Stealing Dallas (Search & Seek Book 2)

by Amanda Mackey

  In the most sensual way I could muster, I poured everything I had into the kiss, making sure we were sealed together perfectly. Our tongues naturally found one another, seeking out like bloodhounds. I didn’t rush but took my sweet time, swallowing her whimpers as we French-kissed. I’d never really taken the time to savor someone so readily. My normal routine was to get naked as quickly as possible and bury myself into a woman. This was different. Rose was different. I wanted to cherish her. To memorize every sound she made. Every pull of her mouth on mine. To etch her essence into my soul. We were making out like teenagers and I was all in. Happy to drag out the slow build up. My dick was telling me otherwise, but it would just have to behave for now. I was in control of this crazy train ride.

  “Take me to bed, Jagger, and put those hot lips all over me.” It was said with such a pleading tone. Who was I to deny her?

  Standing up, holding out my hand, wishing I could haul her over my shoulder and carry her off like a primal Neanderthal, but not being able to, I led her to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.

  It was barely shut and I had her nailed against it, my hands seeking her luscious curves. She took me to a world where I could forget everything except pleasure. I needed that so fucking much at the moment and if I wasn’t mistaken, she did too.

  My greedy mouth ravished her skin down her neck and across her shoulder, pulling aside her long-sleeved shirt.

  “Take it off,” she ordered. I liked her all bossy. It had me purring in response.

  “Lift your arms up.” Two could play her game. “Keep them up.”

  Her breathing was doing all kinds of crazy things as I lifted the shirt up and off with one hand, pinning her to the wall with my groin. My throbbing muscle tensed further when she pressed her pubic bone in and swirled her hips.

  I was desperate for her but I still wanted to utilize some restraint so I could drag it out longer. Brushing my fingers up her side to rest beside each breast, I watched her skin erupt in goosebumps. She began to lower her arms but I growled out, “Arms up!”

  The green of her eyes tinted darker with arousal, my words only serving to turn her on more. She had a wilder side I loved to play with. I’d explore it more soon. It was time to show her just how much I could have her body strumming like a finely tuned guitar.

  “Jagger. Do something. I need more.”

  My erection must have hit the spot she was craving because her lower body shuddered, a shriek sounding out above her heavy breathing.

  “Feel good, darlin’?”

  “Yes, but touch me, for God’s sake. Somewhere. Anywhere.”

  “Hmmm. I don’t know. I quite like the idea of making you come just from rubbing myself against you. I’m still half-clothed too.”

  She trembled again, her grinding becoming harder. Her elbows were bent but her hands were still above her head. Her eyes were opening and closing with each wave of pleasure flowing into her.

  “At least get those damn jeans off. I want to feel you.”

  “How about you take them off? Then I want those arms back in the air.”

  She didn’t hesitate. Fingers flicking and delving. Scraping and peeling. Cool air swirled around my hot erection once my jeans and boxers were at my feet. The contrast in temperature made me clench my ass cheeks.

  Rose was on her knees, and if I chose to, I could have her mouth around me as quick as wink. Later. Right in that moment, I needed her on her feet.

  “Stand. You know what to do with your arms.”

  As she rose, she purposefully pressed her breasts into my thighs, slowly gaining height. My cock pulsed as the mounds, peaked with hard capsules, skimmed up my sensitive bar, spearing the center of her sternum. The pillowed softness stroked up each side. I arched into her, basking in the feel, letting out a stifled snarl.

  Her teasing didn’t last more than a second. One strong hand reached under her armpit, lifting her up so I could plaster her to the door again.

  I let my mouth drop down on her stiff nipples, alternating between both, pulling on them hard while Rose bucked and writhed. My palms spanned across her butt cheeks, cupping them and kneading the handfuls. Sounds broke free from her throat, chased by sharp inhalations. I didn’t give her any mercy, and when I looked at my handiwork, her pink shoots had colored purple. Flicking each one with my tongue, I stood tall, meeting her glassy eyes.

  “You’re torturing me. I can’t take any more,” she cried.

  “On the bed. Legs spread for me. I’ve only just started, sweetness.”

