Undercover Attraction (8 page)

She licked the bead of pre-cum from him then
released him with a loud pop. Her wet fingers wrapped along his
base, aiming him again, but only rubbing him around her lips,
teasing him, as she flicked a pink tongue out to lick the head
occasionally.

“You want more?” she asked, her breath
puffing against his sensitive tip.

“No,” he barely grunted out. “I want
you.”

His hands came down to pull her up, then
turned her, until her backside was pressed against his hardness,
and her body was pinned against the wall.

“Haven’t you ever learned not to play with
fire?” Jacob rasped against her ear. He snaked one hand around her
hip, finding her bud with his middle finger, rubbing and pressing
roughly.

She pressed back, giving him more room to
play, nestling his throbbing dick between her ass cheeks. “Maybe
I’m a pyromaniac tonight,” the alcohol made her say. She slid
against him, rubbing him along her cheeks. “And I wouldn’t call you
fire. Maybe lightning, wild, electric, totally unpredictable.
Dominating and oohh…”

He slid one long finger into her, smiling
when she cried out as he found sensitive areas. She was squirming
against him, her wet buttocks caressing him until he was every bit
as hot as she was. He pushed another finger into her, then
restrained her when she tried to turn to him.

“You are teasing. I need more, damn it.” She
got out between gritted teeth. She squeaked when he pushed her head
further down, pulling her hips back even more, seeking the position
he had in mind.

Then he removed his fingers, giving one last
caress to her knotted bud, feeling her throb with need.

He was going to help them both. He took
himself in hand, and pressed his cock to her heated entrance,
filling her in one thrust. They both sighed in relief.

Stroke after stroke, he pushed them higher.
Jenna had her hands splayed against the wall, trying to find hold
in the slick shower. She was gasping, moaning with every thrust he
gave her, amazed that he could fill her so completely.

Jacob lifted her leg, resting her foot on
the ledge her shampoo was on, laughing when she breathlessly said,
“Oh my God.”

He was even deeper than she thought
possible, each thrust bumping against places that had never existed
before now. Her g-spot was caressed with each pull, driving her
closer and closer to the ultimate goal.

She reached down, fondling his sack as he
stroked within her, rolling his balls in her hands, pressing behind
them to that sensitive spot many men didn’t know they had.

“Oh shit” she heard him grunt against her
shoulder, and she pressed a little harder, smiling to herself when
she felt him draw up, on the brink of his climax.

He reached down, gently removing her hand,
sliding his forward, tapping his long finger against her clit so
she would explode with him. And he felt it. She began to tense
around him, her back going straight, her muscles convulsing around
him, gripping him tightly, coaxing him to the edge with her.

He pulled out at the last second, spurting
against her plump backside.

They both shouted as they combusted,
fireflies dancing along the edges of their vision, limbs and
muscles tingling as it encompassed their entire bodies.

Long minutes later, Jacob quickly washed
them up again, then wrapped Jenna in a thick towel before doing the
same to himself. They dried themselves quickly, and he carried her
back to the bedroom, despite her demands of ‘put me down, I’m too
heavy, you’re going to hurt yourself.’

He laid her on her bed, climbing in beside
her, tucking the covers around them, comfortably wrapping himself
around her. They both were asleep within minutes.

Hangover. Now she remembered why she rarely drank.
Then again,
she thought, letting her eyes gaze the length of
the half nude man lying next to her,
if I brought home that kind
of specimen each time, I might become an alcoholic.

The object of her scrutiny rolled onto his
back just then, the comforter slipping off of him, leaving him
covered in only the thin sheet.

Jenna’s eyes were glued to the massive part
that was making a rather large, well,
tent
didn’t do it
justice, unless it was a circus tent, but the other words that came
to mind were
mountain, peak, hidden maglite.

She had to stifle a giggle at the last one.
Of course that didn’t help her aching head at all. She climbed out
of bed, slowly sliding from beneath the blankets so as not to wake
him, and practically ran from the room when he let loose a loud
snore.

