Hot Property (Kingston Bros.) (8 page)

Serena, however, was perfect. She'd darkened her hair recently, and he didn't like that at all, but her tall, willowy body, fair skin and sky blue eyes were exactly the traits his people were trying to preserve. But it was more than her physiology that drew him to her. Serena was also strong-willed and intelligent. Features he'd like to pass onto his future progeny with her. And when he looked at her, the thought of breeding didn't
repulse him as it usually did.

For the most part, he found sex distasteful. Part of this was probably the result of his grandfather's brainwashing. Hans Bauer had been obsessed with the notion of racial purity, and Karl had also come to believe that ultimately the only purpose of sex was to ensure the continuance of their superior lineage. Pleasure and intimacy had never had much to do with his sexual encounters. He performed because it was his duty, but in his opinion the sex act was joyless, primitive, and degrading. And he hated the way the women he'd impregnated at the facility looked at him. F
irst with pity, and then fear.

Through the wonders of the internet he'd found a society of men just like him. Direct descendants of the Third Reich who believed in the same ideals his grandfather had instilled in him and who also wanted to create
the ultimate
society of supermen. It had been surprisingly easy to gain access to the breeding facility this society funded in
Eastern Europe
, called "The Farm," by the men who supported it. Here women of appropriate racial purity and fertility were kept with the exclusive purpose of breeding the new Aryan race. In exchange for money and the security of their families, these women allowed themselves to be impregnated as often as possible by natural or artifi
cial means. 

Currently, Karl was the father of four sons being raised at The Farm. The oldest of his experiments was eight-years-old and showing an unnerving amount of promise under the direction of his tutors and coaches. Adam, as his mother had named the boy, was a wonder. He was freakishly athletic, intelligent, and even charming. Most of all, he possessed a great gift for languages, including Latin and some of the more common Middle-Eastern dialects. He would make a great politician one day, which is exa
ctly what he was designed for.

Karl had only seen the boy three times when he returned to the facility to impregnate another egg donor, and he was struck each time by both the boy's coldness and his potential for greatness. Anyone who doubted their methods could not deny the result. Adam embodied the ideal his society had been trying to preserve. Someday he would prove their racial superiority over the genetically imperfect when he and his brothers achieved complete world domination. To an outsider, these ambitions seemed ridiculous, but to Karl and the men who shared his dream, it was more than a possibility. It was a foregone conclusion. They had the power, money, resources and connections to make it happen.
It was just a matter of time.

I
t had been a year since Karl had returned to the facility. Thinking of Adam just reminded him that he needed to further their cause by contributing more of his DNA. He could easily do so by sending a sample via courier and have one of the breeders artificially inseminated, but for him masturbation was even more distasteful than sex with a partner. He did not like to touch himself down there. Not at all. Masturbation made him feel pathetic and dirty. At least when he used the women at the facility he was able to find some pleasure when he hurt them a little. Their cries and discomfort made him feel powerful and strong
, almost invincible
. Of course he couldn't go too far or he'd be banned from the facility, but no one complained if he was a bit rough. They needed him and his superior genes to
o much to risk alienating him.

With Serena he felt it could be different than it had been with the breeders. Those women were just receptacles, human incubators, not partners, like he so desperately desired. Ideally he would like to raise his own children in a natural environment rather than abandoning them to The Farm's labs and classrooms. The results of such conditions would surpass even Adam's potential. With a woman like Serena, he would have both a mother to those children, and someone to care about him for the first time in his life. He was certain he'd be able to overcome his discomfort with intimacy and learn to enjoy the physical side of a relationship with her. If he hurt her occasionally, she would forgive him. Hopefully, she would come to enjoy the pain he needed to inflict in
order to achieve satisfaction.

Sitting in the car, waiting, he felt the first stirrings of an erection as he thought about hurting Serena. He hadn't been even semi-hard since he'd strangled the blonde waitress a few months before. One of his failed experiments. He only hoped Serena would not disappoint him like that silly bitch. She had foolishly attempted to reject him despite his offer to impregnate her mediocre body with his superior seed. Serena wouldn't do that. She would be grateful and happy to serve him. If he could just get her away from the influence of the cripple and that half-breed slut she was associating with, then he could convince her of the purity and wisdom of his purpose. But first he had to get her alone.

Chapter Six

"No offense, but you guys really need to get a room or something." Serena said, shaking her head as she gathered her brochures and threw them in her briefcase, preparing to leave. She glared at Jack and then Lacey, who had followed Serena back into the kitchen. "I realize you met at an Open House, so they have some kind of special and very horny meaning for you and all, but I can't do business like this. I'm a real estate agent, not a Madame. And this is not a brothel. We need to keep it PG in here
when clients are around. Okay?"

Lacey flushed under her deep tan and looked reproachfully
at Serena. "Were we that bad?"

