Dark Endings (9 page)

Jagger tilts my hips to driv
e his tongue deeper into my heat and I explode, murmuring his name and thrashing beneath his hold. He slowly slides up my body, licking my belly button, then up my stomach until he finds my hard nipples. He sucks and bites each one until I’m panting and begging for release once more. When his hot, hard body finally settles over mine, I take his face in my hands and I kiss him.

He tastes like me…and him. It’s an erotic taste and seems to do good things to him, because he starts to groan and his hands fist into my hair as he deepens the kiss until we’re so tangled in
each other I don’t know where he ends and I begin. We’re a mass of arms and legs, bodies and lips. He shifts his hips to widen my legs and then he’s inside me, deep, full and oh so fucking perfect.

He releases my mouth and thrusts into me with slow, measured strokes. Then he flips us over in one quick movement until I’m
straddling him. He takes my hips in his hands and he slowly begins rotating them backwards and forwards. His groans spur me on and I begin following the rhythm until he’s mumbling my name and whispering delicious curses.

“Talk to me,” I whisper. “Let me hear that dirty mouth I love so much.”

He groans and then he begins talking, and oh god, it’s my undoing.

“So fucking wet, so fucking tight.
Your little pussy is squeezing my cock, and oh god baby, it feels so fucking good. I want to fuck you until you can’t breathe. I’ll never get enough. I’ll never get enough of that beautiful little cunt milking me…fuck…I’m going to come. Come with me, fuck Willow, come with me.”

I explode and I hear his guttural groan as he does too. I can feel him pulsing inside me and I realize how much I’ve missed this.
When I roll off and fall beside him, we’re both panting. Neither of us speaks for a long moment, but I decide to break the silence. “I see nothing changes, you’re still as dirty as you were before.”

He chuckles. “Baby, you make me dirty.”

“Jagger?”

“Hmmmm?”

“Can I call you, when you’re gone?”

He’s silent a long moment. “I’ll call
you, it’s less risky that way.”

“Jagger?”

He chuckles. “Yes baby?”

“Have you had any other women?”

He’s silent again for a long moment. “Once…nearly.”

“Nearly?”
I whisper, trying to clench down the jealousy in my heart.

“I was drunk, angry and she hit on me after a fight. I didn’t fuck her Willow, I couldn’t…but…other things happened.”

“Like?” I whisper.

“Look, it doesn’t matter, I hardly remember it.”

“It matters to me!” I bark.

“Willow…”

“Jagger, please.”

“She wanted to suck me off, but I didn’t want her touching me so I…gave her oral sex.”

Ouch. Fucking ouch. My heart clenches painfully and I make a strangled, gasping sound. Jagger rolls and flicks on the lamp, then he turns to me. I look away, feeling tears well in my eyes.

“Willow, I thought I’d never see you again. I thought you would move on and fall in love. I was crushed. I was drunk all the time. I was lonely. It was horrible and I didn’t let her touch me, nor did I fuck her. I wouldn’t do that.”

I swallow and nod as a tear slides down my cheek. He swipes it away with his thumb.

“Baby, it did nothing for me. Do you understand? I did it for her, because I felt bad that I couldn’t even…get aroused. It wasn’t what you think.”

I nod, taking his face in my hands and kissing him softly. I understand, because there’s parts of me that have screamed for comfort at times, and if I was drunk enough maybe I would have taken it too. “Never again?” I whisper.

“God, no
, I learned that the hard way, I won’t do it again.”

I nod
and wrap his arms around me. I nestle into his chest and just breathe him in. I can’t say I’m happy about what happened with another woman, but at the same time part of me understands it. He thought he was never going to see me again. I know how that feels and I know the loneliness it can bring. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep once more, just breathing him in.

