Jagger (Broken Doll Book 2) (14 page)

Miri glanced up with an innocent smile and stuck that wicked tongue out once more. She ran it over my thick cock head, flicking her tongue back and forth across the frenulum and into the slit. I groaned, my knees weak from intense pleasure. Miri licked her lips and dove forward, sucking my cock into the wet heat of her mouth, and I nearly collapsed to the floor.

“Jesus, doll. Fuck. Your mouth…” Miri bobbed up and down on my cock and much too soon, I was panting and moaning, straining to hold back my orgasm. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard. Then she pulled back, swirling her tongue around the head before taking my full length to the back of her throat. When she swallowed around my cock and her throat muscles gripped my dick like a tight fist, I shouted and pulled out of her mouth with an obscene pop.

“You didn’t like it?” she asked, her mouth shiny with spit, lips red and swollen and so fucking hot.

I laughed and dragged a hand through my damp hair. “Liked it? I fucking loved it. I didn’t want to stop, but I don’t want to come in your mouth, doll.” I wrestled my instincts under control and shot a heated look her way, thrilled to hear her gasp. “What I want is to fuck you until you pass out. Make you see stars, doll.” I took a step forward and leaned over her, putting my hands on the bed, one on either side of Miri’s hips. She reclined as I crowded her space. I rubbed my nose up her neck to her ear and inhaled. “I’m going to give you the ride of a lifetime, doll. One you won’t ever forget.”

Miri dragged in a shaky breath. “You don’t have to worry about me forgetting you. I love you.”

I held her shoulders and met her eyes. “Say that again.”

Miri tried to wriggle out of my grasp, her neck and face blushing crimson. “Stop.”

“Miri. Please… say it again.”

Hesitant, Miri met my gaze, bottom lip trembling. “I-I love you.”

“God, I love you too.” I barely got the words out before pressing her down on the bed, covering her body with mine. Taking her mouth in a deep kiss, I felt something inside me shift, something intangible but very real. I couldn’t put a name to it, but it was there, lodged in my heart, causing it to ache with every beat.

Love. This was what love felt like. It had been so long since I’d loved anyone, and even then, I had never loved someone like I did Miri. Someone I wasn’t related to. A woman. A lover. A partner. I was done trying to deny it, trying to keep from feeling anything. Done kidding myself. I’d know for a while I was in love with Miri. This was the first time I allowed myself to feel all of it without holding back. To completely open myself to the concept of love… and to her.

Suddenly, I couldn’t get enough of Miri at once. My hands skimmed up and down her sides, touching whatever I could reach while my mouth nipped at the sensitive skin of her neck and throat.

“God, you taste so good.” Miri moaned and her hips twisted beneath me in a silent plea. I would fuck her, but I needed more first. I needed to claim every inch of this amazing woman’s body before taking my own pleasure.

“Jag…” Her voice was ragged and desperate.

“Soon, doll. Soon.” I mouthed at her collarbone, stopping to suck a mark on the ridge.

“Please!” She locked her ankles around my back and lifted her hips off the bed.

“Shhhhh.” I gently unwound her legs and kissed my way down to her breasts, small, with rosy pink nipples, the flesh creamy and free of the freckles that dotted most of her skin. “Fuck,” I whispered, dragging the flat of my tongue across one of the buds. It tightened under my mouth, standing pert, perfect for biting. My lips closed around the peak and I sucked hard, sinking my teeth in gently.

“Oh my god.” Miri threw her head back and her body arched tight. “Jag, I need more.” She was a mess, thrashing and begging for me to fuck her.

Ignoring her pleas, I moved to the other breast, giving it equal treatment. Desperate, Miri thrust her hand between us and began fingering her pussy.

“No.” I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her sides. “That’s mine, doll. I’m in charge of all of your pleasure now.” Holding her arms tight, I lowered my head and lightly touched the tip of my tongue to her slit.

“Jag!” Miri thrashed underneath me, mouth open and green eyes glazed over with lust. “More… please.”

