Punt: A British Bad Boy Football Romance (28 page)

“
T
ouch me
,” Maddie said, biting her lip as he continued to tease her with light strokes on the tops of her thighs and her hip bones.

“Look at me. Open your eyes,” he ordered, looking down at her. Her molten-violet gaze met his, hot and needing, but still holding something back. Jasper wanted that something, that contained and closed off part of his mate, and he’d do anything to get at it. “If you close your eyes, I’ll stop.”

Her eyes flashed, with anger or a challenge, maybe both. Jasper looked down as he pried her knees apart, opening her to his touch. Skimming his finger tips down her inner thigh, he continued to hold her gaze as he softly stroked her mons, her thighs, anywhere but her heated slit.

Impatience and disapproval flashed in her eyes, and Jasper couldn’t drag it out a moment longer. He slid one fingertip along the length of her lower lips, watching the way her pupils dilated at his intimate touch. Her flesh was hot and slick under his fingertips, anticipating him as he parted her flesh. He brushed two fingertips down to circle her entrance, and then back up to stop just short of her clit.

Maddie cried out, her breathing labored. Jasper repeated the motion several times, almost touching the centers of her pleasure, but each time he stopped just short of what she so clearly wanted. Her eyes held a hot demand that he couldn’t deny; he could only tease her, only to increase her pleasure.

“Please,” Maddie moaned, trying to move her hips in order to catch his touch just where she wanted it. Jasper toyed with her a moment longer, eating up the lust and need in her eyes.

Then he surprised her by releasing her hands and backing off. As soon as she’d had time to be confused, Jasper repositioned himself between her legs, giving her a long stare as he licked his lips. She shuddered at the implication, and he ran his hands up the backs of her thighs as he sprawled before her lush offering. He pulled her close, gently touching her with the tip of his nose.

She immediately cried out, muscles tensing and flexing, her slit issuing a fresh trickle of sweet wetness. He hadn’t taken the time to taste her the last time, and the beauty of her arousal only confirmed his belief that he’d made a terrible mistake. This time, he’d show her the benefit of his experience and finesse. She would come with his tongue flicking against her most sensitive spots, clenching and screaming her pleasure. His mouth watered as he reached out his tongue, giving her a tentative lick.

“Oh, Jasper,” Maddie moaned, her words making her taste even that much sweeter. She tasted like peaches and cream, her sex a heady pull that he could not resist.

Using his thumbs, he spread her lips and gave her what she wanted most. The tip of his tongue touched her clit, softly abrading the center of her desire and pleasure. She practically came up off the bed at the barest touch, her inner muscles quivering. She was already close, just from this. Jasper didn’t have as much time as he’d thought, but it was no matter.

He alternated between targeted flicks of his tongue and suckling her softly, pushing her right to the edge in less than a minute. He pulled back, making her curse in protest. But already he was working two thick fingers inside her core, flexing them just so. She cried out, and when his mouth covered her clit once more, sucking and circling, she shattered, calling his name. She went rigid, her orgasm rippling through her body with such intensity that it almost looked painful, unbearable.

He waited until she’d relaxed, every muscle turning to soft rubber, before he withdrew his fingers and moved back up alongside her. Her eyes were still closed, each breath coming as a pant.

When she finally opened her eyes to look at him, there was something raw there. Something laid bare by the sheer force of her release, something delicate and lovely.

Maddie rolled onto her side, slipping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling his mouth to her own. He allowed her to take control for a moment, merely responding to and mirroring the movements of her lips and tongue as she sipped from his mouth. It occurred to Jasper that she was tasting her own sweet juices, and he couldn’t help but run a hand over his aching cock.

She made the mistake of running her fingertips down his length, teasing. Jasper had waited over twenty years to have her like this, soft and willing and open for his pleasure. He damned well wasn’t about to let her hot little fingers undo all his patience by unmanning him before he even got inside her.

Giving a short snarl, he rose to his knees and flipped her over, pressing her body down on the mattress. He straddled her legs, spreading her thighs ever so slightly to give himself an incredible view of her ass and her glistening wetness. Repressing a chill, he addressed his mate.

“You know what I’m going to do now? I’m going to fuck you, Madeline. I’m going to fuck you hard, for as long as I can last, and you’re going to beg me for more,” he said, taking his stiff cock in his hand.

Maddie didn’t reply, but he could see the anticipatory clench of her sex, and he couldn’t wait another second. Leaning his body forward, he watched intently as he rubbed the tip of his cock over her slit, utterly absorbed by the sensation.

He used one hand to spread her further, giving him a glimpse of the tight balloon knot of her ass. He was distracted by her rear entrance for a long moment, extremely tempted to penetrate her in the most primal way possible. If he did it right, it could be incredibly good for both of them. He should probably talk to her about it first, though. It killed him that he hadn’t already thought ahead and found out her stance on anal penetration. His cock throbbed, releasing a bit of precum as he imagined taking her there.

