Undercover Attraction (25 page)

"Ah, my little butterfly is being shy."

She mumbled into the mattress, then groaned
when he inserted a knee between her legs, spreading her wide.

He traced the vibrator up, up, until it
lightly licked at her nub, causing her to cry out and wiggle her
backside at him.
All in due time
, he thought.

Fingers once again filled her, as the
vibrator teased and taunted her clit, sending her into orbit. She
couldn't handle it. This was too intense. She had only ever used
her toys when she was getting restless, and had never had a partner
using them on her. It was like he instinctively knew what she
wanted, and adjusted his touches accordingly, until she was aching
and needy beneath him, wanting more,
needing
more. Knowing
that when he gave it to her, she would be shattered into a million
pieces and may not ever recover.

His strong fingers stroked inside of her,
moving in a mocking rhythm that had her thrusting back against him,
begging him with her body to replace his fingers with something
bigger, harder.

He released her and grabbed another toy, one
a bit bigger, and slid it up her thigh to her entrance as he teased
her clit. She pushed against him, writhing and twitching, trying to
make him fill her with himself as her body convulsed under the
pleasure.

He slowly pressed it inside of her, pulling
it back out with every inch he gained, then sliding it back in two
inches. She moaned into the mattress, her bound hands clenched in
the comforter, her luscious backside twitching each time the
smaller vibrator found that extra-sensitive spot and flicked
against it.

Another inch. Then another. Until it was
seated deeply inside her.

She sighed in relief then groaned when he
began thrusting it in and out, slowly,
oh so slowly
, just as
she had ridden him before.

It was torture, just enough friction to push
her to the edge, but not enough to send her over. She hovered on
the brink, urging him with her body to increase the pace, but he
held back, driving her mindless, making her moan and gasp with each
slow thrust.

The pressure built up inside of her, until
she knew she would burst if he didn't do something to give her
release. Jacob knew it also, but refused to let her climax until he
was ready for her to.
He
controlled
her
this time,
and despite how much he wanted to plunge himself into her heated
depths, he would hold back until she was as insane as he had
been.

He pressed the vibrator deep into her,
flipping the little switch to make it buzz, smiling to himself when
Jenna's knees almost buckled, and she spread herself wider as she
sagged a bit lower on the bed.

He grabbed the small bottle of lube,
squeezing a drop out onto his finger then slid it into the crevice
between her plump cheeks. She stiffened and shivered, the delicious
sensation exciting nerve endings that hadn't been touched in ages.
Another slick glide of lube, then the vibrator was back on her
clit, driving her wild as he pressed a finger into her anus.

It was a test of restraint. Her body was so
tight, strangling his finger while dragging him in, making him
press deep, then testing his resolve as he pulled gently out.

Jenna was wild beneath him, screaming
hoarsely with every glide of his finger, until he knew he wouldn't
be able to last much longer. He quickly removed his finger, grabbed
the last vibrator, and gently began pushing it into her tight
backside.

Her head turned from side to side as she
pulled against the handcuffs, wanting to touch him, to hold on to
something other than the comforter, to make him fill her body as
fully as the vibrators were.

Her body resisted the larger toy, but he
pressed forward, increasing the pressure on her clit, until she was
bucking beneath him, pressing back to aid his progress.

Finally, her muscles relented, the vibrator
slid home, buried deep in her ass.

He flipped on the toy, sending pulses of
heat and pleasure throughout her needy nerves, her back bowing at
the sensation, her legs shaking with the intensity, her hoarse
scream splitting the room.

And it was such an erotic sight, Jenna's ass
and tight channel stuffed with her own toys, his dark hand twisting
another between her thighs, her ass shaking and writhing up at him,
her core wet with her desire. It was too good to be true, and he
couldn't wait any longer.

