Текст книги "Wicked Surrender"

Автор книги: T. A. Grey

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Chapter Eight

Vera awoke to wonderful, sexy sensations. She blinked her eyes and barely had time to register that Jacks was sucking her nipple into his mouth, when he growled, jerked her thighs open, then shoved into her.

Vera gasped at his rough passion, her hands flew to his shoulders, but he caught them with his own and held them above her as his hips slapped hard against her.

She was still warm and wet from the night before, from his semen still inside her. She gasped as tight pleasure built inside her with each quick shove. His eyes were foggy with sleep, his breaths fast and loud.

She tried to move her arms, but he growled at her, his teeth nipping at her shoulder. Something hot pooled inside her. She had no choice but to take what he was giving her. It must be her sleep-addled mind because she closed her eyes, let him hold her down, and take her body.

He moved quicker inside her, balls slapping against her, and then his quick pace grew jerky, his breathing heavy. She was so close, just a little more and she would...

He licked her pulse and bit down over her throat. Vera cried out as her orgasm spun out of control. Pleasure consumed her, so hard and intense that it bordered on pain. He held her down by her arms, her hands, and whipped his hips through her milking pussy until finally landing deep. He jerked against her, his hips twitching as his cock filled her with a deluge of cum.

When he was done, he extracted himself and sidled next to her. His hands came up to cup her cheek, gently caressing. She blinked and looked at him. His expression was unreadable. A mask that she yearned to yank off and see what he was really feeling.

He started to roll away, but she stopped him by rolling on top of him. He didn’t hesitate but wrapped his arms around her. Something was happening between them, and it may be one sided, but Vera recognized it as clearly as when it happened the first time. She was falling in love.

“Tell me about your family.” She rested her cheek on his shoulder and watched the emotions flicker across his face. Grimace, frustration, anger. Finally he looked down at her and seemed to come to some kind of conclusion.

“I was born and raised in northern Texas.”

“Ooh a cowboy at heart.”

He smirked. “Not so much. Not everyone who lives in Texas wears Stetson’s, owns a ranch, and rides horses. Nah, my dad was a cop and my mom a homemaker.”

“Are you an only child then?” He nodded, his eyes glazing over into a faraway look.

“Are your parents still together?” That faraway look died and became lethal.

“My dad died.”

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I didn’t mean to-”

His hand slid into her hair and cupped her head; he shook his head no. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. The day he croaked was a blessing.”

Heavy silence filled the room.

Vera’s fingers curled into his chest. She’d never seen him look so uncaring about something that must be painful.

“Feel free to tell me to shut up and mind my own business, but may I ask what happened?” Vera held her breath. She was so stupid. Falling for a human who made her heart race every time he was near was utterly stupid. It was even stupider though to try to learn more about him. She was digging her own painful grave and she knew it.

His eyes found hers and softened. “No, it’s fine. I know about your parents anyways. It’s only fair. Dad was a cop. His father before him and his before him was all cops. He wanted me to be a cop too, but there was no way I was going to be like him.” He laughed the sound cold as ice and bitter. She saw raw pain and anger on his face and wanted to soothe it all away.

“Monday through Friday was always the same. He’d come home from the job and start into the beer. By time we ate dinner, he was stumbling around the house. When the dishes were put away, he was angry. Same shit every day. Some nights were fine, you learned to be around him, to tip toe around conversations and say only the right things. Some nights weren’t so easy.

“One wrong word later and Mom was trying to deflect blows. I’d call the cops when I was young, but they were his friends. Hell some of them probably had the same problem, fuck if I know. When I was twelve, I started goading him to get him off my Mom. God, she’s so small you know. Kind of like you, and my dad was a big man. Anyways, when I turned fifteen we started exchanging blows. Sometimes it turned out good for me, sometimes not. When I was eighteen though, I left.”

Vera’s heart was crying in her chest, and hot tears pooled at her eyes. God she was turning into a weepy bitch. “You joined the military.” He nodded absently.

“I hated myself more for going.”

“Why? I would have gone away too.”

He was shaking his head, his eyes stark. “I left her there. Just left her with him.” There was no hiding the pain on his face. Vera couldn’t stop herself but climbed completely over him and held him tight, pressing kisses to his cheeks, his chin, his lips. She wanted desperately to wipe the look from his face. The look of a hurt young man, blaming himself for trying to find a way out. He didn’t touch her, his hands lying dead on the bed.

