Loving Lies (24 page)

He shook his head slowly. “No one took pictures.”

“Well, Mom did.” She handed him the rest. “From kindergarten to the seventh grade, Slade. Your looks began changing when you hit high school. The dark blue of your eyes lightening, your body starting to fill out. You were one of those kids who just didn't look the same as you got older. I suspect Cody will follow you.”

Slade blinked, going through the pictures, his throat tightening with emotion at the proof that Cody was indeed his son. Not just because Slade loved him, because he was a part of Slade.

“Amy was a mean bitch.” She sat in the chair in front of him, breathing out deeply. “You knew that before you fucked her,” she griped disdainfully. “You couldn't trust a word she said.”

“She used Cody,” he said bitterly. “The organization was run by fanatics. I couldn't reach the upper levels without the required family. Something for them to threaten, to hold over a man's head. Amy decided to take the risk of losing a child if the operation went to hell.”

Jessie lowered her head, her hands gripped in her lap as she nodded slowly. Yeah, that sounded like Amy. She was the type of woman who made certain all her demands were met her way. And she had wanted Slade, operation or not.

“Damn, I was scrawny.” He sighed as he went through the photos. “I was starting to worry about Cody. That kid eats like a horse and never seems to grow an inch. I swear, some days I think he's going to bankrupt me in food. His voice was full of love, whispery-soft with his devotion to his son.

“Well, you're not a lightweight yourself,” she grunted. “I've seen you eat, Slade. You would put a horse to shame.”

She glanced up in time to see his smile, thankful, adoring, filled with a very male, very possessive love. It sent heat spiraling through her, made her breasts swell, her nipples rasp against the soft material of her T-shirt.

“Damn.” His face clenched, a grimace of emotion twisting his features. “He's just like me, huh?”

“Just like you,” she answered softly, and for a moment, just a moment, that sadness that the child he loved so dearly wasn't hers as well, nearly overwhelmed her.

“He needs a momma, you know.” He cleared his throat, laying the pictures aside before turning back to face her. “I want you to marry me, Jessie. I didn't come back here to play games or waste more time without you in my bed where you belong, every night. I suck at romance and I know it. I wanted to give you the ring first, wanted to ease you into this, make everything right.” He touched her face, another of those caresses that sped through her body, clenching her heart with joy. There was nothing so perfect as when Slade touched her.

Her eyes filled with tears. “I never want to lose you again,” she whispered. “I've been yours since I was sixteen, Slade. Always yours.”

“That's a yes, then?” He arched his brow, devilish, seductive humor creeping into his gray eyes.

“Yeah,” she sighed, joy exploding inside her. “That's a yes, Slade.”

As though she could have said anything else.

Chapter Twenty-two

 

The sound of her soft voice, accepting him, accepting his child so easily sent a pulse of pure emotion exploding in Slade's chest. His breath caught with the incandescence of her smile, the love in her eyes.

She didn't want to grow up, she said. By God, if growing up meant she lost the waif-like innocence and steel-hard core of determination, then he'd beat her if she grew up.

Before he considered anything else though, he had to have her. Rising to his feet, before Jessie could do more than gasp, Slade had her in his arms, stalking to the one place in the house he knew his Jesse could scream without little ears hearing her. The downstairs bedroom was well insulated, more because Slade had a habit of playing his old electric guitar as loud as the amplifier would go. Insulating the spare guest room had been his one concession to it.

As he closed and locked the door behind them, he pulled a small receiver from his back pocket, looked at it, flipped a switch and laid it beside the bed. Jessie looked back at him in question.

“Cody locator,” he grunted. “I had to install electronic strips around the doorways and at the stairwell to let me know when he passes through it. He likes to wander around by himself if he gets up before I do.”

Yeah, she remembered her brother doing that. Shoot, they had all done it.

“God, I can't believe I have you here, Jess,” Slade whispered, his hands smoothing up her arms, pulling her closer as the big bed loomed beside them. “I've dreamed of having you here. Loving you. Touching you.”

