her life in a comfortable marriage, not having a clue that her husband lived a life she knew nothing about.

  She’d been completely oblivious to the fact that she’d been living an illusion and that her entire marriage had been nothing more than a joke to Tom.

  How could she ever be sure about Mac?

  The excitement would eventually dim, and she would begin to wonder if he hadn’t found it somewhere else.

  She loved him, but could she ever trust her judgment again?

  With a sigh, she got out of the car, staring toward Mac’s side of the duplex, an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.

  She had to learn to trust again. She could do it. There was no one better than Mac to teach her.

  She started to step aside to close the door, and suddenly found herself jerked back against someone solid, a man whose cologne she recognized almost immediately. With a gasp, she struggled to get free, stilling when she heard her ex-husband’s voice.

  “Calm down, Jasmine. It’s only me. I need to talk to you.” He spun her to face him with an abruptness that made her dizzy.

  Slack-jawed, Jasmine looked up into Tom’s face, surprised by the anger she saw there. “Tom! What are you doing here?”

  She tried to step back, but the car door prevented it, blocking her in. She’d never seen Tom look the way he did now, shaking with fury.

  His face, lined with anger, twisted even more as he gripped her upper arms and shook her. “Jasmine, we need to talk.”

  “What’s wrong with you?” She started to push him away, but a sudden thought had her gripping the front of his shirt, her heart leaping to her throat. “Did something happen to one of the girls?”

  Tom gathered her close, the hand in her hair pressing her cheek against his chest. “You don’t want to do this. You can’t marry him. You don’t really love him. Look, I know you’re just trying to make me jealous. Courtney doesn’t mean anything to me. You know how it is.”

  Jasmine blinked, raising her head. “What?” She pushed at him, angry that she couldn’t break his hold. “What the hell are you talking about? Let go of me, damn you!” She shoved at him again, finally managing to break free, only to be caught again when he gripped her upper arms.

  Bending low, Tom got in her face, his jaw clenched as he shook her. “You know damned well what I’m talking about! I know you left to teach me a lesson. When I didn’t crawl back to you, you divorced me. I know you’ve been waiting for me to come back to you, but I didn’t want to do it until I got this…thing out of my system.”

  Jasmine gaped at him, hardly able to believe his audacity—or his conceit. “That thing is your inability to keep your dick in your pants!”

  Tom’s grip tightened, his eyes flashing. “Don’t blame this on me. Once you had the girls, you didn’t have time for me anymore.”

  She pushed at him again, furious at him and at herself for feeling guilty for not being what he needed.

  “I’m not going to let you draw me into another argument. Between the girls and work, I didn’t have time for myself either.” She finally broke his hold and moved aside far enough to slam her car door closed and give herself some space.

  Turning to face him, she took a step back, so furious, she shook. “You just can’t stand to see me happy. You were fine as long as I was staying at home alone, but as soon as I find someone who makes me happy, you have to try to ruin it. You don’t want me, you asshole. You just don’t want me to be happy! You’re jealous. How the hell can you have affair after affair and be jealous when I find someone else?”

  In a quick move, Tom grabbed her, shocking her at his roughness. Pulling her to her toes, he shook her hard enough to rattle her teeth.

  “You’re not marrying someone else! You still belong to me, damn it.” Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Stop playing this game, Jazz.”

  Shocked when he lifted her to her toes, Jasmine struggled against him. “Hey! What’s wrong with you? Let go of me.”

  Tom pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her and holding her several inches off of the ground. “Listen to me, Jasmine. We can be good together. The girls are away. It can be just you and me again.”

  Not for the first time, Jasmine stared into Tom’s face and realized she didn’t know him at all.

  “Put me down! What the hell’s wrong with you? You’re getting married, for God’s sake.” She finally managed to get loose enough to stand again, but Tom backed her against the car, preventing her escape.

  “I already told you that she doesn’t mean anything to me. I’ll sneak out to see you.”

  Astounded at his arrogance, Jasmine could only stare up at him. Insulted and furious at his attitude, she slapped her hands on his chest and shoved. “You asshole! I can’t believe you’d think I’d have an affair with you.”

  Gripping her upper arms, he lifted her to her toes, his eyes flashing. “It’s not like that, damn it!”

  “Get your fucking hands off of her.”

  Jasmine stilled at the steely ice in Mac’s tone, a tone she’d never heard from him before.

  He stood behind Tom, so she couldn’t see him, but she saw Tom’s face when he turned to look over his shoulder.