Keeping her hands still, I used my knees to force her thighs apart, spreading her wide.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” My eyes were focused on her slick pink pussy, shiny and wet and ready for my cock. Instead of giving in to my desire and to thrust my dick in that hot hole, I flattened my tongue and ran it from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit. Miri moaned loud and long and her thighs clenched tight around my ribs. “You taste like sin, doll.”

“Mmph.” Miri grunted and spasmed when I repeated the long, slow lick, relishing the sweetness of her juices. With her wrists tight in my hands pinned next to her hips, those sexy legs splayed apart, I dove onto that silky pink flesh and began to feast on her pussy. “God, Jag… oh my God, oh, oh…” I buried my face in the soft cleft, swiping my tongue over every single crevice. Every time I flicked the tiny bud, Miri arched her back and tried to buck off the bed.

“You like that, doll?” I lapped at her clit over and over, torturing, teasing, nipping and sucking at her most sensitive spot until she was sobbing and begging.

“Fuck me, Jag! Fuck me, please just fuck me… ohmygod.” I could feel her body tense, her climax approaching rapidly, but I wasn’t done with her yet. I pulled back and Miri cried in frustration. “No! More, I need—”

“I know what you need, doll.” I dropped between her legs and pushed my tongue into her hole, poking and prodding as I fucked her with my mouth.

The noises Miri made were the soundtrack to my own personal porno. My cock was like steel, precome dripping down the length as I kneeled on the bed. I wanted to fuck her but she tasted so goddamn good. When my own desire overrode my brain, my brow covered in sweat from the tension caused by my need for release, I released one of her hands. She immediately placed it on my head, gripping my hair in her fist. I shoved two fingers into Miri’s tight pussy, flicking my tongue over her swollen clit. It only took one swipe for her to shatter. She bowed off the bed, screaming as her orgasm wracked her body. Miri’s pussy contracted around my fingers, so goddamn tight and hot I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Fuck,” I shouted as I let go of Miri’s other wrist and wasted no time driving my cock into heaven, not stopping until my balls slapped against her ass. Her pussy was still wracked with tremors, tightening and releasing around my sensitive cock.

“Oh God! Jag!” Miri clawed at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I began fucking her hard and fast through her orgasm, drawing it out as she threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy.

“Jesus, doll.” Her pussy was like a vise, rippling and squeezing my dick as she rode out her never-ending climax. I gritted my teeth and desperately held back my own rapidly building release. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It was no use. My balls pulled up and pleasure exploded in my groin, flames ripping up my spine and setting my entire body on fire. Miri fell limp beneath me, spent. I spread out on top of her, covering her like a blanket, while pounding my hips fast and hard. “Goddamn! Fuck, Miri. So goddamn good.”

My rhythm faltered and pleasure like nothing I’d ever felt before shot from my cock, each jet of come sending me higher and higher until the euphoria had me flying. Every muscle in my body pulled taut and I roared, slamming in one last time. I collapsed as the tension dissolved, leaving me boneless and sated.

Sweaty and exhausted—my wound aching more than I thought it would, not that I would tell Miri—I rolled off my doll, bringing her with me until she was tucked under one arm, her head resting on the uninjured side of my chest.

Neither of us spoke, our heavy breathing combined with the scent of sex hanging in the air saying more than any words could possibly convey. What happened in this bed just now wasn’t just sex. It was a transcendental experience. It changed something inside me. Changed who I was as a man.

I kissed the top of her head and breathed in the citrus of her shampoo.

My eyes grew heavy and the last thing I remembered before succumbing to a deep, dreamless sleep was that Miri was
mine
, and I would do whatever it took to make sure it stayed that way.