  Stepping out of the puddle of clothes at my feet, I watched her pad to the bed, her sweet ass calling to me as it swayed with the movement. Tap that, I would. Very soon. Giving my painful rod a couple of strokes, I tailed her and paused until she was front and center before climbing on board.

  My eyes were only focused on the aperture between her legs. Christ. She was virtually hairless. A thin landing strip was all that remained. Heat roared in my loins. I wet my mouth, whipping my tongue out. With a hand under each knee, I bent them upwards, not letting go so I had her trussed up in my firm grip, open and ready for me. My shoulder burned with the pressure but I used the discomfort to fuel my lust.

  “Watch,” I demanded, needing her to see what I was going to do.

  Her head lifted from the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows. It was visible only in my peripheral vision because I was too focused on what was in front of me. A feast worthy of any king.

  I dove in. The first long strike of my tongue had her squealing and gripping my hair, pulling on it ferociously. It bordered on pain but it was all sorts of good. As she tugged on it, I tugged on her with my lips, both of us working against each other. Her scent and taste drove me wild. I smothered her with my mouth, drinking her fluids, feeling her clench and unclench beneath me.

  I checked to see if she was still watching. Only barely. Her eyelids had lowered, her mouth open to let out her heaves. She’d never looked more glorious.

  Her legs began quaking and I knew she was close to detonating so I pulled back.

  “Aarrgh.” Pushing on my skull to get me to continue, I held my ground firmly, allowing myself a peek at her expression. Frustration made her frown amidst her flushed skin and sudden clenched jaw. “Keep going.”

  Letting her legs fall to the bed, I crawled up her lithe body, resting myself comfortably over her. “Ah, ah, ah,” I lightly scolded, giving her the smile I knew curled her toes.

  “You’re so mean,” she puffed, lacing her fingers through my hair and wrapping her legs around my waist.

  “I want to be inside you when you fall apart, sweetheart.” Leaning down, I chastely kissed her, loving my teasing. Her hips bucked forward in invitation, so I reached down between us and gripped my dick, lining it up for a hole in one.

  “You ready, Rose? Hmm? You holding on tight?”

  I didn’t let her answer before I jetted into her without pause, not stopping until I hit the end of her channel and my balls were tight up against her perineum. It was tricky and a ton of effort, putting all my weight on one arm, but I dealt with it for the moment, knowing I’d have to change positions soon.

  “Yeeesss!” I gritted out, holding still for a moment so I wouldn’t blow from the sensation of her gripping me.

  Her head was driven back, exposing the tightened column of her neck, so I licked up the length of it, needing my mouth on her. Fingernails dug into the skin on my back, probably drawing blood, but it only served to heighten my desire.

  “Christ, Rose. Feel that? Do you feel how well we fit together?”

  “Umm,” was her only response.

  Inching out slowly, barely able to compose myself through the need for friction, I rubbed both sides of her jaw with my thumbs as my mouth suckled and licked around to her ear. When I was almost out, just the tip hovering inside her warm folds, I waited. My loins shook from the ferocity of my need, but I wanted her to beg.

  When I felt her clasp both my ass cheeks and cry out, �
�Jagger, I don’t want gentle and slow. I want you to ruin me. Don’t hold back. Don’t you dare!”

  Music to my ears. Hearing a woman beg me to unleash my animal. As much as I wanted to show Rose how sweet and gentle I could be, I knew she preferred the rough, aggressive side of me in bed. Knowing what she wanted and hearing it fall from her sexy ass lips, I let my true nature take over.

  Rising up onto my knees, dragging her hips with me, I hooked her knees around my waist.

  “Cross your ankles behind me. Lock yourself in place and arch your back off the bed.”

  When she’d done that, I used my hips to power into her, groaning in satisfaction. With each nudge of her cervix, she let go her own curses. We were angled for maximum penetration. With my arms free, I rocked back and forth, enjoying her slick heat. It was nice but I needed more.

  As much as I enjoyed her on her back, I was more a ‘take from behind’ kind of guy. My baser instincts cherished seeing her ass in the air, having full access to her hair should I wish to grip onto it as I pounded into her. Extracting myself, I barked out, “On your hands and knees, now, Rose! Face on the bed, ass in the air.”

