Hostage (Predators MC #3) (26 page)

“I didn’t mean tonight. I can’t believe you weren’t afraid of me, the Predators, or Hennessy and his men, but I mention marriage, and you’re ready to run screaming from the room.”

“Marriage scares me,” Penni confessed. “I’ve had this weird fear since I was younger that I would end up being one of those women who have multiple marriages. I have an uncle who has been married five times and an aunt who’s been married six.”

“How many times have your parents been married?”

“My mother was married to Shade’s father and then my dad.”

“Have you met Shade’s father?”

“Yes, and I like him a lot. My mother was just tired of being alone. He served overseas and wasn’t ready to retire. He spent a couple of vacations with Shade when he remarried and retired.”

Talking had her relaxing back on the bed, becoming aware that he was stroking the pulse on her throat with his thumb.

“You’re only going to get married once … to me. But I can wait until you’re ready.”

“As long as you understand that it is going to be a looong time before I’m ready.” She looked down her body to stare at Jackal. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to make love to you.”

“Oh … That feels good.” Her head fell back to the pillow.

The muscles in her pussy were already in need, wanting him to fill the ache that had begun when she had seen the full view of his naked body.

Jackal circled her nipple with his tongue, making it pebble in arousal. He put his hand between her legs, playing with her pussy as if they had all the time in the world.

“Mmm, that feels really good, but I only bought the room for an hour.” She circled her hips, raising them and trying to hurry him along.

“I’ll pay him for the rest of the night.”

“That’ll be expensive!”

“It’s my treat,” Jackal grunted, moving toward her other nipple.

Penni’s eyes started to roll back in her head, but her eyes were held by the image above her. A mirror above gave a view of Jackal. His ass was magnificent, his skin tan, and his muscles coiled as he moved. She could climax from looking at his body.

He moved to the side, rubbing his cock between the folds of her pussy. Penni couldn’t see the balls of the piercings she had seen when she had given him a blowjob, but she could feel them against her skin, giving her friction that had her ready to jump into the unknown pit of desire where she was afraid she wouldn’t find an opening to reach air ever again.

“Jackal …” She bit her lip when she felt him enter her.

“Babe, it’s going to be all right.”

“Maybe you should take a couple of those balls off.”

“Babe, trust me; you’re going to beg me to get more.”

Where would he put them? They already traveled the length of his dick.

Penni’s curiosity disappeared when he tried to put his cock in her pussy.

“It’s not going to fit.” Penni began to panic, slapping his back when he began to laugh.

“You had a rubber dick in your nightstand, and you’re worried about how big my dick is?”

“I told you I never used it.”

Penni trembled as he worked his dick into her. Sweat dripped down the side of his face. He looked like he was in more pain than she was.

“Woman, you’re tight …” Jackal raised himself, bracing a hand beside her head. “Sweet Jesus … You feel good.”

Penni circled her hips, trying to make him move faster. His slow movements were sending shockwaves throughout her until it was everything she could do not to scream.

Their playing around fell away as the intensity built between them. Instinctively, she rocked her pussy as he thrust inside of her. Pleasure enveloped her as she sank to the bottom of the pit of fire.

Penni shut her eyes, afraid Jackal would see the emotions rolling through her body.

“Open your eyes.” Relentless, he moved harder and faster inside of her. He then tugged her hair until she opened her eyes. “Watch.”

Penni gripped his shoulders, unconsciously digging her nails into his flesh. Trying to hold on to him was the only way out of pit that was consuming her.

She screamed and heard Jackal murmur something, but she couldn’t make out his words. Her climax was so close she could only writhe with each of his strokes.

“Penni …” He was calling her name, each syllable leaving a mark on her heart. “Penni!” he shouted, grinding his cock so high into her that she shattered into a million pieces.

She wasn’t aware she was crying until Jackal shifted to his side, brushing her tears away.

“Babe, did I hurt you?”

Penni shook her head. “You’re not going to give it back, are you?”

The ruthless man that Ice had made his enforcer knew what she meant. “No, I’m not giving it back. It’s mine.”

“
T
hink I can make it
?” Penni leaned over the pool table, lining up her shot. Her tight jeans had more than one of the Predators sauntering over to watch the game taking place.

Jackal leaned on his pool cue, appreciating the sight of her ass bent over the table.

“Take your time,” Stump said appreciatively, sitting on a bar stool that he had pulled over to watch.

Jackal gave him a warning glare as she made her shot.

Penni gave a loud whoop, casting him a gloating smile. “You owe me a beer.”

After setting his pool cue on the table, he put an arm around her shoulders before leading her to the bar.

The brothers were gathered, making it hard for them to find a spot.

“You’ve eaten enough of those brownies she made. Move.” Jackal let Penni have the last stool at the end of the bar. He reached for the platter, seeing Buzzard maneuvering it toward him.

“That wasn’t nice,” Penni reprimanded him for making Buzzard move, giving her sweet smile to the meanest brother in the club. “You should be more polite, like Buzzard. See? He saved the brownies so you can have one.”

“Buzzard? Polite? Shit, how do you think he got his nickname?”

Penni reached out and took one of the brownies, breaking it in half. She gave him the other half. “Why?”

