Wicked Surrender (6 page)

She climbed up his big body, running her hands up his chest. He was perfect. Hard, flat stomach with a dusting of dark hair
that started at
his stomach
and stopped
at
his chest.

Moaning she climbed over his cock and pressed him to her center.

“No, baby. God, we
shouldn’t do this. You’re drunk
.” Vera threw back her head and laughed, the sound dark and husky and not all human.

“Jacks, your cock is so hard you could come in a few hard strokes. Don’t tell me we shouldn’t do this.” Jacks grabbed her hips in a hard grip, fingers biting into
her
soft flesh. Vera loved the strength in him, her beast relished in his power.

Human, he’s only human. She gulped and tried to ease herself down, but
his grip kept her from moving an inch
. Her wet, hot core teased the head of his cock like feathery touch, slipping along him.

“
More
please.” Short, gasping words from her arched throat. Fingers dug into
his
hard-muscled chest, clenching and releasing like claws.

He held her tighter, his arms faintly
trembling
with
the
effort
to hold her. Vera looked down at him, saw the pained expression on his
face,
and
softened
.
Leaning down to him
, she gently kissed his mouth, his chin, his neck.

“I want you, Jackson.” She ran her hand through his short, coffee-colored hair.
She didn’t know where it came from, but the next words out of her m
outh weren’t a game or pretense
but came from her heart. “I’ve never wanted anything so badly. You drive me wild.”

Jacks groaned, a deep rumble
from his chest, and then slowly, steadily, inch-by-inch lowered her onto his cock. Vera gasped at the hot, wide press of him, and grabbed hard onto his shoulders as he entered her. Another inch, than another, squeezing hard past her unused muscles, until finally with a hard shove, he filled her completely.

“
F
uck. You feel so good, baby,” he said
deliriously
. His hands
reached
to cup her bottom.

“Jacks, Jacks,” she chanted,
and then
they were both moving together. Slow at first, then faster she bobbed on top of him, her pussy swallowing his hard cock again and again. He stretched her so far, filled her so full, it was unlike anything she’d ever felt.

She was going to fall apart. He push
ed
inside
,
shoved her closer and closer to release. She panted into his ear, lick
ed around the shell of it
until he was driving into her faster, harder.

The bed shook and slammed into the wall wi
th his driving thrusts. His gripped
returned to her hips to push her into hi
m
in perfect harmony. His thigh muscles clenched and released under hers, working
so hard to please her
.

“Come, baby. I n
eed to feel it,” he grunted hot breaths panting against her cheek.

Her cries escalated as her inner walls rippled, milking his cock. Her hips spasmed, thighs
quaking
and
seizing
as she fell
over
into the abyss.

“Oh, God, that’s it baby. Come hard. Oh
f
uck.
” His cock felt like it was being milked and sucked at the same time. He drove himself into her, letting her orgasm
flex over
his cock. Oh, damn, but he was gone. Couldn’t believe he’d lasted this long inside her. Perfect didn’t begin to describe her.

He fucked her tightening muscles harder, faster,
and then
slammed in one last time as his balls drew up and his seed blasted from his cock like a
rocket.
He wrapped his arms around her waist,
trapping her to him as he emptied
his balls into her.

Gasping, his mind reeling, his body still spinning somewhere high in the sky, Vera pushed him aside and slid to a stand. It took him several blinks to realize that she was leaving him so quickly after sex and was already getting dressed.

He opened his mouth to order her back to bed, but then he caught a glimpse of her
guarded eyes
and stopped himself.
She looked haunted, sad even. How could she manage to feel like that after such amazing sex?

Whatever was going on in her head, one thing Jacks knew for sure, he was going to find out what it was.

Chapter Five

Her brother Darien used to tell her to never begin a new day with yesterday’s shit. Vera snorted as she pulled on her shoes. While Darien may not always be eloquent, he was usually right--even in his own strange
philosophical
way.

Slipping on a denim skirt, some flats, and
a
black top, Vera frowned. Darien hadn’t talked to her since the accident with his
woman
.
Even no
w he was on a Journey
, could be in danger, and none of them would know about it. She’d do anything to ease her brother’s suffering, if only she knew how. She’d face the loss of a loved one too, but in a different way than Darien. Her love didn’t die, just didn’t want her anymore.

She took a deep, calming breath and shoved that thought aside since the love in question was in this very house.

A new day equals new shit. So today she was strapping back on her usual grin and was going to act like an adult around Jacks. She couldn’t ignore the fact that she’d had sex with him yesterday, and she
couldn’t
ignore that she
desperately
wanted to do it again, so much so that her body was already preparing itself for him, softening.

Bodies were so unreliable.

In the heat of the moment when you needed strength, it e
luded you.
W
hen
you wanted to resist
something,
it
taunts
you, and when you don’t want to love someone--it says fuck you, and does it anyways. Then it shoves you with the rest of your bleeding heart in a torn package
while wearing
nasty smile.

Happy thoughts, new day. Going to act like a mature adult.
             
