She smiled around his fingers and removed them from her mouth. She lowered her lips in front of his. “Then why don’t you show me?” She bit his lip and pulled on it. Her hand darted to the ridge in his pants; she cupped and caressed him through the material before raking her nails against his tip.
He shoved her hand aside and yanked open his zipper, pulling the top of his underwear aside and springing free. He grabbed hold of the piece of floss she was wearing and with a hard tug, it came free. She slid her heat and wetness across his skin and sank down on him in one go. Her body stretched and accommodated him easily.
She braced one hand on the ceiling while leaning back. He gripped her hip and part of her buttock tight in one hand, while his other laid on her shoulder, guiding her further down on his cock. They moved their hips together in a slow grind, his staff hitting her clit and her squeezing him, making his balls draw tight. Their gazes locked as they pleasured each other.
He lost all control when she tilted her head back and demanded huskily. “Fuck me harder.”
Both of his hands were now on her hips and ass as he thrust up and into her with quick, sharp moves. She moaned and he moved a hand to her neck, pushing her slightly back so that she rested on the steering wheel; he took her hard and fast, the slapping sounds of their flesh and heavy breathing the only sounds in the vehicle.
The scent of sex was in the air; she gripped his shoulders tight, and then her hand was in his hair, pulling hard enough to cause some pain but not enough to yank it out.
He gripped her neck and hip hard, certain her skin would be marked with bruises; he would have loosened his strength but her dark eyes stared back at him with excitement and arousal. Encouraging his rough play.
She was a temptress and had him under her spell. Her face was beaded with sweat, her lips were swollen and parted; her tongue peeked out as if she were concentrating. Her hair stuck out at odd angles and her lipstick was gone, but the sight of her and how she looked as they fucked in the car, he would never have imagined in his wildest dreams. She matched him with the same desire and held nothing back.
She pulled hard on his hair again before moving them away; he grunted in protest before he felt his seat fall back. Shifting further against him, Sierra grabbed his hands and placed them on either side of the seat, interlocking them. She now took the lead, sliding up his cock and down harder, impaling herself to his hilt. She was so wet and tight around him; every graze of her flesh against his, and he was almost ready to explode. She leaned forward, her chest against his, and rubbed her nipples against his, their kiss just as hot and all-consuming. Her sighs and moans were like music to his ears, and she clutched his hands hard when she finally let go. The way she squeezed him tight as she came caused him to buck up, his butt cheeks clenching; he uttered a grunt when he felt his cock contract, and he released inside of her.
She collapsed on top of him, her chest against his and their stomachs touching each other from their harsh breathing. Lifting her face, her curls wet and coiled around her forehead and neck, Sierra gave him a wicked grin. Her eyes were still alight with passion. She lifted herself slightly and he slid out of her.
Immediately she dipped her hand between them, taking up both their secretions and feeding her fingers into his mouth for him to taste, then into her own. That’s when he knew she was going to be a problem; it would not be the last time he saw her.
Chapter 11
Sierra sent off her latest manuscript to her publisher and leaned her chin into her hand. Nearby on the desk were her two published books. It still surprised her that her first erotic thriller made number 1 inThe New York TimesandUSA Today.
She used to write a little bit in college but didn’t take it seriously because she had thought her husband would take care of her every need like her father did. After marrying Jacob, she’d abandoned her writing. However, her physiatrist suggested she take up journaling, so she began writing again to pass the time when she moved in with Pat.
She had some dark emotions to work through and decided to write a romantic thriller where the female lead was borderline psychotic, obsessive and manipulative toward the male love interest. She would destroy anyone who got in her way. The male love interest tried to evade her clutches but, in the end succumbed to her will and ended up in her basement as her pet.
Her favorite part of the story were the sex scenes because she pulled them from her memories of Jacob, allowing for some embellishment.
Sierra shifted in her chair, now uncomfortable. Every time she thought about her past life with Jacob, the memories would bring her body to life. When she put her sex life with him down on paper, she ended up hot and bothered, her panties soaked. She would bring out her toys to slack off what her body truly craved, her ex-husband.
She let out a frustrated sigh and decided to look on the bright side. At least now millions of women got to enjoy whatshe no longer could, and her latest book featured the time she’d surprised Jacob by cuffing him to the bed. She loved seeing the cold exterior that he showed everyone one else melt and leave behind a man overcome with arousal, his cock hard, his face flushed, and his jaw tensed. His eyes were so dark at times. She loved the way he opened himself up to her and in those moments, she felt like they were one. Moving together as one, then falling into a deep, satisfied sleep of exhaustion. But that was the only time she felt close to him. The more she tried to get his attention, the worse their marriage became.
And she’d ruined everything and lost it all.
Sierra never shied away from drinking and having a good time, but her drinking got out of control after Kaitlyn was born, as did her jealousy. Even if it was necessary, she couldn’t stand how much of his time he devoted to the office, to the women clientele. And with Kaitlyn, he was open and expressive with his love and affection. Yet with her, he was always guarded and distant except when in bed.
The whole time she was with Jacob, he never told her he loved her. She’d been enamored from the moment she laid eyes on him, and it just increased to the point she fell madly in the love with him. And now she knew it had been obsessive and manipulative type of love. She’d gotten him that way by becoming pregnant, telling herself over time he would be okay with it and fall in love with her because how could he not, she was the mother of his child and then three weeks before the wedding was when she started spotting and bled. She’d kept that a secret until after the ceremony was done. She was so sure that she could still make their marriage work if she didn’t tell him. And after the wedding and honeymoon, it looked like it was working—Sierra got pregnant again not long after.
She had been young, stupid, spoiled and reckless. At the age of twenty-four, she endured a hard life lesson that almost cost her Kaitlyn’s life for it to change the destructive path she was spiraling down. She’d trapped Jacob into a marriage that he did not want. Though he tried to make it work in the beginning, as her drinking got worse, he began to pull away from her.
The wind howling outside her window broke her thoughts and she began to pack up her things for the night. The rain hadn’t started yet, but she knew from her joints aching that it was coming and decided to draw herself a warm bath before turning in early.
She was about to shut off the light in her office when her cell phone rang, and she smiled knowing who was possibly on the other end.
“Valeur, I just sent you the manuscript and this book is better than my last one.” Sierra declared excitedly to her publisher, someone she also considered a friend. “I can’t wait for you to read it because the end will be a shocker to you and the readers.” Sierra knew she had a goofy look of pride on her face that her publisher couldn’t see.
“Sier—ra.” The phone crackled in her ear.
“Hold on a second, Valeur, I can’t hear you.” She moved down the hall and into her bedroom, hoping the reception would be better. She held the wall for some support. “Okay, I think this is better, can’t hear the crackle or static on the line now. So, how was the vacation and you did receive the manuscript, right?”
“Sierra? It was fine, and yes, I got your manuscript.” Though the crackling had stopped, Valeur went quiet, almost long enough for Sierra to ponder if the line dropped. “Sierra, I’m sorry. I just got back in and if I hadn’t been away so long, I could have told you this sooner.”
Sierra frowned, confusion pulling her brows low in reaction. Valeur’s somber tone didn’t make sense; was she releasing her from her contract?
“I know you told me not to, but I have been keeping tabs on her and my contact left me several messages. I only listened to them now.”