~*~*~*~

WILLOW

I wake before Jagger in the morning and much to my delight, he’s
lying on his back with his hands behind his head, sleeping soundly. The sheet has ridden down and his bare chest is showing, as well as that delectable ‘V’ near his pelvis. I reach out and gently stroke the satin smooth skin stretched over taut muscle. Jagger is bigger now, but he’s still just as beautiful. He has new scars on his chest, I run my finger over the raised skin and a pang of pain hits my heart.

All this for me?
I close my eyes a moment, then I re-open them and stare down at Jagger with need. I tug the sheet gently, and it slides further down his body. I see the swell of his penis head peek out from under the sheet as it rests heavily against his stomach, half hard and beautiful. I stroke my finger over the soft skin and the silver piercings, and Jagger groans lightly in his sleep. I wonder…

I
lie down and gently rest my head on his stomach, he shifts a little but doesn’t wake. I wrap my hand gently around his length and then slide my mouth forward and close it over the head. He swells instantly in my mouth and I feel his breathing become deeper. I turn my head slightly and see that his eyes are still closed, and as far as I know, he’s still asleep. Interesting – I wonder if I can make him come like this?

“Willow, baby, Willow…” he mumbles and turns his head to the side. He’s dreaming.

I slide my mouth over the end of him once more and suck very gently and slowly. Jagger mumbles something I can’t understand and his back arches off the bed, taking me with him. I suck a little harder, gently working my mouth over the now swollen head of his penis. He groans raggedly and mumbles more words that I can’t understand. I suck and stroke until I feel him swell and then spurt hot and hard down my throat.

“Wha…”

Jagger shoots up causing me to slip and tumble to the side. His cock spurts come across the sheets and his eyes widen. I roll, staring up at him with a small grin on my face. He blinks a few times and looks down at his cock, which is still dribbling come all over my sheets. Nice.

“Did…you just suck me off in my sleep?” he whispers.

I smile. “I wanted to see if it worked…”

“I thought I was dreaming, until…”

“You came?”

He narrows his eyes at me and then grins, he leans forward and strokes his thumb over my bottom lip. Then he slides it into my mouth and I can taste his release.

“You missed some, hoover.”

I grin and get up onto my knees, leaning in to kiss him. He puts his hand on my shoulders and shakes his head. “Oh no, we’ve been here before and it wasn’t pleasant.”

“Aw,” I pout prettily.

“Don’t pout at
me, I’m not tasting myself Willow baby, not again.”

I hear stirring in the crib by the window and I look over to see Cody beginning to wake. I slide out of bed and pull on a pair of shorts and a singlet. Jagger does the same and then he pulls the sheets off the bed. I grin at him and then peer over the side of the crib at Cody, who is now staring up at me sleepily.

“Hey little man, you slept well.”

He breaks out into a sweet smile and I reach down and scoop him into my arms, rustling his dark hair. Jagger walks over and sweeps down to kiss his son. Cody takes hold of Jagger’s necklace before he can pull away. I listen with happiness as Jagger chuckles and then
unclips the thick silver necklace and hands it to his son. Cody squeals happily and proceeds to pop the necklace into his mouth.

“Uh oh, daddy’s not aware
of choking hazards,” I tease.

Jagger’s face drops, and he quickly snatches the necklace out of Cody’s hands. Cody’s lip trembles and he begins to cry. Jagger looks helplessly at me.

“It’s ok, he can have it so long as you don’t look away from him.” I say.

Jagger hands the necklace back, looking completely flustered. I hand Cody to him and then cup his cheek. “It’ll get easier when you’re around all the time.”

Jagger nods rather stiffly and then bounces Cody about as he walks out of the room, leaving me alone. I stare at the door. Did I miss something? With a sigh, I take the sheets to the laundry and then I walk out into the main living area. Only Ace and Jenny are up this early, and both smile when I walk in. Jagger is standing out the front and Cody is in his swing on the floor. Jagger is on the phone and obviously doesn’t want whoever it is to hear his son or anyone else.

I prepare a bottle for Cody and sit at the table while he has it. Jenny
smiles and shifts over when I sit. “How did you two sleep?”