"Afraid so." Serena glanced in her friend's general direction but continued gathering her things. She couldn't look at Lacey's guilty expression without feeling a bit ashamed of herself. Jack and Lacey deserved to be happy and only a real bitch would try to diminish their enjoyment of each other. On some level she knew she was overreacting but couldn't back down now. Right or wrong she was completely annoyed with them and their over-the-top infatuation with each other. An
noyed and pea-green with envy.

She felt like she'd been in a perpetual state of irritation lately. It seemed like she was at odds with everyone. Her life had become just one long argument and she was exhausted. She felt emotionally raw all the time. Like she was in a constant state of wicked PMS. It seemed like her life was spinning further and further out of her control every single day. The more she tried to put things in order
the more disconnected she felt.

She'd like to place the blame for this terrible disjointed feeling at Mark's feet, but he was just part of the problem. She was just lost. And angry
. A
nd striking out at everyone. The worst part was that she couldn't seem to help herself. She needed a break, but didn't know how to stop and take one without abandoning her family when they needed her most. And this
just made her resent them more.

Lacey reached out and put her hand on Serena's arm, trying to get her attention. "I'm really sorry. We're obviously still in vacation mode. We spent two weeks in paradise spending most of our time in the buff. Adjusting to normal non-naked life has been a bit of a challenge. Forgive us, okay, and we'll keep our hands off each other during business hours." She grinned and looked expectantly at Jack, waiting for
his agreement. He just glared.

"It's not your hands I'm worried about. It's your other more offensive body parts I'm concerned with," Serena said, moving out from under Lacey's placating hand
as she zipped up her briefcase.

"Jesus. You make it sound like an orgy was going on here or something," Jack grumbled. "Besides, it was after four o'clock when Lacey arrived so the Open House was officially over. And even if it wasn't I think you're forgetting that I have as much right to be here as you do. And if I want to grope my future wif
e while I'm here, then I will."

Serena slammed her briefcase down on the countertop, put her hands on her hips and spoke through tightly gritted teeth. "No, actually you don't have any right to be here. You're a house builder. This house is built. Your contribution is over. Now it needs to be sold. That's my area. And I can't do that with you people treating my Show Home like a frigging frat
house."

Jack rolled his eyes and looked over Serena's shoulder towards the great room entrance. "Mark, can you believe this? Serena says we're disrespecting the integrity of her Show Home or some such shit. What do you think? Did Lacey and I drive that buy
er away with our PDA, or what?"

Mark approached slowly, his limp more pronounced than usual. "I don't think that weenie was actually looking to buy a house, so your little game of tonsil hockey probably didn't have much of an impact on his decision to buy
or not."

Jack raised one eyebrow. "What do you mean? Why the hell was he here then, if not to check out my master craftsmanship?" He didn't acknowledge Lacey'
s snort at his arrogant remark.

"You need to shut up right now," Serena growled under her breath
at Mark.

Mark ignored her completely and focused on explaining the situation to Jack. Serena was obviously beyond listening to reason. "Apparently that loser has been showing up at a lot of Serena's Open Houses lately. And he was just lurking around out front. He took off when he saw me, so obviously he knew he was busted. I got his license plate, but I doubt it'll be enough t
o warrant a restraining order."

"Oh my God. A restraining order? You have got to be kidding me. That's ridiculous." Serena scoffed, and turned to Lacey for support. "Lacey, you saw that guy. Why on earth would he have to stalk a woman? He's gorgeous, intelligent, and financially stable. He's the holy grail of eligible guys. Any woman would be thrilled to have his attention, am I right?"

Lacey looked slightly uncomfortable. "I didn't actually notice him, but it does seem a little odd that he was hanging around outside. I m
ean, why would anyone do that?"

Serena gaped at Lacey, clearly shocked at her betrayal. Where was her loyalty exactly? If Lacey was truly sorry for molesting Jack during business hours then she should be backing her friend up right now, not siding with the testosterone twins. "Maybe he was on the phone, or his car broke down, or he was trying to summon up the
cajones
to ask me out. There's any number of reasons why he might be sitting in his car. And I'm pretty sure there aren't any laws against loitering in
this neighborhood, are there?"

Jack moved around the island until he was standing right in front of Serena. He pointed one finger at her face and glared down at her. "Listen. I don't give a damn if this guy is out in his car, beating his meat with a rubber chicken. My concern is keeping you safe. Why didn't you menti
on this creepy bastard before?"

Serena glared right back and didn't back up an inch, even though Jack was towering over her, trying to intimidate her by looking as hard as granite and twice as stubborn. "He's not a creepy bastard. He's just shy. Mark is suffering from some kind of paranoid delusion. I can't be
lieve you would side with him."

