Dark Desire (12 page)

He moves with me until we reach the bed, then he stops. I sit on the edge, so my face is now in line with his groin. I unbutton his jeans, looking up at him and feeling my skin tingle all over with the way he’s looking at me. The desire is there, burning and intense. I unzip his jeans, and then I slide them down his legs. Commando, Jagger never wears jocks and it’s hot.

I stare at the hard length in front of me, with its pinkish skin and throbbing veins. The
piercings he has vary in size. When he’s standing on alert, there’s one that makes his cock look like it’s wearing a bow tie. The other three are pierced through the head. Fuck. Ouch. I take his cock into my hand and I squeeze. He grunts and stiffens. Bastard isn’t going to moan for me, well, let’s see if I can change that?

I lean down and lick the head, sliding my tongue in small circles over the soft, taut skin. His hands are by his side, and I watch as he balls his good hand into a fist. He won’t touch me, he’s refusing to co-operate at all. Fine, I can play this game. I slide his length into my mouth and suck, he grunts again above me but his hands remain by his side.

I slide my tongue up his shaft, and then back down again. I cup his balls in one hand and they’re small and tight. He’s excited, even if he refuses to show me that. I suck him again, sliding my mouth up and down, but not going long enough to let him come. No, he will come inside me. I peer up at him, and he’s still staring down at me with that dark expression. I take his free hand and pull him back onto the bed.

He lands on his knees and he looks like a
predator as he crawls towards me. When I’m pressed against the headboard, he stops crawling. His face is inches from mine; his eyes are burning into me. I shift and move, until I’m freed from that deadly gaze. He turns and sits, leaning his back against the headboard. He’s hard and thick, his cock rests on his belly.

I sit in front of him, not touching him, and I do something I’ve never b
een gutsy enough to do before; I spread my legs. His eyes widen and he stares at me with pure male appreciation as I slide my fingers between my legs. I can feel how damp I am, and I know he can see it. I slide my fingers through my heat, moaning at the contact. I’m wound up so tightly.

He reaches his hand down and wraps it around his cock, stroking slowly as he watches me sliding my finger through my heat. When I insert a finger into my depths, he finally groans. His hand moves faster and I realize I don’t want to him to give
himself pleasure; I want to give it him. I stop what I’m doing and crawl over to him, climbing onto his lap.

He stares at me, his eyes search my face. I place my hands on his shoulder and begin lowering myself onto his cock. He moans when I’m fully sheathed, and his free hand finally reaches out to grip my hip. I wrap myself around him, desperate to feel close. I wrap my arms around his
waist and bury my head into his shoulder. I rock my hips and he moans, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer.

We’re
molded together now; every part of us is touching. My legs are either side of his, my arms are wrapped around his waist and my face is in his shoulder. His arms are wrapped around me, and his lips are in my hair. We’re so close, so together. I gently rock my hips up and down, and I can feel his shoulder tensing and bunching beneath my mouth.

Pleasure shoots through me and I can hear him panting, so I know he feels it too. I continue to rock my hips
gently; my release builds higher and higher until I just can’t take it anymore. I come, I come so hard my world disappears for a moment and I’m completely taken away. Bolts of pleasure jerk through my body and my mouth clamps down onto Jagger’s shoulder. A moment later his pleasured grunts feel my ears and I feel him pulsing deep inside me.

When we both come down from our high, we’re silent. I get off him and fall onto the soft matt
ress beside him. He shifts until he’s lying down, then he puts his hands behind his head and stares at the roof. I want to ask what’s wrong, but I already know the answer, so really, there’s only one thing I truly want to know.

“Are we done Jagger?”

He stiffens, and then turns his head to pin me with that blue gaze. “No.”

It’s a simple answer
and so void of emotion it burns through me.

“That’s it? No.”

“That’s it, I’m tired. Can we sleep?”

“Sure,” I whisper.

He rolls to his side, facing away from me. Is he serious? He just let me fuck him, let himself enjoy it, and now he’s giving me the cold shoulder? Oh hell to the fucking NO! I get up, yanking on my clothes. He rolls and stares over at me.

“What’re you doin’?”

“You fucking ass Jagger. You just laid there and let me fuck you, and now you’re seriously going to roll over and sleep? Fine, you do that but I’m not sticking around to put up with anymore punishment. You’ve said what needed to be said, you gave it to me in front of the whole complex earlier and I took it. I took it because I love you, but I won’t sit here and continue to be punished for what I am. So, here’s what I didn’t say. I know I’m dark, I know I’m fucked up and I know that I don’t forgive easily. Let me tell you why; I’m like that because I had to be. Do you think as a little girl I wanted to live with the fact that my parents didn’t love each other anymore because of me? I didn’t understand, heck, I didn’t know what I did wrong; I didn’t ask to be born. Then, I lived through my mother trying to kill me and yeah, she was sick, I know that but forgiveness isn’t always easy. I’m trying. I might not be doing the best job at it, but fuck Jagger, I’m trying. I don’t pity myself for the life I got given, because people out there have it worse, so much worse but I have a right to hurt, I have a right to feel the things I feel and you don’t get a right to tell me I can’t feel them. I’m here, I’ve lost a lot but I’m still fucking here because I’m still fighting. I’m fighting to be what you need me to be, and I’m fighting to be what I need me to be. If that isn’t enough for you, then it’s you who should walk away, not me.”

I turn and walk out the door, not letting him answer.
He’s up and out of the bed before I’ve reached the end of the hall. He grips my arm and spins me around, taking my face in his hands and kissing me with such fury all the breath leaves my body. When he pulls back, his eyes are intense and he’s staring down at me.

