Bounty Hunters: 03 Stay Hungry

by Lorie O'Clare

  He gave into the control she possessed over him, wanting nothing more than to see her satisfied. Angela nibbled her lower lip, watching him. And he saw her through a thick haze of lust. All that dark hair of hers that had managed to loosen from the knot at the back of her head now pooled around her face. She was the goddess of all temptresses, the vision of all that was beautiful, and the woman who would do him in.

  Jake didn't want to think beyond the lust. He didn't want to let the emotions and feelings that simmered just under his sense of reality surface and cause him to think about more than incredible sex. But he couldn't help it. Jake had no desire to share with her the depths of his promiscuous path in life before meeting her. But if she would have him, by God, Jake would swear to her that he'd make her happy as long as they were together. If she would only agree, he knew neither of them would ever regret it.

  "You might be bigger and stronger," she informed him, twisting again underneath him. One of her legs slid down his arm, and she wrapped it around his waist, nudging his spine with the heel of her foot and trying desperately to bring them closer together. "But I have a few tricks of my own."

  Angela rubbed her pussy against his dick, stroking him with all that soaked heat. Something made his focus clear. It had to be her grin. She stared up at him, smiling as her eyes danced with amusement and enjoyment. The look on her face hit him too hard. It shouldn't have. Grinning and laughing during sex were natural. It was fun, pleasurable, a way to express feelings that otherwise might never be voiced. And it hit Jake harder than if he'd just been punched in the gut that this was a type of sex he'd never enjoyed before.

  "Angela," he breathed, wanting to share his revelation. The words weren't there. The emotion was too new, too raw.

  But she smiled. She ran her fingers over his flesh, stroking and learning his body while her eyes glowed and her cheeks remained flushed with a shade of red richer than a perfect dark wine. Jake couldn't remember ever watching a woman smile, let alone laugh, when he fucked her. They were always posed, their expressions tight and their full lips puckered into a pouting expression as they grunted and hissed vulgar comments, encouraging him until he came.

  Had he ever made a woman come and then not cared if he received the same favor? How many firsts were there with this woman?

  Jake didn't want to think about what he'd done, or hadn't done, with any other woman. There was no point dwelling on the simple truth that until this moment he'd never truly understood the pleasure given from making love. The reason was so clear it slapped him in the face with the truth of it.

  "You're beautiful." He pushed his dick inside her, feeling like a fool for failing so miserably in expressing what he felt inside.

  "And you're gorgeous," she said, but then cried out when his dick slid deep into her heat.

  He filled her, stretched her, and drowned in the intense fire that wrapped around him and throbbed as so many tiny muscles threatened to suffocate the life out of him. There wasn't any stopping it. Usually when he did a lady for the first time he asked her if she liked it fast or slow. This wasn't doing a lady for the first time, though. This was Angela, the woman he feared had just stolen his heart and damn well knew she'd done it.

  "God, yes! Oh damn!" Angela wrapped her legs around Jake, clinging to his shoulders with her hands, as a moist sheen made her flesh glow.

  "You feel so good." He wanted to tell her, share with her how perfect this was. As desperately as he'd wanted her since the moment he'd met her, Jake never knew it was because this was where he belonged.

  He should be terrified. This was when men hauled ass, clinging to their bachelorhood and determined to hold on to what they considered freedom. Jake wasn't sure why any man would feel that way. Not if they experienced what Jake was feeling right now. Any man in his right mind would know, the moment he plunged into the woman who felt different than all the others, the instant he felt that tug that lured him into her heat as if he were finally coming home, that nowhere would feel as right as this did. Jake knew without bothering to give it more thought that Angela was the woman for him. He wasn't losing a damn thing.

  As he plunged into her heat, soaking his balls and wanting more of Angela with each thrust, he swore he finally was free. He'd found his other half and wouldn't have to worry about being single ever again.

