Revenge #5

by Knight, JJ

  REVENGE

  Volume 5

  JJ KNIGHT

  www.jjknight.com

  Copyright © 2014 by JJ Knight

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews, fan-made graphics, and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  JJ Knight

  www.jjknight.com

  Chapter 1

  My dreams merge with reality.

  It’s Monday morning. I’ve been dreaming of Dylan Wolf, and I wake to find him in my bed.

  I roll over to sleepily cuddle up to his warm body.

  My alarm clock will be ringing soon, which only makes these moments more precious.

  His back is to me, and his skin feels cooler at his shoulders. I kiss him between the shoulder blades. He stirs in his sleep. His breathing doesn’t change.

  I run my fingers up along his spine, then down again. My fingers detect the scar on his back as a soft speed bump. I trace the line. The jagged line runs horizontally just below his rib cage.

  This scar has to be from when he was attacked with a knife. He hasn’t told me that’s how he got this particular scar, but I know he was hurt. All the news stories said he’d been injured. I keep tracing the line, wondering how deep the blade went.

  The scar is thicker near his spine. I shudder at how close the line comes to his backbone. It might have been the bone itself that stopped the blade.

  I can only imagine what pain he must have experienced. He was stabbed in the back, literally and figuratively. His own wife betrayed him and had her lover try to kill him. Or else she didn’t, and the young man was a crazed stalker.

  My hands get clammy thinking about Dylan’s trauma.

  It didn’t even happen to me, and this is how I’m reacting. His memories must be so awful.

  He stirs again, waking up. I guiltily pull my hand away from the scar and drape my arm over his side. I kiss him again between his shoulder blades. The past is in the past. All I want to do is make Dylan happy right now.

  He clears his throat. The vibration of his deep voice fills his chest, within my arms.

  I give his back another kiss.

  “Is that my groupie?” he asks sleepily.

  “Excuse me?” I reach down and pinch his butt cheek. It’s bare. We’re both completely naked.

  “Hey, no pinching.” He grabs my hand and pulls it over his hip.

  “Don’t call me your groupie.”

  “That’s right. You’re my lover. I don’t need a groupie, because my lover handles all my needs.” He guides my hand and wraps it around his hardening length. “All my needs.”

  The touch of his hot, hard skin in my hand is surprising. It makes me suck in my breath through clenched teeth. He feels so good.

  I kiss him again between the shoulder blades while I gently work him with one hand. After our weekend together in the hotel, I’m starting to know what he likes.

  He shifts his body so he’s on his back. I haven’t let go, and continue to stroke him. I’m on my side. I prop my head up with my free hand.

  He gazes over at me. My lover has a smile on his lips and adoration in his dark brown eyes. His dark hair falls to the side, touching one eyebrow.

  Below the covers, I tighten my grip. He closes his eyes. I speed up, until I see his jaw muscles clench. He tilts his head back, eyes still closed.

  His pulse in his neck is visible and captivating. I lean forward, tickling his face with my hair. I kiss his neck. He groans, his voice full of that trademark Dylan Wolf grit.

  “Slow down, lover,” he growls.

  “Or what?”

  “Or I’ll come on your sheets, and I don’t want to come yet. I want to stay. I want to stay here with you.”

  “I’ve got to go to work. I can’t stay here all day.”

  He reaches down and pulls my hand away. “I want you,” he says.

  “Okay.” I’m already naked, so I reach over for the condoms.

  “No,” he says softly.

  I look down into his eyes. He knows I’m not on birth control yet. We talked about it at the hotel. It wasn’t the most sexy of talks, but I’m glad we had it. He went and got tested after our first time, to protect me.

  I want to go bare right now, but I know better. My body wants him, though.

  “Dylan, we can’t yet.”

  He takes my hand and rubs my palm against his cheek. He’s got stubble, but his cheek isn’t too rough.

  “Do you trust me?” he asks.

  “I think so.”

  He points to a spot on the pillow, beside his face. “I want you to put one knee here.” He points to the other side of his face. “And the other knee right there.”

  My heart flutters. I don’t know if I can do that. I’m not even sure if he means what I think.

  “Come on,” he says. “What are you waiting for?”

  He slides down on the bed and folds the pillow in half behind his head.

  I’m nervous about exposing myself, but we did take a break last night to shower before we fell asleep. I think I feel clean enough to do something so dirty.

  “Your thighs are so sexy,” he murmurs. “Bring them up here, beautiful.”

  I straddle his chest and then work my way up. He keeps murmuring encouragement. Soon I’m hovering over his mouth. He takes my hips and pulls me to his lips.

  His chin stubble grazes my inner thighs. His tongue nudges into me. I gasp at the sensation. He’s been here before, but not held captive under me. It’s so intimate.

  I look down at his face between my thighs. He gives me a little eyebrow raise, then closes his eyes.

  My legs start to tremble. I’m trying to hold myself away, but he’s fighting me. His hands are on my hips, trying to pull me down against him.

