Five Alarm Lust (12 page)

“How dare you? I’ll just have to call your doctor, get you back on the meds.”

“Don’t waste your time. I refuse to go see Doctor Jacobs. You want meds, you take them. I won’t.”

“We’ll just see about that. Until then, try to behave yourself.” Barbara whirled to grab her coat, purse, and keys. Striding to the door, she paused, hand on the knob. “Oh, and you should avoid getting in vehicles with strange men. It’s the action of one who is less than a lady, and I won’t have your slutty behavior tarnishing my reputation.”

Gillian gaped at her as she slammed out of the apartment. Her mother’s words rang in her head long after the BMW had vanished from sight. What the hell had she meant by her statement? With a sudden chill, Gillian realized, Barbara had been spying on her. Tears threatened, but she refused to allow them to fall. Instead she inhaled a shaky breath and straightened. “No, I will not be cowed by her anymore.”

Sinking onto the nearest stool, she stared at the phone. Still, she didn’t reach for it. The only one she wanted to speak to was beyond her reach. She tucked her hands into her lap and let the anger build.

Doctor Reimer always said keeping contact with Mother would be okay, but not to allow her to kowtow me.
Would Doctor Reimer still think it a good idea to let her in my door if she knew just how bad this was getting? Probably not. I need to find a new place to live and get out from under her thumb. Gods above, I hate feeling like I’m ten. Maybe it’s time to tell Hillary the whole truth.

Chapter 12

The loud pulse of the jukebox filled the bar as Jack slipped behind the bouncers with a quick grin. People here knew him, perhaps too well, but it wasn’t a place he avoided just because he’d decided to grow up. He ignored the raucous beat and headed for the bar when he spotted Rick leaning against the polished oak.

“Hey, you’re not on duty are you?” Slapping the other man on the shoulder, he waved at the bartender who acknowledged him with a sly grin.

“Naw, off duty for the next four days.” Rick held up a beer. “You want one?”

“Sure. Molsens.” Jack grinned at the bartender who handed him a sweaty bottle. “So how goes it?”

“Good. How ’bout you? I hear you and Shelli split up. Sorry man, I know she was the kind of arm candy we all…”

“Yeah, it just wasn’t working out anymore.” Jack shrugged, heat suffusing his face at the reminder of his most recent lady. “It was time.”

Rick grunted, his bottle hanging from his fingers. “Yeah, you get some at Len’s wedding? Usually a few women you’d go for at a wedding.”

“It was a wedding. I went, I saw, I pitied Lenny, and I came home.” Jack grinned. “There were a few hotties there. Saw a couple who would have caught your attention. If nothing else, Barbara’s got good taste in bridesmaids.”

A voice from behind grabbed his attention. “Hey, if it isn’t the man himself. You were supposed to wait for me.”

Jack nodded at the bartender for another round and turned to grin at his co-worker, Dean Brady. “You’re supposed to be at work.” Jack pushed a beer at his co-worker. “Let me guess, you’re still not up to snuff?”

“No, the ankle isn’t quite healed up just yet. So how many women did you bag at the wedding? Two? Three? Ten? Maybe all at the same time. Damn, man, what I wouldn’t give to suffer from your affliction.” Laughing, Dean took a swig of his drink.

“Yeah, he’s not picky at all.” Rick guffawed. “Willing to bang anything that meets his requirements: female, two legs, and breathing.”

“Don’t forget big tits.” Dean roared. “Ain’t seen one woman you’ve ever had with small boobs. Must make up for being loose.”

“Money can buy many things. Maybe his girls all keep it tight down there…”

“Shut up.”

“Now, now, Jack, my boy.” Rick clapped him on the shoulder. “You have to admit your taste in women is pretty good. Well, except for that one you had dinner with the other night. Still, the wedding is optimal hunting grounds. All those lonely single women looking for love.”

“It was a wedding,” Jack muttered into his beer. He rolled his shoulders, uncomfortable with his friends’ teasing. Memories of Gillian’s open responses, her untutored skill, flashed through his head. “And I don’t—”

“Darlin’, I’m so sorry I didn’t get to go to the wedding. We could have had some fun.” White-tipped nails curled over his bicep as he straightened. Tall, beautiful Shelli licked the glistening red of her lips. She smiled, her fingers plucking at the chain at her throat, drawing attention to the ample cleavage peeking out from beneath her tight, red T-shirt.

