Sacrifice (12 page)

He was waiting for her when she
arrived. His mother had called and relayed Daniel’s fury when he returned from
the lawyers’ offices. The Senator was coldly disapproving she had said, but
Jared had read more than that in her voice.

“Should I come after you, Mom?” he
had asked her carefully, concern rising within him.

“No, dear. Daniel isn’t a violent
man. But neither am I pleased with him at the moment,” she had said with a vein
of irritation. “You take care of Kimberly. She’s renounced Briar Cliff for you.
I expect to plan the wedding, of course. And it will take more than a few
weeks, young man. I expect six months at the least. I deserve this. You waited
long enough to find the woman that makes your lips curve into that smile your
father always got with me.” Her voice had turned misty with memories, though he
had no idea what she meant. “Give her my best, and I’ll see both of you soon.”

He had hung up the phone, and
waited. Night had fallen more than an hour before and still he stood on the
front porch, his heart in his chest, his throat tight with the knowledge of
what she had given up for him.

She had given up an estate
estimated to be worth millions. More than he would ever accomplish in his
lifetime, more than he had dreamed his love meant to her. She had only five
years to wait, and he would have been there beside her. He would have given her
that time.

It both awed and humbled him, and
scared the living hell out of him that she had given it up.

Finally, just as he was certain she
must have changed her mind, he saw the lights of the jeep topping the rise a
quarter of a mile away. And she was there. Everything inside him responded to
that sight. His chest tightened with emotion, and his erect cock throbbed in
thankfulness. The damned thing hadn’t relaxed since she had walked out the door
more than a week before.

He held his position on the porch,
his arms crossed over his chest as the jeep pulled into the driveway and turned
around the circular drive. The engine had no sooner been turned off then the
door was opening and there she was.

Her long, red-gold hair flowed
around her, unbound, as wild as the passion that burned within her. She was
dressed simply in clothing that he figured would take no more than six seconds
to tear from her body. A light cream-colored sundress and leather sandals. Four
seconds max, he revised.

She moved slowly to him, stepping
up on the porch, her eyes dark with emotion.

“I love you,” she whispered. “I
can’t wait, Jared. No matter what. No matter how long you want me, I can’t
wait.”

He drew in a hard, determined
breath as he glanced away from her. He couldn’t say what he had to say while
staring into those beautiful eyes.

“I can ease the desire for you
without this sacrifice…”

“No.” Tears thickened her voice as
pain resonated in it. “We tried that, Jared; it only made it worse. Don’t you
understand? It’s not the need for release. It’s not the arousal. It’s you. Just
you. I need all of you, not just a little bit… I need all of you. You love me,
Jared. I know you do. You have to.”

He turned back to her, the
emotional storm riding within him as unfamiliar as the tears filling her eyes
now.

“Love you?” he questioned her
roughly. “No, Kimberly. This isn’t love. This is a part of my soul that rips
out every time I have to let you go. But by God, I won’t let you give up
everything you’ve fought for like this. It’s only five years.”

She shook her head slowly, a single
tear falling from her eye, breaking his heart.

“Five years that I can be warm
beside you. Five years that I can laugh with you, that I can love you. Five
years versus something that was my mother’s dream, but never mine. I want you,
not the curse that estate has become.”

He should have argued further, he
thought. He should have made her see exactly what she was giving up, but he
couldn’t fight past his need to hold her, to kiss her. His need to shelter her
and hear the screams he had every intention of fucking out of her.

He reached out, his body clamoring
to take and take until he was so sated he collapsed in exhaustion. But nothing
could still the need to give until he saw her eyes fill with happiness, with
satisfaction.

His fingers touched her cheek
gently.

“Be certain,” he whispered.
“Because I’ll never let you go, Kimberly. It would kill a piece of my soul to
ever have to let you go again.”

Her hand covered his, pressing it
to her lips as her lips caressed his palm with a butterfly touch.

“Do I have to tie you down and rape
you, Jared?” she asked him with a tearful smile. “Or are you going to tie me
down and love me?”

