Blood Money (Bad Money #1) (8 page)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Jon

The note tore him in half, the girl finishing the job with her soft touch. Her eyes filled with tears and his own soon followed. He hadn't cried since high school when his father died. Once in his life. It was only appropriate to let himself feel something at the loss of his baby brother. He took a shaky breath and reached for her, needing the comfort of the strong woman before him. She lifted to her toes and pressed her warm fingers to his face, pulling him down for her kiss.

He leaned into her, his hands sliding around her waist, one trailing down to cup the perfect curve of her ass, the other getting lost in her hair as his body lit on fire. He pressed his tongue deep into her mouth, Kate taking his offering and sucking long, strong pulls on it. He groaned and wrapped his fingers in the silky locks of her hair, the need to explore every inch of her driving him toward madness. He pressed his hips forward, grinding himself against the softness of her stomach as her fingers dipped into the back of his pants, one sliding down to squeeze his ass.

Her nails scratched at his soft skin as he continued his assault on her mouth. He moved them toward the couch and she purred softly. He broke the kiss, needing to see her expression.

"Fuck you're beautiful." He leaned down and kissed her again, wrapping her in a tight hug and engulfing her with his body. Pausing at the couch, Jon tugged the bottom of her shirt up, tossing it behind him as her breasts sat heavy in her little black bra. He breathed in quickly through his teeth before sitting down on the couch and reaching to move her in front of him.

"Just sex. Just fucking, okay?" she whispered, her eyes a little wider than they should be. She was scared. Why? How many times had she given Marcus access to her body?

"Okay, baby," he whispered, not sure what her reference was to. Did Marcus hurt her? Just sex? He ignored the demand to push the subject, the soft skin of her stomach taking his attention. She reached for the front of her slacks, but he caught her hands, looking up at her.

"No. Just relax and let me take my time. You don't like what I'm doing and you just tell me, okay?"

She nodded, the strong woman that ran the club still downstairs. The unsure girl in front of him left his cock even harder, his heart pounding at the idea of needing more than sex from her.

"Oh," he whispered to himself, leaning in and pressing his face softly to her middle as realization washed over him. She just wanted sex... not love. He reached up and rubbed his hands up her ribs, around her back and made quick work of her bra, pulling it toward him and growling softly as he eyed her breasts. Her little pert nipples were rose colored and hard as pebbles.

"Oh what, Jon?" she whispered, her voice sultry and soft. He swallowed the need to groan, the sudden worry of not being able to hold his own with her rushing up to choke him. He shoved it back down and leaned in, his hand sliding round one of her breasts as he leaned up and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She moaned softly, the slight jerking of her hips giving him confidence that she needed him as much as he needed her.

He licked at her body, moving back to look up at her. "Oh, you just want sex and want me to leave your heart be..."

"Yes. Exactly. Glad you understand." She knelt before him, her hands steady, her eyes filled with lust as she worked on his belt and zipper. He lifted his hips as she pulled his pants from his body, his underwear being discarded next.

"Not my style, but for you I'll try." He sat up, his erection throbbing as he pressed it to her stomach, his lips finding hers again in a long hot kiss. Her fingers wrapped around him and he groaned against her mouth, his need to thrust into her hold almost overriding his control. He pulled her fingers from his shaft and tugged at her to stand again.

She did, grumbling under her breath as he chuckled. He made quick work of her slacks, the tiny black silk left for his eyes to wander across was wet at her center. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to it, licking around the edges of her panties as his fingers dug into her perfect thighs.

"No," she whispered.

"Yes." He moved to his knees on the couch, pointing down at the unoccupied cushions. "Lay down and hush. I'm going to taste you. I haven't stopped thinking about it all fucking day."

"It's too intimate." She crossed her arms over her chest, defying him.

He laughed and reached up, pulling her down and forcing her to lay before him. "I'm not interested in your setbacks, Kate. I want you open to me tonight. Just tonight, and if you don't feel anything in the morning, I'll walk."

"Fine, but I'm not laying here while you pleasure me and I do nothing for you." She got back up, bending over and slipping out of her panties, her ass bared to him. He couldn't help himself as he reached out and slid his fingers down the glistening skin of her bare sex, his mouth watering as he growled at her again.

"I'm going first. Lay your ass down, woman."

She turned and forced him back as she crawled on top of him. Never had he witnessed anything more beautiful than her taking charge. The look on her sensual features told him to shut the fuck up and do what she said. He laid down, reaching up to palm her breasts as they hung above his chest. Taking her just above her waist he pulled up, bringing her wetness to his mouth. He leaned his head up and pressed his tongue to her center, the salty flavor of her need undoing him.

