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Shawnee’s eyes softened, just a little. She removed a card from her purse and jotted down an address on the back. “My sister lives in Ridgecrest. I take Skye to visit her once a month. If you’re in the neighborhood, you can drop by and see her.”

“Thank you,” he said, his throat raw. “It means a lot to me.”

“Don’t ruin it,” she said in a brusque tone. “The only thing I like about you is your cold-bastard routine.”

He went quiet.

She glanced at Skye again. “Will you show me how to make that sign?”

He formed his hand into the proper shape. After teaching her several signs, he rose from the bench to join Skye. He savored every moment and memorized every detail of the afternoon, his heart aching with love for her.

Chapter Nineteen

Janelle made plans to meet Ace at her trailer.

She wore denim shorts and a long-sleeved tunic over sexy lingerie. Instead of cowboy boots, she donned a pair of kitten heels. She arrived early and paced the living room, her pulse pounding with anticipation.

His responses to her flirty texts had been curt. She knew he was dealing with some heavy, life-or-death stuff. When she’d asked him about it, he’d shut her up with a hard fuck.

She might try asking him again. She wanted him to trust her with his darkest secrets, the way she’d trusted him with hers. But she’d take his cock if that was all he’d give, and she’d give back by letting him take. She could feel the tension in him, coiled tight and ready to spring. It was just like the tension inside her. They could release each other.

He was late. Instead of stopping out front, he drove past her trailer and parked down the street. Then he walked back under the cover of night. She opened the door for him, her heart in her throat. His eyes were strange, colder than unusual. Like chips of ice. But his mouth was hot. He was on her as soon as he crossed the threshold. Pushing her against the wall, he buried his hands in her hair and kissed the hell out of her.

When he lifted his head, she drew in a ragged breath. “Hello to you, too.”

“Lock the door.”

She locked it.

“I’m not in the mood to talk.”

“What a shame,” she said, fingering her neckline. “I thought we’d spend a quiet evening telling Bible stories.”

He made a growling sound and grasped her arm, urging her toward the bedroom. Apparently he wasn’t in the mood for jokes, either. “Take off your clothes before I rip them to shreds.”

She removed her clothes with slow deliberation. Her bra and panties were almost the same color as her skin, and very sheer. It was really just decoration, a sweet dusting of cinnamon and sugar over her cleft. His gaze darkened with approval. He put his arms around her, drawing her body along the length of his.

“No cowboy shirt tonight?” she asked.

“I only have one.”

She helped him out of the T-shirt, not disappointed by his casual attire. Or his hair-roughened chest, etched in tattoos and taut with muscle. His jeans were the same pair he’d worn last night. Faded Levis with a brown leather belt. She smoothed her palm over his erection. “Is this for me?”

“Every inch of it.”

“Where do you want to put it?”

He studied her mouth for a moment. Then he examined her breasts, which tingled beneath the gossamer fabric, and slid his hands over her mostly bare bottom. Her pussy was already warm and slick, her nipples stiff.

“Can’t decide?”

“Get on the bed.”

She wasn’t ready to let him toy with her. He had a strange energy tonight, as if demons were after him. He was on the edge of something even more dangerous than usual. She didn’t think he’d talk to her about it, but maybe he’d allow her to relieve his stress a little.

The cuffs were on the surface of the dresser. She picked them up and secured her own wrists together in front of her body. Then she sank to her knees at his feet. She knew what he needed better than he did.

He unbuttoned his fly and released his cock, agreeable. She moistened her lips eagerly. Taking his shaft in his hand, he brushed the velvety tip against her cheek. She nuzzled him, pressing soft kisses along his length. He had a beautiful cock, long and thick. Holding his gaze, she licked a salty drop from the slit. Then she parted her lips and took him deep. He made a fist in her hair, guiding her head. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as she swallowed as much as she could handle, choking herself on him.

Anything to please him.

He groaned, withdrawing from her mouth with a wet pop. “You think you’re getting off this easy?”

“I thought you were getting off.”

“You first, plaything.”

She rose to her feet, with his help. “What if I want to play with you?”

His brow furrowed. “How?”

“Lay down and I’ll show you.”

He took off his boots and pants, indulging her. Then he stretched out on his back on the bare mattress. His cock jutted up to his belly button. She shivered at the sight of him, big and hard and tattooed. In her bed. All for her.