“He died the year I turned twenty-three. I left her with him for four years.”

“Oh baby.” Vera held him tighter, could feel his heart pounding over her own.

“I need to get up.” Vera let go and watched him leave the bed, feeling as though a piece of her just left too.

“I’m so sorry I brought it up. I didn’t mean...I didn’t mean for any of this. I just wanted to know about you. I-I’m sorry, Jacks.” He turned to face her, the look on his face passive and cold.

“Now you know why I’ve never gotten close to a woman. Because I’ll be just like him, and no woman deserves that, especially you, Vera.”

Vera’s heart turned cold. She heard the words leaving her mouth and a part of her couldn’t recall saying them. “But last night you said that...you said—”

“I said what, Vera? That I was angry that a vampire tried to use some kind of date rape sounding drug on you?”

This was all turning around way too quickly. She rushed on, feeling desperate. “No, that’s not what I meant. It’s just that you asked me about myself. I told you something I’ve never told anyone. I thought that...meant something. You said there was something between us, lumara.” He started jerking clothes. He didn’t look at her but she caught a glimpse of his face. It was the same hard face she’d seen when she first met him. Hard, unfeeling, alert.

He laughed. “Yeah I said there was something between us, then I fucked you, and when I woke up I fucked you again. Do you need me to say it? There’s sex between us, Vera. That’s all. Good hard fucking. And here I thought you weren’t the sentimental type. I suppose I’ll have to be the one to tell you this, baby, but just because a guy asks you one thing about yourself does not mean he’s ready to marry you.” He turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Vera choked back a sob and ran for the bathroom. She turned on the shower and jumped in, only then did she let the tears spill. Everything happened so fast. If only she hadn’t brought it up. She replayed what happened a hundred times until the water ran colder and colder.

When the water was cold enough to break goosebumps across her skin, she realized something. It was so obvious now that she hadn’t seen it before because of the instantaneous pain that had bloomed.

She got out of the shower, feeling much stronger, her head clearer. She pulled on her clothes and applied a light touch of mascara.

When she was done, she smiled at herself because she knew several things. That Jackson Marsh was trying very hard to push her away. She’d made him realize something very ugly after all. She also knew that Jackson Marsh cared about her. She hadn’t imagined the panic she saw in his face, and she was no longer fooled about the way he dismissed their conversation last night or their time together this morning.

If the man thought he could throw some ugly words in her face and she’d run scurrying back under the covers, then he obviously was an idiot. She paused with her hand an inch from the doorknob. It was either that or she was the idiot for pursuing a human man who could easily drop her heart and shatter it into a million pieces. If there was anything she was it wasn’t a coward.

She pulled open the door and found him standing across the hall. He stared above her head at some indiscriminate part of the wall. Vera grinned and launched herself at him, catching him with her arms and legs.

He cut a sharp look to her and she knew she’d moved to fast for him to see. His hands moved to her waist, whether to touch her or push her away she didn’t know. She looped her arms around his neck and pressed kisses over the perpetual stubble that always shaded his cheek. She kissed his chin, across his nose, the corner of his mouth. Slowly, the hands on her waist loosened their tight grip, became gentle, caressing.

“You don’t know what you’re doing.” She kissed a path along his ear before answering. “Yes I do.” He smelled so good, like rugged man, and he tasted even better.

“I’m not going to apologize for what I said, because I was right. I’ve never been in a relationship, Vera. Never. Don’t you get that? I’m glad you asked me about my past, because I can’t escape it. I’m just like him.”

Vera kissed him to shut up him. He let loose a feral growl and kissed her back, hard and wet.

“You’re forgetting to add a few things to your equation, lumara. One, that it isn’t your past that defines you but the choices you make now. Two, you are nothing like your father in that regard; and three, you could never beat me in a fight.”

His brief, choked laughter was like music to her ears. He titled his head back and stared up at the ceiling, and she wondered whether he realized that his hands were trailing gently up and down her back.

“Don’t forget that I’m not human.” His laughter died slowly and he looked down at her with warmth and something else. Hope was it? Or maybe her own stupid was heart was making her see what she wanted to see.

“What does ‘lumara’ mean? I’ve never heard the word before.” Heat rushed to Vera’s face, she ducked before he could see it. She hopped down and started down the hallway.