I smile weakly, “Well.”

“Cody?”

“Really good, not a peep.”

Ace is watching Jagger on the phone, so I turn and watch too. He’s having a serious conversation, his eyes are narrowed and his jaw is tight. I stand and walk over, listening through the screen.

“Fuck Mick, I get it alright? I’m comin’ back today.”

Today? He said he had two days? My heart drops.

“Yeah, fuck ya, I got it.”

He slams the phone closed and turns to face me. I bite my lip to stop it trembling. Jagger’s eyes fall to my lips, and then lift back up to meet mine. I can see that he’s sorry, but it doesn’t take the pain away. He steps through the screen and announces, “I gotta go back this morning.”

I close my eyes and drop my head.

“What?” Ace snaps. “You said two days bro.”

“Change of plans, Mick is sus. If he gets sus, this goes to shit. I gotta go back.”

“We need to get Angel up so we can discuss this. Jenny,” Ace says, “go and wake them for me, babe.”

Jenny nods and stands quickly, rushing off down the hall.
I walk numbly back to the table and sit down. Jagger sits beside me, taking my chin in his hand and tilting my head up.

“It won’t be for long, we’re gonna fix this baby.”

“I thought I had two days,” I whisper.

“I know,” he says, deadpan, “I know.”

“So where’s your next fight? Where can we meet up with you next?”

Jagger’s eyes fall on mine and don’t move. “LA.”

I cringe. “We have to go back to LA?”

“I have six fights there next month. It’s the only option.”

“It works,” Ace says. “We can keep a much closer eye on you there, we have resources.”

Jagger nods. “Yeah, and Maggie and Aunt Mary are there, they can help with Cody.”

“Over my dead fucking body,” I snarl.

Jagger’s eyes pop wide open. “Willow…”

“Maggie I trust, Aunt Satan I don’t.”

“What did you call her?”

“I’m sorry Jagger, but after my experience with that woman, I WILL not leave my son with her. End of discussion.”

Jagger nods and then sighs. “Ok Willow, but Maggie is there and she can help. You’ll need the help if we are going to pull this off. If it wasn’t for the fact that I know how stubborn you are, I would pull you out and not
let you do this but I know you’re going to whether I like it or not.”

“I know my limits
Jagger, if it gets too dangerous I’m out. I won’t leave my son without a mother.”

Angel, Ava and Jenny appear then. Angel and Ava look half asleep and kind of pissed off. Jagger eyes them and then begins speaking.

“I gotta go back today. I want you all back in LA so I can keep in contact. You need to get in contact with Huck and get as much information on that island as you can. He has it, don’t let him tell you otherwise. We need explosives, a whole fucking lot of them, he has access to that kind of thing too. We also need man power. Gather anyone you know who is willing to help. Angel and Ace, you get me explosives that I can carry over and begin subtly planting or preparing. We go back once a fortnight to check on things over there.”

“What about the girls?” I ask.

Jagger looks over at me. “I have a plan for that. We’ll do the attack on a Thursday. The reason for this is that the girls have one day a week that they get an hour off. They all go to the far side of the island and talk amongst themselves. It’s right near the shore line. If I can get them all on a boat, then they’ll get off. The only problem will be taking out the five guards they have escorting them. We need to be subtle about it because as soon as those girls are off that island, the button will be pressed and the whole thing will explode.”

God, this isn’t such a great plan. So much could go wrong.

“Jagger, this is dangerous,” I whisper. “Is there any other way?”

He shakes his head,
“No, not to get rid of everyone in one hit.”

“Sharleen?”
Angel asks.

Jagger looks at his friend. “Sharleen goes off alive.”

“Sharleen could be a problem,” I say carefully, “she loves Mick.”

Jagger moves his gaze to me. “She thinks she loves Mick. With some help, she’ll come
good, I don’t like the woman but I won’t kill her.”