Removing her cuffs, she put one on his right wrist, securing it to the slatted headboard. Then she crawled across his naked body and did the other one. He seemed amused by the cuffs, which weren’t strong enough to hold him. If he wanted to, he could yank free. He could probably break the headboard.

Janelle studied her work, pleased. His demeanor had changed from urgent and forceful to patient and willing.

“Take off those panties and ride me,” he said.

Her breath quickened at his command, but she didn’t obey. She put her hand between her legs and rubbed her sex through the fabric. There was a damp circle, spreading fast. Her clit pulsed with need.

“Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.”

“Let me see.”

She stripped her panties down her hips and showed him.

He moistened his lips. “Touch yourself.”

Her hands rose to her breasts, squeezing them together. Teasing him. The sheer fabric abraded her nipples sweetly. She knew he was asking her to finger her pussy, not fondle her breasts. So she raised one knee and rested her foot on the mattress to give him a better view. Then she pinched her nipples.

“You have a beautiful pussy.”

She slid her hands down her stomach and gave him what he wanted, penetrating with one finger. Then two. Thrusting in and out of her slick sex. His nostrils flared at her musky scent and he tugged at the cuffs, biceps flexing.

“Let me taste you.”

She transferred her fingers to his mouth, her heart racing. He sucked them as if there was nothing more delicious.

“Now get on my cock,” he ordered.

Jesus.

On impulse, she reached into the drawer for the paddle. His jaw clenched when he saw it, but he didn’t say anything. She slapped it against his hard thigh. He flinched at the contact, his eyes glowing with warning.

He’d make her pay for this.

Smiling, she slid the edge of the paddle along his thigh, up and down. His cock was flushed and hard as nails. She hit it lightly. He twitched, his cock bobbing against his belly. Then she patted his balls with the flat paddle, spanking them lovingly.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he said through clenched teeth.

She tossed aside the paddle and climbed onto the mattress, kissing his abused flesh. Licking his balls and sucking his cock. She drew him deep, moving her mouth up and down. Stroking his slippery shaft with her hand.

“Cowgirl,” he said.

She lifted her head. “What?”

“That’s my safeword.”

“You can’t use a safeword during a blowjob.”

“The fuck I can’t.”

Releasing him, she slid her leg over his lap. “I’ll show you a cowgirl,” she said, straddling him in reverse. Then she rubbed her pussy along his shaft, teasing his cock. Her hips moved in undulating motions. She gave him the hottest, most unsatisfying lap dance ever.

“You’re killing me,” he said in a hoarse voice.

She looked over her shoulder at him. “What do you want?”

“Your pussy on my face, and my cock in your mouth.”

She’d never actually tried that before. She couldn’t imagine a more vulnerable position for a woman to be in. She’d be completely exposed to him, unable to close her legs. The focus on her pleasure often caused her to drift. But his hands were still cuffed, and that made her feel safer. Maybe simultaneous oral would distract her. She could suck his cock and not worry about what he was doing with her body.

She crawled backward until her pussy was aligned with his face. He arched up to taste her glistening slit.

It was...exciting. Daring. Naughty.

Pulse pounding, she bent her head to him and went to work. To her delight, she could fit more of his cock in her mouth from this angle. She took him deep into the back of her throat, moaning with pleasure.

This was hot.

She’d always enjoyed oral sex, and his cock was thrillingly large. She sucked and stroked him with eager motions, performing as if her life depended on it. He ate her cunt the same way, tongue-fucking her into oblivion.

Damn. He was good.

Her hips began to move in desperate motions, riding his face. He pumped his cock into her mouth with shallow thrusts. His shaft was wet with her saliva, dripping down his balls. She paused to grip him and got distracted by the swirling motions of his tongue.

“Oh fuck,” she said, close to orgasm.

He suckled on her clit, relentless. She bent her head to take him deep again. She heard the cuffs rip and felt his fingers in her pussy. He stretched her wide, his tongue stabbing her clit. She came with a muffled cry, her hips bucking and her mouth full of cock. Her cheeks puffed with air as she shuddered on top of him, moaning. She felt as if she was exploding all over his face, her pussy soaked with moisture.

When it was over, she rolled onto her back. “You cheated.”

“Did you drift?”

“No. I came so hard, I saw stars.”

