“I know.”
“God, baby. I’m going to come so hard up that fine ass. I need you so much.” He was babbling but couldn’t help himself. Every word he spoke was true. As he positioned himself at her ass, he slowly pushed and nearly lost it when her heat engulfed him.
She squirmed, and he lightly smacked her flank. “Be still,” he growled. “I’m trying to be gentle.”
“Yes, Jack.”
He panted as he continued to move, watching his thick cock disappear between her white cheeks. An erotic scene he couldn’t look away from. He finally seated himself deep, aware she had to be hurting. But the heat all around him felt psychically charged, and he knew she’d done something to ease the sting.
“You okay?” he rasped, wanting badly to pull out.
“Yes. I want you. Come inside me.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Jack eased out then slid back inside. He thrust slowly, watching himself join the only woman he’d ever truly loved.
Then he reached beneath her to finger her clit, pleased to find the small nub hard and wet. “You’re gonna come with me, aren’t you?” he whispered. “You like me up your ass, you dirty little girl.” His angelic lover moaned his name, breathless as she pleaded for him to take her, to love her.
“I do love you, Heather. So fucking much.” Jack continued to fuck her with slow, torturous strokes. When she shuddered and came hard, he was helpless to follow, squeezed by her body that wanted all of him.
He jerked and spurted, filling her up. And while they remained joined, he felt her layering his energy with love.
“You’re trespassing.” He sighed, high on the endorphins still rushing through his body. High on her. “Guess I’m going to have to fuck you all over again.”
“Oh please.” She wriggled around him. “I love you inside me.”
“And guess what? Since I can take any shape, we can do any number of fantasies you might have.” He felt her tense beneath him. “You want me to get bigger?”
“Not right now.” She clenched her ass, and he groaned.
“Maybe later, eh? Not to ruin the mood, but I guess I can tell your brother to leave, since I’ve got you covered. You’re flying home with me, woman. Oh, and I want you to marry me too.” He withdrew and found a towel to catch his seed spilling out of her. Once he’d cleaned them up, he flopped onto the bed and sighed.
“This is nice. Almost as nice as my bed. So are you moving in with me or what?”
She just stared at him, her mouth open, looking horrified.
He scowled. “What? I’m neat, I don’t snore, and you already said you love me. You can’t take it back.”
“I do love you, and yes, I’ll move in with you,” she said absently, her gaze on the closed bedroom door. She whispered, “Is my brother still here, do you think?” She was bright pink.
Filled with happiness and humor, Jack laughed so hard he cried.
She was hitting him, and when he didn’t stop laughing, she pinched his nipple.
“Ow.”
“Owen, my brother? Is he here?” she hissed.
“Oh wow. I like when you’re mean. You’re turning me on again. Time for that blowjob you owe me.”
“Jack…”
“Nah, he’s gone. I brought Ian along to keep him company while I wooed you.”
She sighed with relief. “Ian?”
“Yeah. Your brother agreed to help me with you only if I promised to lend him Ian for the next month or so. Apparently Owen has some work he wants Ian to do for him, and considering Ian’s talent lies in forging, I didn’t ask too many questions.”
HEATHER SIGHED AND rolled on top of Jack. “Sounds good to me.” She leaned close to smell him, loving the scent of his body mixed with hers. “I love you so much. If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up.”
“Me too. God, I missed you. You pulled my heart out when you left Bend. But according to my guys at the gym, I never really had one to begin with. Kitty’s not too happy with you, by the way.”
She tugged on a smattering of chest hair and felt him wince. “How close are you and Kitty, anyway?” She leaned up to see him grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“Are you jealous?” He sounded amazed.
“Answer the question.”
He nodded. “You’re jealous. Holy shit. Ow. Stop pulling. Kitty and I are as close as I’ve ever been with a woman still living. We work together, and I like and trust her. But I love you. If it eases your mind, I’ve known Kitty for years and never once thought about doing her.” He paused. “Okay, maybe once, when I first met her. She’s hot, but she’s a coworker.” His face darkened. “After Melissa, it was all about the job. That I trust Kitty says something. She’s like a sister to me. Oh, and her fiancée is as big and possessive as I am. Happy now?”
“A little.” She eased back over him, still watching but pleased to know she wouldn’t have to work to get rid of the competition.
“I’m a one-woman man, baby. And when I bring you back, all smiles, the team is gonna think you’re a witch. I’m not happy without you. And I’m nothing without you in my life.” He cleared his throat, his eyes more blue than gray and filled with hope. “So you love me, and you’re moving in. You going to marry me or what?”
“I’m thinking about it.” She pretended to mull it over in her mind.
He looked pained. “I’m not rich like you, but I have money. I can take care of you. And I don’t care about you healing people, though if you’re going out of country or to any place dangerous, I’m going to want to be with you.” Still she said nothing, and he hurriedly added, “I like your brother.”
“Enough, already. I guess I’ll marry you.” She squealed when he rolled her over and tickled her. Between bouts of laughter, she kissed him until both of them were out of breath and raring to go again.
“Shower. Blowjob you owe me, then I’m eating you until you scream,” he insisted and jumped off the bed. He threw her over his shoulder and carried her like a caveman into the bathroom. “I love you, Heather. Ring’s in my pocket, by the way. Owen assured me it would fit you. So that’s it. No going back now, you got that?”
She smiled and patted him on his tight, gorgeous ass. “Yes, Jack.” I love you.
Owen smiled at the thought of his sister wrapping mean Jack Keiser around her finger. The guy had been fixated on her picture from the first, and Owen couldn’t have asked for a better man to take care of his family when he was gone.
The time had come to deal with matters he’d been ignoring for far too long. The last attempt on his life had been expected. Though the others thought Linda Cavendish had been possessed by a cursed statue, Owen knew the truth. Kerr had sicced her on Owen in the first place. The bastard had been carefully crafting Owen’s demise for years, but since the Feds had nearly caught him, Carl Kerr had stepped up his timetable.
If Owen didn’t do something soon, he’d be one step behind Kerr when it mattered most.
“Hey, handsome, we about finished here?” Ian Ryder, Jack’s assistant at the gym, a known forger and con artist, glared at him as they sat in a posh bar overlooking the Inner Harbor. Ian wasn’t pleased to be sitting around while Heather and Jack reacquainted themselves. The slender male was no doubt itching to get into mischief while near a famous art collection on display at a gallery downtown, just a block away.
Ian continued complaining in a sulky voice. “I mean, I know Jack’s been a huge pain in the ass, but now that he’s found love, can we get back to Oregon?” He made a face at the harbor. “I hate water. Hell, can I at least have some time to myself? Since leaving Bend, we’ve been practically joined at the hip,” he muttered. And I want a shot at stealing some of the Winter’s Collection on showcase, went unsaid.