  She moaned and complied instantly. Pushing her torso down lower, I ran both of my hands over her tight butt cheeks, slapping them to bring out some color. I was so hard I thought I might come from the sight of her pinked flesh.

  Delving a finger into her dripping opening, I smeared her juices all the way back to her tight, puckered hole, painting it in clear fluids. It twitched at my touch.

  “Is this stunning asshole still a virgin, darlin’?” I guessed the answer but wanted to hear it from her. My thumb circled it softly.

  “Yes.”

  “We’re going to have to change that real soon.” Keeping my thumb pressed on it without penetrating it, I ploughed forward with my rock hard cock into her oozing channel.

  “Aaaargh!” Her cry vibrated through me as I let go completely. No mercy.

  Winding strands of her shiny hair around my fist, I dragged her head back with one hand, the other leaving her anus and resting on her ass cheek. And then I was braced and thundering into her as if my life depended on it.

  “God, Rose. You feel so fucking amazing. I want to hear you scream out my name.”

  “Jagger!” Her muscles began to seize me good and proper as she climbed to the summit. Her voice drowned out mine.

  “Oh! Don’t stop.” Her face was screwed up, her fingers balling the sheets. Every time I sunk in, a fire struck my nerve endings. My balls were so heavy and hard, tucked up high, ready for release.

  “Unravel, angel. All the way. Shatter into pieces for me.”

  Her low moans turned into something else entirely as I watched and felt her fly apart. I had to let go of her hair and brace her hips to keep her grounded to the bed. Severe shockwaves exploded out as she stopped breathing, a choked sound gurgling into the quiet. Everything south of my waist responded. Deep inside me the rumble of my orgasm rolled outwards, paving a destructive path of deadly pleasure through my cock, so much so that I blacked out for a second as the blissful waves of release expelled burning jets of semen into Rose’s shaking body. I fought for breath, stilling and holding her tightly against me, soaring with the pleasure. It was the most intense orgasm ever and I never wanted it to stop.

  “Motherfucker!” I yelled, high as a kite, ass cheeks clenched, my body covered in a sheen of sweat.

  Rose was simpering beneath me as we both collapsed to the bed. The position made me fall out of her. I couldn’t move. My legs were numb. My heart was drumming against her back. “What the hell, woman? You wrecked me. Totally fucking wrecked me.”

  She giggled, twisting and pushing me off so she could roll over. I landed on my back beside her, willing my pulse to calm down. Her head came to rest in the crook of my arm, her fingers delicately fluttering over my abdomen. I syphoned in much needed air, expanding my lungs fully, the pinpricks of blackness fading away.

  Every cell in my body was buzzing. Filled up with Rose, I was overflowing. She was everywhere. My heart, mind, and soul were submerged in her. I wanted to shout out to the world that I was deeply and utterly in love with her. I wanted to shower her with the words but I needed to know the feeling wasn’t merely heightened by the phenomenal sex we’d enjoyed since I’d been released from prison. I didn’t think it was, but before I declared my devotion, I had to make sure. Plus there was the fact I couldn’t give her all the things I wanted to. Lying here with her wrapped up in me though, I hoped maybe that wouldn’t matter to her. Maybe love would be enough. Falling for someone in such an epic way was a huge thing for me. I certainly didn’t spout endearments lightly. What if she broke my heart and I never recovered? She had the power to do that to me. I suppose in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t really matter now because she had me undone. She had my heart. It was all hers. That was my last coherent thought before I drifted off.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Rose

  The next two days floated by on a cloud of steamy sex, long hot showers, and brief moments to eat. We’d been keeping each other occupied while waiting to hear from the FBI. I was surprised we hadn’t heard something regarding the phone call they were going to trace. Surely it wouldn’t have taken this long.

  On Thursday morning while putting my hair up in front of the bathroom mirror, I heard Jagger’s phone ring.