"Shy?" Jack looked at Mark in disbelief. "He's skulking around like some kind of Peeping Tom and she thinks he's shy?" He swung his attention back to Serena. "Why doesn't he just ask you the hell out? Seems pretty wimpy to me. Why would you even want to date a guy who can't get his shit together enough to make his move." Jack backed off a few inches, a little unnerved at how Mark was glaring at him. Obviously, his friend didn't l
ike it when he crowded Serena.

Serena looked deceptively innocent. "Oh. You mean the way you asked Lacey out immediately? Hmmm....? Or did someone have to intervene on your behalf because you were
too nervous to do it yourself?"

Lacey let out a surprised giggle an
d Jack turned his glare on her.

"I'm sorry. Sweetie.
” Lacey said, leaning up to kiss Jack’s cheek. “
But Serena does have a point. Sometimes it's hard to take that first step. No one wants to take a chance on being rejected. Even big, strong, irresistible alpha males would rather not put themselves on the line unless they're pretty sure they'll get a favorable response. So maybe she's right, and this
guy is just a little insecure."

Mark moved forward and took Jack's place in front of Serena. "Or maybe he's just a dangerous freak, and we need to stop debating this and start deciding how we'r
e going to deal with him."

Serena grabbed her briefcase and angled her body as far away from Mark as possible. "Fine. You guys discuss it until your lips fall off. I've had enough of people thinking they have any right to tell me how to run my business. I will not have anyone," she bumped his arm with her briefcase as she passed, careful not to touch him again. "Especially you, interfering with my life. So, please feel free to debate whether or not Karl is a dangerous offender or not. I, in the mean time, will be driving out to a client's property and doing my job. Because that is all I ever do anymore." Her voice trembled at the end, but
she did her best to control it.

She spun on her heel and headed for the door as tears threatened to run down her cheeks. Mark called out to her and Lacey attempted to follow her, but Jack
just held her back by the arm.

Lacey gave Jack a questioning look, but he just nodded at Mark's retreating back as he limped after Serena as quickly as his battered knee would allow. "I knew you were up to something," Lacey said, wrapping her arms around Jack's neck and pressing a kiss to his earlobe. A
n erotic action
that never failed to make him shiver. "You orchestrated
this whole thing, didn't you?"

Jack grinned and wrapped his arms around his woman, lifting her onto the countertop, so he could step between her spread thighs. "Well, not the creepy stalker bit, but yeah, I've been dabbling in some match-making. What do you think? Should I s
tart charging for my services?"

Lacey couldn't help chuckling. He looked so pleased with himself. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him down until they were on eye level. "Well, considering Serena seems to hate the match you've chosen for her with the heat of a thousand burning suns, I can't really see her
writing a check anytime soon."

"Just a matter of time. If we keep throwing them together, eventually they'll either kill each other or admit they're hot for each other. The way Serena has been behaving lately, I'm really okay with either scenario," Jack said wryly as he be
gan unbuttoning Lacey's blouse.

Lacey attempted to swat his hands away. "Jack. Stop it. They might come back, and I'm pretty sure that door is un
locked. Anyone could walk in."

J
ack waggled his thick, dark eyebrows at her. "I know. It just makes it hotter, doesn't it?" He said, flexing his hips against the juncture of her thighs. "Besides, Serena has an appointment tonight, and I'm sure Mark has some drinking and brooding to do. We're totally alone and I seriously can't wait long enough to get you home," he said, yanking her
yellow scrubs top
over her head to reveal her lacey pink bra. He buried his face in her ample cleavage and inhaled her fresh clean scent, groaning as he kneaded her breasts with both hands. "God, you smell incredible.
I can't get enough of you."

Lacey closed her eyes and sighed as his talented hands and lips worked their magic on her flesh. She'd been worried about Serena for a while now and did want to get to the bottom of whatever was bothering her friend, but Serena was a big girl and Mark really cared about her. If Serena would just open her eyes and see what was right in front of her, she could have everything she wanted, including a really great guy who was completely besotted with her. The best thing Lacey could do for both of them was give them their privacy. She felt like she owed it to them after breaking up their little ho
rizontal mambo session earlier.

Besides just one touch from Jack and all she could think about was feeling him deep inside her again, and again. It was like a sickness for both of them. Nothing else mattered but touching each other and re-establishing that physical connection between them that was stronger than anything she'd ever encountere
d. She was insatiable for him.

Reaching down, she pulled his black T-shirt off and ran her short nails up his back. He arched and groaned, pressing his hard flesh between her thighs in that tantalizing rhythm that she loved so much. Even fully clothed he knew he could make her come by rubbing against her in just that
way
and he never failed
to take advantage of that fact.

"Hurry, Jack." She panted, leaning back on the
granite. "I can't wait either."

Jack stood up between her thighs and circled his hips, loving the way she responded to him, even when he was behaving a bit like an impulsive mad man. They'd been together for a year, and yet he still couldn't think straight when she was in his vicinity. Everything about her made him want to sink himself deep into her flesh and stay there until he couldn't move a
muscle.