He glanced down as her nails drew tiny hearts along his arm. “I’m not.” Jack pushed her hand away and smiled. “I meant it, Shelli. I’m not interested in what you’re offering. Why don’t you go see Greg or one of the other boys you play with? I’ve got bigger fish to fry.”

“Oh, hon, you’ll be back.” She pushed her breasts into his arm, her hand trailing down his chest. “You need a woman who can satisfy you, and I know every button you’ve got.”

“Not as well as you like to think.” Jack caught her wrist before she could cup his embarrassingly unaffected groin. He sighed. Whatever she’d stirred in him before was gone. Her touch left him cold. “Now, if you don’t mind?”

With mixed emotions, he watched her stomp off. Cold, cruel, he’d gotten more than one glimpse of her intolerance for those beneath her. It was one of the reasons they’d split, but it hadn’t been the biggest.

“Wow, you sick or something?” Dean whistled. “I’d have thought you’d be tapping that.”

“Been there, done that, and I’d have to say he ain’t going back.” Rick eyed him with a confused, assessing look before he slid another beer into his hands. “Drink up, my boy, you can tell us all why you didn’t get caught up in the hype of a wedding and have sex in weird places.”

Jack laughed. “Weird places? What on earth are you talking about?”

“Everyone knows people at weddings have sex in the bathroom, in closets. I’ve even heard of people having sex under the tables.” Dean pointed a finger at him. “So where did you get laid and with who? Come on, we want details.”

“None of your business.” Jack shook his head, his voice curt, angry. “My private life is just that, private. You want to have details on sex, get laid.”

“Yep, he’s sick.” Jack groaned at Rick’s statement. Ignoring the teasing from the other two men, he studied the crowd. Men and women gyrated on the dance floor—skimpily dressed women flaunted their breasts, wiggling their asses. The scene left him cold as he drained his beer and ordered another. As confusing as being with Gillian was, it just felt right. He wasn’t about to give it up, no matter how his friends talked.

* * * *

Jack groaned as he eyed the clouds rolling in. He could hear the radio playing a soft tune in the background. The muted sounds filled his bedroom, the song comforting—reminding him of the loving home he’d grown up in. Absently, his thumb traced over his cell phone. The number burned into his mind. Gillian’s tentative smile as she gave it to him enough to make him burn to take her.

He set the phone on the nightstand and rose. He pealed layer after layer off until he was naked and then slid beneath the cool sheets of his bed. His pillow felt the brunt of his frustration as he punched it before flopping back. Why couldn’t he get her out of his head? She was everything he had always avoided. But there was something about her he just couldn’t shake off. What surprised him was he didn’t want to pass her off as some trophy.

Whispering a soft good night, he closed his eyes, tugging the thin blankets up over his bare chest. He snuggled deeper into the bed, his mind racing with thoughts.

Satin scarves drift through his fingers, wrapping around his wrists. The scarlet stands out against the pale alabaster of her flesh. Sweat beads in the dips and hollows of her body.

“Please.” Whimpers of need fill the air. The flickering dance of candles casts a pale glow over the room, over her flesh. Ragged breaths ghost over his neck, her hands held in place with one of his, her body undulating beneath him.

“Please what?”

“Touch me.” She sobs with need, her heel drags up his calf, her fingers clenching and unclenching against his fist. Her dark eyes hold desperation, lust, fire. He shudders when she arches upward, the soft curls between her legs brushing against his balls. His fingers trail a path down her body and he jerks at the moist heat he encounters. Swollen folds open like a rosebud beneath his touch. A languid push and her flesh yields to him, his finger sliding into her slick heat with ease.

“God, yes, more, Jack. More.”

“What do you want, baby, tell me?” He nips at her belly, relishing each contraction of muscle, each moan.

“Another finger, I want to feel you deep within me. I want to feel as though it’s your cock in me. I want to be fucked!”

“Good girl,” Jack grunts, sliding another finger into her moist depths. He gasps when she tightens around his fingers, a rush of moisture dampening his hand. Glancing up, he watches Gillian. Her head thrown back, mouth open on a soundless cry. Eyes squeeze shut, her nails digging into the back of his hand.

The sight of her coming undone is enough to stir his already aching cock. With a groan he slips his fingers free of her core and toward his lips so he can lick the sweetness off. His fingers loosen, releasing her hands. Instantly, he grunts. She clutches at his shoulders, her legs wrapping around him as she pushes.

