by N. Alleman
I feel like I need to explain myself. The story makes me sound like a terrible, heartless sister. But really, I was just afraid.
“Where were you trying to go?” Jake wants to know next.
“Into the city. She worked in a club when I lived with her, and last I heard, she was still there.”
“What kind of club?”
I don’t answer.
“Dancing?” Jake pries.
I nod, unable to form a coherent sentence.
“Which club?”
“Pussies Galore.” The words are dirty on my tongue, yet I force them out. “That’s where I was going to go first.”
Jake laughs, and I shoot him an annoyed look.
“So you wanted to hunt her down without any cash, gas, or connections?” he says. “And with her ex probably on your tail, ready to grab you when you weren’t careful. Genius plan, Daisy.”
“Oh, screw you,” I reply, getting off the bed. I’ve just spilled my guts to him, and apparently, all he can do in response is mock me.
It also annoys me that he makes a good point.
Before I can properly move away, he grabs me and pulls me closer. I resist, but it’s futile. Next thing I know, he’s pulled me into his lap, just like he did in the bar only an hour or so ago. It feels as if we’ve been with each other for much longer than that, the way he pulls me to him like I already belong to him.
“Let me go,” I demand, but he glares at me.
“I can help,” he says.
“I don’t need your help,” I snarl at him.
“Oh?” Jake grabs both my wrists with one hand, his other coming up to my face and gently rubbing my mouth. I part my lips, a sigh escaping. I can feel his rock-hard abs beneath me, and his erection pressing against my clit.
Damn, it feels good.
“I think you do,” Jake says, his finger trailing down my chin and throat before coming to rest on my collarbone. My breathing is ragged now, hoping he’ll do more, but at the same time praying he won’t.
My body succumbs, and I grind against him involuntarily, and the bastard grins like I just gave him the Christmas present ever.
“Help me, then,” I say, my voice shaky.
Jake’s hands find my hips, and he rubs me against his groin.
I gasp out loud.
“I will help you, baby doll,” he promises.
For a second, he looks like a nice guy, but then a shadow darkens his features, and I know I won’t like what he’ll say next.
“Just know, sweetheart—you’re gonna pay for that help.” He looks like the devil himself when he grins, knowing how turned on I am.
But I’m the bigger fool, because I’m already nodding to his request, sealing my fate.
7
Jake
I'm surprised she agrees, but I don't let her see it.
Instead, I lick my lips, thinking about kissing her.
I'm going to enjoy this.
Scratch that. I’m going to fucking love this.
"What do you want?" Daisy whispers, her mouth so close to mine that I can taste her breath on my lips.
"I want you to ride me," I growl. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips, and I pull her forward until she gasps. "I want to fuck you raw, baby doll."
She shivers in my grasp, appearing shocked by my words.
"I'm not a whore,” she protests.
I laugh her off. "Everyone has a price.”
No one likes to hear it, but it’s the truth.
Daisy shakes her head angrily, and just like that, our moment is broken. She slides off my lap and glares at me.
Tugging my shirt down as far as it will go, she sputters, "You can't buy me, Jake. I thought this was quid pro quo, but you're not playing fair."
"Sweetheart," I say, my voice patronizingly sweet. "There’s no such thing as fair. Except that place farm kids go to show their hogs and eat cotton candy."
She rolls her eyes. But before she can get away from me, I grab her by the waist and yank her back into my arms.
She yelps but doesn’t squirm, and soon I've squashed her against my body again. "You gonna fight me?"
"Every step of the way."
My hands find her ass, and I grab both cheeks. They’re firm, round, and full, ready for me. Ready to be spanked. Hard.
Daisy shivers under my touch.
We both know she's turned on like never before in her life, begging for me to take this further. She may say one thing, but the truth is something quite different. Her body can’t lie.
I squeeze her ass, slowly lowering my mouth until it hits her hard nipples. She gasps out loud.