"No." She jerked from him as he growled loudly at her.

Before he could figure out what the fuck she was doing, she had turned around, her knees pressed to his shoulders, her sex above his mouth, her lips sliding along his cock. He groaned and reached up, wrapping an arm around her ass as he pulled her down to him. She moaned loudly as he lapped at her, his hunger for more growing by the moment.

He was far too big for her to take all of him in her mouth, but damn if she didn't try. He arched his hips as she sucked and licked at his erection, his balls so tight they hurt. Her hips rolled as he took his time with her, the girl knowing where her spots were and not afraid to force him to use them. He licked up to her ass, taking his time to make her squirm as she pressed her teeth into his cock. He groaned again, dropping away from her and closing his eyes.

"I'm close. Stop for a minute. It's been too long. Kate..."

She tugged at his sack with her fingers, her mouth working furiously as she sucked and sucked. He groaned, lifting up to bury his face in her sweetness. The bitch was going to make him come whether he wanted her to or not. It was about control and right now... she had it.

The taste of her shifted and he reached up, pressing his thumb to her ass, forcing her body back to take him as he continued to lap at her. She screamed against his erection, the vibration sending him over the edge as his body convulsed. One hand pumping in and out of her, he reached around her to lock her head into place as he emptied himself into the wet warmth of her pretty mouth.

He groaned over and over as he pressed his face against her, her body convulsing as she came on his tongue. He drank her offering, slowing his assault until she released him and jerked forward, a long hard shudder coming from her. He reached up and patted her swollen lips, running his thumb along her entrance.

"Fuck, Kate. That was insane, baby."

She moved off of him, her legs trembling as she reached for him. He got up and pulled her close, leaning down to kiss her softly. He brushed her hair back and ran his hand down her back, pressing her against him.

"I haven't done that in ages. I forgot how good it felt to just let go." She pressed her lips to his chest as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

"Haven't had an orgasm in a long time?"

"No, haven't had oral sex. Feels too intimate for me." She shrugged, moving from him and walking to her bed. She got up on it, crawling toward the other end before stretching her arms out before her and laying her head down. "Come fuck me."

He moved toward the bed, her ass in the air, her body so far beyond delicious that he felt his chest contract. He moved up on the bed, and got on his knees behind her before realizing what she was doing.

Sex from behind was one of his favorite positions, but for her it was about not seeing who was behind her. It was about remaining removed from her lover. He ran his hands over her hips as her body contracted. Sliding his hand down her back, he splayed his fingers across her small frame to touch as much of her as he could. He took a hold of the back of her neck as she sighed loudly.

Pulling up, he carefully repositioned her to lay on her back with her head on the pillows at the top of her bed. The look on her pretty face gave credence to his concerns.

"What are you doing?" Her brow narrowed, her cheeks flushed with color.

He moved toward her, hovering over her and letting his eyes move across her luscious frame, memorizing every curve of her perfection. "I'm making love to you, Kate."

"No. We're fucking. Plain and simple. You don't want it? Leave."

"Umm hmmm. I understand." He lowered himself on top of her, tucking his face into the side of her neck, her body so damn right against his. He slid his hands between her and the bed, grabbing the curves of her ass and lifting to position her perfectly for him. He was a big guy and he knew it. He paused, looking up at her as she growled at him.

"If I hurt you, just stop me."

"I'm not a girl, Jon. I'm a woman and I don't like this position."

"Not everything is about you, baby." He tucked his face back against her neck and pressed himself into her. She groaned loudly as he forced her legs open, her body fighting against his size as he worked his hips to make room. "So tight, Kate. You like how well I fit inside of you?"

"Oh God..." She arched her back and he thrust one last time, his body tucked inside of her as she clenched down on him.

"Oh fuck. Take it easy on me." He pressed his teeth to her throat just before she rolled her hips, the wicked little vixen waking up and taking charge from beneath him.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Kate

He was breaking all the rules she had set for herself years before. All of his demands and desires aligning perfectly with her internal hot spots. His mouth all over her, the hot spill of his body onto her tongue. All things she and Marcus tried not to do, just to keep things very clean between them. Jon destroyed the lines, obliterating her resolve. She tried to gain back control as she crawled on the bed, most men more than happy to have a girl willing to take it hard from behind.

Damn him.