  I couldn’t tell what he was saying because he was in the small living room, so I finished up and hurried out to find him standing with his back to me, looking out the front window. His broad muscly torso was a sight to behold above tight black denim jeans and thick boots. I stopped to ogle him, half listening, half fantasizing.

  He’d removed the bandage from his wound, leaving behind a large stitched scar that would take a long time to totally heal.

  I was dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a hoodie, with thick socks and some fleecy boots. Outside I could see a white frost covering the small grassed area. My car had a thin layer of ice over it and as someone walked past the motel, I could see their breath puffing out.

  Turning sideways, Jagger must have caught sight of me. He smiled and closed the distance, the phone still held to his ear. His ravished me just with his stare. The front of him was even grander with his chiseled pecs and abs begging for my touch. I tried not to get sidetracked as I focused on his expression, garnering that whatever was being said must have been okay because he remained calm. If anything, hope gleamed in his eyes.

  “Yep. That’s awesome. Don’t lose her. Okay. I will. Thank you.”

  Ending the call without glancing at his phone and then throwing it on the chair beside me, he stabilized my head with both hands, pinning me to him with a fiery look that ignited my blood. He swooped down, robbing me of breath when his shapely mouth attacked mine. It seemed as if he was throwing everything into the kiss, showing me what words couldn’t.

  All too quickly he pulled back, a stunning grin pulling his cheeks wide. The corners of his eyes crinkled. He’d never looked more beautiful.

  “That was Agent Crowther. They’ve traced the call Dallas made to Casper, Wyoming.”

  Surprise widened my eyes. “What the heck? She’s certainly going cross-country. I wonder what’s in Casper?”

  “Who knows? I’m just happy they have a location. Crowther’s got two men on it. They arrived this morning and are following up on a couple of leads. After questioning some cops she’d had associations with, they’ve gathered some information which could prove helpful. He wouldn’t say more. Understandable, I guess.”

  Brushing the skin across his shoulder, I gave him my own genuine smile. “That’s fantastic. They’re closing in. It’s all going to be over soon.”

  Sighing out any remaining tension, he said, “I’m really feeling it now. As long as she doesn’t hurt Dallas, I think it will all work out.”

  Happy that he was happy, I decided to broach my departure the next day. “I still have to head back tomorrow. I was hoping you’d co
me with me. It’s a long way to drive on my own.”

  He looked torn. Stepping back, he sat on the arm of the chair. Eyes cast downward, he took a couple of deep breaths. “I feel so far away back there. Here, I’m closer. I know that sounds insane, but the idea of returning to Buckeye makes me feel like I’m putting too much distance between me and my brother.”

  I knelt down and placed both my hands on his knees. “You’ve done what you could. It’s time to hand over the keys to Agent Crowther and his team. I understand how the vast distance might make you feel isolated, but staying here isn’t going to change the outcome. You can’t do any more.”

  Watching him blink and then study me, he slowly nodded. “I know you’re right. I just…I hate this. Knowing he’s out there with that woman.”

  “Soon, she’s going to be behind bars and she won’t have access to him ever again. All this will be over. Just a bad memory.”

  Placing a hand around my waist and pulling me into him so my head was buried in his neck, he whispered, “How did you get to be so incredible?”

  “I guess you just bring out the best in me.”

  “Liar.” He ran a hand through my hair and kissed my head, chuckling softly.

  And so it was established, we would both make the arduous journey back to Buckeye the following morning. It pleased me to no end, I wouldn’t have to tackle the distance on my own. The week had been full of ups and downs, and sitting behind the wheel for endless hours would certainly unhinge me.

  ***

  With the sunrise chasing our tail, we set off early for the drive back to Salt Lake City. We’d decided to do the trip in reverse, even managing to book a room at the same motel in Utah.

  Jagger drove the first four hours and I finished off the last leg, happy to share the load. Both our moods were lighter on the trip back with an end in sight to Dallas’ abduction. Our crazy lives would return to normal soon and that was fine with me. As much as I loved to travel and see more of our country, doing so under duress was not the ideal way to do it. I was glad I could be there for Jagger. He didn’t have anyone else he could put his trust in. It was a sad fact. Hopefully when we all got settled, he’d be able to make some friends.