The washroom thankfully held a basket of
clean clothing, and she dressed in a hurry, hoping to be fully
prepared to deal with the awkwardness to come. She secretly hoped
he would sneak out the window, but sincerely doubted it, so she
resigned herself to making something for breakfast.

The old grandfather clock in the living room
said 7:49, which actually was a bit later than she was used to
waking, but early enough to still merit coffee.

She fixed a good helping of scrambled eggs,
popped a few pieces of bread in the toaster, and dug through her
refrigerator for some bacon. Her trusty bottle of Tylenol
relinquished two tablets, which she drank down with the first cup
of coffee from the pot.

Chuckles sat on the counter, watching her
cook, meowing like a water buffalo whenever she walked past him
without petting his head. She dropped a piece of bacon in his bowl,
and sat him on the floor to devour his treat. No wonder they were
overweight, sharing bacon, eggs, and often a hamburger and
fries.

Another two pieces of toast popped up, and
she buttered them both, before laughing as her misfit cat played
with his bacon like it was a cat toy. Okay, so they both enjoyed
food, just in slightly different ways. She definitely didn’t play
with hers as Chuckles did.

She fixed herself a plate, sitting at the
island bar to eat and watch the entertainment her cat was
providing. They both finished their breakfast at the same time, and
she was glad that her stomach had settled and her headache had
begun to lessen.

She began to tidy up a bit, leaving
breakfast sitting covered on the stove in case her guest wanted
any.

Jacob. Yeah, she remembered his name.
Surprisingly really, after all the drinks last night. Then again
the sex had been good enough to commit him to memory. Granted, she
was rather ashamed of herself for bringing home a complete
stranger, a stripper, at that. But she figured they would never see
each other again after today, so no big deal, really.

Her keys and gift bag were on the floor next
to the front door, and she was somewhat curious what kind of gift a
strip club gives out. She sat on the couch, turning on the TV, not
really interested in whatever automatically came on, and dumped the
bag onto the cushions next to her.

There was a rather lumpy ugly white teddy
bear with red letters spelling Happy Birthday across its tummy, in
bad stitching. It looked like it had previously been thrown into a
wood chipper then haphazardly sewn back together.

There was also an organza bag stitched with
the words “Happy Nights” across its front. Inside was a small tube
of lubricant, a bright pink condom, a cock ring, and a packet of
flavored dust with a feather. She laughed at the thought of a
masculine man like Jacob wrapped in a hot pink condom. She just
didn’t see that happening. All the goodies went back into their
organza bag, and she reached for the next thing on the
cushions.

A coupon for 2 free drinks at the club.
Well, that could go in the trash. She decided she would never again
grace that place.

And last, there was a CD. No cover, no
writing, just a recorded CD. Probably a crappy mix of the club's
strip songs. Of course, curiosity got the better of her, and she
walked to her desk nestled along the front wall of the living room,
and powered up her laptop. After a few seconds, the screen cleared,
and she slid the CD into the drive, hoping it wouldn't wipe her
system. It engaged, giving a soft whirring noise, then a box popped
up asking which program to use to open the data. She chose, and
clicked okay. Another popped up, asking her if she wanted it to
automatically be saved to her online backup site.
Sure, why
not?

Chuckles went on rampage. He was behind her,
attacking something, the sound of ripping fabric harsh in her ears.
She turned to see what the heck had her cat so furious and was
surprised to see he hated her gift teddy bear. It was destroyed.
Fuzz and teddy parts were lying all around the couch, with the
culprit still attacking the larger body section.

“Chuckles!” She threw a pen at him,
startling him from his vicious teddy attack, causing him to jump up
and run.

She turned back to the computer. 32% loaded.
Might as well clean up the destroyed remains of the poor
unfortunate soul who offended Chuckles.

#

Someone was holding a chainsaw to his
ear.

