She gasped.“That’s it,” he coaxed, easing away. “Pretty.”He teased the wet nipple with the soft pad of his thumb. Pleasure, pain, pleasure again. The lines blurred. All she knew was how much she wanted Jack to cover her, fill her, make her come.Make her his, God help her, for more than tonight.Lifting her hips, Morgan wriggled them, enticing him, silently pleading.Laughter rumbled from his chest. “Oh, I’m tempted. But not yet, cher. Not for a long while.”She sounded a fresh moan of protest—until something sharp with little metal teeth bit into her damp nipple. A gasp tore past her moan and shoved its way past her throat.“Oh, God!” she breathed against the pain.“I know. Take a deep breath. I have a feeling you’ll come to appreciate the bite of the clamp…sooner rather than later.”No. It was horrendously painful, bordering on cruel. She took a deep breath. It didn’t help. Another breath.Jack lowered his mouth to the other nipple, the one his fingers had toyed with previously. A
Had her body already learned to wait for his command?“Lie to me again and I’ll stroke myself, come at your feet, and leave you to ache all night.”Morgan swallowed, never doubting he’d do it. “Please don’t make me say it, sir.”“Last chance,” he grated out, stilling his thrusts completely. “Or I’m leaving.”She squeezed her eyes shut, grappling helplessly between her body’s needs and her fears. Would he judge her harshly? Would he think she was a depraved whore, too?“Tell me,” he cajoled.With a gentle pinch, Jack removed the clamps from her nipples. Blood rushed back into them, swelling them with a burst of need. Yes! Then the sensation rocketed down to her clit.Just as it hit her there, he reached beneath her again, fingers hovering so close to her aching bundle of nerves, she could feel the heat of his hand. But still, he didn’t touch her clit. Morgan moaned. All she had to do was be honest about one itty-bitty secret and he’d give her the best orgasm of her life.This was Jack.
Before she could sort anything out, Deke reached around her back with one hand. With a single pinch of his fingers, her bra with the handy cutouts came unhooked. As Morgan gasped, the straps fell down her arms. He ignored her and set a gentle hand on her shoulder to lay her back, then drew the sheet down to her waist.Morgan swallowed hard and raised her hands to cover herself. Deke anticipated her and grabbed her wrists, forcing them back to her sides.“Let go,” she snapped.He leaned over her and heaved a long-suffering sigh. The clasp of his fingers around her wrists was surprisingly gentle. “Look, I just watched you come hard enough to cause an earthquake while my best friend fucked your ass. Do you think we could drop the modest virgin routine? I’m trying to take care of you so I can go knock some sense into our mutual pal.”Hmm. Put like that, Deke had a really good point.With a sigh, Morgan stopped fighting and relaxed into the mattress.Shaking his head, Deke reached for the
He cared about Morgan much more.“When it comes to Morgan, I want to be a selfish bastard and keep all her sass and submission and sweet smiles to myself. I want to be the only man who wraps his hands in that gorgeous flame-colored hair and watches while she takes me deep in her mouth. I want to be the only man who tastes her pussy, feels the bite of her tight ass on my cock.” He blew out a long breath. “But that’s not what she wants.”“You love this girl?”Jack squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the cold bottle in his hand so tightly, he wondered if it might break. How could he answer that when he’d never experienced love before? If feeling euphoric at her happiness and somber at her sadness, being willing to kill anyone who threatened her, and kicking himself in the ass for cursing her desires and crushing her burgeoning sexuality, then…“Yeah. I’m pretty sure that’s the case. From the beginning, it’s just been…so different with her.” He barked with bitter laughter. “Hell, I even dr
Meaning Deke didn’t. What was the problem with these two? Morgan watched their byplay with a frown. Alyssa and Deke disliked each other. Intensely.“I hate to interrupt,” Morgan blurted, lying through her teeth, “but can I get my purse, Alyssa?”The woman looked at her. “Morgan? Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize you with red hair and… What the hell are you wearing?”“Jack’s sweatpants and He-Man’s sweatshirt.”Alyssa’s expression turned ripe with X-rated questions.Morgan flushed with both embarrassment and anger. “It’s not what you’re thinking, but don’t ask. I just want to get my purse and get out of here.”“Did Jack find your stalker and put him out of his misery?”“No, but we think he’s gone to California looking for me since he set fire to my house there yesterday.”Alyssa grabbed her hand. “I’m not so sure, hon. Come with me. You, too, steroid boy.”Morgan followed her into a narrow hallway that bloomed into an office. Deke trailed behind, grumbling that he’d never used st
But she had to take care of a few things first.Dragging her laptop out, Morgan hunkered down in the plush king-sized bed and dashed off an email to Brandon. She explained about the damage to his house and promised to return to Houston and get the repairs started. She told him she was alive and safe, that Jack had been watching over her. She sent him the name of her hotel tonight in case he could contact her—and not much more. How could she possibly explain to ultra-responsible Brandon that she had fallen for a stranger in a handful of days? Then, after beseeching him to stay safe in Iraq, she grabbed her phone. She’d read on the Internet that sometimes confronting your stalker with a firm no could make them go away. Maybe that tactic would work with Reggie. But one glance at her phone told her there’d be no calling Reggie tonight. Her phone was deader than dead. Damn!Resigned that everything would wait until tomorrow, she headed for the blissful steam of a shower.Twenty minutes and
A silent implication that she wanted more than he was willing to provide. The truth hurt, ripped her insides like an industrial paper shredder. But she’d done what she had to do. Lying wouldn’t work. Ultimately, the fall out would only be more painful. She’d be doing them both a disservice. Being engaged to Andrew without being honest for too long had proven that.Besides, better that they crossed this bridge now, rather than later, after she convinced herself to stay and lie…and surely only grow more attached to him.Would she ever be able to move past Jack? Looking at the tense set of his shoulders, his clenching fists, remembering the feel of that inky hair in her hands and that broad Cajun smile… Probably not.Morgan sighed. “I’m sorry.”She watched those broad shoulders lift in a shrug. “I wouldn’t want you to lie to me.” He turned and paced toward her again. “Don’t ever lie.”But his eyes raged, as if the pain was nearly beyond his bearing. Morgan ached for him.“I understand wh
“Oh.” Her voice fluttered.Hell, he could hear the arousal in her voice. That quivering note, ripe with curiosity, yet a breath away from a needy whimper, just about turned him inside out.Jack swallowed against a harsh blast of lust. “Are you ready for whatever I give you?”She met his gaze squarely. “Yes, sir.”Not testing her wasn’t an option. He dug into his bag again and produced a pair of padlocks. With them, he attached her wrists to the cuffs around her thighs. The locks clicked into place, loud in the room so silent, except the harsh clip of her breathing and the pounding of his heart in his ears.He stood, intentionally crowding her and forcing her gaze to his. “You’re ready for everything I’m going to give you?”“Yes, sir.”So far so good…but did she mean it? He found a set of ankle cuffs in his bag. The super soft black leather whispered over his fingers, thrilling him with the idea they’d soon be wrapped around her even softer skin, keeping her in place foranything…every