Flirting with Danger (9 page)

“Sweetheart, this is complicated. You can’t rely on the Agency. There are m—”

Her father’s voice grew faint then cut off entirely as the phone seemed to be removed from him.

“Ah, Miss Adams, I feel like I already know you, really. I’m trying hard to not be too cliché here, honest, I am. Despite your father’s lack of conversational skills—his resistance to our…persuasion is an accomplishment to be proud of—his sparkling wit returned with a vengeance once we added you into the equation.”

“I don’t suppose you’ll stop torturing him, now that you have my full attention?” Skye replied. Even to her own ears her voice sounded hard, flinty. She was always amazed by just how much her father’s daughter she could be on occasion.

“Oh dear, you are an innocent, aren’t you?” the man laughed. “Skye—I do hope you don’t mind if I take the liberty, I really do feel as if we know each other—after all these years nothing could entice me into missing such an opportunity as this. The great Victor Adams, at my mercy and pleading like a little girl—”

“No! Don’t you listen to him, Skye! Don’t you dare give in to—”

A harsh, electrical sound sang through the air and her father fell silent again. Tears leaked from her eyes, ran down her cheeks. Biting her lip hard enough to draw a thin trickle of blood, Skye held her breath and refused to let the man on the other end know how deeply he was affecting her. Not daring to breathe for fear she’d cry or scream, Skye remained motionless. A warm hand cupped her jaw and she looked up to Jack. He watched her with a stony glance, clearly as deeply upset by her emotions as she was at hearing her father being abused.

Electric blue eyes seared into her and Skye drew strength from this warrior she’d found.

“How very touching,” the man drawled sarcastically on the other end of the phone. Skye drew in a deep, silent breath and got a hold of her shattered emotions.

“I want my father back,” she insisted. Despite the tremble in her tone, the force she put into the demand still rang clearly through.

“I really do hate how predictable these sorts of demands are,” her father’s captor insisted. “Still, there’s a reason they’re clichés. They work. I’m certain you know the ground rules. No calling in the Agency, no police, no heroics. I’m willing to exchange whatever remains of your father for the hard drive he stole from me. I do hate the whole routine of meeting at dawn, though. So very Regency-duel-for-honour-esque. Let’s say, then, at noon. High noon. Far more appropriate, I think.”

Skye’s eyes flew to Jack as the man so casually mentioned what must be hidden in her father’s locker at Tank’s. Jack appeared grim—determined in a steely way she’d not witnessed before. This was the man her father trusted to guard his back and assist in his work upon occasion. For the first time, Skye truly saw this other side to Jack and was incredibly impressed.

“Where?” Skye bit out. As the man named the location of a small park area she grabbed a pen and jotted notes on the pad beside the phone. She tried hard not to focus on the scuffling and muted grunts she heard in the background.

In her heart she knew her father was wrestling with his captors, determined to convey to her his need to keep her safe. She adored him for it, but this time she refused to buckle under and obey his commands. Her father was sacrificing himself and she would not let him do so. Not when she could help.

To her mind there was no option but to save him, regardless of his feelings upon the matter. Her father would not ever entertain the thought of running away and staying safe were she in trouble. She would not do less for him, no matter what he wanted.

“I understand. We’ll be there at noon,” she concluded when the man had finished giving her directions.

“I look forward to it. Skye, it’s been a pleasure.”

The phone cut off and Skye allowed her body to finally react. She replaced the receiver and started shaking violently. Jack wrapped solid arms around her and she clung to him. Sobbing softly, she buried her head in his shoulder and let the fear, adrenaline and worry pour from her to leak on to his shirt.

“I could hear,” Jack intoned gently. “Your father is a strong man—he’ll hold on until kingdom come if he needs to. They need him alive—they know he is their only bargaining chip when it comes to you.”

“I need to digest this.” She finally got a hold of herself. Rubbing her hands over her eyes to wipe the tears, she scrubbed her cheeks and went to get a tissue and blow her nose. Splashing water on her face in the small bathroom, she tidied herself as best she could and returned to the living room. Jack stood by the door and she smiled tremulously at him.

