Jacked Up (Bowen Boys #4)(35)
“Wrong, pet. It does. You’re mine. This is mine,” he growled, cupping her * with one hand while holding her neck with the other, forcing them face-to-face, breathing into each other’s mouths.
It was a risky move; he wouldn’t put it past her to bite him, but she didn’t.
“Sorry, Borg. * is not a detachable body part. It comes along with the smart-ass tongue and the snarky attitude. Oh and this face, the one you can’t stand to watch, remember? It’s a package one takes or leaves. It was your choice to leave it.”
He cut her off, kissing her ravenously. Then he fisted her bun and locked eyes with her. “Look at me. I know it’s a package. And I’m taking it. I tried to stay away from you. I tried to make this easier.” Now it was too late. He couldn’t help himself. He was going to give into it and the hell with the consequences. “You kept pushing and pushing. Taunting me. Now you got my full attention.” He lifted her, rested her back against the truck and worked his way in between her legs, bunching her dress up.
“I do not want your attention anymore,” she said, but she was holding him tight.
“Too bad, pet, because you’re getting it.” He shoved his hand under her panties. “And you do want it. You’re already wet for me.”
She didn’t move. Didn’t answer anything. She was furious and excited, he could tell, and he was so far gone that if she turned him down now his cock was going to fall into pieces. But she didn’t reject him. She took his mouth as hard as he always did hers. Harder.
The kiss got f*cking hot, f*cking fast. Like everything with her.
“Let’s go home.”
She shook her head, sinking her hands in his hair. “Here. Now.” Her breath was heavy, her tone defiant.
“I don’t have condoms, pet.” He should have known he couldn’t make it a couple of days around Elle without needing protection, but moron that he was, he thought he would be able to resist her. “And we’re in a public parking lot.”
“It’s deserted, Borg,” she whispered, pressing herself against him.
Yes, there was no one around. Still.
“Not up for the challenge?”
He grabbed her hands and immobilized them over her head. “I haven’t had sex for almost a year and I’ve been dying to f*ck you for twice as long, since the first time I laid eyes on you. You can’t ask me to pull out, because I won’t. The second I get inside you, I’ll be coming.”
“I’m protected.”
She was killing him.
He held her challenging stare. “So that we’re clear: if I f*ck you here I’m going to fill you with my cum.” Something he hadn’t done ever before but couldn’t wait to do now. Nuts.
She nodded. “Now.”
He couldn’t deny her anything. Which pissed him off to no end, but his cock had a mind of its own. Heck, his whole body.
He unzipped, yanked her panties aside, and pressed against her core, breaching her tight opening. Her teeth sank into his shoulder, a ragged cry escaping her.
Fuck, she was so hot. And so f*cking small. He was going to hell for this. She needed more foreplay if he was going to get more than the crown of his cock inside her, but he was so crazed by the sensory overload he wasn’t sure he could hold still.
Praying for a control there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell he could maintain, he pushed down his need and thrust a bit deeper, when suddenly her grip on him got even tighter. “Jack, oh God, I’m coming…”
He took her mouth and swallowed her cries as she exploded all over his cock, her * clutching him like a vise, locked in a powerful contraction. Robbing him of breath and the last shred of sanity. He surged all the way in, the straight barbell ladder he had at the base of his cock slamming against her clit, the contact with the metal ripping a whimper out of her and sending her over again. Jesus f*cking Christ, she was flooring him. Wrapped around him, quivering. So hot. So tight. He managed to plunge into her several times but soon after that he lost it, and with a roar he let himself go, filling her with his cum.
Chapter Nine
Jack didn’t utter a single word on the way home, back to throwing murderous glances her way, which, considering his cum was all over her *, felt weird to say the least. A couple of jokes came to mind, but she opted for keeping them to herself. God forbid she give him a coronary.
After making it home, Elle headed for the bathroom; a bit of space would do them good.
She stripped and entered the shower, wondering what had come over her in that parking lot. That kind of heavy-handed, Neanderthal behavior from a guy normally enraged her, earning him a kick in the balls instead of a free pass to f*ck her, which was exactly what Jack got. She had no explanation for it; the man revved her motor to unprecedented heights and she’d needed him so badly. And boy did he deliver. Him and that big pierced cock of his.
Elle took her sweet time, soaping up and soothing her muscles under the water, then rinsing. She reached for a towel and when she opened the shower curtain, she saw Jack there, leaning on the wall.
“Enjoy the show?” she asked, stepping out of the cubicle. The curtain only let a shadow through, but still.
He ignored her question, although he must have appreciated it if the huge erection tenting his jeans was anything to go by. “You know what this is, right?”