Tangling his fingers in her hair, he lowered his head, taking her lips in a kiss that threatened to make his knees weak. Long, sipping kisses, a tangle of lips caressing, tasting, smoothing over each other as he moaned at the rippling effects of heat chasing through his system.

His cock was iron hard, pounding beneath his jeans as he toed at his boots, working them off slowly, one by one. He tasted Jessie, nipped at her lips then soothed the little sting with a lick of his tongue. But he was a hungry man. One taste of her, one feel of those sweet curves and his tongue was a greedy bastard. It slipped into her mouth, delving into the dark honey taste as she met him with hers and the pleasure began to consume them.

Within minutes his boots were kicked across the floor and Jessie was wiggling from her sneakers and jeans as she fought to hold onto his kiss. He gripped the neckline of her T-shirt and just ripped it off. He didn't have the patience for careful seduction. Not this time.

“You keep destroying my clothes,” she moaned as his lips moved from hers, his teeth raking across her neck while he dealt with her panties in the same fashion.

“Then stop wearing the damned things,” he growled as her hands tore at his shirt, popping buttons in her desperation to get him undressed.

God, he was going to come in his jeans if he didn't get inside her hot body. She made him so fucking horny he felt as though he were going to go up in flames. Sweat covered his body before he managed to shrug the tattered remains of his shirt from his shoulders, while her mouth was attacking his flesh. Fuck, her tongue licked over his flat, hard nipples, her sharp little teeth nipping at them wickedly as he looked down at her, seeing the sensuality transforming her features.

“You're being a bad girl.” He groaned as her tongue curled around the dark disc it was tormenting. He hadn't taught her shit, that left only one person. “You think I don't know who taught you this shit?”

“Hmm, you taught me,” she whispered, surprising him. “You make me so crazy when you do this. I want to make you just as crazy.”

His stomach tightened at the thought of having her experiment on him, testing out the caresses he had given her on his tougher body. Just the thought of it had his balls tightening, his cock twitching.

“You like that thought, stud?” Her hand curled between his thighs, cupping the aching spheres as she wiggled against him.

“You keep calling me stud and I'm going to show what one is good for,” he grunted. “You're playing with a desperate man here, Jessie.”

“Am I playing?” She knelt between his thighs, her fingers moving along his erection as he gritted his teeth with the pleasure.

“Shit.” He was almost panting for air now.

“Easy does it, stud.” She smiled, a slow, easy, sexy as fucking hell curve of her lips as his hands moved to the waistband of his jeans. If he didn't get the restrictive material off his ass, it was going to strangle his dick.

She brushed his hands away, her silken fingers moving against his convulsing abdomen as she loosened the snap of the low-slung denim.

“I missed you, Slade.” She leaned forward, planting a kiss on the skin revealed by the loosened waistband as his hands buried in her hair.

“God, baby,” he moaned, swallowing tightly as her inquisitive little tongue licked at his flesh while her fingers lowered the zipper over his pounding cock. “If you don't move the schedule up here a bit, the game is going to be over.”

“Mmm. Like you don't stay hard for hours,” she whispered a second before her teeth nipped at his lower abs, causing a silent snarl of agonized pleasure to tighten his lips.

“I stay hard for you period.” He was almost panting as the jeans loosened and her graceful fingers curled into the waistband.

He lifted, his fingers clenching at his side as he let her draw his jeans and briefs down his hips. His cock raked her lips and her tongue swiped at it as though in chastisement, pulling a strangled moan from his chest.

There was no convincing here, no seduction. She was moving over him like honey, her hands pulling his jeans away as she knelt naked before him, her tongue curling around the head of his erection. She was making him insane. His balls were agonized they were pulled so damned tight against the base of his cock, his entire body wracked by pleasure as she tossed his jeans aside then bent to the tortured spheres.

“Sweet God in Heaven…” His head fell back, his fingers clenching in her hair as she sucked at the sensitized pouch, licking, her teeth raking, her sweet fucking tongue… Ah God, her tongue was killing him.