“Come on, we have to go. The meeting will begin soon.” Masculine laughter teased her ears, and then she was backed up against a hard male body. His dark scent filled her nostrils and she arched back into him. One big hand spread over her stomach, trapping her.

“We’re not going anywhere until you tell me what it means, baby. Tell me or I’ll put you on your knees right here and make you suck my cock.”

Vera choked in surprise...and excitement as images of doing just that flashed through her mind, wetted her pussy. She licked her lips, rubbing back against him. She found the rock hard length of his cock and ground her ass against him. His sharp intake of breath was more music to her ears. His fingers moved down, lifted her shirt an inch, then teased the soft skin inside her jeans. Her stomach hollowed to make room for his hand to dive further, touch her where she was crying honey and swollen.

“That’s hardly a threat,” she gasped, her voice sounding like she’d spent all night at a concert screaming. His hand, slowly, achingly, moved down until one finger touch the top of her pussy. Vera moaned and lifted her arms up and around his neck, her breasts arching out like an offering as her ass thrust back against him.

“Tell me, baby, and I’ll fill your ass with my cock tonight. I’ll lick your creamy pussy until you gush all over my mouth, then I’ll lick it up and make you come again while I fuck your pussy.” The tip of his finger prodded her clit gently, a bare touch. His other hand found a breast and cupped her, shaping her mound. She struggled between two worlds. One of pleasure, the other logic. His finger didn’t move any further, was a clear reminder that he wouldn’t let her come right now.

“Okay, I’ll tell you.” It was the hardest thing to say, especially since his hands left her body and turned her to face him. But her body wanted his promises more. Her pussy wept at being unfulfilled, but the images of him licking her there made her heart race.

“Lumara is a lykaen term. It means my beloved.” She didn’t look at him as she said it. She honestly hadn’t realized she’d spoken it until he asked her about it, but now that he knew, she felt a wave of insecurity fill her. She hadn’t even called Dmetri by the name.

Gentle fingers lifted her chin until she looked at him. His eyes held that same strange look in them that she couldn’t recognize before. What was that? She’d guessed hope before, but now it didn’t fit. She wished she could ask him, but she couldn’t be so revealing. She always too honest anyways.

He bent his head and kissed her. All thoughts fled but of his lips on hers. His kiss was gentle, coaxing yet demanding all at the same time. Everything she’d ever wanted.

“You guys might want to get to the meeting now. We have news about that deed.” Vera and Jacks looked down the hall to see Dmetri. He looked unhappy. Vera couldn’t stop the sickening feeling that roiled in her stomach. This was going to be bad.

Chapter Nine

A frigid, silent air was in the meeting room that hadn’t been there before. Brayden sat with a hard, unreadable look on his face. Ariss wore a small smile on her red lips, her guardian stood close behind her. Dmetri and Vera took their seats and for once Vera wished she could touch Jacks while this happened. Since when she needed a man’s strength for simple tasks, she wasn’t sure.

She knew what was going to happen. The deed was real, and they were going to take away the Kategan’s land. If they didn’t move off the land, then the pack would go to war with Ariss’ vampire clan.

Several guards came in the room—all vampires. They wore vacant expressions that gave nothing away. There were six of them and they stood back against the walls, looking straight ahead. In all her years coming with Vane to negotiate the treaties, she’d never seen guards in the room. This couldn’t be good.

She stood a little straighter in her chair and held her chin up high. She would deal with this proudly, like a Kategan.

When the old vampire Brayden spoke, everyone turned to listen to him, not because he was the only one talking, but because there was power in his voice that commanded everyone’s presence. The voice of a leader that shouted orders on the chaotic warfront.

“There have been some disturbing developments with regard to the deed presented by Ariss and her clan yesterday claiming a significant portion of Kategan land.”

Vera held her breath and wished he’d get on it with it, but he paused, his finger tapping on the yellow deed in front of him.

“I sent the deed to the Justicars yesterday who did an extensive background check into the legitimacy of the document. What they found was quite shocking.” Vera fought to control her breathing.

“As you can see they have returned the deed and their analysis of it.” He turned his head and looked straight at Vera. She felt her stomach hit the floor. “I have called in the guards today because I don’t want any problems.”

