29. Nessa
29
NESSA
J ensen scoops me into his arms and stalks down the hall to my room. Remi is sleeping soundly in his and if all goes well, she’ll stay asleep long enough for me to get a couple more orgasms out of the good sheriff.
“Take your shirt off,” he demands, his eyes wild as they rake over my body.
“Make me.” It’s a taunt, and the way his pupils flare in response is everything I need. Getting naked for Jensen Kade is not a hardship, but my defiance is worth every flex of his forearms and tic of his jaw.
Instead of reaching for mine, he grabs the back of his and pulls it over his head. The cotton rides up his abs and reveals the most delicious ridges and dips of muscle I want to taste.
And I don’t even try to hide the way my tongue peeks out to wet my lips, my mouth watering just looking at him.
“I dare you,” he murmurs.
“Don’t you worry, Sheriff, I’ll get what I want.” I saunter a step closer. “Question is will you?”
Jensen’s hand fists in my shirt as he yanks me flush against his body, my breath hitching when I feel his cock, long and hard against my belly.
“I want to fuck you into this mattress. I want to make you bury your face in the pillow as you scream my name.” His hand twists the fabric tighter, the cotton rubbing mercilessly against my nipples. “And then I’m gonna bury my face between your legs and lick your pussy until you’re too damn tired to move.” His other hand skates under the hem of my shirt, his fingers teasing the crease of my ass. “Would you like that, Trouble?”
“Don’t disappoint, Sheriff.”
Pushing out of his hold, I drag my shirt up my body, relishing the way he takes in every inch of skin that’s revealed.
He’s hungry.
For me.
The thought has my heart beating wildly in my chest as I sit back on the bed, propping myself up on my elbows and bending one knee.
Fishing a condom from his pocket, he tosses it next to me and takes his sweet time pulling his belt from the loops of his jeans and discarding it on the floor. Deft fingers work the button open before dragging the zipper down as my arousal pools between my legs.
I want so badly to tell him we don’t need a condom—that there’s no chance of me getting pregnant—but I can’t.
More importantly, I won’t.
Jensen doesn’t deserve my truth—not many people do. And even if we did get there someday, it still wouldn’t change today.
My vision is unfocused, my internal debate sending me on a near spiral, but it’s not enough for me to miss the way Jensen’s hands still—the way his whole body stills.
He watches me, my eyes not quite meeting his.
Taking a step forward, his knee sinks into the mattress as his thumb and forefinger grip my chin. “Where did you go?”
“Nowhere.”
“Do not lie to me, Nessa. Ever. I won’t tolerate it.”
“You don’t get to demand my truths, Sheriff.”
To his credit, his eyes never leave mine even though the scars across my abdomen are on full display.
“Just be here with me.”
“I am.”
“Then that’s enough.” The for now is left unspoken, but it hangs in the air between us just the same. He has no idea what he’s asking, but part of me hopes he sticks around long enough to try.
Standing to his full height, he shucks his jeans and boxer briefs, the movements elegant and sure as he climbs over me.
The frenzy that had him carrying me down the hall is gone and I need it back—desperately.
He’s looking at me like he wants to make love, and there’s no way in hell. Digging my nails into the hard cheeks of his ass, I do my best to pull him on top of me, my pussy damn near whimpering at the need to grind against his erection until I’m coming all over him and he’s flipping me over so he can fuck me like he promised.
“Whatever you’re thinkin’… don’t, ” I hiss but it only makes him chuckle, low and dangerous.
“You sure? I’m thinkin’ about whether or not I should tie you to this bed so I can make sure I have your full attention.”
“Don’t you think you’ve teased me enough already?”
“I’ve barely gotten started, Trouble.” He smirks, sitting back as he rips open the condom and rolls it down his length. “Grip the pillow behind your head.”
He waits, and so for the first time tonight, I do what I’m told. Grabbing the other pillow, he shoves it under my hips as he pulls me toward him, his hands gripping my knees as he spreads me wide.
I’m laid out and exposed to him.
For him.
And it’s the absolute greatest high knowing he wants to devour me.
Ruin me.
Fuck me until I can’t move.