“Because he would eat the beak or the feet of a chicken if he was drunk enough.”

Buzzard nodded proudly, as if he were honored.

Penni’s eyes narrowed on Buzzard in interest. “I’ve wondered how they taste. I’ve seen them prepared on cooking shows, but I’ve never been brave enough to eat them myself.”

“They taste like fucking chicken.”

Jackal shoved himself in the spot between the two.

Penni gave him a baleful look. “You have no sense of humor.” She reached past him to take another brownie, giving the whole thing to him this time.

“Are you trying to get me high?”

“Will it put you in a better mood?”

“Babe, if you want to put me in a better mood, let’s go to my room.” Jackal gazed at the cleavage exposed by her blouse.

Penni lowered her lashes. “You don’t want a rematch?”

Jackal popped the brownie in his mouth. “Rave, give me that bottle of rum.” Taking the bottle in his hand, he spun Penni off the stool, steering her through the throng of brothers and bitches hanging around.

“Why do you want to go to your room so early? It’s only ten.”

“I’m not spending my whole night off with the brothers when I can spend it fucking you.”

Penni took a step backward after he closed the door.

He didn’t bother with the lamp; he could see her well enough from the light left on in his bathroom.

She loosened the ties at her throat, showing the lacy peach bra that had teased him throughout the night.

“Haven’t you had enough of me yet?” she teased him, taking off her top and letting it slip through her fingers.

In the two months they had been together, Jackal had discovered Penni wasn’t shy. She enjoyed sex as much he did. She could play shy, but then she turned into a vixen without blinking an eye. She could flirt one day then be standoffish the next day, making him work to get her in bed. She had crumbled any preconceived beliefs he’d had about women. When Penni had made her mind up that she wanted him, there had been no half-measures; she had given herself fully and expected the same from him. But his favorite act was what she was doing now: baiting him, showing the sexy attitude that could bring him to his knees.

She took her time wiggling out of her jeans before bending over to show her breasts that were almost spilling out of her bra.

“Not yet.” He huskily groaned when she walked to the new bed he had bought last month.

She had refused to sleep over until he had bought it, joking that his old one had cooties. Jackal hadn’t wanted her to be reminded of the other women he had been with when he was fucking her. Therefore, he had paid for the bed, but Penni had picked it out. It was fancy for his taste, but she had insisted, so he had given in.

Ice had laughingly said Penni had him by the balls, and he’d admitted she did, especially when she gave a performance the way she was now, gripping the metal post at the corner of the bed.

“Are you hard?”

“You want me to show you?”

“God, yes.” She licked her bottom lip.

Jackal set down the bottle of rum on his nightstand before turning on the lamp. Then, removing his clothes, he stepped over them, reaching for her.

The tsk-tsking sound had him clenching his hands to keep from jerking her to him. Penni crouched down by the bed, giving Jackal a view of the peach panties covering her pussy.

“Who gave you that move?” he asked.

“Sherri. You like it?”

“Yeah. She give you any other pointers?” Jackal’s hand went to his dick, rubbing his thumb over the head.

Penni pranced forward before dropping down in front of him. Brushing his hand out of the way, she circled the head of his cock with her mouth. As she twirled her tongue over him, unbelievable pleasure tore at his restraint.

She flicked her tongue down the length of his cock, gently taking each of the nine balls along his dick into her mouth before releasing it.

“Careful.”

“Don’t you trust me?” She laid the side of her face on his pelvis, her hand sliding up and down him.

Jackal jutted out his hips, silently demanding for her to take him into her mouth. “If I didn’t trust you, you wouldn’t be so close to my dick.”

She chuckled, her golden curls dancing in the light from the lamp. Jackal used the opportunity to twine his fingers through her hair, holding her steady.

“Babe, you’re driving me crazy.”

“It’s supposed to be sexy.”

“Who told you that?”

“I read it in a magazine.”

“Can I borrow it when you leave on Monday?” Jackal was already resenting the two weeks she would be gone when Mouth2Mouth left for Canada.

“I’m going to bring you a big stack of magazines. They’ll keep you busy while I’m gone. Besides, you might learn a thing or two.”

“Like what?”

“Like, there are hundreds of ways we can have sex besides the two you like.”

“Babe, I like what I like.”

Penni fell to the floor, laughing. “I love when you joke around with me.”

Jackal sat down on the floor, leaning back against his bed. He grabbed one of her feet, slowly dragging her closer to him. She stared at him, startled.

“If you want something different, I can do different.” He took her other foot in his hand, pulling the lower half of her body up to his.

After dropping her feet, he gripped the lace of her panties, ripping them apart. Then he lifted Penni by her hips and placed her over his jutting dick, positioning her pussy where he wanted it.

Penni stared into his eyes as she sank down on him, her head falling back and her tits turning as peach as her bra when all of his cock was buried in her.

Giving her a minute, he caressed her back until she began sliding up then down on him. He let her fuck him at her own speed. She was so tight he couldn’t believe she could move at all.

He put his hand on her pussy, rolling his thumb over the bud of her clitoris, and Penni squirmed on him, her wetness surrounding him and making it easier for her to move on him.

