Urban Renewal (Urban Elite Book 1) (8 page)

Jack

“Hey,” Valerie murmurs from the doorway. I look up from my bed where I’m doing some work on my laptop. She looks me over, her hot gaze lingering on my torso and shoulders. I didn’t bother with a t-shirt after my shower tonight, just an old pair of drawstring pants that do nothing to hide my sudden erection as I lay the laptop aside.

Her eyes widen briefly as she takes in the view. She clears her throat. “I just wanted to say goodnight before I head back to my place. I still have some packing to do.”

I pick up the glass of bourbon I’ve been working on and toss it back, watching her over the rim. The bottle of Old Rip Van Winkle is on my nightstand so I reach for it, pour myself another and take a small sip, never taking my eyes off her. The hair on the back of my neck stands at attention and I swear I feel a tingle at the base of my spine as the sexual tension that’s always simmering between us bursts into full flame. The predator in me likes what I see when she tosses her hair over her shoulders like a nervous colt and smooths the fabric of her skirt with trembling hands.

I set the glass on the nightstand and slowly slide my legs over the side of the bed. Her body tenses in anticipation as I prowl toward her and I fucking love it.
No, Valerie going home just isn’t going to happen.
I stand in front of her, not quite touching but close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body. I reach around her and close the door. Her breath hitches when I flip the dead bolt.

“Yeah, think again, babe.” I grab a fistful of her blonde hair and tug hard, jerking her toward me. She’s breathing heavily as she slams into my chest. I run my tongue along her jaw and clamp down on her ear lobe just hard enough to let her know she’ll be leaving when I say so, and right now I’m thinking she’s not going anywhere tonight. The way her curves melt into me lets me know she’s on board with my plans.

“That’s a good girl, you’re getting the message.” She bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes, leaning her head back against the wall as I slowly unbutton her shirt and let it drop to the floor. I run the back of my hand along the ripe curve of her cleavage, my knuckles pressing into the soft flesh that’s straining against her lacy white bra. I recognize it as a recent gift. I hum softly in approval as I slide my fingertips beneath the lace and feel her heart flutter under my hand. She knows how this works; she wears the lingerie I give her or she pays the price for disobeying me.

“Don’t fucking move,” I growl in her ear before I return to the bed and retrieve my three fingers of bourbon from the nightstand. With the glass tilted up to my lips, I prowl back over to her while taking a long draw of the amber liquid. When I reach her, I lean in and press an open-mouth kiss on the plump flesh of her breast. I linger there, suckling the velvety skin as I savor the smooth combination of fine Kentucky bourbon and her unique essence. She moans and I know her knees are getting weak. I also know her panties are soaked because the scent of her arousal is in the air between us.
Yeah, this is just what I need.

“You know,” I murmur as I set the glass down on the credenza to the left of the door, “I think that’s what drew you to me in the first place. We took one look at each other and recognized what we needed. You could tell that I take what I want and you had never been taken before, not really.” I let my lips wander in a lazy trail up to her collarbone as my hand skims over her hip to her ass, kneading the firm flesh and pressing her belly against my hard-on. “But you wanted it. You had wanted to be taken for a very…very…long time.”

My fingers move with expertise, unhooking her bra and letting it slide down her arms to the floor. I dip a finger into the glass, this time letting the bourbon drip over a dusky rose nipple. Her back arches as I lick the flesh to a firm peak.

“Oh, fuck, Jack,” she moans as her breath catches in her throat.

“That’s it… there it is,” I rasp against her skin. I unzip her skirt, sliding it down over her hips. She kicks the fabric into a corner while I hook my thumbs under the sides of her dainty white G-string. One hard yank and I’m tossing the shredded fabric across the floor to join her skirt.

“I wonder what that sweet pussy of yours will taste like when it’s dripping with fine bourbon. Ah, you’re moaning again, baby.” I drop down to my knees and smack the inside of her thigh so she’ll spread her legs for me. “Mmm, and so very wet for me,” I rasp as my fingers toy with her slick folds and slide inside before I pull away to dip a finger in the bourbon one last time, this time drizzling it over her clit. I tilt my head back so I can watch her watch me lapping up all that bourbon. I exaggerate the long swipes of my tongue over her swollen bundle of nerves, making sure I get it all.

“Mmm, tastes good. Pussy and nine hundred dollar Kentucky bourbon, that’s nice. Can I have more, baby, more of that hot little pussy? Can I sink my cock down in there real deep until you’re begging me to come? Hmm?” She nods frantically, her breathing ragged as I swipe more of the bourbon over a firm, peaked nipple.