“I won’t walk away from
you; I won’t because you’re my everything Willow. You just proved that you’re even stronger than I first thought, because you did it, you stood up for who you are and what you believe in. All this time you’ve doubted your own mind, analyzing your every thought but this time you finally knew who you were and what you wanted. I’m so God dammed proud of everything you are.”

I feel a small smile touch my lips as I look up at him.

“You are?”

“Fuck yeah I am.”

“Jagger, can we stop this? All I want is happiness with you. I know right now we have a lot of shit going on, but it doesn’t mean it needs to ruin what happens here.”

“We’re stopping, right now.”

“Good, because you owe me like…two serious orgasms.”

He grins. “I can do that.”

He scoops me into his arms and walks back to the room, where he deposits me onto the bed and grips my shorts, dragging them down. He doesn’t touch my top; he just removes my lower layers and stares at my naked flesh. He grips my knees and pulls, spreading my legs until I’m open before him.

“So fuckin’ perfect here, so
fuckin’ gorgeous,”

He gets onto his knees and grips my hips, sliding my bottom the end of the bed
. He reaches forward and swipes a finger over my clit, and my head falls back. He slides one finger inside me, then two, and slowly pulls them in and out. God, I’m wound up so damn tight. He groans and leans forward, sucking my clit into his mouth with hungry need. Fuck.

“Oh
God, Jagger,”

He sucks harder, using the tip of his tongue to flick while his mouth does the rest of the work. His fingers slide in and out easier and easier as my body heats up with need. He drags those fingers out, then slides them back in,
coordinating them with his sucking and flicking. My moans fill the room as my back arches and an intense orgasm begins to take over. He thrusts his fingers harder and I shatter, screaming to the roof as warmth and pleasure spread through me.

He’s standing before I’ve even come down from my high, and my legs are over his shoulders and he’s inside me before even get the chance to speak. He rocks his hips, sliding just the tip in and out of my wet heat. I groan, desperate to fe
el more. He slides in, then out; slowly, deliberately.

“Jagger, if you don’t fuck me hard I’m going to…”

He cuts me off by slamming into me, I yelp and then moan when he jerks his hips in that way of his, making those piercings rub me in the right area. I don’t want to even know how long it took him to learn how to use those. I shudder as another orgasm builds, slowly rising higher and higher.

When it releases, I grip the sheets beside me and writhe in pleasure. Jagger is thrusting so hard our skin is slapping together and the look on his face is pure, primal male. He groans raggedly when another release finds him too. He throws his head back and snarls a curse as he pulses hot and deep. When he rolls off, he lands beside me and instantly pulls me into his arms.

“Gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he whispers.

“Good, you deserve it.”

He chuckles, “Baby, you’re hard on me.”

“You’re hard on me too.”

He laughs and rolls us, pressing his chest against my back.

“Sleep.
”

I grin and nestle back further into him.

“Goodnight, Mr. Black.”

“Goodnight, Willow baby.”

CHAPTER 10

“Willow, order up!”

I turn on my aching feet and pick up the plates from the counter. My Boss Katie smiles at me, and I return the smile weakly. I carry the tray over to the table where two very gorgeous men sit. Angel and Ace. Yes, these poor sods have
to look after me while I work; for protection. That couldn’t suck more, for me or them. They smile gratefully, at least their food is on the house and it’s good food.

“Sorry guys, I’m nearly done.”

They have been sitting in my café for five hours now, just waiting for me to finish. They took breaks coming and going, and they did a lot of work on the computer trying to find out more information on the island where all the drug lords and traffickers are located. I gave Jagger the copy of coordinates and he has been working furiously to try and find out what the hell is going on.

“No problems, we’re happy to be here.” Ace grins, tucking into his BLT.

“Half an hour more and we’re done.”

They both nod and I go back to serving. I’m at the counter putting a payment through the till when someone says my name in a smooth, silky tone.

“Well, hello babe.”

Babe.
Christ. I look up into the eyes of Mick, Jagger’s father. Magic.

“What are you doing here?” I snap.

In the light of day, Mick is even more attractive. His raven black hair is plaited over his shoulder and hangs down in a thick bind over his chest. His blue eyes are bright, clear and devastating. His body is hard, firm and I can see the line of tattoos up his arm and across his bare shoulders. He’s wearing a singlet.

“I wanted to say hello to my sweet daughter in law, nothing wrong with that?”

“Don’t pretend you’re here to play nice with me, I’ve got no interest in talking with you.”

“Come on willow, you’re judging me before you even get to know me. I didn’t think you were so shallow.”

“I’m not…”

“Can’t a man want to see his own kids?”

“Well, yes, I just…”

“Are you going to offer me a coffee?”

I smirk, and it’s not nice, “If you pay for it, sure.”

“Oh I’ll pay, don’t you worry about that.”

I start up the coffee machine, feeling uneasy.

“Did you talk to my son?”

“Yeah, she fuckin’ spoke to me!”

I hear the whip of Jagger’s voice and watch as his
father turns and stares at his son, who’s standing with his arms crossed across his chest. Uh oh, Jagger looks pissed.

“Johnny my boy, lookin’
well, it’s been a long time son. Have you missed daddy?”

Jagger swings his fist so quickly I nearly miss it. His
father is launched off the ground and slammed into the counter. Screams erupt around the shop and I feel my eyes widening. Angel and Ace leap up and rush over, pulling Jagger back. His father stands and the grin on his face is all but pleasant.

“My boy can still
fight, good to know.”

“You get the fuck outta here before I kill you, fuckin’ bastard!” Jagger roars.

Everyone in the shop is silent now. Jagger looks over the counter at me and I know I look like a deer in the headlights. I’ve seen Jagger fight, but I never realized how lethal he truly is. His angry glare burns through me and then he turns back to his father.