His cock pressed against her entrance,
replacing one of her toys, and she gasped, knowing that he wouldn't
fit, not while the vibrator was still stuffed in her backside. He
couldn't mean to…

He did, pressing into her inch by slow inch,
giving her time to adjust to the overly full sensation. It was more
than she had ever felt at one time. Jacob was already large, barely
fitting without anything else making her tighter.

Now it was just too much, her body resisting
him, despite the welcoming wetness that urged him to do it. Her
body shuddered as he filled her, stretching her with a burning
pleasure-pain that she had never known could be an erotic spiral
into madness.

Her concentration was centered around that
place within her. The one he pressed against even harder as full as
she was. Sweat broke out on her brow, air became harder to draw,
and she felt every inch of her skin increase in sensitivity.

He filled her completely, his pelvis resting
against her ass, the vibrator pressing into his abdomen. He almost
lost it. It took every ounce of his attention to press into her
without spilling. He released the vibrator on her clit, letting it
fall to the bed as he grabbed her hips, pulling her further against
him, clenching his teeth at the tightness.

Then he moved, pulling out to his head, then
pushing in with a quick flex of his hips, burying himself to the
balls, nudging the vibrator deeper into her ass.

She cried out at the sensation, and knew she
would never be the same, that no one could ever complete her as he
could. He began a frenzied pace, filling and retreating, every
thrust pushing the vibrator further, humming against places she
knew would be forever bereft without him.

She pulsed around him, her channel slick and
tight, scalding him, trying to pull his soul out through his cock.
He felt every shudder of her body, every clench of her muscles,
every jerk she had when his balls slapped against her clit. Then
she tightened further, her climax on her, his seed spurting against
her womb, her scream an earth-shattering declaration of orgasm.

And they both saw stars as they flew into
orbit.

Jacob's phone woke them early the next morning. As he went to
answer it, Jenna stretched carefully. Her body was sore in places
she didn't know existed. She smiled as she remembered why.

Jacob returned moments later. "I have to go
in to the station. The driver of the BMW has been released for
interrogation. The FBI is going to come get him this evening, so I
have to get there before they do if I want answers. I also have the
reports of the explosion to file, so I will be gone for a few
hours. My partner is going to come sit with you because Alex is
undercover, and Dad is at the station."

She nodded, and after a quick, heated kiss,
he mumbled goodbye, telling her to go back to sleep.

She missed the expression on Jacob's face as
he entered the living room to grab his cell phone and keys.

That damn cat had gotten even. Balls of
fluff scattered the floor, his favorite recliner now shredded
beyond repair, as well as the comfortable sofa he had spent
thousands on. Pillows were destroyed, lying limp in forgotten rags
on the carpet.

That little bastard
, Jacob thought,
smiling to himself that a damn cat had enough guts to destroy his
house, and now was nowhere to be seen. He made a mental note to
clean the mess and replace his furniture. Then neuter the damn
cat.

#

This is it
, she thought, menace
welling up to the surface, f
inally, we'll get that
bitch
.

It had been a pure stroke of genius to
persuade the FBI to release the guy for interrogation. That damn
interfering, honest cop would be busy for hours. Much longer than
she actually needed.

That disc was imperative to her business.
She had to recover it, or her boss would have her ass tortured and
tossed in the gutter. It shouldn't be too hard to get the female to
talk. Just a threat to her family, and if that didn't work, she
would pump her so full of drugs, she would be begging to tell them.
Like I did to Mike
.

She had originally thought she would be able
to get a copy of the data from the police station, but Nichols had
the evidence so tied up she couldn't even get near it without him
knowing.

She shook her head. No, this was the best
plan. Supposedly the female had a copy somehow. And she was going
to get it. By whatever means necessary.

#

"Get up."

Jenna stirred from her sleep, rolling over
to reach for Jacob, her hand finding only cool sheets where he had
been gone for a while.

"I said get up."

Something hard nudged her against the side
of her head, and she cracked one eye open, then sat straight up. A
gun.
They found me
.