Jacob slowly lifted one eyelid to see who
would dare awake him so early. All he caught was a flash of brown
before being attacked. Something fuzzy was thrown against his face,
claws ready, teeth biting. He had no warning, and after a few
seconds, realized he was fighting a cat. A vicious, one eyed, hell
raising cat. And at the moment, it was winning.

He felt claws tear into his cheek, and teeth
grab hold of his ear. That was it. He grabbed the pillow closest to
him, and began to beat the bloody hell out of the mad, rabid
animal.

It still didn’t let go.
Change of
tactics
. He held the pillow to his face, practically smothering
himself and the cat. But it worked, the cursed animal got in
another scratch or two before squirming free of the pillow and
running to the foot of the bed.

And they just stared at each other. Jacob
wanted to say
You stupid cat, you should be neutered.

And he can imagine the cat’s reply:
You
first, you bastard.

Jacob would then say,
Why the hell did
you attack me for no reason
?

And the cat would say,
I’m a cat, I need
no reason.

Jacob narrowed his eyes at the evil
creature. “Next time, Tom, you won’t be so lucky.”

And the damn cat narrowed his eyes at him.
“Mreownn.” Its tail lifted and swishing it in victory, he left
Jacob to his business.

He went to the bathroom first, smiling at
the memory of Jenna in the shower. When he caught a glimpse at his
face, he cursed the cat with every foul name he had ever heard.
There were scratches along his cheeks, his chin, and forehead.
Granted, none of them were deep enough to warrant more than a good
scrubbing, and few barely broke the skin, but he looked as if he
had been mauled by a clawless bear.

The little droplets of blood washed off
quickly, but the slight sting was still there. Not much he could do
about that other than eliminate the damn cat.

He dug out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt
from his duffel bag, and went in search of Jenna, hoping she hadn’t
sent the flying furry projectile in to kill him in his sleep.

She was knelt down on the floor in her
living room, cleaning up what looked to have previously been some
sort of pillow.

She froze when she spotted him in the
hallway. “What is this?” She held up a handful of fluff.

Jacob thought she was beautiful. Her hair
was down, and she was wearing a snug green shirt with a picture of
cookie monster on it over a pair of hip hugging jeans. Her eyes
were bright green, whether illuminated more by her shirt or
whatever she was feeling, he didn’t know.

“That looks like a maimed pillow,” he began
walking to her, “and I swear I didn’t kill it.”

“Stop right there. Don’t come any closer.”
She held a hand out in warning.

He stopped, thoroughly confused by the woman
holding a ball of fuzz.

“Not the fluff, that’s the bear that was in
the gift bag
you
gave me last night. I’m talking about what
was inside the bear,” Jenna said.

She thrust out her hand again and he looked
closer. True to her word, there was a plastic baggie wrapped in the
fluff.

“Oh, shit,” he said.

“Yeah, no crap. You brought drugs into my
house. What was I thinking? I should have known you were a junkie,
or a dealer, or whatever you are. This is why I never do this,” she
said the last more to herself than to him.

“I didn’t know anything about the drugs. I
swear it. Now you need to listen to me. I have to take those with
me-"

“I’m sure you do. Any drug addict would say
that just so they get away with the drugs. No, you can go without
them, I refuse to be an accomplice in this.” She put her hands on
her hips, glaring at him as if he were the bane of her
existence.

The laptop behind her
pinged,
notifying her of the file download. A voice broke into the heavy
tension in the room.

“
Ace reporting. The files saved are the
orders and reports for the next few weeks. Weapons and bio reports
sustained in code, as you requested. The stats of powder and
cryptonite being pushed are also included. Many clients wished to
remain anonymous, and signed their account transfers accordingly.
Your deposits for the orders are recorded here as well. Ace
out.”

“Oh, shit.” A look of complete horror
crossed her face as she repeated his previous statement. “What are
you involved in?”

“Jenna, listen. Let me explain.” He held his
hand out and began to move towards her.

“Stop, don’t move. I'm calling the cops.”
She started to back up, her hand reaching for the phone on the
small table next to her couch.

“I am a cop,” Jacob blurted out.