She lifted her hips, rolling them slowly to feel every thick inch of him push against the inside of her. He was huge and she had a moment before they moved to the bed of sheer panic. Marcus was a big guy, but Jon was packing something she hadn't experienced. He cupped her rear, his short nails digging into her flesh, which simply added to the experience.

She dropped her legs from around his waist and let her knees drop open, her body exploding as she reached behind her to grab the headboard.

"Oh fuck..." she screamed and lifted her head from the pillows as he pumped faster in and out of her. A spark ignited from his deep stroke and blew across her pelvis into her stomach, the heat from it consuming her thoughts.

"That's it baby. Come for me. So good, Kate. Let your body take what it needs. Open those thighs for me and take this big cock." He licked at her ear, his body slowing as she panted softly.

He was beyond good at using his body as a tool to cripple her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged at his hair until he moved from her throat to look at her. He smiled as tears filled her eyes.

"What's the matter, baby?" He moved his hand to wipe a tear that dripped toward her ear. "Did I hurt you?"

She rocked against him, her chest contracting painfully as real emotion rose up in her. A time of wanting someone on top of her, making love to the deepest parts of her didn't exist. The new experience was exhilarating, overwhelming, terrifying.

"Don't stop," she whispered, leaning up to capture his lips. His hands cupped the back of her head as he lowered her back to the bed and kissed her softly, his body rocking slowly in and out of hers, the friction electrifying.

"Let me in. I won't hurt you." He kissed her again, moving down to run his nose through the damp skin between her breasts before licking at the soft skin of her nipple.

"I don't know how." She looked down at him, finding herself wanting so badly to try.

"This is a start." He smiled up at her and sucked her breasts into his mouth as he rolled his hips, the thickness pressing so far inside of her. She closed her eyes, losing herself to the tantalizing rhythm of his thrusts.

She pressed her foot against the bed hard, throwing off his balance as they rolled. He continued the roll, pulling her on top of him and groaning as his hands rested on her hips.

"God you’re beautiful, woman. You have no idea, do you?"

"Hush." She sat up, leaning forward a little to press her hands to the thick muscles of his chest.

He tightened his hands on her and lifted her up. She whimpered, his strength so hot. He lifted up and worked himself in and out of her, his teeth buried in his bottom lip as he grunted low and deep in his chest.

Kate dug her nails into him, tilting her head forward so she could watch him take her furiously. She moaned over and over, her voice getting louder and less stable as she indulged in her deepest fantasies with him.

"Oh God, Jon. You should see how hot this is. How big you are. My body just takes it and takes it and takes it."

"Fuck, girl. Hold on. I'm going to explode. Come with me." He pressed against her shoulder, forcing her up as she locked onto his demanding gaze. "Focus on the pressure. Work your hips, squeeze your ass, bring yourself to orgasm with me. Now Kate."

She kept her eyes locked on his, his words fueling her need to obey for the first time in her life.

"Yes," she whispered, rolling her hips as she found the perfect spot to take herself over the edge. He reached up and squeezed her breasts hard, using them to pull her back down on his shaft. She let herself go to the possibility of them being one and leaned forward a little, slamming herself down on him until nothing mattered.

He closed his eyes as she watched him, his body tensing as he lifted her off the bed and continued to use her to work his large cock. She collapsed on top of him, both of them covered in sweat and panting. Never in all her life had sex been so good, so sensual, so right.

"So perfect, baby," he whispered, holding her tightly to him.

"You need to go?" She slid off of him, moving to lay beside him. He turned and tucked her against him, his fingers brushing along her side as he leaned down and kissed her hair.

"No. I'll text them later that I'm sick. Just close your eyes and rest. I'm gonna want more of you in a few hours."

"I want more now." She looked up at him, the wicked smile on her mouth feeling right, better. He had left her feeling needy and unlike herself. Had she known how much she would desire more of him after having him she might have reconsidered the night.

"Get back up here you nymph." He chuckled and brushed her hair back, lifting her with his other hand to slide his arm under her. He wrapped her up tightly in his hold and kissed her lips as she tilted her face up to him.

"Did we just meet yesterday?"

He laughed. "Yeah, but I saw your picture last Saturday when I was put on the case. I'm pretty sure somewhere I decided that if you were innocent I'd have to make you mine."

"And if I was guilty?"

"Then I'd keep your picture and masturbate in sadness for the rest of my life at who you could have been."

She swatted at his chest and laughed, the emotions he caused feeling good. It wouldn't last long, it never did. She snuggled in tighter as fear slid over her.