He returned his attention to her pussy, the thought lost as he brushed the thick crown of his cock against her core. She was so hot and wet against his tip. He couldn’t resist pressing against her entrance, uttering a stream of curses as he watched and felt the head slide into her waiting heat. She gasped and clenched, her passage already pulling at him, wanting more. He stretched out the moment for several heartbeats, waiting. She relaxed the tiniest bit, and he thrust deep.

“Oh fuck, Jasper,” she gave a garbled shout. “Fuck, just right there, baby.”

Withdrawing slowly, he positioned himself at the perfect angle and thrust again. This time the head of his cock slid over a firm patch on the wall of her womb, just below her belly button. He gave a couple of practice thrusts, tormenting himself as he found the best position to hit her g-spot with each movement. Maddie grabbed onto the sheets for dear life, taking a fist of black silk in each hand and pressing her face into the corner of one of the pillows.

Jasper knew his own time was drawing short, and he quickly established a fast rhythm of thrusts, closely watching his own movements the whole time. Watching her hot, tight pussy lips milk his big cock, the supple pink flesh stretching as he thrust, clinging as he pulled back. He was already close, and watching her body had him gritting his teeth, trying out as long as possible.

He slammed into her mercilessly, felt her starting to contract rhythmically under his relentless barrage of strokes. She came without warning, screaming and clawing the bed as she went over the edge and plummeted into a vast sea of pleasure.

The second he knew she was going to go, Jasper released the reins of his need. He drilled her, insane with the need to finish. A string of words flowed from him, mostly her name and the filthiest curses he knew.

And then it came rushing down on him, sudden and overwhelming and incredible. He bellowed wordlessly, pumping into her to release heavy jets of seed. The orgasm went on and on, all the nights of lust and need culminating in his destruction. He fed her every hot bit of it, slowing as he drained himself dry.

At last he collapsed onto his side, wincing as he pulled free of her body. Every hair on his body stood on end as he gasped for breath, weary and overwhelmed and blissful all at once. Maddie made a little noise, and he reached out an arm to pull her close, cradling her in the crescent of his body.

He pressed a kiss to her nape, running his fingers over her sweat-dampened hair as he tried to breathe. As his breathing slowed, his body and mind relaxed, and it wasn’t long until he drifted off to sleep.

D
onovan saw
the headlights of a Jeep and hurried out to the road. The Jeep pulled to a stop, and Kimmy peered out at him. He climbed in the car quickly, throwing his duffel bag in the back seat.

“Drive,” he barked, sinking down in his seat. He had woken up on the floor of someone’s living room, black and blue all over. Face busted up, ribs broken, sure to piss blood. He didn’t remember the entirety of what had happened earlier, but he knew enough to clear out before that daddy’s boy Jasper showed up again.

“Baby,” said the petite blonde, giving him a look. “What happened to your face? You look like shit, darlin.”

“Just drive the damned car, Kimmy,” he snapped, irritated. Good thing the human had a nice, tight snatch and incredible E-cups; otherwise Donovan would have long since discarded her. But she was ready and willing, and she took directions well in and out of the bedroom. Good enough for now, Donovan figured.

“I’d hate to see the other guy,” she quipped, her trailer-trash accent making him wince. “You kilt that bad man, didn’t you baby?”

“Almost,” Donovan lied. “He had some help and he got away from me before I could finish it.”

“What are you gonna do? You can’t go back there, can you?”

“We’re gonna pack a bag and take a little road trip. I got someone to visit.”

“I love road trips. Well, except the part where you have to pee at gas stations,” she prattled on. “Where we goin? I thought you said you ain’t go no kinda family to speak of.”

“I know some people who would be interested to know where that asshole is shacked up with his little bitch. They’ll take care of this problem without us lifting a finger, and then we’ll run the damned place ourselves.”

“And you ain’t gonna see that other girl no more, right? That skinny young girl that works at the grocery store? You promised me you were gonna get rid of her,” Kimmy said, sounding worried.

Donovan saw no need to tell Kimmy that he would indeed be seeing Sadie again, since that bitch was going to whelp his first child. After that, he’d be rid of her. Too whiny, not nearly as easy to fuck as Kimmy.

“I told you not to talk about her, stupid. I’m taking care of things just fine. Just keep your mouth shut about it. Jesus, Kimmy.”

“She don’t like it like I like it, Donovan. I bet her pussy ain’t half as good as mine,” the human said, pulling the Jeep into a cheap motel just off the interstate.

“What the hell did I just tell you? Now go get your stuff. We got a long drive ahead of us.”

Kimmy rolled her eyes and got out of the car, disappearing into the motel. Donovan sat back, covering his busted-up face with a hand. He hadn’t wanted to go this far, but now that he’d made the call… well, things were going to change.

Donovan Massey didn’t put up with shit from nobody, and this time was no different. McDonough had a hell of a surprise awaiting him, and fucking good riddance too. Leaning his seat back, Donovan tried to catch some shut eye.