  Jake blinked, doing his best to focus on Angela as she tightened around him, searing him alive with that hot, incredible pussy of hers. Her smile was still there, but she panted, her face and body glowing as her breasts bounced from their lovemaking.

  "Don't stop," she said on a breath, searching his face as she reached for him. "Please, just keep doing that."

  "That feels good?" He wasn't going too fast, but it wasn't painfully slow, either.

  "You have no idea," she murmured, her thick lashes bobbing over her eyes and finally draping them as she closed her mouth and smiled. Angela hummed, dragging her nails over his chest as if she branded him, marking him with some invisible signature that would forever make him hers.

  "Tell me." If he knew her thoughts, had a clue that this was as incredible for her as it was for him, maybe he could find the words he needed to say.

  "You feel so good," she said quickly, letting the words spill out of her as she exhaled. "It's better than good." Her fingernails scraped over his shoulders. "Jake, it's perfect."

  "Open your eyes." He watched her lashes flutter again.

  "It's thick, just long enough. I don't know. It's perfect." The words spilled out of her again, and her lashes kept fluttering.

  "Angela." His blood was boiling. The intensity of keeping this pace, focusing on it because it was what she wanted, antagonized him. There wasn't a better form of torture in the world, but nonetheless the tightness in his balls was hint enough his time was about up. "Sweetheart, look at me," he said again.

  She stared up at him, her mouth twitching as her breathing grew raspier. The pressure was growing inside her again. He'd bet it was hitting that breaking point just as it was with him. If there was anything he would take from his years of enjoying so many different ladies it was knowing how to read when they were about to climax. Angela was right there.

  "Come with me," he told her, watching her gaze shift as she stared into his eyes. "Let go and let me take you over the edge." He never spoke that way when he fucked other ladies. With Angela it felt right, though.

  And when she gave him another one of those toothy grins he wasn't sure he'd make it until she climaxed. "You're tight, darling, and so wet. Feel how you cling to me. I want you to come so hard that you drain my entire soul into you."

  "Okay," she gasped. "Go faster," she added, barely able to speak as she tried to breathe.

  She didn't have to suggest it twice. Jake impaled her and she arched into the thrust, her round, perfect breasts bouncing and her nipples so hard his mouth watered at the sight. But it was her tight pussy, so silky smooth like hot velvet. He thrust deeper, feeling himself swell.

  Heat deep inside him began spreading as she soaked him, drenching his balls, his cock, and every inch of her. They were so hot together, so damned perfect. The friction would burn him alive, but at the same time he wished it would never end. There wasn't any stopping it, though, now that they'd started climbing. The sensations that sweltered inside him, tumbling over one another until the explosion was imminent, tore him apart.

  Jake threw his head back as every inch of him hardened and finally broke free. He came harder than he'd ever come in his life. If the condom survived their lovemaking session he'd be damned surprised.

  "Oh my God!" Angela said, still breathing hard. "You're amazing. Lord, that was the best..." Her words trailed off and she didn't look up at him.

  "We're amazing." He tried not to swell with pride over the words she almost had said. There wasn't any way he would force her to finish her sentence. In truth, if she had, it would only be fair to tell her she was the best he'd ever had as well.

  He rolled to his side, needing to
remove the condom that did somehow manage to stay on him but wanting just a minute to cuddle with her. "Once we catch our breath, we need to shower."

  "I won't argue with you there." She turned to her side, resting her head on his shoulder as she placed her hand over his heart. "We should get moving," she added, but relaxed even more next to him.

  It would take nothing to fall asleep with her in his arms. She felt so good there, every inch of her warm, her flesh glowing, and her hair tumbling past her shoulder and over his arm. He wanted to hold her, search for something to say that would bring out her thoughts and feelings at the moment.

  As his head cleared, though, and oxygen slowly began filling his brain, Jake knew discussing any of his feelings at this point would make him sound like an idiot. They just had some really hot sex. Maybe to him it was truly making love, bonding them together and pulling them into a much closer, tighter relationship than they'd been in prior. It would be easier to show her that he felt that way instead of trying to put all of that into words. Somehow he'd keep her by his side. He wasn't sure how at the moment, but it wasn't something that needed to be talked out right now, either. Right now they would shower and bring each other up-to-date.