“You tasted good.”

He transferred the cuffs to her wrists, securing her to the headboard. Then he put on a condom and positioned himself over her. He kissed her with his pussy-slick mouth and thrust into her, driving deep. Still reeling from her orgasm, she just let him take. He fucked her hard and rough and dirty.

“I love your pussy,” he panted, sliding his hand between them to strum her clit. “Your mouth is hot, too. You were made to suck a cock.”

She groaned, coming again. The cuffs bit into her wrists as the climax unraveled like a spool within her. She writhed beneath him, filled to the hilt and drowning in ecstasy. Her pussy clenched around his cock, lights flashed before her eyes and blood thundered in her ears. Every sensation heightened her pleasure.

Oh yes.
Fuck me.
So good.

He pulled out and yanked off the condom, bringing his cock to her mouth for a hot finish. With a strangled groan, he spurted all over her parted lips. Then he shoved his cock inside, flooding the back of her throat with come.

She swallowed eagerly. He stayed buried inside her mouth for another moment, his hand framing her face. Then he withdrew, sliding his cock across her wet cheek.

Whew.

And she’d thought last night’s session had been messy. This one took the cake. He undid her cuffs and collapsed beside her, all sweaty arms and heavy legs. After a long moment, he rose to dispose of the condom. Then he pulled his jeans on.

“You’re leaving?”

“I got what I came for.”

She wiped his come off her face, stung by his brusque treatment. Her pussy was still pulsing with sensation, her skin flushed. His eyes traveled down her body, settling between her splayed thighs. He’d fucked her hard, but that didn’t mean he was satisfied. He’d told her last night that he couldn’t get enough.

“I can’t see you again,” he said, dragging his gaze away. He put on his boots and T-shirt, his jaw clenched as if he wanted to punch something. Or someone.

Himself, maybe.

He deserved it.

She climbed off the bed and tugged on her shorts, not bothering with a shirt or panties. Then she grabbed the cigarettes out of her purse and went to the kitchen. Boosting herself up on the counter, she lit one.

He joined her for a smoke, saying nothing.

She said nothing in return. She figured he was better at the quiet game than she was, but she was stubborn enough to play.

He surprised her by breaking the silence first. “Do you work tomorrow?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I met with Jester.”

“How did it go?”

“Not well,” he said, taking another drag. “He wants something I can’t give him, and he’s threatening to hurt you if I don’t deliver.”

Janelle tapped her ashes in the sink. “Is that why you can’t see me anymore?”

“It’s one of the reasons.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said. “Kevin won’t let Jester in the club, and your Dirty Dozen friends are going to patrol the parking lot.”

“Dirty Eleven,” he corrected.

“Whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“I think you should quit.”

She gave him an incredulous look.

“You said you wanted to get out.”

“Well, I can’t get out now. I haven’t saved enough money yet.”

“I told you I could help you.”

“And I told
you
to go fuck yourself.”

His mouth twisted with displeasure. “Don’t be stupid.”

There it was: her temper trigger. She didn’t like being called stupid. She’d always struggled in school. She’d always felt stupid, and bad, and wrong. Ace could use her body any way he wanted, but he couldn’t call her stupid.

She tossed her cigarette butt in the sink and hopped down from the counter. “If I’d known you were the type of man who wanted to control me outside of the bedroom, I wouldn’t have fucked you.”

“Too late.”

“You got what you came for. Now go.”

“Fuck,” he yelled, raking a hand through his hair. “You think this is easy for me? You think I’m bored with you? Christ, I want to take you back to bed right now. It’s fucking killing me to walk away.”

She studied his flushed neck, corded with muscle and tension. “Can’t you make a deal? Or get some help?”

“No. I can’t.”

He was independent to a fault. She knew a little something about that flaw, but it was difficult to sympathize with a man so determined to dig his own grave. His tight-lipped, lone-wolf attitude infuriated her. She followed him to the door. “So this is goodbye,” she said, swallowing hard. “Not just goodbye, but ‘watch out.’”

“I’m sorry. I never should have touched you.”

“Why did you?”

He reached out to cup her face. She thought he might kiss her, or haul her back to the bedroom for another round. But he just brushed his thumb over her parted lips, once. His jaw was tense, his eyes devoid of color in the dim light. “I couldn’t resist,” he said, and left.