Vera was lightheaded, her stomach woozy, and she would have fallen out of her chair, but then Jacks’ hand touched her shoulder and the lightheaded feeling vanished like fog clearing. She didn’t look up at him or acknowledge his touch, but inside she said a prayer of thanks. His touch steadied her like nothing else could.

Brayden’s piercing gray eyes left hers and swung to Ariss. “Ariss of Master Claude’s clan of the Midwest, the Justicars have reviewed your deed and found it to be invalid.”

“What? That’s impossible!” Her smile quickly vanished into shock. She glanced around the room, at the guards, then back at Vera.

“The Justicars have found the document to be fraudulent, a forgery.”

“That’s wrong. They must test it again. Someone did something wrong.”

Brayden showed no response to her demand. “Ariss, as the liaison for Master Claude’s clan, I must detain you and your guardian for further questioning until your Master comes for you. Both you and Master Claude are under arrest for forgery and attempting to claim land that isn’t yours. The penalty and justice will be found and delivered by the Justicars and not here in this room. Men please arrest Ms. Ariss and her guardian.”

The guards around the room moved at once towards Ariss. Vera saw only a flash of movement then Ariss pulled a dagger out from her dress and slashed at the nearest guard, gutting him across the stomach, and then slashing across his juggler in another fast slice.

Her guardian attacked the next guard with his own knife and stabbed the blade deep into the guard’s neck until he screamed garbled noises. He extracted his knife by kicking the guard away, then both Ariss and her guardian leaped out the window in an explosion of glass.

The guards jumped out of the window after them. Vera tried to go to the window to see what was happening, but Jacks grabbed her and held her behind him.

Dmetri turned to Brayden. “I’ll tell the Justicars and put out an alert for Ariss and her guardian. They just added murder to their list of charges.” He stalked to the door, stopping at the doorway to look at Vera. “You might want to call Vane now and tell him what’s happening. If Ariss’ Master devised this whole plan then it was for a reason–land. I doubt he’ll want be willing to drop the plan either.”

Brayden gathered the documents in front of him with an easiness that bordered on bored. He looked down at the dead guards with a hard scowl.

“They were good men,” he said. A dark look lingered in his eyes when he turned back to her. “Kategan land is your land. Considering what happened today, we’ll finish the rest of the negotiations tomorrow. We’ll meet earlier since we still have a lot to cover. Then you’ll be free to go.” He stood and walked out the door.

“Why couldn’t they catch her?” The drop alone from the window had to be a good forty feet, though that wouldn’t faze a vampire.

Brayden paused to look back at the dead guards on the floor, sorrow in his eyes. “Ariss is strong and old, and her guardian is very strong. The best warrior in Claude’s clan, that’s why he sent him with her.” The old vampire turned and left.

Vera let Jacks guide her back to their room. She saw the change instantly in the mansion. Already more guards were lining the halls, roaming. With a loose fugitive out, she wasn’t surprised. Yet it was unnerving as hell. She was no coward though. Right about now she’d like to go one on one with that vampire bitch. From the threat of stealing her land to the killing of innocent men—Ariss needed to be put down.

The bedroom door shut behind her and she jumped, startled at the sound. A violent shiver stole over her. God she was so cold, when had the room grown so cold? She was happy that this had happened, that Kategan land was no longer in danger, but then why was she shaking so cold?

Jacks’ arms came around her, and then she realized she was shivering like she was sitting naked in the middle of a snowstorm.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay baby. I’ve got you.” There were too many thoughts running through her head. Part of her didn’t know what was happening, the other was telling her that she’d never seen someone murdered before. The last time she’d been around a dead body was at her parent’s funeral.

She lost herself in Jack’s embrace. She didn’t know how much time passed, but when her mind finally slowed to a normal speed, she blinked and saw that they were sitting in the chair by the warm fireplace. She hadn’t even known he’d moved. She lifted her face from where it was buried in his neck and saw the evidence of her tears in the wet cotton of his shirt.

“I’m so sorry.”

He chuckled at her and pulled her back into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Feeling better?” With his hands running delicious warm strokes up and down her back, it was hard not to. She nodded against him. But when the grisly images of the guard’s throat and stomach popped into her mind, she said the first thing that popped into her mind to get rid of it.

“Do you still talk to your mom?” The hands stroking her paused, then continued on their comforting journey. Vera let go of the breath she’d been holding with a soft whoosh.