  "Come on, sweetheart," he said, pulling both of them to a sitting position.

  Angela remained completely sated, allowing him to move her but making no effort to do anything but remain cuddled next to him. "I am," she said, then sighed. "I guess it's time for the real world now, right?"

  Something tightened in his gut. Even as he let go of her and let her move to the end of the bed, where she stood, stretched, and showed off how sexy she looked, basking from incredible sex, he wanted to pull her back into his arms. What they'd just shared had been real.

  "That's funny. I don't remember leaving the real world." He stood, staring at her round ass and how her hips were slender but not too thin. Her narrow waist and flat tummy were firm but not gaunt. When she looked over her shoulder at him, gathering her hair and once again twisting it into a knot at the back of her head, the silhouette of her in the dark showed off how hard her nipples were.

  "You know what I mean." The smile she gave him now didn't glow like the ones she'd offered when he made love to her. "The sex was incredible. More than incredible. I could sing your praises all night. But I'm sure you've heard it all before."

  Angela bent down to grab their clothes, scooping the entire pile into her arms. He wanted to grab her, force her to admit it was more than sex. The emotions he'd sensed streaming from her before, were now in tight check. She'd covered them up, apparently believing he would somehow hurt her otherwise.

  "Before doesn't matter," he said, following her when she left the bedroom and walked across the hall to a small bathroom.

  "Well, some of it does. Tell me what you meant when you said earlier that suits and uniforms were all around you as you struggled to gather information to help me nail this case." Angela dropped their clothes on the closed toilet seat lid, then reached around her shower curtain and turned on the water. Once again, she didn't bother with lights.

  The darkness suited him fine. Just as it suited him to discuss the case. There would be time later to open up to each other and share their feelings. He would damn well see to it.

  "What I meant was that I called the crime in," he began. "I talked to a Detective Ames and he was excited as hell to come flying down there. Of course once he did, his uniforms didn't want me anywhere near the crime scene. It took more than a little bit of work to get close enough to take a good look at the kidnapped victims."

  "Did you see Marianna?" Angela was stepping into the shower but turned quickly, her eyes wide as she asked.

  He hated disappointing her. "No, and I almost got hauled down to the jail when I ignored the cops and kept looking for her."

  They didn't take long in the shower, although she had good, strong water pressure and Jake would have enjoyed soaking under the hot pellets of water for a few. Instead they each made quick work of rinsing away signs of their lovemaking while Jake shared with her what had happened from the point when he arrived at Mandela's house, to following the two black SUVs and large truck across town, and finally to how he'd crawled across the field.

  "Thank you for risking so much," she murmured, grabbing the towel hanging on her towel rack and handing Jake a folded towel that was on a shelf over her toilet.

  "This is what we do, Angela."

  "I know, but you were ordered away from the crime scene yet persisted so you could try and find Marianna. That means a lot, Jake. Not to mention you called the cops when you knew what their take would be on bounty hunters. And Detective Ames is a good man, by the way. My father has worked with him for years."

  "There wasn't any way I could let them lift off with all those kidnapped victims. Too many families have been heartbroken for who knows how long since each one of those people went missing."

  Angela sighed. "You're right. Good call."

  She left him alone in the bathroom, not saying anything else. After dressing and feeling incredibly rejuvenated, Jake found Angela in her living room, standing in the darkness and peering out front around her closed curtains.

  "They're going to find us," she said, not turning around. "What did you find on-site during the bust, anything?"

  "Actually, yes." Jake pulled his phone out of his shorts pocket. "Obviously I couldn't lift evidence, although I was tempted."

  "What?" She turned to face him, her thick black hair damp and falling down her back. She'd changed clothes and the plain blue T-shirt she wore and blue-jean shorts couldn't hide her incredible figure. If she was trying for nondescript, it was probably the closest to it she'd be able to pull off.

