Jacked Up (Bowen Boys #4)(36)

She glanced around. “Hmm, a bathroom?”

He grunted, not a speck of humor in his hard tone. “You understand this has no future, right? This is just sex and that’s all that it ever will be.”

Arrogant ass. “Don’t overestimate yourself, Borg. Who says I want more? I know what you are. You’re f*cking material.”

“Good, we understand each other. When the Maldonado situation is resolved, we part ways.”

“Depending on your skills, we might part ways earlier. I can’t help it if you fall for me though, wonderful girl that I am. Oh, I know, I know”—she waved him off—“I don’t bake bread or sew my own underwear. I’m sooo going to hell.”

He was searching for the one, but she was too, and Jack was so far away from it, it wasn’t even funny.

He strode toward her, his glance traveling over her and stopping on her legs. “What were those inscriptions and lines?”

What? Ah, the UV tattoos.

“You’ll have to get me into another club if you want to see them again. Maybe if you hadn’t dragged me out of there, you would have had more time to inspect them. Oh, and by the way, now that we’re on the subject, you don’t want to end up with my boot up your ass, you don’t manhandle me,” she added. “Ever.”

“You don’t want me throwing you over my shoulder, maybe you should consider behaving.” His tone was clipped and matter-of-fact.

“I foresee a painful relationship ahead of us.” He frowned at the word “relationship,” so she corrected, “Fling, hookup. Whatever you want to call it. If you’d sleep lighter, I can sign a waiver.”

He caressed her skin. “UV tattoos always leave some scarring. Yours are unnoticeable.”

“How do you know about UV tattoos?”

Jack shrugged. “Someone close to me is interested in them.”

She waited for him to elaborate, but of course he didn’t. “I got mine done by the best.”

At her words, his expression grew severe. “What is Kai to you?”

“Hmm, none of your business?”

Jack got in her face. “Wrong, pet. When I walk out you can go back to doing what you want, but as long as I’m f*cking you, I’m the only one who touches you, are we clear?”

“Clear.” She resented the implication. He considered her an untrustworthy, shifty floozy and couldn’t be more wrong, but she didn’t want to get into it now.

“And you’ll do as I say.”

“Not so clear, buddy.”

Yep, definitely a painful relationship ahead of them. Correction; ahead of him, because as far as she was concerned, she was going to have a blast.

“And talking about body alterations, that piercing of yours caught me by surprise. I would never have thought you were pierced. Care to explain?”

True to form, The Borg didn’t bother to answer, just studied her.

“What?” she finally asked, impatient.

“Nothing. Wondering if I can f*ck that attitude out of you.”

She smirked. “I doubt it very much, but you can try.”

“I plan to. Believe me, I plan to.”

He brought her to him and kissed her, hard and deep. The towel fell to the floor and a shiver ran across her as she felt his calloused hands on her sensitized skin. She crawled up his body, wrapping her legs around his hips, the rough denim against her core and the soft shirt against her nipples playing havoc with her senses. The kiss got more desperate, his cock throbbing against her, his hands cupping her ass.

“Bed. Now,” he growled.

“I think your speech processor is failing you, sunshine. Maybe it got corrupted when you overheated?”

“Smart-ass.” He carried her to her bedroom, where he put her down on the bed.

Without taking his eyes off her, he made quick work of his clothes. He kneeled in front of her and unceremoniously lifted her legs up and wide.

“How many times can you get off in one session?”

In spite of her disadvantageous situation, she flaunted some attitude at him. She couldn’t let him intimidate her or he would walk all over her. “I don’t know, Jack, how talented are you?”

He cocked his eyebrow. “I recall someone coming around my cock explosively before I was totally in.”

True, but that might have had more to do with her than with him or his skills. After all, she had a lot of sexual frustration pent up since a certain * moved in with her.

He caressed her open folds and a whimper escaped her. For such a hard man, his touch was so soft. “You couldn’t wait to have me inside you.”

She couldn’t help egging him. “Of course I couldn’t. With your fickle personality I wasn’t risking you changing your mind by the time we made it home. You would have gotten all proper and uptight on me again.”

A devilish smile flashed on his face. “I might have been a bit slow on the uptake, but don’t be mistaken, I’m in charge here. And I’m never proper.”

Yeah, she’d gotten the idea while he’d been pounding into her in that deserted parking lot, her hands restrained over her head. Although in all honesty, she was still baffled that she’d managed to make him lose control. She would have bet good money he would never have gone for public, unprotected sex.