“I wish we could take the bike. Speeding and weaving through the streets would be wonderfully cathartic right about now. Still, it’s safer to leave it in my garage under the building. After the recent break-ins, security is really tight down there. It’s as safe as it could be anywhere else.”

“We’ll go for a night ride together once we have your father back,” Jack promised her. Skye walked into his arms and they kissed passionately. His tongue probed inside her lips and she groaned hungrily as she sucked him into her mouth.

She twined her arms around his shoulders as she pulled herself flush with his body. Jack’s hands cupped her arse through her jeans and he lifted her into his warmth, the heat of his cock penetrating his black jeans. The thick ridge of his need had her crying out softly as she arched her body into his.

The sound of a car driving by on the street had them both alert.

“Not here. As soon as I get you safe,” he promised thickly. Skye nodded, understanding. He took her hand and she linked her fingers through his. Opening the door and looking carefully up and down the hallway, Jack led her out. Skye set the locks behind her and followed him into the darkness of the night.

She trusted him implicitly. Even though she had no clue where he led, she knew she would be safe. Excitement sang through her blood as they walked.

* * * *

Skye waited outside the cheap motel room as Jack checked every inch of it. She shivered in the cool night air and rubbed her hands over her arms to ward off the biting wind.

“Okay, come on in.” Jack’s voice came to her from within the room. Skye entered and closed the door behind her. Muted sounds came from the patrons in the next room. The murmur of indistinct conversations, whistles, cheers and noise she assumed meant the TV or radio was on.

The walls were evidently incredibly thin.

Jack had drawn the curtains against the glowing lights from the street. A lamp cast a warm glow over the threadbare room.

“You’ve been really quiet,” Jack spoke, concern creasing his brow. Skye dropped her bag on the chair leaning against one wall, toed off her trainers and crossed the room to her man. He opened his arms and she moved directly into them as easily as if they had done this a million times.

He wrapped her in his comforting embrace, the feeling of coming home nearly overwhelming.

“I’m okay, just been thinking too much. I’m hoping you can help me with that.”

Jack pulled back slightly. Skye tilted her head up to soak in the sight of him. His grin was lopsided, wry.

“You want to talk about Victor? Anything you need, darling.”

Skye remained silent, not able to form words just now. She lowered her hands to release the top button of his jeans.

“I was thinking of a different sort of help,” she replied huskily, her voice thickening with her need.

“Ah. Perfect. Like I said, darling. Anything you need.”

He lowered his mouth to hers and their lips fused together passionately. Tingles immediately erupted all over her body, need searing her blood like an intoxicating drug. Flames of desire licked over her skin, threatening to consume her whole.

They stripped one another with hasty greed. Jack moaned in appreciation of her sexy lingerie, but that, too, promptly fell into a crumpled heap on the floor. Jack pulled the duvet back from the bed, baring the clean sheets and gesturing for her to join him. He dug into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a strip of foil packets, placing them on the bare bedside table before climbing onto the mattress.

Kisses filled her blood hotly with a drugging intensity. All her fear, worry and uncertainty melted away as heated love penetrated her heart and soul. Skye lifted her leg to wrap her thigh warmly around Jack’s waist, opening her slick pussy to him. Lifting herself partially over him, she took control of their series of kisses and rubbed her body along his firm length.

Thick, fully erect and tempting as sin, his cock called a wicked siren song to all of her senses. She hungered for him with a sensual need she’d never felt so severely before.

“Jack,” she murmured, loving the taste of his name upon her lips almost as much as she enjoyed the hot press of his soft mouth on hers.

“Fuck, Skye, you’re stunning,” he groaned, seeming almost in pain with the level of his arousal.

Their hands raced over each other, skimming soft skin sensually. Heat flared between them, the powerful chemistry that had been present since he had opened the door to her. His thick, skilful fingers pinched her nipples exquisitely. Skye’s back arched, her body bowing as her head fell back at the erotic torment. Soft curls brushed over her shoulders, heightening her already inflamed senses.

“Please,” she pleaded, incoherent as she lost herself to his touch. Jack continued to play with her body, strumming it with a master’s reverent care.