  I lean forward and rest my palms on the bed above his head. This changes the tilt of my hips, and puts him in heavenly direct contact.

  I moan and rock slowly against him.

  “That’s my girl,” he says between licks.

  He pushes my knees apart until I’m low enough that he doesn’t have to strain his neck.

  I’m so open to him in this position, it scares me. His tongue and lips are working a magic like I’ve never felt, not quite like this. His hands are free now to slide up and down my legs.

  He pulls away just long enough to say, “You’re so beautiful, my angel. You taste so good. I could do this all day.”

  I answer with a muted moan. My impulse is to rock my hips, but I’m scared of pressing too hard.

  He keeps murmuring sweet things. He coaxes me to come. He reaches up and cups my breasts in his hands.

  I tell him I like this, but I’m too nervous.

  He slides his hands down my sides. “Then don’t move,” he says.

  He reaches over for a condom and puts it on without looking. He then grabs my hips. I expect him to move me down and onto him, but he slides me up an inch. His nose tickles me. He plunges into me with his tongue, driving wetly in. His tongue is firm, yet soft compared to his fingers.

  He groans about wanting to be inside me. The soft pressure of his tongue makes me cry out desperately for more.

  I pull away, my legs shaking.

  He opens his beautiful dark brown eyes and gazes up at me. He seems curious about what I’ll do next
.

  I reach down and grab him around the base, where the rolled edge of the condom is. He’s very hard, and pointed up, in line with his body. I bend him back and lower myself onto him in one motion. I’m so wet, he slides in all the way.

  He bucks underneath me, raising his hips. He braces his feet on the bed and lifts me again.

  I slide off a little, and my body shifts to the side.

  He lifts me again, roughly.

  I lean forward and hang on with my legs. I want him inside me, filling me, not bucking me off.

  His eyes flash at me.

  I shake my head and give him a playful glare.

  He’s messing with me, trying to throw me off on purpose.

  With a sigh, I fall forward and let my body go limp against his chest.

  He gives me another playful buck. I’m totally relaxed, so I slide right off without fighting. He’s between my legs, but not inside me.

  I let out a sigh. “That was great.”

  He’s still for a moment. “You already came?”

  I keep my cheek on his shoulder, my face pointed away. “I don’t need to come every time,” I say casually. “It’s nice just being held by you.” I fake a sleepy yawn. “I should probably hit the shower.”

  He grabs my hips and pushes me down onto the tip.

  “We’re not done yet,” he says.

  I giggle. “I’m tired. Let’s sleep for ten minutes before the alarm clock goes off.”

  He groans in protest and tries to push in further. I squeeze my muscles and resist him.

  He pushes again. I do a fake-yawn and tense my body just enough to resist his movement.

  He pushes and I resist.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, running his hands through my hair and across my shoulders.

  He rocks his hips, moving slowly inside me.

  “My beautiful Jessica. My angel. My lover.”

  He keeps rocking his hips. He’s only half in, but I can feel his body changing underneath me. His breathing gets shallow. He’s charged with resistance and tension.

  Inside me, he grows thicker.

  Each slow, gentle stroke becomes more powerful than the last.

  I can no longer pretend I’m not interested.

  I start moving with him, but still lightly.

  He presses one hand against the small of my back as if to hold me steady.

  I turn my face back to his. I kiss him with feathery softness.

  His mouth stops moving, and he’s just breathing against my lips.

  He starts to shake under me, and we curl against each other softly.

  The pulsing of him coming sends off the final burst of pleasure deep inside me. Everything goes black as the dam breaks.

  We grip each other tightly, neither willing to let the other go.

  Chapter 2

  I’m trying to get dressed for work.

  Dylan keeps making things difficult for me.

  I put something on, he takes it off.

  “Dylan, I’m not the one with the recording deal,” I say, laughing. “This girl’s gotta go to work, to get a pay check, to pay rent and stuff.”

  He’s already dressed, and lounging on my unmade bed. He hooks his finger into the waistband of my underwear as I walk by. He drags them down my hips.

  “You don’t need these,” he says. “They’re always getting in my way. I’m banning underwear from your wardrobe.”

  “I need underwear for work.”

  “You can still work without them.”

  “But I’d rather not.”

  He rolls back on the bed. He relaxes with his arms folded back behind his head.

  “Then wear the white cotton ones,” he says.

  “Why? I bought all new underwear. I thought you didn’t like the white ones. Too virginal or whatever.”

  He raises his eyebrows and gives me his trademark hungry wolf look.

  “What I like… is variety.”

  The way he says variety makes my skin crawl.

  What if I’m not enough variety for him?

  I’m not even going to see him this week. Will he need more variety before then? We won’t be together until the weekend, because he’s traveling for work.

  He’s flying off to New York with Marley and Bianca, the twin sisters who will be touring with him. They’re doing appearances this week on talk shows, plus some sightseeing.