I
t was a quiet morning
, the sun barely over the horizon. I watched Jag as he kneeled on the neatly clipped grass and ran a hand over a polished granite headstone. He murmured something under his breath that I couldn’t quite catch. I wanted to be respectful and stayed a few feet back while he visited his sister’s grave. Not wanting to eavesdrop, I let my gaze wander over the cemetery, the stones glinting with orange as the sun rose above the horizon. It was a beautiful place, with blooming trees, and surrounded by woods to give mourners a bit of privacy.

“Miri.” Jag’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. He had his arm extended, fingers out, waiting for me to come to him. I slipped my hand in his and knelt beside him when he gave me a gentle tug. Jag inhaled deep, as if steeling himself before speaking. “This,” he cleared his throat, “this is my sister, Rose.”

Long fingers brushed reverently over the letters carved in the stone. I noted she had died over five years ago, and had only been twenty-one when she passed. Jag would have been twenty-three.

“What happened?”

Jag’s hand tightened around mine.

“My predecessor.” When he didn’t elaborate I turned and faced him. Jag was looking up at the sky, as if searching for answers somewhere in the great beyond. He shuddered and I realized, no, Jag wasn’t looking for answers, he was reining in his anger. Through clenched teeth, Jag told me the tragic story of his sister. “He had her. Kind of like Cat. Drugged, captive, his personal whore.” A low growl vibrated in his chest. “Or maybe he passed her around, I don’t fucking know. Our mom, she was an addict. Bad. It was just me and Rose when she OD’d.” He blew out a breath and ran a finger over the stone. “I was eighteen but Rose wasn’t. I stayed with her so she wouldn’t end up in the system.” He gave a sad smile. “It wasn’t as if I were college material, so I wasn’t really missing out on anything by taking care of my little sister. We needed money, so I ran errands for a local dealer and climbed the ladder quick.” Jag’s voice became strained.

I kissed his shoulder to let him know I was there with him, supporting him. “You don’t have to tell me,” I whispered.

“I do.” His answer was clipped and immediate. He needed to get this off his chest and I would be here to listen. “I was underage when I started working for Ochoa, using a fake ID to convince him to hire me. At twenty-two I was a petty dealer when Rose…” Jag swallowed and looked sick, or furious. I wasn’t sure which. “When Rose was taken,” he growled. I couldn’t hold back my gasp of surprise. Jag turned to me, his blue eyes shimmering with pain, with regret, with the agony of his sister’s fate. “I couldn’t get to her.” He coughed out an unamused laugh. “No one could. Ricardo ‘The Wolf’ Ochoa ruled Austin’s drug trade, surrounded himself with armed men at all times. My one saving grace, if you could even call it that, was that because of the name on my fake ID, they didn’t know she was my sister. The only way to get her was to get closer to the boss at the top, so that’s what I did.” Jag’s sapphire gaze hardened and my arms pricked with goose bumps.

I held my breath, waiting to hear the inevitable outcome to this horrible tale.

“For a solid year I worked for that bastard, knowing he had Rose, knowing she was likely growing weaker and weaker every day. Her body, her mind…” The muscles in Jag’s jaw pulsed. “Fuck.” He dropped his head and swiped a hand through his dark hair. “I clawed and killed my way to the top in record time,” he said, staring at nothing, not meeting my eyes. “Didn’t stop until I became his right-hand man.” This time, Jag turned to look directly at me. “Then, I killed him.”

I swallowed, not exactly surprised by Jag’s admission. He was a drug lord, a ruthless one. I heard the stories, I knew who he was. Hell, I knew he probably killed Mason, if not by his own hands then by ordering someone else to do it. It should bother me that my lover was a murderer, but it didn’t. My past was filled with horrors and regrets that I couldn’t change. How could I judge him for having the same?

“I couldn’t stop him,” he said, his voice breaking. “When he realized he was going to die, he shot my little sister right in front of me.” Jag locked eyes with mine. “I was so fucked up in the head, Miri. Watching Rose’s brains splatter… every-fucking-where, her lifeless body slump to the floor.” I took a deep breath and saw Jag shudder. I thought he would stop but he kept going. “I need you to know who I am, Miri. This life… this wasn’t my choice, but I did it, and I did it willingly. I’ve killed people. I killed my predecessor. I killed him slowly, painfully, cutting him apart just to listen to him scream, and I don’t regret doing it.” His body tensed, as if he was waiting for me to push him away or scream in terror.