Fear made her immobile, and she followed the
barrel with her eyes. A woman was holding a gun on her, her eyes
icy and chilling, giving her no doubt that she would be shot if she
didn't obey.

She glanced around the room quickly, looking
for something-
anything
- to defend herself with. Damn Jacob
for only having pillows on his bed!

The woman raised an eyebrow. "I don't think
so. Get your ass up and get dressed. We're leaving." The woman
backed away just enough to let Jenna roll out of bed then tossed
jeans and a t-shirt at her.

Jenna quickly dressed, too scared to do much
else.

"If you cooperate, you won't be hurt." Jenna
could easily read that as a lie, especially since the woman's cold
blue eyes never changed, never gave Jenna any flicker of hope.
Jenna instinctively knew this woman was capable of a great many
unspeakable crimes.

She was going to die. She understood it and
oddly wasn't afraid. She had already been shot, and now, her body
numbed itself to the thought of death. But pain, oh, now, pain
could make her wish she were dead.

Jenna refused to go down without a fight
though. Bending down, she acted as if she was adjusting her pants
leg, quickly reaching under the bed. Her fingers found the box
Jacob had slid there last night.

She threw it at the woman, jumped up, and
ran without checking to see if it had even hit her. She barely made
it to the door when a hard hand in her hair yanked her back. She
fell to the floor, her backside hitting the thick carpet, just as
the woman backhanded her, pressing the gun chillingly to her
temple.

"Don't test me, bitch. I won't hesitate to
put a bullet in your brain. And your sister's."

Jenna's blood froze in her veins as her
vision swam, black spots floating in front of her eyes. "Amy," she
whispered, finally letting fear take hold of her body, constricting
her chest. "What did you do to Amy?" Her voice was filled with
horror, terrified of the answer.

"You'll be reunited with her soon. Now get
up, and get moving." The woman's words were punctuated with a sharp
jab of the gun barrel into Jenna's temple.

She obeyed, opening the door carefully, and
walking barefoot down the stairs.

"Jacob's partner will be here any second.
You can't get away with this." She was fishing to stall her any way
she could, not really knowing if Jacob's partner was already lying
dead somewhere or not.

A chilling laugh came from the woman.
"Stupid bitch, I am Jake's partner."

The blood ran from Jenna's face, and she
knew that this situation had just gotten much worse. She turned her
head to look at her as they headed to the front door. "How could
you do this to him? Betray him like this? He doesn't deserve this.
You don't deserve him."

She was slapped, her head snapping to the
side, her cheek swelling almost instantly.

The gun never wavered. "Shut up and go."
Another nudge made Jenna pick up her pace, despite the stars
floating in front of her face.

She saw a fuzzy flash from the corner of her
eye jump onto Jacob's partner, the woman screaming as she twisted
and writhed.

Chuckles, Lord love him, had attacked her,
his claws and teeth shredding at her neck and face as she tried to
knock him away from her.

Jenna jumped for the gun, but she couldn't
manage to get close enough before the woman's arms flailed out of
her reach.

Chuckles managed to almost take out an eye,
blood welling and running from the scratches down Jacob's partner's
cheeks, but she grabbed the cat by his throat and threw him to the
floor, aimed the gun quickly then pulled the trigger.

The loud retort resonated in Jenna's ears
and she stared at Chuckles as he lay limp on the floor.

Dreamlike, she saw the gun turn to her.

"That will be your sister if you don't move.
Now!"

Jenna turned and headed for the door,
sobbing over her poor, lovable pet lying helpless on the floor.

#

Jacob looked down at his phone for the
second time in the past twenty minutes.

The interrogation had so far yielded no
actual information that could give them anything worthwhile. Only
that the guy had taken orders from a woman and been paid in cash.
No names, no descriptions, nothing.

He flipped his phone open, expecting it to
be his electronic alarm system to just be updating him again. The
last one had been ESSA notifying him that Dobbs had arrived at his
house, and he had sighed in relief that Jenna had someone to
protect her.