“
M
onsignor
? The witch is asking to speak with you again.”

Samuel swiveled his desk chair to face the open doorway of his office.

“Thank you,” he said, dismissing the Novitiate who had come to notify him of what he already knew. Circe had been metaphorically rattling the bars of her cage for almost a week now, demanding action against the werewolves. The demons had taken Circe’s sister, infuriating her.

There was also the fact that Circe was a bit insane, but Samuel didn’t mind that. As long as the witch continued to serve her purpose, she could be as mad as she wanted.

Today had already been quite an interesting day, what with the anonymous phone call giving a date and time that one of the demons’ leaders would be traveling alone, exposed. The caller had given a lot of intimate details, including some interesting news about the Louisiana and Alabama nests.

Things were finally looking up, Samuel thought. With the right timing, he could recoup his losses and gain much more besides.

Rising from his desk, Samuel headed for the small set of rooms he’d assigned to the witch. Pausing outside the entrance, he tapped a few buttons on a small digital panel. A large section of the wall wavered, then revealed a sizable viewing panel. Samuel moved close, examining the witch. At the moment Circe was sitting on a bed-turned-couch in the main room, braiding the little girl’s hair.

Samuel had struggled in deciding whether to return Circe’s daughter. Now he believed he’d made the right choice, keeping Circe calm and occupied with the care of her child. If necessary, he could always have the girl removed and returned to her own cell.

Sighing, Samuel touched the digital panel again, closing the viewing window and opening the door. Stepping inside, he took a deep breath to prepare himself for Circe’s nagging.

“Where have you been?” the witch asked, not bothering to look up from plaiting Medea’s hair. Looking at the two demons, all long blonde hair and pale skin and blue eyes, he was reminded how well evil could camouflage itself. The two females were deceptively frail, seeming too delicate to host such demonic power. Samuel wouldn’t have believed it of them, but he’d seen Circe in action. She was nothing to toy with, a maelstrom of angry energy waiting to be unleashed.

“We don’t set our watch by your schedule, Circe,” he said, trying to keep the scorn from his tone. Her facial expression said he had been unsuccessful.

“I told you I was ready a week ago. I’m running out of patience,” she said testily, giving him a bone-chilling glance. “Those creatures have Cassandra. Who knows what they’re doing to her? And yet we sit, waiting for… what, exactly?”

Samuel cocked his head at her, narrowing his eyes.

“I think you are mistaking the nature of the situation, witch. You take orders from me, and not the other way around. You don’t exactly have a choice in the matter,” he said, gesturing to indicate their high-security surroundings.

Circe didn’t so much as move, but the whole room suddenly went dark. An impossible breeze sprung up, buffeting Samuel as he stared at the witch. When she opened her mouth to speak, her voice was unnaturally deep and loud, putting him on edge.

“Do not mistake me, human. I have the advantage, and your little electronics won’t keep me here. I could leave for the werewolves’ nest today, crack it wide open. Now that I’ve touched their Fae weapon once, I can destroy it and walk away with Cassie. You serve my purpose, to distract the werewolves while I do my work.”

“Stop it, mama!” the little girl cried, looking angry.

The lights flickered back on and the breeze died as suddenly as if it had never existed.

“It’s all right, Mimi,” the witch cooed soothingly, running a hand over the girl’s hair.

“You still need us, Circe. Which is why you’ll wait until we are prepared to attack. In any case, they’ve moved your sister to a new location. The tip came in today telling us her new location,” he bluffed.

“Tell me!” the woman hissed, rising to her feet.

“Fulfill your end of the bargain, and you will have your sister back.”

“Bastard,” she spat, her eerie blue eyes glowing with hate.

“That means so much, coming from a demon,” Samuel said. “Be thankful that we have plans for you and your offspring, witch.”

“Once I have rejoined my sister, we may strike a bargain. Until then, I wouldn’t make any assumptions.” Circe sat back down, again toying with the child’s fine blonde hair.

“If she chooses to join you, that is,” Samuel said, planting the seed.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Circe asked, not bothering to look up at him.

“Just that the demons have a way of turning loved ones against you. Changing their alliances,” he said.

“You speak of the man who has left. The one who looks so like yourself,” Circe said, cocking her head.

“I speak of nothing. I’m just telling you to keep your focus on that sister of yours, and decide what you are willing to do to keep her by your side.”

“I would do anything,” Circe said, her gaze rising to meet his again. The cold-blooded truth in her eyes turned Samuel’s stomach, but he didn’t respond to the threat. “Now get out, and don’t come back until you are ready to act. Medea and I have much to discuss.”

Samuel sighed and left the room, careful to reseal the door after himself. Using Circe as a weapon was playing with fire, and he knew it. The last chance of his redemption in the eyes of the Council was an icy-eyed murderess, going more mad by the hour. Samuel had several plans to put in motion now, and quickly.