  "I took pictures." He held up his phone and watched her stare at it.

  Angela's green eyes were bright even in the dark room. The way she stared at his phone, as if she could pull from it every image he'd photographed, was fascinating to watch.

  "I only had a couple minutes at the back of the truck." Jake pulled up the images on his phone, and Angela moved next to him. There was a hint of rose about her, as if she'd sprayed perfume on after dressing. Did she do that for him?

  "They're hard to see. What is this?"

  "It's a picture of all the dog crates in the back of the truck."

  "Where all the kidnapped victims were," she said, remembering what he'd told her and nodding slowly. "I can't tell how many are there."

  "Do you have an e-mail address I can send these to?" he asked, flipping to the next picture for her, which was a shot of the men loading one of the crates into the plane. "They'll be easier to see on a computer screen."

  She was pure-blood detective, every inch of her honed in on learning every clue, dissecting every bit of evidence. Watching her nibble her lower lip, look at the pictures he'd taken, then raise her attention to his face made him hard all over again. It didn't matter if Angela wore top-of-the-line, brand-name outfits or simple shorts and a T-shirt, there was an air of erotic beauty about her that was breathtaking. She was the perfect combination of beauty and brains that he never realized he'd been searching so hard for all his life.

  "The glow of the computer screen would give us away. I'm actually surprised no one has shown up here yet."

  "I'd like to think they're busy questioning Mandela."

  "Wait a minute." Angela hurried around him to her luggage, grabbed one bag, then almost ran up her stairs, calling over her shoulder, "We'll use my laptop. We can set it up in my bedroom closet. That way the glow won't be visible outside."

  A few minutes later Jake was e-mailing all the pictures he had taken to Angela, who was downloading them as they entered her in-box. She sat cross-legged on her closet floor, which was a fairly large walk-in.

  "You know this closet helped sell me on this place," she offered, looking up at him with the same grin she'd given him when they were making love. It was a grin of passion, and he swore anytime he would see it on her face he would immediately be hungry
for her. "I never thought it would be this useful for detective work, though," she added, laughing. "We need to set up my spy equipment, too. If there is anyone at Mario's home, maybe we can get a clue what is going on right now."

  "Okay. That's all of the pictures." Jake shoved his phone into his pocket. "I don't think I can sit on the floor in there with you. But I'll grab your equipment. Where is it?"

  "Nothing about you is small," she said, and color washed over her cheeks. Blushing didn't seem to bother her. He was still blessed with that incredibly vivacious smile.

  "My mom fed me well." He shrugged and grinned at her.

  Angela stared at him a moment, her smile fading but the glow in her eyes remaining. She was processing something about him, and he wished like hell he could get into her thoughts. The moment passed, though, and she returned her attention to her laptop. "There's a false bottom in my black suitcase. My listening devices are in there."

  When he returned to her bedroom a few minutes later, Angela had shoved all of her hanging clothes to the back of the closet, almost doubling the space. She still sat cross-legged, her fingers hovered over the keys, and grinned up at him.

  "Is there enough room now?"

  She wanted him sitting in here with her. God. Jake almost felt light-headed from the pleasure that swelled inside him. "Let's see," he said, entering her walk-in closet and managing to sit on the floor by the door and put the equipment he'd brought upstairs in between them.

  They worked silently next to each other, situating the monitoring box and opening pictures. Within minutes, they had the most cramped detective office Jake had ever imagined seeing. And they were up and running.

  Jake switched channels, flipping from the bugs on the patio to the bugs in Mario's room. He started thinking the one she'd put in his room might be dead or discovered. There wasn't any sound coming from it at all. He heard a hum from the one on the patio. When he switched over to the one in the limo, it was silent as well.

  "Oh my God! Jake," Angela cried out, reaching for him and grabbing his arm. "I don't believe it. Crap. You've done it!"