  I wouldn’t mind seeing New York.

  I’ve been hoping he’ll tell me to quit my job and come with him.

  But he hasn’t.

  I pull off my new underwear and pull on a pair of the plain white cotton panties I moved to LA with. When I came here, I was a virgin. And now I’m not.

  For a brief moment, I feel the loss. I’m a long way from home. I’m a long way from who I used to be.

  “What’s in here?” Dylan reaches for the jewelry box on the dresser beside my bed.

  “Accessories. If you’re so interested in my wardrobe, pick out something for me to wear.”

  He opens the miniature treasure chest and starts sorting through my things. There’s not much in there, except some braided friendship bracelets and costume jewelry.

  “You’re not into jewelry, are you?” he asks.

  “Sorry, it’s just cheap crap.”

  “I’ll have to buy you something pretty.”

  “Maybe in New York.”

  “There’s an idea.” He lets out a low chuckle, like he’s planning something.

  While he’s occupied, and not trying to undress me, I quickly finish getting my clothes on. I choose a dark gray dress with a thin belt. I pair it with a blue blazer. It’s more clothing than I need for a sunny day in LA, but the basement archives can get cool.

  “This looks expensive.” He holds up the gold key pendant that Stephanie from Morris Music gave me. “You must have a billionaire boyfriend I don’t know about.”

  I grab the necklace from his hand. I should have pawned this thing as soon as I got it.

  “It’s kinda tacky. Just a dumb bonus gift from work.”

  Dylan stays in his casual pose on my bed, but his eyes are alert. Almost suspicious.

  “A bonus for what?” he asks.

  “For sleeping with you, ha ha. What do you think?”

  “Q warned me about some of the Morris tactics.”

  My heart starts racing. I should just tell him. I should confess that I took money from Morris to get close to him, but only because I wanted to be with him anyway.

  “What did Q say?” I ask cautiously.

  “That you guys are tricky.”

  “That’s all?”

  There’s a tap at my door.

  Riley calls out from the other side, “Safe to come in?”

  Dylan answers, “Jess has a boy in her room.”

  Riley pushes open the door. “Really?” She looks right at Dylan and frowns. In her most disappointed voice, she says, “Oh, it’s just you.”

  Dylan flicks his eyes over to me. “I think I liked her better when she was too shy to make fun of me.”

  “What is it?” I ask Riley.

  She frowns down at her phone, which is in her hand.

  “Your boss has a crush on me,” she says.

  “Nick?”

  “No, Mr. Morris. The big boss.”

  “What’s going on? A crush? I thought he was trying to recruit you?”

  Dylan looks confused, so I turn to him and explain. Last week, I went out on assignment with a musician who’s with Morris. I took the guy shopping for hats and sunglasses for a photo shoot. Then we went out dancing, and I took Amanda and Riley with us.

  It was all on a Morris expense account, and we had a great time. The next morning, Mr. Morris had already gotten a full report, and tried to recruit Riley to work for the company. She turned him down, because… I don’t know.

  “Riley, why did you turn down the job?” I ask her.

  “Because the pay wasn’t good enough for that level of whoring myself out, obvi
ously.”

  Dylan watches quietly from the bed. I widen my eyes at Riley and try to give her a secret look. What I want to do is choke her until she stops talking. I can’t believe she’s wrecking my life, like she always does.

  “And by whoring, I mean sales,” she says quickly.

  “Yes, sales,” I say.

  She turns and explains to Dylan, “Which is basically what I do as a pharmaceutical rep. I shouldn’t call it whoring. I go for lunches and flirt a little with the doctors. That’s why they hire pretty girls for this job, and not chemists, though chemists would be better qualified…”

  She trails off because I’m giving her a dirty look. She’s not helping.

  I point to her phone. “Mr. Morris? You were saying?”

  “Right.” Her cheeks are pink from blushing, and she’s backing her way out of my bedroom. “He sent me a message a few days ago, about salary expectations. I answered him back, and then he asked some more questions. He was so sweet.”

  “And?”

  Her face scrunches. “I kinda-sorta sent him a cute selfie with my boobs pushed together.”

  “Riley! He’s my boss.”

  “I’m not into him!”

  “How many text messages?”

  She looks up at the ceiling. “Not that many. More than a dozen, less than a hundred.”

  “Tell him you’re seeing someone, and stop sending him messages. Seriously. You’re the older sister here. You should know better.”

  “But this could be good for you. I think he’s trying to impress me by looking out for you.”

  I roll my eyes. “Please. I’m down in the basement. If that’s with the owner of the company looking out for me, I’d hate to see what happened to me if I pissed him off.”

  She hesitates near my door, looking at her phone.

  “Jess, his message this morning was extra weird. There’s some shit going down at the company. Just go with it, and don’t tell anyone. He said he’ll take care of you.”

  “WTF, Riley. You make no sense.”

  She hands me the phone so I can read the message:

  Riley,