“Yeah, I talk to her on the phone about once a week. I see her twice a year and send her cards on all the right days.” Vera giggled, picturing him in a Hallmark store picking out a sweet Mother’s Day card. Somehow it was hard to picture the human marine, who so deftly was sharpening his knife with a whetstone earlier sending his mom a pink, frilly card. Another giggled escaped her, and he squeezed her in warning. “Hey now, none of that. I do what I gotta do.”

“Of course you do,” she said when she had control over herself again. A sudden thought hit her and she pulled back and lifted the sleeve of his right arm. “I almost forgot. I’d seen a glimpse of it when we were...you know, but haven’t taken the time to really study it. Rome has the same tattoo, tell me the story,” she said wistfully.

“Ah, no, come on. You don’t want to hear this. It’s lame.” Vera gave him a quick kiss and pouted, blinking doe eyes at him. He grumbled something about damned women under his breath.

“I met Rome my second year in. We bumped into each other and got into a little bit of a fight.”

“I remember him telling me about that. You know, I gotta say I’ve never befriended a girl I just had a cat fight with.” He smirked at her and grabbed her hand, inspected each fingernail with a sharp eye.

“Baby, I don’t think these pretty hands have ever hurt someone in anger.” She winked saucily at him, but her heart tightened that he could see something so easily about her.

“Okay, so when did you guys decide to get a matching tattoo?”

“Well I guess we’d been friends for about a year and as per our usual Saturday we went into town, got shitfaced, and next thing you know we’re getting matching tattoos.” Vera slapped him playfully on the arm.

“Come on now, I know you’re hiding something. Tell me it all.” The corner of his mouth kicked up making him look younger, more relaxed.

“Well, mind you we were young and stupid, but we got the matching tattoo because...ah shit,” he looked away, his cheeks burning. “We were trying to impress some girls,” he said lamely.

Vera’s head shot back as laughter erupted from her. She couldn’t control it, it just kept coming. When she finally calmed, she was down to hiccupping chuckles. When her eyes met his deadpanned, serious gaze, she couldn’t stop herself and broke into another fit of furious giggles.

“That’s it.” She squealed and held on tight as he lifted her and carried her over to the bed. Her breath caught, the giggles dying, as a hot and delicious thrill swept through her. God she couldn’t remember the last time she felt so light, so happy with someone.

As he threw her on to the bed and glared at her with laughter in his eyes, she knew she loved him. Stupid, stupid, fool. This was the very last thing she’d expected to happen to her while on this trip. Yet she wasn’t surprised that it was Jackson Marsh who pushed her heart open so easily. From the first moment she met him, she’d noticed him. The only other man she’d noticed like that was Dmetri, but even then it was different. Meeting Jacks had made her hackles rise, she’d thought stupidly at the time it was because he was a human–and she just plain didn’t like humans much. Now she knew it was something so much scarier, so much better. She liked him. She really liked him.

He crawled over her, his strong hand cupping her cheek and playing with the fringe of her bangs. “What’s wrong, you look sad?”

“Nothing, I was just thinking.” She reached up and trailed her hands over his short hair. The short cut looked good on him, fit the fact that he was a marine perfectly. She had a sudden thought of him wearing his dress uniform and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. Damn the man was sexy.

“Now you’re thinking wicked things. Do you know how I can tell?”

“How?”

He trailed a finger over her bottom lip, his gaze hot and possessive. “Because you gnaw on your bottom lip right here when you get turned on. You do it when I pinch your sweet nipples, too. And your cheeks flush a pretty red. When you come your chest flushes too, right here,” he said stroking from tops of her breasts to her neck. “It’s beautiful. I could watch you come every damn day.”

Suddenly he stopped, a tic pulsing at his right eye and Vera realized he’d said something he hadn’t wanted to. His words had her shaking, panting below him, desperate for more. She didn’t want the sweet moment to end so she kissed his mouth until it softened against her.

“Tell me more,” she whispered. His eyes darkened.

“How about I show you?” She was still shaking her head yes, when he started pulling her clothes off her.

She wanted to forget all about what she saw and just let the relief of the matter with Ariss pass. Jacks’ touch was the perfect way to escape that reality.