"Jake..." My name is like a soft prayer on her lips, begging me to keep going.
I roll her left nipple in my mouth through the thin cotton fabric of the shirt I lent her. Soft, shuddering moans escape her lips as I bite down. I'm not fucking gentle either, but she loves it, arching her body so her breast fills my mouth.
I move away for a second, and her whine shows me how much she misses my mouth on her.
"So you want me to stop already?" I tease.
She doesn't need to know I'm too far gone to stop now. Even if the fucking cops and a SWAT team were banging at the door right at this second, I still wouldn’t be able to stop.
Daisy struggles with her answer. She obviously wants to keep her dignity, yet she's too turned on to say no.
Instead, she just shakes her head dismissively, but I'm a bastard, and I want more.
My left hand gently grabs her by the throat, and my right one goes between her thighs, moving them apart. She takes a sharp intake of air, and her legs tremble as I pry them open.
"Tell me you want this," I order her. "Tell me how badly you want to be fucked, or I'll stop. Right. Fucking. Now."
Daisy's eyes find mine, glazed over with lust and desire. "Okay," she breathes heavily. "Yes ... do it."
"Do what?" I'm relentless, needing to hear the dirty words coming from those pristine lips.
"Fuck me, please, Jake," she begs in a raspy voice, and it's like I've broken a dam. My fingers tease the soft skin of her inner thighs, and her head lolls back, needing so much more. "Please, Jake, fuck ... please, I want to feel you inside me."
I spin her around as fast as I can, bending her over the bed as she begs for more. Her shirt rides up, revealing her perfectly toned ass cheeks. Fuck, she's beautiful. So young, so innocent.
I can't wait to fucking ruin her.
My hand cups her ass, and I growl in her ear. Daisy arches her back against my chest, not as innocent as she first looked. "Look how naughty you are," I say to her. "You're such a bad girl..."
She moans under me, and my fingers slap her thighs wider apart, finding the soft spot between her legs. She's wet as hell, dripping with desire, needing to feel me inside. As I cup her pussy, she pushes her center into my hand. My fingers find her clit, and I gently massage the spot I know will drive her crazy.
"Fuck," she moans loudly, throwing her head back.
"Such a dirty mouth," I tell her. "Playing such a good girl, but really you're a filthy girl, aren't you, Daisy?"
She nods, her lips tightly pressed together, probably to stop her from yelling my name.
I plunge my index finger inside her.
Fuck me, she feels amazing. So wet, so tight around my finger. I can only imagine how delicious it will feel to have her riding my cock.
"Want more?" I tease, outlining her swollen pussy lips.
"Yes," she breathes heavily.
"One more finger?" I tease her, and she nods fervently.
"Please," she says.
"How many more?" I want to know.
"All of them," she begs, shivering under my touch. "Fuck me with all your fingers."
I stretch her pussy, pushing in two other fingers, and she arches her back, exposed in every way possible. Her pussy is dripping wet, begging to be ravaged, but she can't take another finger, or I'll split her open.
"Naughty girl, you don
't have room for more," I tell her. "I'll have to stretch you out if you want to take my cock in there."
Her whole body shakes. I grab her hair, pulling it back until she's forced to look at me. She bites her bottom lip, her face twisted in ecstasy, her eyes firmly closed.
"Look at me, baby doll," I order, and her eyes flutter open. "That's right. Look at me while you come on my fingers."
Her breath catches, and the vibrations coming from her body tell me she’s almost there. She rocks her body against my fingers, grinding, making me apply more pressure.
“Damn girl, you like it rough, don’t you?” She’s turning me on in an unbelievable way, and my free hand goes to my crotch, rubbing my rock-hard dick through my pants.
She’s a wild one.
It’s totally unexpected and completely intoxicating.
“Fuck, Jake,” she whimpers. “I’m going to come! I can’t...”
Her entire body tenses, and I can feel the walls of her pussy clenching around my fingers, gripping me in a tight hold.