Instead, I lifted a hand to his face and gently traced a path down his stubbled cheek. Jag’s eyes widened and his breath hitched.

“I don’t care who you were. What you were.” I blinked back tears, a lump blocking my throat. “I love you. You’re a good person inside.” Jag opened his mouth to contradict me, but I pressed on. “You’re a good person who has done bad things, Jag. I have too. Shameful things.” I dropped my gaze as a wave of humiliation rushed over me when I thought of the sexual acts I had done in exchange for drugs.

“Doll…” Jag sounded pained.

I met his eyes again. “I can only be who I am now and hope that you love me, despite my past. Just as I love you, Jag. Who you were doesn’t matter. I know what lengths you’ll go to just to keep me safe. What you sacrificed to try to keep your sister safe. That’s the man I love.”

I watched as my big, strong, fearless ex-drug lord swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing and his eyes shining with moisture. He cupped my face and brushed his thumb across my lips.

“I love you, Miri. And you’re right, I’ll do anything to keep you safe. Anything. Let’s go home and I’ll tell you my plan.”

Jag stood and held out a hand, helping me to my feet. The ride home was quiet and my stomach ached, buzzing with nerves the entire time. Something terrible was coming, I could feel it. Whatever Jag’s “plan” entailed was going to slice me to pieces before I could be put back together.

Jag said nothing. He merely stared out the window, deep in thought, until we pulled into the drive.

“No! Please don’t do this.” Miri cried and begged, her eyes swollen and face ruddy from hours of begging and sobbing. “You can’t.”

My sweet Miri was close to hyperventilating. Worried, I grabbed hold and crushed her to my chest, murmuring softly as I stroked her hair. “It will be okay, doll. I have to do this, you know that.”

“No,” she wailed, her tiny hands clutching my shirt and balling it up in her fists.

I rubbed her back and buried my nose in her fiery hair. “I can’t take a chance that he’ll find us. Find you. I need to end this so we can live without looking over our shoulders.”

Miri trembled in my arms, her sobs muffled by my chest. It felt as if my heart were being ripped right out of my chest and stomped beneath someone’s boot until all that was left was a bloody stain on the ground.

“I’m sorry, doll.” I gently untangled her fingers from my shirt and stood. Miri screamed and tried to throw herself back onto me. I felt sick as I ordered George to hold her back. Watching his arms wind around her waist as she wailed nearly broke me. I turned my gaze to George. “I’m trusting you to follow my instructions to the letter.” He nodded and I knew I could trust him with my most precious possession. My Miri. My doll. My life.

Cat watched from behind Miri, tears running down her face for her friend. Before I did something stupid, like gather Miri in my arms and lock us in the bedroom forever, I snagged my duffel, threw it over my shoulder, and strode out the door. Frank was waiting with the car while Sammy packed his gear in the trunk and climbed in the backseat. I leapt in the front passenger seat and growled. “Get out of here, now.” I needed to put distance between Miri and me or else I’d break down and run back into the house, sweep her into my arms, and never let go.

“Got it, Boss.” Frank put the car in gear and drove to the main road. The further we got from Austin, the emptier I felt. Then I remembered why I was doing this and my hollow heart hardened.

I would not fail Miri like I failed Rose.

The empty space in my chest filled with fire, crackling and hissing as I allowed the flames to devour Jag, leaving Boss standing amongst the ashes to rise like a phoenix when the inferno burned itself out.

My fingers curled and my muscles tensed. I was going to finish this or die trying. When I was with Miri, I could be Jag, but only Boss could make sure she was safe. And I was going to make damn sure Miri was safe.

I
jerked
awake when Frank turned off the car.

“We’re here, Boss.”

