Jackson (Doms of Club Indigo #4)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

MID AUGUST

“Paula, wake up,” Jackson Cagney said, pulling up to his condo and gently shaking the leg of the co-worker who’d asked to come home with him from their friends’ double wedding.

She’d been totally flirty and into it at the reception, but had fallen asleep on the forty-minute drive back to his place.

She stirred slightly as he opened the door and reached over her to release her safety belt.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

He rested his hand on her leg, prepared to wake her up and ask for her address to take her home.

He didn’t know how she would react when startled, but he was prepared for anything.

Paula’s eyes flew open and, sure enough, her hand went for her gun, or rather where her gun would be had she been on duty.

Jackson chuckled. “Would you really shoot an innocent man for trying to help you out of a car?”

The next instant, Paula attacked him, but not in the way he had feared. She latched onto him and pressed her mouth to his. She was aggressive, biting at his lips and rubbing her body against his. His dick went from semi-erect to ramrod straight in seconds.

Okay then. So much for taking her home. He was human after all, and she was certainly willing.

On instinct, Jackson grasped her roaming hands and pressed them to her sides while their tongues dueled for dominance.

He transferred her wrists to his left hand behind her back and used his right to hold her head at an angle more to his liking.

Not wanting to physically overwhelm her, Jackson softened the kiss.

A shudder went through Paula, and Jackson could pinpoint the exact moment she let go and gave in. It was a heady, beautiful feeling to have her submit to him. She was his!

As sexy as this was, he needed to control himself or they would be fucking here in front of his condo for all to see. Mrs. Novak would definitely notice, because the woman never seemed to sleep and always knew all the gossip.

Jackson broke the kiss with effort, his breathing ragged. Paula was already reaching for him again, her mouth hot against his jaw, her hands wandering with purpose.

“Not here,” he muttered, glancing at Mrs. Novak’s lit window. That woman would sell tickets if she could.

Paula gave a breathy laugh and tried to pull him back down for another kiss. “Then move faster.”

He didn’t need more encouragement. Jackson yanked open the door, hauled her out of the car, and half-dragged, half-carried her toward the condo.

She was relentless, and his knees almost buckled when she grabbed his ass and nibbled at his neck.

If they didn’t get inside soon, they’d be putting on a show for the entire damn neighborhood.

As soon as he closed the door behind them, he pressed her up against it and claimed her mouth again. When she tried to wrap her arms around his neck, he intercepted them and pressed them above her head.

She stiffened for the slightest moment before she gave in to him—again.

Damn! If he wasn’t in the middle of it, he wouldn’t have believed it. Detective Sergeant Paula Stone was sexually submissive.

Jackson bent down and pulled her up over his shoulder.

“Hey.” Paula protested and tried to lift her upper body.

He almost lost his balance and leaned into the wall where his map of Middle-Earth hung.

Jackson swatted her ass. “Hold still,” he growled. “I don’t want to drop you.”

He grinned as Paula went limp against his back, like a rag doll. With his nose this close to her crotch, he could smell her arousal, and it made him aware of his own erect cock as the zipper pressed cruelly against his skin.

Maneuvering through the door and into the bedroom, he lowered Paula to his bed.

Fuck she looked good there, but they were both wearing far too much clothing.

Jackson had dropped his coat and tie long before they’d left the wedding, but he was still wearing his vest, dress shirt, and formal slacks.

He unbuttoned the vest and shirt and draped them over the valet stand in the corner of his room.

His slacks were next, and he groaned in relief as his straining cock sprang free.

Paula lay on his bed like a pagan sacrifice and smiled as she took him in.

He stood taller, his chest rising with a deep breath as if her attention alone confirmed his own worth.

She trailed her gaze down his body and halted at his groin.

He liked how her eyes widened when she licked her lips.

A drop of precum had already formed at the slit of his cock, and he used it as lubrication to work his hand up and down his shaft.

She followed his every movement and raised herself onto her elbows to get a better view.

“You’re wearing way too many clothes,” he told her. “Rule number one: never wear more clothes than I do.”

Confused eyes blinked up at his statement, but then she scrambled to remove her clothes, dropping them next to the bed in a haphazard pile. Okay, she scored points with her prompt acquiescence to his order, even if her sloppiness would earn her a punishment in the future.

“On the bed.” Jackson’s voice was hoarse.

She had been hiding a beautiful physique under those boring pantsuits—luscious curves over a muscled form. She obviously worked out, but not so much that she’d lost her womanly appeal. He liked that she wasn’t shy about her body.

“Grab the headboard and don’t let go,” he ordered.

Paula looked above her head and obeyed.

“I’m going to lick and suck and kiss every inch of your skin, and you’re going to let me. Then, I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready,” he promised.

Paula arched a brow, smiling like she knew exactly how to push his buttons. “Then you better make it worth the wait.”

His cock twitched. Oh, he liked her sass.

“Don’t let go unless you’re in pain or having second thoughts. Just say ‘stop,’ and I will.”

He started at her left foot, lifting her leg and bringing her foot to his mouth. He kissed along her leg and continued working up and up. Her arousal saturated the air as he moved closer and closer to her pussy.

He sensed her breaking her hold before he felt her hands tangling in his hair. He gave her his Dom stare, and after a few intense seconds she returned her hands to the headboard.

Good girl!

Lifting her right foot, Jackson repeated the same slow, deliberate strokes.