“No restraints,” he vowed as his
arms went around her and he swept her against his chest. “Just me and you,
Kimber. Me and you and the fires that are going to explode around us.”

Kimberly gasped at the heat and
warmth of Jared’s body as he carried her into the house and up the stairs to
his room. He didn’t exactly walk; his movements were too quick, too filled with
purpose for such a sedate pace. But neither did he rush.

Her lips moved to his neck as he
stared up the staircase. Her teeth nipped at his flesh, her tongue soothing the
ache as a broken growl left his lips. She wanted to give him the pleasure he
had always given her. She wanted to consume him, wanted to melt so deep into his
body that she never had to worry about being apart from him again.

Finally, he was pushing his way
into his bedroom and laying her on the bed as he stared down at her, his gray
eyes turbulent with the swirling shades of gray that colored his eyes.

She propped herself up on her
elbows, watching as he undressed. He tore his clothes from his body, dropping
them carelessly onto the floor until every hard, muscular inch was revealed to
her avid gaze.

“Are you attached to that dress?”
he growled then.

She glanced down at the dress in
surprise. “It’s just a dress.”

“Good.” He reach for her, his hands
hooking in the neckline, and before her amazed eyes, he tore the fabric from
her body.

Laughter welled inside her and
would have escaped her throat if he hadn’t covered her lips with his own,
coming over her as he pressed her back to the bed, his legs pushing demandingly
between her thighs.

“I don’t know how long I can wait,”
he whispered between the kiss. “I’m dying for you, Kimber. So damned starved
for you that I feel as clumsy as a callow youth.”

“Never clumsy,” she panted as his
hands framed her breasts a second before his lips moved to her hard, aching
nipples.

Pinpoints of rapturous sensation
began to tingle over her body as his mouth covered one distended tip. His mouth
drew on her with a hunger she couldn’t have imagined. She thought she had known
him at his most passionate, his most aroused, but she had been wrong. This was
Jared, raw, unconcerned with control, but no less intent or powerful for it.

Her head fell back on the bed as
her hands moved over his shoulders, his head, her fingers tangling in the short
strands of his hair. She wanted, no, she needed to touch him. She had to feel
the bunching muscles of his shoulders, hold his head to her as he sucked at her
breast, driving her insane with the pleasure.

When his lips began to move lower,
his tongue licking over her flesh, she arched to him, knowing that as the fires
inside her began to rage out of control, that Jared would once and for all put
out the flames.

“I love your taste,” he groaned as
his mouth poised over the aching, wet folds of her cunt. “So sweet and hot,
Kimber. I could eat your pussy for hours.”

“Later,” she begged. “God, Jared,
I’ve been in misery for a year now. Make it stop…”

Her eyes closed as a ragged moan
escaped her lips. His tongue swiped between the sensitive lips, circled her
swollen clit then moved down to tongue the entrance to her greedy vagina.

“Damn you, fuck me,” she demanded
roughly as her pussy wept with its need. “I’ve waited long enough, Jared.”

She needed him inside her, needed
him to fill the empty aching places, not just in her body, but in her soul as
well.

“Condom,” he panted as he pulled
himself to his knees, his eyes wild, his face flushed. “…have to find one…”

“No.” Her hands fell to the jutting
length of his cock, wrapping around it as they both groaned at the touch. “I’m
protected, Jared. I took care of it. I need you like this. All of you.”

Her eyes met his. Neither of them
had known another’s touch without that layer of protection. She needed no
protection from Jared. She didn’t want any.

As though her words had broken the
last threads of his control, he lifted her thighs, opening her further as he
came over her, pushing her hands from the rigid length of his erection, and
positioned himself carefully.

He was breathing hard and fast,
just as she was. Perspiration covered his body, dampened his hair. He stared
down at her, his eyes nearly black as he guided the wide, flared head of his
cock through the narrow slit of her pussy.

Kimberly whimpered with the
pleasure. The mushroomed crest was satin soft and hot as fire as he tucked it
against her opening.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he
groaned, leaning his forehead against hers as he fought for breath.