“Now, play with your tits for me. Give me a show like a good girl or I’m going to have to stop.” She runs her hands up over her stomach to her gorgeous, heavy breasts and squeezes them over and over, her heavy-lidded eyes starting to glaze over. “Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I groan hungrily, just before I bury my tongue in her soaked opening and suck on her clit. Her legs start to shake as I work my magic until she’s melting in my mouth like fine chocolate.

I grip her ass with both hands and press her hard into my mouth as she lets go. As her pleasure gushes over my tongue, her flavor puts that Kentucky bourbon to shame.

I don’t give her time to recover before I pull her down onto her hands and knees. With my pants pushed down over my hips, I grip my cock and slide the broad head back and forth through her luscious pussy lips. “I’ve been a gentleman all goddamn day, woman. I’m. Fucking. Done. Gonna take you any way I want now, you hear me?”

“Fuck, yes… Do it…,” she groans as she lowers her head to the floor and tilts her ass up toward me. I’ve got the weight of the world on my shoulders these days, decisions and responsibilities everywhere I turn. But right now, as my hand slides over the lush curve of her ass, my life is simple and, fuck me, but it’s a beautiful sight.

As always, Valerie reads me so easily and knows what I need. “Give it all to me, Jack, I want you to. Take it out on me…”

Well, shit. I never could tell her no. With a guttural groan, I thrust the full length of my cock into her sweet snatch and hold her still against me as I struggle for control. I smack my hand down on her ass and pull back to study the red handprint as it gleams on her ivory skin. Can’t resist reaching down to stroke it – fuck, it’s the next best thing to beating my fists on my chest like a goddamn caveman.

My hands grip her hips like a vice and I brace for what I know will be a punishing pace for both of us. I signal my intentions with a hard swivel of my hips and begin to thrust in earnest. I’m determined to control her pleasure as we move together in a relentless rhythm that borders on brutal. My head rolls back when her inner walls squeeze me like a goddamn fist. When that telltale surge of heat starts to tingle in my lower back, I stroke her clit the way she likes, determined to bring her along with me. I leave her in no doubt that I’m calling the shots here as I gasp in her ear, “You better come with my cock buried in you or you’re in trouble.”

Right on cue, her body clamps down on me as she comes apart and claws at the carpet like a feral creature in ecstasy. My orgasm surges through me and I roar with pleasure as my cock pulses inside her.

Moments later, we’ve barely moved, both of us still gasping for breath. With my chest curved over her back and my arms wrapped around her waist, I know I’ve given her what she needs, what no other man can give her. My hand glides down her lower back and over her ass as our breathing slows. With a soft kiss to her shoulder, I gently pick her up and hold in her in my arms, getting us settled in bed for the night.

She’s practically purring as she drifts off to sleep in my arms. I kiss the top of her head and pull her closer against me, enjoying the quiet as I finish off my bourbon.
Life is good.

Jack

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Mm, I slept well. I’m glad I stayed.”

“You mean you’re glad I
made
you stay.”

“You say tomato, I say tamahto.” She stretches like a feline and my cock stirs -- my cock that’s already a fine example of morning wood.

“Girl, you better watch it or you’re going to be late,” I smirk as I arch a brow at her and stroke my cock, my intentions crystal clear. She jumps up buck ass naked and darts for the shower before I can grab her.

“No can do, darlin’. We’ve got a sicko out there cutting up women, remember?”

I groan, punching my fist into the pillow. This guy’s not only a serial killer, now he’s a cockblocker too. Finally I haul my ass out of bed and follow her. She may just find herself up against the shower wall and getting fucked anyway. I slip into the shower and she moves back, allowing the water to wash over me. I grab the shampoo and begin lathering her hair as I talk quietly. “I want you to be careful. This sick fuck wants to play and I don’t want him setting his sights on you.”

“Jealous already?”

I know she’s teasing me but I’m not feeling playful, not when it concerns the woman I love. I clamp my fingers tightly in her hair and lean in, whispering, “You think that’s funny? Well, let’s see how funny you think
this
is.” As my free hand slides down between her legs, I continue, “You’re mine, Valerie. I’m still dealing with the fact that we aren’t partners anymore. I don’t like being out of the loop and I damn sure don’t like being out of control. Especially where you’re concerned.”

Her hands grip my hair, pulling me into her as her tongue searches my mouth. I lean against the shower wall and pick her up with ease, holding on to her ass as I slide her down onto my cock.

“I like you being in control, Jack,” she gasps, “and I damn sure like the whole territorial thing you’ve got going on.” She meets my gaze head on, her voice grim as her body goes deathly still. “But don’t underestimate me because I look like a Barbie doll. When it’s life or death, I’ll shoot a perp right between the eyes and smile while I’m doing it.”

“Well, you know me, babe, I’m all about ‘girl power’. Now shut up and fuck me.”