She groaned in frustration but kept her hands firmly planted this time.

Good girl. As a reward, he dragged the flat of his tongue over her pussy, pausing just long enough to meet her eyes from between her thighs.

Her pupils had swallowed the blue of her irises, leaving only a rim of color around the black.

Her grip held steady, just as he’d commanded. That obedience—earned, not given—lit something fierce and satisfied inside him. He pressed a kiss just below her navel, then dipped his tongue into her bellybutton with playful intent, already imagining how far he could push her before she broke.

Paula bucked. “Quit teasing.”

He leaned in and bit the soft underside of her breast. The bite was not enough to bruise, but hard enough to make her scream.

“Don’t try to control this,” he murmured against her flushed skin. “Just feel. Just enjoy.”

She grumbled, but her hands didn’t leave the headboard. Not even that bite had shaken her grip.

He slid his hands up and caught her nipples between his fingers, twisting and squeezing. Her breath hitched and then turned into a moan that vibrated through him.

Flushed and panting, she looked torn between surrender and rebellion, and he wouldn’t have her any other way.

Apparently, she liked a little bite of pain with her pleasure. Although not a hardcore sadist like his friend Connor, Jackson did enjoy torturing pretty nipples and sweet pussies.

She flushed and moaned, and her breath came in shallow bursts.

A hit of adrenaline arrowed straight to his chest. Her body obeyed him and craved him A hot, full sensation settled behind his sternum.

His muscles stayed loose, but his mind lit up with sharp, focused pride.

She hadn’t even realized how deep she’d fallen under.

He didn’t need a mirror to know what his face looked like—self-assured, unbothered, the kind of man who got exactly what he wanted and enjoyed every second of it.

Jackson trailed kisses down her body then pushed aside her legs. Her pussy was already glistening with wetness, and he intended to make her wetter.

Wedging his shoulders between her legs, he exposed the pink flesh of her pussy and her bud of nerves.

What would she like?

He tested by rubbing along the side of her clitoris and over the hood. Not much reaction. He coated his finger in wetness and placed it right on top of the bud. A sensual moan was his reward.

All right then.

He grinned and lowered his head, tongue flicking and circling her clit with sheer determination. When her thighs trembled, he slid two fingers into her soaked heat, then added a third, stretching her just enough to make her gasp.

It didn’t take long to find the spot that made her breath catch. The moment he curled his fingers and pressed, Paula arched clean off the mattress, a choked cry slipping past her lips as she rocked against his mouth.

God, he loved how her body gave him everything he asked for without hesitation and no filter, just raw and desperate need.

From the feeling around his fingers, he suspected she did Kegel exercises, and he couldn’t wait to feel her squeeze his dick.

Time to push her over the edge.

He sucked her clit in his mouth and teased the bud with his tongue then crooked his fingers on her G-spot as though telling it to ‘come here.’ The first signs of her orgasm were the little tremors in her belly and thighs, then her pussy started to spasm, and Paula wailed as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her.

Jackson eased her down from her climax, until her only sounds were shuddering moans and ragged breathing.

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and ripped off the foil package.

After he sheathed his dick with the thin latex membrane, he looked over at Paula and almost came immediately.

She was still gripping the headboard. Her shoulders and arms had to be hurting by now, so he pried her hands away and eased down her arms.

Paula groaned as he massaged her arms and shoulders, and blood started to flow again. When Jackson was positive she was comfortable again, he settled between her legs and aligned the tip of his cock with her entrance.

“Look at me,” he ordered hoarsely.

Paula opened her eyes, and he looked down into her as he entered her. Strong muscles gripped him, and he groaned in pleasure.

“Squeeze down on me when I pull back.” Jackson started moving, and once again Paula did as he told her.

His eyes rolled back while he pounded his hips. Determined to take her over with him, he found her clit and started to play with it in time with his thrusts.

Paula started to thrash her head around on the pillow, and her hot pussy squeezed the hell out of his dick. She was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration, flushed from her breasts to her cheeks—a sight to behold in all her passion and abandon.

Sweat collected on Jackson’s back and began dripping from his forehead.

All coherent thought left his mind as he pummeled into her and drove them both to orgasm. His spine tingled and his balls drew up, preparing to shoot his load. He pressed down on her clit, and her orgasm billowed around him taking the last of his reserve.

Paula curled her arms around him and pulled him on top of her. They both lay panting for a moment. Jackson swirled his hips one last time with a lazy motion, before withdrawing. Her shudder pained him, but he needed to take care of the condom.

As he returned from the bathroom with a damp washcloth, sleepy eyes met his. “Jackson Cagney, you’re a stallion. Let’s do that again sometime,” Paula mumbled, splayed out on her back as she promptly fell asleep.

Jackson looked down in wonderment at the blonde who had been the star of so many of his fantasies.

Her cool exterior and her turning down all advances from people at the police department had given her the nickname H?agen-Dazs , because she was cold as ice and everyone wanted a taste of her.

He now knew that under the layer of ice smoldered a fire that burned hotter than Mount Doom in Mordor.

He put away the washcloth and pulled the sheet over her. Her body would cool down soon.

Jackson shook his head as he started to gather and fold her clothes.

To his utter amazement, there was a sexual submissive hiding under that harsh outer shell.

He needed to talk to her the next morning to find out how deep that submissive streak ran.

Could it be possible that they were compatible in more ways than only sexually?

He went to sleep dreaming of a future with her.