“Fuck,” she breathes heavily, and then she’s coming; her body rolls with waves of pleasure. I hold her close and kiss her softly as I wait for the vibrations to end. I let her collapse onto the bed, out of breath.
Finally, I remove my fingers with a delicious popping sound, and I make sure she watches as I lick them clean.
“So fucking sweet,” I say, because it’s fun to watch her cheeks turn red. I slap her ass then step across the room, trying to ignore the enormous hard-on raging in my pants.
“Wait!” Her voice is raspy as she turns to face me, tired from what I’ve just put her through. “Don’t you want to...?”
“Want to what?” I ask her, grinning. I need her to ask. It’s one thing to be on the hook for a murder I didn’t commit. I’m not about to have them come after me for violating a woman too.
“Fuck me,” she breathes.
I take off my jeans, making sure she can see my erection. My dick stands to attention in the boxers I’m wearing, thick and pulsating with need for her. I stand directly in front of Daisy, and her hungry eyes devour my cock.
“Nah,” I reply. “You can’t take me yet.”
She’s about to object but pulls her lip between her teeth and visibly shudders as I stalk toward her. I climb into bed and pull her against my chest. She’s breathing nervously, like she’s half scared of me hurting her and half excited, wanting me to do more bad things to her.
“Sleep,” I order.
I expect her to fight back, but Daisy does as she is told. She snuggles against my chest, her heartbeat becoming increasingly steadier as she winds down for the night.
My dirty girl is sleeping safe and sound, but my cock is still stiff as fuck. I hold Daisy with one hand, rubbing my dick with the other. My balls itch, my shaft ready to be plunged inside her wetness.
I’m mentally cursing myself—it’s my own damn fault that I’ve given myself the worst case of blue balls known to man. Yet I couldn’t fuck her. Something stopped me, a feeling I wasn’t used to.
And it’s still here.
“What have you done to me?” I mumble, stroking Daisy’s cheek as she snores softly, just like she did in the bar.
I don’t get an answer.
Slowly, the darkness pulls me under too, and I let it take me.
8
Daisy
“Good girl, be good for me now.”
His dirty fingers run down my face as the tears spring free. His free hand roams between my thighs, checking for arousal that can’t be there, not for this vile excuse for a man.
He leans in closer, grinning devilishly and making me gulp.
“No one to hear you scream now.”
I wake up with a start, shaking so hard I almost fall off the bed.
I’m in a different bed.
With different sheets.
A man, whispering something tries to get me to calm down.
My breathing is erratic, and I raise a hand to my chest, trying to slow my heartbeat. My voice is hoarse as I try to speak. “What happened?”
“You had a bad dream,” the male tells me. “A nightmare, that’s all. You’re fine now, baby doll. No one can hurt you.”
Baby doll. That sounds familiar, and I blink up at him in confirmation. Deep brown, unrelenting eyes stare down at me, and I can tell that he’s not lying.
Something tells me I’ll always be safe when this man is around.
Slowly, the details come back to me. The bar, the hunt for Karen. The man in the room with me.
An outlaw. A criminal, wanted for murder. A fucking killer I just let finger-fuck me … and I enjoyed it too. My heart speeds up again.
Jake Malone —wanted criminal.
“Shit,” I mumble, curling into a ball under the covers and trying to pretend none of this is happening. How could I have agreed to this? What was I thinking?
Jake may have offered to help me, but what makes me think I can trust him? I should’ve run to the police the moment he let me go. I could bank the reward money to find Karen with, but now I have nothing.
Nothing but him.
“I know what you’re thinking.” Jake’s voice is dark, his expression determined and unrelenting. “You want to go to the cops, don’t you?”
He’s cold and distant now. I swallow the lump in my throat.
“Well,” he says, getting up from the bed and walking over to the fridge. “You can go right the fuck ahead. No one is stopping you.”