He finds himself on his back and stares into her dark gaze.

“You wanna be on top?” Lying back, he hopes she doesn’t pick up on the agony spearing his body from his throbbing cock. He wants her. Wants to be buried so deep she can’t retreat.

“I wanna play,” Gillian whispers in his ear, her teeth catching the lobe and nibbling on it for a second before she slides down his body. Her fingers trail through the hair on his chest, nails scraping over his nipples. Each slow glide enough to drive him closer and closer to the brink.

He grits his teeth and inhales sharply when her tongue darts out to lick along the lines of his pectoral muscles. Hot, wet, her mouth drifts over his skin, her tongue swirling and teasing. Each movement pushes him closer to ejaculation. Grabbing for her, he groans when she catches his hands.

“Nuh-uh,” Gillian laughs. “It’s my turn.”

Jack moans at the first soft lick of her tongue over the engorged head of his dick. She cups him, her fingers tightening and releasing. Her tongue slides up and down, the coolness of her breath drawing shivers up his spine. “Damn, baby, you have to…”

“Shh,” Gillian whispers against his cock, her lips teasing him. “I have to do nothing. Come on, you know you want it. Tell me what you want, Jack, hmm? Do you want me to take this huge, delicious cock and swallow it? Want to feel the back of my throat with it? I bet you want me to suck on it. Isn’t that right?”

“Baby, Gilli, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

Gillian offers him a naughty smile, her lips turning up at the corners as she bends her head. She keeps his gaze and slides the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling under it. He lurches upward when her tongue slips into the slit at the top, flicking at the opening with languid movements before flattening out to lick it.

“Mm, just like a lollipop, honey. So sweet and sexy, delicious.”

His body burning, Jack digs his heels into the bed as she slides her head down on his shaft. Her lips wrap tight around him, tongue laving him.

“I’m gonna come soon.” Jack whimpers, his fingers pulling at the sheets. “Jesus, baby, I don’t wanna come in your mouth, I wanna…” His breath catches when she pauses, her nose burying in the hairs of his groin. Swallowing, his eyes locked on hers, he shudders when she moans, the vibrations enough to send bolts of white-hot heat through him. He clutches at her and throws his head back, his strangled scream filling the silence.

Again and again, the wash of his semen flooding her mouth rip through him. Gasping, his heart racing, he wallows in the pleasure, in the warm heat of her mouth as she swallows again and again.

Jack jerked, his eyes flying open. Moonlight spilled across the carpeted floor. He could hear the tick-tock of a clock in the distance and swore. Tiny ripples of pleasure coursed over him, the memory of his dream vivid, bright in his mind. His hand shaky, he scratched it down his body and grimaced at the wet spot in his briefs. Kicking off the covers, he rose, stripped to the skin, and padded naked to the window. His forehead pressed into the cool glass, he stood in silence, his eyes closed. The need to see her stronger than anything he’d ever known before.

Chapter 13

After weeks of supervised visits, she stood in the small, non-descript cabin furnished with the basics, but nothing extraordinary. Barbara rubbed her hand across the bedspread and shuddered with revulsion. Beyond the window she noted the bars, the high fence, and two uniformed officers who escorted the man she’d come to visit.

A slow, cruel smile twisted her face as she listened to the male voices beyond the door of the conjugal house. The guards wouldn’t come in, and she wasn’t going outside. That meant she had Michael to herself for the next three hours. She intended to use the time to get what she wanted.

“Well, well, well,” Mike drawled as he closed the door. He rubbed his wrists and stalked toward her. “What have we here? Didn’t know they approved you to visit. Just said I had…”

“Really, darling, do you want to spend the time talking?” Barbara inhaled, her fingers plucking a button loose. “Or doing something much more interesting?”

“You always were a horny bitch.” He ripped at his jumper and leaned forward, his mouth crashing into hers.

Barbara curled her arms around his neck, her legs coming up to embrace his hips. What a woman had to do to get what she wanted.

Slowly, the shadows stretched along the floor and Barbara glanced at the small clock behind wire on the wall and sighed. She had to go in a few minutes. Trailing a finger down Mike’s chest, she pressed a kiss to his pectoral muscle. “Baby, I have to get out of here soon.”