“Fuck.” I cracked my neck, sore from falling asleep at a strange angle against the window. Outside was dark and I could barely make out the shape of the small house in front of us. “Let’s go.”

Frank pushed open his door and I did the same, climbing down and stretching my limbs, muscles cramped after a few hours on the road. The route was less than four hours, so Frank drove the entire distance to Laredo, a small town on the Mexican border, while I slept. He popped the trunk and Sammy grabbed the boxes and bags of equipment he needed to get the house ready for El Cuchillo.

“Sure this is gonna work, Sammy?” Frank asked as he sliced open a box and removed several bundles of tightly wound cable.

“I have it on good authority that Cuchillo has family right over the river from here, and that he is hell-bent on killing Boss, so yeah, it’ll work.” I wished I felt the confidence my tech genius seemed to have, but I had no fucking clue if Cuchillo would show up. For all I knew, the asshole was halfway to South America. “We hacked all his bank accounts using the information found in the house and transferred all his money. He’s broke, he lost his territory when he abandoned it and we took out all his men, plus he lost all of his power.” Sammy glared at Frank as I opened another box filled with small black devices. “What would you do?”

Frank stared at Sammy, contemplating the man’s question. “I’d be beyond furious. Murderous. And this idiot? After trying to kill Boss and Miri more than once,” Frank turned to me. “At your own home? That asshole doesn’t think with his head. You’re right. He’ll come,” Frank agreed.

“Good,” I said, done with talking. “Let’s get all this shit in place and ready so we can tell George to start the rumors of my whereabouts. Then, we wait.”

It took half the night and most of the next day before we had the entire system set up in and around the tiny house. Frank and I took turns sleeping while Sammy did the bulk of the work. The two of us acted as his assistants, attaching wires and placing sensors in the yard while he organized the control panel at the table in the shabby little kitchen.

I woke from a nap around dinnertime and ran both hands through my hair. The amount of stress from being separated from Miri was killing me. Knowing how hurt she was when I left, the look of despair in her eyes. Goddamn, it just about had me saying “fuck it,” driving all the way back to Austin, throwing her over my shoulder, and disappearing, just the two of us on a private island somewhere we would never be found. But that was the problem—Cuchillo would eventually find us. Men like him never stopped. His massive ego was flattened beneath my boot, the public humiliation too much for him to take without extracting his revenge. I had to make this right.

For me.

For Rose.

For my broken doll.

I unplugged my phone from the nightstand and saw a dozen missed calls and another dozen text messages, all from Miri. My chest constricted at the thought of her crying herself to sleep, desperate to talk some sense into me. I would know. I was in the exact same position while she was with that bastard El Cuchillo. The memory of what he did to my precious doll burned in my gut. He violated her in the worst ways possible, and I wouldn’t stop until he was dead. I turned off my phone and threw it back on the nightstand. Nothing would distract me from finishing this, not Miri, not anything.

Frank was in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. I poured one for myself and sat at the table next to him. “Sammy asleep?” I asked.

“Yeah. He completed the setup about an hour ago so I told him to get some shut-eye.” Frank’s dark eyes met mine. “I figured you were going to get the ball running as soon as possible so he should sleep while he could.”

“You’re right,” I said, sipping the hot beverage slowly. “Text George and tell him it’s a go.”

Frank slipped his phone out of his pocket and tapped out a quick message. A second later it chimed. “He’s on it, Boss.”

“Good.”

George would send a couple of my guys out on the streets to drop hints that I left town now that Brick took over my territory. They would mention my possible location without giving an exact address. Too much detail would scream, “trap” and while El Cuchillo was a man who ran on impulse, but not stupid. If I made it too easy, he would know I was waiting for him. It would take longer this way, with Cuchillo having to ferret out my safe house, but it was more of a sure thing than making the man suspicious. He would send scouts to the town and I would make sure to show up in public a few times so the locals got a good look at me. Then it was up to Cuchillo and his men to find me.

Now… all we could do was wait.