"Make me yours in the bedroom?"

"What?" He pressed his lips to hers again and moved back.

"You said that if I were innocent you would make me yours. Did you mean in the bedroom?"

"No. I meant in life, but that's up to you entirely. I don't want just meaningless sex. I want to see what can become of us."

"You don't even know me."

"You keep seeing that, but I've seen the ugliest parts of you and I can't stop myself from being lost in the beautiful resolve you have that keeps you going."

"I'm not sure I want more than sex."

He nodded, moving to rest his head on the top of hers as he pulled her head against him.

"It's your decision, but I won't sleep with you again after tonight if not. Sex is about expressing feelings you have for someone. I'll not use it as a release without the emotions of my heart to back it up. I can't. You shouldn't either, baby. Not when I'm right here, willing."

She closed her eyes, his words far too good to be true. Nevertheless, it would seem he was offering her redemption to become more than she was. He was offering a chance at building a partnership that wasn't based in various types of release, be it money, drugs or fucking.

He was offering love to be built together in the future.

Was she able to let go of the past enough to try?

She didn't know.

The sound of sirens woke her. Kate sat up, the room lit only by the illumination of the moon outside of her window. Jon lay sound asleep, his arm over his chest, the other still wrapped tightly around her. She looked around and listened again, the siren's growing louder.

Getting up, she moved to the living room window to peer out. Something was off.

"Kate? What's up, baby?"

"Something’s wrong. Get dressed. I'm going down to the club."

"What?" He got up like the bed was on fire. He moved toward her, his large naked body tantalizing her senses. A dull ache roared to life between her legs, her fingers sliding down to cup herself as she groaned.

"Jon we need to get down to the club. Something’s off."

"What's wrong with your body?" He reached her and moved to touch her stomach as she removed her hand from herself.

"Nothing. I'm sore and it feels good to touch it."

"Let's go check out whatever is up downstairs and I'll touch it for you when we get back."

She pulled from him, and smirked as she chuckled. "Very funny. Now who's the nymph?"

"I always wanted to be one. Just needed the right woman." He moved toward the living room as she turned on the light and slipped her dress over her head.

"Hurry. I smell smoke."

"What? Fuck." He tugged on his jeans and picked up his shirt on the way toward the door.

"Your shoes."

"I don't need shoes. Let's go." He opened the door and left as she slipped her flip flops on and grabbed her keys. No way was she walking the two hundred feet between the club and her place. The street was filthy with depravity. She hurried to catch up with Jon, moving behind him as they realized smoke was billowing from the opening.

"Oh no..." She ran toward the entrance as a fireman moved in and pulled her back.

"Sorry ma'am. This place is off limits. The fire is almost out, but it isn't safe."

"Is the damage bad?" Tears filled her eyes as Jon moved in beside her.

"What the fuck happened?"

"The damage is minimal at best. We're just lucky we were returning from another fire when your neighbors saw the blaze." The young guy turned his attention on Jon. "We don't exactly know what happened yet, but we'll be coming by later today to do a full investigation. You own the place?"

"She does." Jon moved away from them toward the building as Kate answered a few more questions.

Jon rejoined them a few minutes later, the look on his face telling her that he had a little more information. Whatever it was, he wasn't happy about it.

"I think we're done here. I have your number for the inspector. He'll be by sometime today, just keep your phone handy. Sorry you're having to deal with this." The fireman smiled at Kate before nodding to Jon and walking back toward the club.

"At least the smoke has cleared." She turned to Jon.

"Yeah, it was definitely foul play, unless you have gas at the front of the bar."

"Gas? No, the place is heated with electricity and there isn't a kitchen or anything."

"Then someone did that shit. I'll check it out before I go into the station. I should have gone last night, but I just couldn't leave you. You're far too cute when you're sleeping."

"You watched me sleep?"

"Hell yes I watched you sleep. I've been by myself most of my adult life. I've been waiting to find someone I wanted to watch sleep forever."

"You're creepy."

"You're hot."

She glanced back at the club and sighed softly. "How depressing is that?"

"You have insurance on the place?"

"Yeah, I just know it was more than some dumb kids being douches. I'm sure it was Victor sending me a message."

"I thought you weren't comfortable parting with that name yet."

She opened the door to ascend the stairs to her apartment and turned to him, reaching out and pulling him against her. "Things change. People change."

"I'm learning that." He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers as she breathed in deeply, losing herself in the musky tones of his skin and falling more in love than she cared to admit - even to herself.