             

Speaking of sexy,
err
, mature adults, Vera peaked under her lashes and saw the dark figure of her thoughts staring out the window. Whatever was on the outside
that
he was glaring at she felt sorry for it. His arms were crossed over his big, hard chest, stretching his white t-shirt until she could see
his
tan skin through it. He wore jeans instead of his
usual
cargos and they
hung
slow and tight on his hips.

She tried to look at him and not remember last night, but it was like being hit with a car and sitting in the hospital room the next day
…while
in a full body cast swearing it never happened. She wasn’t that crazy. The sex between them had been intense, boiling hot, and her body was ready for a repeat experiment.

Not gonna happen, she told it. Her
sex
pouted in disappointment.

If there was one thing she couldn’t lie about though it was that she’d never had sex
that felt
like that. She’d been so hungry for
him;
it reminded her of her breeding cycle. Except she wasn’t breeding
. Yet she’d
wanted him
with the same desperation as if she were
.
She still wanted him
with a fervor that
sent a flicker of unease skirting through her.

No, no, it couldn’t be.

Quickly burying the thought, she headed to the door and called out, “I want to go for a walk before the next meeting. You coming or--” Her words trailed off to a whisper as he turned to look at her. Her mouth dried up at the searing heat in his gaze. His blue eyes were darker than the sky at midnight--the same color they’d been when he was deep inside her last ni
ght. His arms fell to his sides; big hands that curled into even bigger fists
.

She swallowed twice before her eyes fell down over his hard chest, remembering the hard, f
irm feel of him under her hands
was sweet punishment
. Then her eyes trailed down
to
his
jeans where his cock filled out hard beneath his zipper.

“Do you see something you like?”

Hell yes.

Clearing her dirt dry throat she croaked, “Not really. I just really want to go for a walk.” She sounded
desperate
, even to her own ears.

He strode towards her with the hard, long steps of a general marching on the war front. She tried to
side step
him, but he grabbed her hips, thrust her into the wall, and crowded her with his body. Her body flushed with warm, delicious heat, softening just for him. His cock was a blatant reminder against her stomach.

Lips, kissing the corner of her mouth, across her flushed cheek, to the corner of her ear. Then he
whispered
dark and dangerous, “I think you like me, baby. I think you like me a lot. Your body’s on fire for me, I can feel. I can see it.”

She was shaking her head no, a ridiculous denial.
Why she was denying it, she wasn’t sure.
Except that what she’d done with him last night
was
a mistake.
Yet that incredible passion she felt then, she still felt. Her mind might be in a tug-o-war match over whether it was a mistake, or a huge mistake, but he
r
body was practically fist pumping the air
at his attention.

“No, eh?” He bent his knees and rubbed his cock along her pussy. Even through their
clothes,
it made Vera’s breath catch, her
sex
throb like a pulse. He pulled back to look down at her. This man was a soldier, a man who didn’t miss a thing. He caught her hooded eyes, her rapid pulse, her hard nipples in a split second.

His eyes fell on her lips like a predator assessing its prey. Her tongue darted out at his hungry expression.

His shoulders fell as if he just lost some great battle, then he growled a dark curse and took her mouth.

She was ready for his kiss, born ready, but it still didn’t make the impact of it any less devastating. He claimed her lips hard with
slick
tongue and
fiery
lips. Hands roaming down her curvy backside,
cupped her bottom
, possessing her with
his mere touch
.

All thoughts of why this wasn’t a good idea, of keeping the hard shield erected around her wilted away like a dying flower in
winter
. He consumed her with a dizzying passion that bordered on madness. Vera clung to him and exchanged every ounce of passionate energy with him. Her thighs
scissored
in need, ached to be wrapped around his hard hips.

The door shuddered beneath her back and Jacks pulled back on an ugly curse.

“You’ve got be fucking kidding me. This place is fucking rigged,” he growled and tore away from her.

Her hand shook as she opened the door
to whoever was knocking
. Dmetri was standing there with a feral scowl on his face. With his sense of smell and hearing, he hadn’t missed her and Jacks’ exchange. She grinned, well good. It was more than he deserved really.

“Can I help you...again, Dmetri? The meeting isn’t for another two hours.”

“Yes, I know. I wanted to see if you’d take a walk with me.” He sent a withering glare to Jacks who seemed
completely
unaffected by it.

Vera snorted. “You don’t go for walks, Dmetri. What do you really want?” He shifted on his feet, a subtle tell, but one she was familiar with. He was getting uncomfortable.

She looked
up into his handsome face, and for a moment, she almost wanted to cry. To break down and let it all out without a care for who saw her. This man had broken her heart into a million
irreparable
pieces.

“I wanted to talk.”

Vera’s smile faltered. Her heart
felt
like an anvil was sitting on it and her eyes watered. She quickly looked down and discreetly blinked them away, hoping like hell
that
he didn’t see that. She really needed to take a good sniff, but cou
ldn’t with these two men around
her--her old lover and her new one.