“I like the pain, remember?” She
tried to smile, but her breath was catching in her chest with each new, violent
burst of pleasure. “Take me, Jared. All of me…”

He closed his eyes, his hand moving
to grip her hip a second before he surged inside her.

Kimberly’s eyes flew open wide, not
from the pain, but from the filling. He stretched her impossibly, working his
cock inside her with stiff, hard strokes that had her gasping for breath, had a
scream building in her throat with no air to let it free.

“God, Kimberly,” he groaned
desperately as she struggled to take the thick width of his erection. “Fuck,
you’re so damned tight. Too damned tight.”

She felt the penetration of the
thin membrane she had protected for so long. Her back arched as a cry escaped
her, her legs lifting to allow her knees to clasp his hips, to open herself
further for him.

Her hands gripped his shoulders,
fingers biting unconsciously into his skin as the next hard stroke sent him
deeper, stretched her further. Each breath was a gasping cry. Each inch that sank
inside her, another slice of ecstasy she feared she would never survive.

Finally, his hands gripped her hips
hard as he pulled back a second before he pushed inside her, hard and heavy, a
spearing impalement that let loose the scream building inside her.

Electricity sizzled over her flesh
as tremors shook her body. She could feel him inside her, every hard,
throbbing, heavily veined inch of his cock buried to the last depth of her
pussy.

She stared up at him as his eyes
opened, gasping for breath, her eyes wide, her hips rocking against him. And
she could say only a single word. “More…”

Jared lost his mind. For a second,
for one blissful second he thought he could hold on to the control he needed
not to ravish her. But that word, that single word, so filled with hunger, with
desperation, tore it from him.

He came over her fully, catching
his weight on his elbows and began to fuck her with all the driving, greedy
desperation he had locked inside his soul for a year now. His hands tangled in
her hair, holding her still as his lips came over hers, his tongue pushing past
her lips as he surged repeatedly into the fist-tight depths of her cunt.

She was tight. So tight she gripped
him like a silken vise, the walls of her cunt dragging over his cock and
driving him closer and closer to the edge of release.

Her lips opened to him as eagerly
as did the rest of her body, her hands moving over his shoulders. Flames
whipped over his body as his chest tightened with a surge of protectiveness and
overwhelming emotion.

His arms cradled her close to him
as he felt his scrotum tighten almost painfully at the base of his cock. He
gritted his teeth against the whiplash of sensation that began to move up the
base of his spine. The slick, satin softness of her tight cunt flexed and
rippled around his erection. Tiny fingers of bursting sensation speared inside
the swollen flesh, striking with destructive results to the depths of his
balls.

He couldn’t hold back. She was
burning in his arms, searing him with her pleasure, her cries urging him to
thrust harder, faster, to fuck her with the last measure of strength he
possessed. He was helpless against her need, her hunger.

Jared was shocked at the sound of
the ragged groan that escaped his chest as he began to hammer inside her. Quick,
deep strokes, the sound of her wet pussy sucking at his cock, driving him over
the edge of reality.

“Jared…Jared…” She was gasping his
name, her body tightening beneath him as he felt the first warning contractions
of her cunt around his cock.

She was close, so close.

“I love you, Kimberly,” he growled
at her ear then, the emotion surging through him like a tidal wave. “Come for
me, baby. Come for me now, sweet baby. Right here in my arms.”

As though his voice was the trigger
needed, she bucked in his arms, her breath strangling past her lips, as he
raised his head to watch those incredible eyes as the storm took her.

They were nearly black, wide,
unfocused, as a keening cry escaped her lips. Her sweet, sweet pussy clamped
down on his cock like the tightest fist as hard, spasmodic shudders began to
convulse through her.

Then he felt it. The rush of her
release vibrated against his erection as her legs tightened further, her pussy
flexing, releasing, gripping and sucking at his hard flesh until his head, his
heart, his very soul exploded in a release that had a rough, desperate groan
tearing from his chest.