His touch was gentle but possessive. He took off her shirt but stopped to reverently stroke her stomach, the creamy skin of her breast. Her jeans came off and he slid his big hands up her inner thighs, lighting a fire inside her as his fingers teased the edge of her panties before pulling away. Strong, loving, demanding touches all over her until he finally worked her thong down her thighs and off her ankles.

He stood back and simply gazed at her naked body, with that smoldering, dark look in his eyes. Vera felt like a goddess.

This time was different between them, already she could tell. There wasn’t that rushed urgency that had driven them before. Though she still felt the same intense passion searing between them that had been there since day one.

Her legs scissored as he continued to watch her. Even now, he took in all the details. Her hardened nipples, the blush in her face, her hands fisted in the cover, the scent of her wet sex filling the air. He closed his eyes for a minute as if in pain, then reached at the back of his neck and pulled his shirt over his head. The expanse of his chest was breathtaking and sexy as hell. His chest was hard with a dusking of hair that disappeared into his jeans.

Nibbling her lip, Vera watched him reach for his fly and open it. His movements seemed slower as he unbuttoned his jeans them achingly slow pushed them down inch by inch. Vera held her breath until finally, his cock popped free. A flood of creamy, hot heat spilled out of her at the sight.

“Come here.” Vera pulled her eyes away from his turgid cock to meet his eyes. He stepped back a foot from the bed and pointed to the floor. More delicious heat swam through her. Was he testing her issues with being controlled? Because she had news for him, she was falling in love–if he asked her to suck on his toes, she’d do so with relish.

Vera climbed off the bed and knelt before him. His cock bobbed in her face and she smelled his warm, masculine scent. She licked the tip and opened her mouth to take him in, but his hand wrapped in her hair and jerked her back.

He tilted his head at her in warning, then cupped her chin with his other hand. She allowed him to part her lips. He slid the head of his cock over her lips and darted her tongue out to taste him. The hand in her hair pulled back in another warning–not hard enough to hurt, just enough to tell her no.

“Open for me and take me deep.” Vera relaxed her jaw with a sudden eagerness to please him. He slid in, over her tongue and touched the back of her mouth. He pulled back on a groan as his cock rubbed through her soft lips, over her wet tongue.

The hand in her hair tightened, and then his thrusts were no longer gentle. He fucked her mouth like he had her pussy. Vera moaned and grasped at his powerful thighs. The muscles bunched and flexed hard as he worked himself inside her. She’d never felt anything like it. It was as though he craved doing this, needed to take her this way. And her body was responding with soft, wet acceptance that was shocking.

He moaned above her, his breaths coming heavy and short. She tasted the salt of precum and then he was fucking her faster, rocking against her, and pushing the head of his cock until she swallowed over it.

He swelled in her mouth, grew hotter, the thighs under her hands shook it the power of his release, and then he shoved in deep and hot, creamy cum filled her tongue and mouth.

“Swallow it all,” he said hoarsely, watching her with glossy, possessive eyes.

She was thorough and cleaned off every last drop of seed . He popped free of her mouth, and then he grabbed her by the waist and threw her back onto the bed. She was a full of arousal, a hard empty ache that bore a dark hole inside her. She certain if he thrust once into her she’d fall apart in the greatest orgasm of her life.

He stood at the edge of the bed and ran his hands over her legs again and again. Each time he reached higher and higher. She didn’t know if it was his touch or the way his eyes claimed her that made her mad with lust.

His hands left her, only to be replaced by his mouth at her knee. Soft, wet kisses against the back of her knee, on the top of it, then up each side of her inner thighs. Closer and closer to where she wanted his mouth until her hips were rising and falling off the bed like a wave.

The first touch of his tongue against her was like pure ecstasy. But too quickly it was gone and he was back to kissing her thighs, stroking her legs. A feral growl rose up in her throat. Her beast was stalking around in its cage, its tail lashing out at the metal. When she looked down at him, she knew her eyes glowed.

He met her gaze, a sensual promise in his eyes. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make you come. Then I’m going to have your ass.” # # #

Jackson wasn’t a man who took a job lightly. And Vera had never been so grateful for something in her life.

He settled between her legs, grabbed her thighs in a hard grip , and held her open befo re settling in on her pussy. His tongue licked, tasted, and learned each lip and fold like he was trying to memorize it. He skirted around her clit, and even after she clawed his head closer to her throbbing need, he still danced around her with lips and flicks.