Then her hands were sliding up his thighs, the heated fingers probing at the taut muscles, rubbing in tight little circles along the hypersensitive flesh there, creating sensations that took his breath.

She smoothed her hands along his thighs as she mouthed his cock, suckling the head just past her lips. Her hot tongue rimmed beneath the crest, her fingers, slick from the sweet moisture she was spreading over his cock, glanced over his anus.

“Enough.” He could barely push the words past his lips as he buried his hands in her hair, holding her lips where he needed them most. Those wicked little fingers were another story, though.

Her sharp teeth raked over the head of his cock, a warning, violent pulse of pleasure shooting to his testicles before she enclosed the straining crest once again. The erotic message was clear. She would do what she wanted, not as he willed.

“Jessie, baby…” His hands clenched tight as her little fingers probed, her tongue stroked. He was going to lose his mind any minute. If she did what he suspected she was about to.

“Fuck!” A fingertip penetrated the entrance as his hands clamped on her hair, driving his cock several inches into her sucking mouth before she could stop him. “Pay the price, little girl,” he snarled, his hips shifting as her finger slipped in further. “You want to be bad, then you're going to get your face fucked in return.”

The explicit words had her groaning, the vibration tingling along his erection as her fingertip slid back, gathered moisture and returned with a friend. Two slender tips slipped inside him. His hips jerked again, moving, thrusting his cock into her mouth as her tongue flickered hungrily around it.

She was hesitant, not really certain. Her dark eyes gazed up at him as she obviously fought to retain enough of her own control to be certain he was enjoying her efforts towards his pleasure.

“Anything you want, baby girl,” he growled, holding her head in place, fighting to gather enough breath to speak. “Experiment. There's not much I wouldn't let you do…”

Her fingers slid in, glancing over a spot that sent pleasure thundering so hard, so viciously through him, his head fell back and a hoarse shout spilled from his lips. Damn, she was killing him with pleasure. Her mouth sank on his thrusting cock, his hips driving the thick length as deep into her mouth as she would allow him.

When her fingers returned, unerringly finding that spot that destroyed his control, she worked it for all she was worth. Thrusting easily, stroking over it, massaging it, manipulating it until his hands held her in place, his hips driving his erection to the back of her throat before his balls erupted. He felt his seed erupt from the tip of his cock, splashing into her rapidly swallowing throat before another brutal pulse ripped from him.

It seemed never-ending, locking his muscles painfully as he clamped down on her fingers and his cock spewed into her suckling mouth.

“Enough.” He felt like an animal, wracked by lust so pervasive, so overwhelming there was no thought, nothing but instinct.

His hand moved to clamp onto her wrist, drawing her fingers from his ass before he pushed her back to the mattress. For what he had mind, nothing would do but a bed. A bed and the silky, slick slide of her desire on his lips, his tongue, feeding the fury of lust raging through him.

 

Jessie cried out as Slade tossed her to the bed, her hands reaching for him only to have him stretch them above her head.

“Stay!” The harsh growl was a warning, a command she obeyed instinctively as she watched him move to the small chest across from the bed. He jerked it open, retrieving the anal wand he had bought and stored there the day before, and the tube of lubrication lying beside it, before he pushed her thighs open and moved between them.

He didn't give her time to catch her breath. No time to prepare, no hesitant licks or gentle kisses to her thighs. He dove into her pussy, his tongue parting the bare curves, his lips moving over her clit and proceeding to make her insane.

Her cry shattered the room as she arched to him. Her thighs fell apart as he pushed at them, his hands moving between her thighs before she felt him lifting her hips higher, shoving a pillow beneath them.

She thrashed beneath him as his tongue whipped over her cunt, licking, stroking, circling her clit and teasing her past bearing as she felt the anal wand pressing against the entrance to her ass.

“On my shoulders,” he growled, lifting her feet until they rested on his broad shoulders, leaving her completely open to him.

His mouth worked over her flesh with devastating results. He sucked at her clit, his tongue flickering until she tightened, so close to orgasm she could feel the ripples beginning in her womb.