Her breasts were heavy, full and unbearably sensitive. His touch sent chills of pleasure racing to her fingertips and pulsing down to her wet pussy. Skye spread her legs further, grinding her damp heat over his naked erection as they moved in time with one another.

Jack leaned his hands on her shoulders, a small exertion of pressure pushing her on to her back. She arched into him, craving his touch and needing the fulfilment only he could give to her. Warm hands cupped her thighs, spread her wider. Jack dipped his head and laved his tongue over the curve of her labia.

Murmuring his appreciation for her taste, he lapped at her, threatening to devour her whole. The hard pressure of his tongue rolled over and over her clit, sending pulses of pleasure up her torso. Skye’s head pressed into the mattress as she struggled to contain the rising pleasure.

“Oh, yes,” she hissed in approval. “Right there. Please, Jack. Harder!”

One thick finger, slick from her own juices, rubbed against her tightly puckered anus. Skye jerked, the shock of the probing surprising but not entirely unwelcome. She’d never done that before, never shared such a dark intimacy with any of the previous men in her life, though a few had asked.

“I—” Breath escaped her as the tip of his finger penetrated her, barely a few millimetres inside her virgin passage.

The pressure was painful, but electrically so. Thick heat washed over her in waves, nerves she had never known about were actively screaming, her senses were almost overwhelmed with the dichotomy of the pleasurable pain.

“That’s it, darling, accept me,” Jack murmured before returning his attentions voraciously to her pussy and clit. Thrilling sensations balanced the full, burning pressure of his penetration of her ass. The rough glide of his tongue over her clit spiked her lust.

Skye arched up into his ministrations, then pressed her bum back on to his finger to accept more of the painful joy. Heat flooded her cheeks, breath eluded her and Skye had never felt an orgasm as powerful as the one growing within her right now. Clawing her way up the pinnacle, she could feel it moving, consuming her every sense. She struggled to remain in control, not wanting her body to overload on the magnificent sensory input her lover was giving to her.

The wet penetration of Jack’s tongue flickering up inside her pussy nearly sent her over the edge. Eagerly he ate her out, sounds of pleasure and grunts falling from his lips as he hungrily devoured her. One hand continued to caress her clit, keeping her inner fire burning brightly as his other finger twisted around, corkscrewing the decadent, forbidden dark pleasure radiating out from her arse.

Skye clutched at the sheets, her body heaving and twisting as she accepted wave after wave of lust rippling out between them. The chemistry humming in the air—always potent—exploded as he started fucking his finger in and out of her tiny back hole. Her orgasm, a powerful blend of pain and sensuality, ripped through her, eliciting a scream drawn from the depths of her soul.

“Oh, yeah,” Jack moaned, clearly unable to restrain himself any more. She heard a crinkle and his cock moved fully inside her on the first thrust. His finger still reamed her arse, in and out with blurring speed as he possessed both her entrances.

Still shuddering, her body felt hyper-sensitive with every nerve raw. She’d never experienced the level of arousal racing through her just now. Skye wrapped her legs tightly around Jack’s waist and lifted herself higher so he could penetrate her fully. He pounded into her, his thick prick plumbing her depths even as his finger screwed in and out of her rear passage.

Inarticulate noises fell out of his mouth. She could tell he was almost insensate with his own overwhelming need as he took her fiercely. Tears blurred her vision, not from the pain, but as her body struggled to absorb the sensations she received. Gasping, she shuddered and fucked her arse back on to his finger, pressing him more deeply inside her as his cock filled her pussy.

“Oh, fuck, oh, Skye, yes, yes,” Jack shouted hoarsely as his body convulsed in release.

Skye could feel her own orgasm building again. Her body arched up, seeking more. Even in the grip of his climax, Jack sensed this and added a second finger into her ass. His fingers lightly twisted her clit to fuel more pleasure and Skye flew apart.

She screamed, her body shuddering in release as his fingers pumped hard in her rear. Tingles raced along the edge of her skin as heat flooded her insides, melting her completely. They both shook together, panting and gasping for breath. They collapsed back onto the bed, limbs tangling together as they wrapped themselves together tighter.