Braced between his hands, he held her, urging her to move faster while taking a nipple in his mouth. He almost bit her when her muscles clenched on his dick.

“Woman, you need to quit reading so much.” Jackal raised his hips as he thrust higher into her.

Penni’s pleasure-filled expression showed she was affected as he was. She arched her back, moving faster, and Jackal’s balls tightened.

Spreading his legs, he shifted, lowering her to the floor, and then he was over her, relentlessly pumping his aching cock into her pussy.

When she began screaming, she flung her hand out, grabbing his T-shirt and biting it to muffle her screams.

Jackal wiped the sweat out of his eyes, waiting for her spasms to stop before he flipped her onto her stomach and started fucking her again. She began clawing the carpet, grabbing the T-shirt she had slipped off of him to bite it, stifling the moans she couldn’t hold back.

“Any more positions you want to try?” Jackal goaded, trying to hold back his loud groans.

She shook her head, unable to answer.

He paced his thrusts, using the head of his dick to hit different spots along the walls of her slick channel. When he found the spot he wanted, he butted against it rhythmically until even his T-shirt couldn’t muffle her screams.

Jackal stiffened over her, unable to hold back the release he knew would send her over the edge with him.

“I guess we need to turn on the music next time,” Jackal muttered, dropping down beside her on the carpet.

“I’m not leaving this room until everyone is gone.” The only part of her body she could move was her head, and she only turned that so she could glare at him.

He slid his hand down to cup the prettiest ass he had ever seen. “Believe me, your screams are nothing to be embarrassed about. I can do what Stump does and turn on a porno. He said it gives him inspiration.” Jackal rolled his front toward the ceiling. “It’s a good way to slip a bitch in your bedroom that you don’t want the brothers to know you’re fucking.”

Jackal knew he had said the wrong thing when she raised up to sit on the floor. He laid his head on the curled up shirt.

“Like you do when you slip in Henry’s girls?” Her face turned serious, calling him out on the lies he had told her.

“Yes.”

“Are you—”

“I haven’t fucked any of them since Hennessy kidnapped you. I don’t plan to as long as you keep me happy.”

Air was pushed out of his lungs when she sprang up to sit on his waist.

“I don’t think that’s funny!”

Jackal raised a hand to the nape of her neck, pulling her down to his mouth. “Who can’t take a joke now?”

“I can’t stand the thought of you with another woman.”

He teased the corner of her mouth. “Me, neither. You’ve turned me against wanting other women.”

“Quit teasing me. It’s not funny anymore.”

Jackal tangled his fingers in her hair. “Babe, I’m deadly serious. Why would I want second place when I can have the best?”

“Aw, you may have dug yourself out of the dog house.”

Jackal gave her a hungry kiss, as if he hadn’t just fucked her. “You ready to get a shower?”

Penni pinned his shoulders down. “Keep going. You’re not finished digging.”

* * *

J
ackal leaned
through the rolled down window to kiss Penni’s pouting mouth.

“You sure you don’t want to take me out to breakfast?”

“I can’t,” he told her. “I’m meeting someone in thirty minutes.”

“Okay, we can do it tomorrow.”

Jackal watched her drive away before going to his bike where Max and Fade were waiting, already sitting on their bikes.

“Let’s get this show over with.” Max started his motor. “I have an hour.”

“Why are you working on a Saturday, anyway?” Jackal straddled his bike, starting his own motor.

“Brother, you know how many kids I have, and they all need new shoes.” He grinned, backing up.

Jackal turned around, maneuvering his bike to take the lead with Max and Fade riding behind. It was ten minutes to the house that sat on the corner of a street where the residents were afraid to go out after dark.

Fade cut his motor. “Son of a bitch has bars on his window.”

Jackal parked his bike next to theirs. “He’s expecting me. I don’t know how many of his friends are going to be in there. You cool going in?”

“Hell, brother, I woke up to give an ass whooping; the more, the merrier.” Max kept his voice low as they walked up the driveway.

Once Jackal knocked on the door, it took several minutes for it to open. A pimply punk answered.

“Jackal?”

“Reefer?”

The dumbass straightened his shoulders when Jackal addressed him. Then the wannabe stepped back, letting Max, Fade, and Jackal inside.

Jackal surveyed the living room, seeing a coffee table covered in dirty dishes, and the couch was so filthy Penni would recoil in horror.

A muscled dipshit stood up, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to give the impression he could deal with the trouble that threatened his friend.

Jackal pointed at the door to the side of the room. Max nodded, going to the doorway, but the dipshit tried to block his path.

“If you want to buy my shit,” Max said, “I’m going to make sure there aren’t some friends waiting to shake me down. If he doesn’t move, I’m out of here.”

“It’s cool. Move, Keg,” Reefer said.

Max walked into the other room. The men stayed silent as Max went through the other rooms before coming back to stand by the kitchen door.

“No one else is here besides them.”

“Can we speed this up? My mom’s coming by to clean my house.”

Jackal stared at the room in disdain. “Call her and tell her not to come for a couple of hours.”

“Why?” Reefer lost his punk-ass air, trying to take a step toward his backup.