He opens the door to the mini-fridge, takes out a small bottle of vodka, uncaps it and downs the contents in one go.
When he’s done, he locks eyes with me again, his gaze cold.
“Door’s right there.”
I look at the door, then back at Jake. He’s turned his back to me, true to his words. I could leave right now if I wanted to.
But do I?
I don’t even know anymore. He’s made me feel like no one ever has before. He made me come so hard that my entire body shook for what felt like forever, and it was fucking amazing.
I’ve never had an orgasm before in my life—which is another secret that I’ve never told anyone. Not even my old boyfriend from back home. And as dumb as it made me feel, a part of me had fallen under Jake’s spell.
Getting out of bed, I consider going to him for reassurance. Even though he’s a dangerous man, and I know I should run, I can’t seem to do that.
His back is to me, and his shoulders look tense. It could be my imagination, but I’m not sure. Hell, I’m not sure of anything anymore.
If I go to the cops and turn Jake in, then I’m doing the right thing—he might deny killing this guy, but he’s happily admitted to me that he beat the shit out of him. But if I don’t go to the police, then…
Well, I don’t really know what that will mean.
We both remain frozen at this moment, feeling time tick past us.
The tension is thick in the air, like a lit match in a room filled with gasoline. Jake refuses to turn around and look at me, so I can’t see his expression, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know exactly how he’s feeling.
My heart pounds so heavily that I can feel it in my mouth. Can he hear it too? What does he make of my confusion?
Then the moment passes, and my mind instantly clears. I know exactly what I need to do.
Upon that revelation, a small sigh escapes my lips, and that sound alone makes Jake’s entire body sag as if a weight has fallen from his shoulders. He slowly spins around to look at me.
As soon as our eyes connect, I know I’ve done the right thing.
All kinds of emotions swirl through my me.
My legs wobble. Jake senses I’m becoming overwhelmed, because in less than a second, he’s by my side. His thick, strong arms wrap around me as he guides me back toward the bed.
“Come on,” he says, sounding slightly awkward, as if he wants to forget that horrible exchange ever happened.
If I’m honest, I do too. I know he’s done b
ad things and that I shouldn’t trust him, but I also know no one else is going to help me find my sister.
As it’s becoming increasingly obvious, I’m not going to be able to do it by myself; I need him a lot more than he needs me.
But it’s more than needing Jake around. I actually want him by my side too. I may have only known him for a matter of hours, but I can’t help it.
I want him desperately.
He lays me down in the warmed sheets of the mostly uncomfortable bed.
“Go back to sleep then,” he whispers.
I swear I feel his lips press against mine, but the gesture is so sweet it seems impossible that it could have come from such a rough and ready man.
Despite this, I allow the feeling of the kiss on my mouth to drift me off into a wonderfully blissful sleep. Memories of his lips against mine and his fingers deep inside me keep me satisfied into the morning.
In my dreams, Jake is inside me. His cock is thick and powerful, and it fills me up.
He was right. I did need stretching out to fit him. He’s so damn huge.
He rocks away on top of me, and each thrust hits the right spot inside of me, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
“Dirty girl,” he pants, becoming increasingly aroused by the sounds I make, and his cock twitches and pulses inside me.
The fact that such a strong, masculine man is sexually excited by me is amazing. It makes me feel gorgeous, sexy, worthy … unbelievably hot.
The orgasm builds until I almost can’t take it anymore. I finally crumble, screaming and thrashing beneath him.
It may only be a dream, but the pleasure feels real…
9
Jake
Thump, thump.
I twist over in the bed, trying to block out the noise. It’s probably coming from inside my own fucking head. It usually is.
Although … did I drink that much last night?
I don’t remember hitting the booze that hard. But my mouth is unbearably dry, which is usually a good sign I spent the previous night wasted out of my skull.
When I reach for something to tell me the time, I hit soft, warm flesh instead, and the memories come rushing back.