  Tom looked shaken, but if possible, even more furious. “Get lost. I’m talking to my wife.”

  She didn’t know how he did it, but somehow Mac pulled Tom away from her. Spinning him, he punched him in the face before reaching for her and tucking her behind him. It happened so fast, she didn’t even have time to react, leaving her standing there staring up at Mac’s back.

  Turning to glance at her over one of his broad shoulders, he stood braced as Tom got to his feet again. “You okay, Jazz?”

  Peering around Mac, Jasmine stared at Tom, a man she barely recognized as the man she’d been married to. She nodded, slightly dazed. “I’m okay. I don’t know what happened. He kind of ambushed me. I got out of the car, and he was there.”

  “Go inside.” He turned slightly, pressing a hand to her back. “Go. Now. I’ll be right there.”

  Tom glared at him as he wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand. “Butt out, MacDougal. This is between me and my wife.”

  Jasmine shoved at Mac’s arm to face Tom, a little surprised that she couldn’t budge Mac at all. “Ex-wife.”

  Mac ran a hand over her hair, his eyes hard and cold. “I’ll take care of this. You just go inside and wait for me.”

  “I can handle this, Mac.” She tried to move around him, stopping abruptly when he blocked her.

  Mac smiled, a smile that didn’t reach his narrowed eyes. “I know you can, but you don’t have to handle things on your own anymore. It’s my job to take care of you. Now, go inside.”

  Gritting her teeth, Jasmine glared up at him. “I said, I can handle him. I don’t want you involved in this.”

  Mac’s eyes narrowed. “If it concerns you, I’m already involved. I thought we’d already discussed the way things are going to be.”

  Aware of Tom’s eavesdropping, Jasmine lowered her voice. “I’m not helpless, Mac, and I’m sure as hell not as naïve as I used to be. I can take care of myself. I thought I’d already made that clear.” So mad, she wanted to smack both of them, she tried to move Mac aside, pausing when he tensed as Tom took a step closer.

  Keeping his body between them, Mac tensed, a muscle working in his jaw. “Your ex-husband seems to be in quite a temper. Do you really think I’m going to let him handle you again?” Leaning close, he touched his lips to her ear to whisper furiously. “Now, get your ass in the house right now, or I’m going to give you a spanking you’ll never forget.”

  Knowing that Mac didn’t make empty threats, Jasmine smirked to hide her unease. “You want me to lock the door behind me, tough guy, in case he gets pa
st you?”

  Mac grinned and turned back to Tom. “He won’t get past me. I thought I’d made myself clear the other night at the restaurant, but apparently this asshole needs a more direct approach.”

  Leaning close, he patted her bottom. “Kinda like you did. This won’t be nearly as much fun, though.”

  Tom glanced at Mac before looking back at her, the anger in his eyes giving way to sadness. “You really love him, don’t you?”

  Jasmine blinked, sharing a look with Mac before meeting Tom’s gaze again. “You saw us together Friday night, cuddling and dancing, and you didn’t realize we were in love, but you see us arguing and now realize it?”

  Tom smiled, a sad smile that transformed his features. “You and I never argued.”

  Stunned, Jasmine stared at him, warmed by the arm Mac wrapped around her. “What do you mean, we never argued? We argued all the time.”

  Shaking his head, Tom sighed and looked away. “Not until the end. You never trusted me, and weren’t secure enough in our marriage to ever go toe-to-toe with me the way you do with him.”

  With another sigh, he hung his head. “I often wondered if you ever suspected—if you ever knew things weren’t what they should have been between us.”

  Jasmine glanced at Mac, unsurprised at the look of satisfaction in his eyes. Looking back at Tom, she shrugged. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “There’s nothing to say.” Meeting her eyes again, Tom reached out a hand to her, dropping it with another sigh when Mac shifted slightly. “It’s my fault. I blew it, Jazz. We had something good and I blew it. I love you, Jazz, at least in my way. I just didn’t know how to resist temptation. I love the excitement. I always loved the challenge of the conquest and the thrill of sneaking around. I’m sorry, Jazz. You deserve a hell of a lot better than me.”

  Nodding once at Mac, he turned away. “You’re a lucky man.” Pausing, he turned back and smiled in challenge. “That doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying. Don’t take her for granted, because if I get the chance to get her in bed again, I will.”

  Mac smiled coldly. “I won’t, and you won’t get the chance.”