Sitting back on his heels, Jensen lines me up with his cock, my body stretched and my back arched as he pushes inside me. Long hard strokes fill me in a way that’s deliciously teasing but almost cruel. I need him hard and feral as he pounds into me—I need the release.
Like a tiny gift from heaven, he lets my knees slide up to rest in the crooks of his elbows, his fingers digging into my ass and kneading the flesh, spreading me open before slamming into me over and over.
The pace is maddening. A hard thrust followed by a slow retreat has every cell in my body primed and begging for release. My tits bounce as he buries himself inside me, my nipples aching for his tongue and his mouth. I can feel my eyelids flutter closed, the sheer ecstasy too much to handle.
I need him everywhere.
“Eyes on me, Trouble. You’re gonna know exactly who owns this pussy when you’re coming all over my dick.”
My lips part at the sheer audacity of his words, a retort at the ready when he circles his hips, grinding against me as he pistons inside me hard and deep. I gasp and moan but he doesn’t stop.
Thank God he doesn’t stop.
My orgasm is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, my face practically tingling and my vision blurring around the edges as I shatter. Jensen’s expression is unhinged as he watches me, my walls strangling his cock as I come.
The waves of pleasure feel like they last forever, but where my body feels warm and sated, Jensen is anything but.
“You didn’t…” I whisper, partially in awe and partially in anticipation, his body flexing and tense as he finally pulls out.
“That was for you,” he growls, leaning back before flipping me onto my stomach and yanking my hips back. “ This is for me.”
JENSEN
I’m not sure I’ve ever come so hard in my life as I had being buried inside Nessa’s tight pussy, gripping and spanking her ass as she screamed my name into the pillow. I’d said it in the heat of the moment, but I think we both surprised the hell out of ourselves and each other with the intensity of me finally being inside her.
I’d wanted nothing more than to wipe that self-satisfied look off her face—the one that said she was in control and nothing was going to change that.
But I had.
I’d changed both of us—I just didn’t know what it meant yet.
“I gotta hand it to you, Sheriff,” Nessa says with a lazy smile, her hair mussed and her cheeks flushed. “You definitely know what you’re doing with that thing.”
Her eyes drop to where the sheet covers my dick, and even though I’m spent, the damn thing still twitches at the praise like there’s any chance in hell I could rally this soon.
“I’d be insulted by your lack of faith, but I’m far too happy knowing my hand print is still visible on your perfect ass.” Her cheeks flush as she wiggles against the mattress.
“I didn’t know I’d like that,” she admits, and it feels like winning the lottery because I know for a fact that Nessa Hart doesn’t reveal things like that to just anyone.
So I give her a truth of my own.
“I liked doin’ it,” I breathe as I pull the sheet down her stomach and suck one nipple into my mouth. She gasps, fisting my hair and holding me in place as I bite and lick the bud with enthusiasm before pulling back. “And I think it’s been a long while since you’ve been fucked properly, Miss Hart.”
“Don’t start fishin’ for compliments, Sheriff. It’s unbecoming of a lawman such as yourself.”
“Is that right?” I drawl, pulling the sheet the rest of the way down her body. “Good thing I’m off duty then, isn’t it?” My hand absentmindedly caresses the lean muscle of her side and the curve of her hip before my fingers dance across her silky skin and across her stomach.
Nessa’s body tenses as I trace over the faded scars on her abdomen, and my eyes meet hers to ask the unspoken question. They’re surgical and old, but if her reaction to my touch is any indication, the trauma still lingers like they’re fresh.
“I was in a car accident when I was fifteen,” she says quietly. “My sister was driving. She had just turned eighteen, and I remember thinking how excited I was to be able to drive myself home soon. My birthday was coming up and my mother had promised she’d take me to get my permit. It felt like freedom was within my reach.”
“I hated when my brother drove us to school. He never let us pick the radio station.”
She chuckles softly. “You’re showing your age, Sheriff.”
“You weren’t complaining about my age a minute ago.”
“I’m still not.” She smirks and then sighs. “Anyway, we were coming home from practice and some deer ran out into the road. We swerved and avoided them the best we could, but the truck behind us never slowed down. He slammed into the back end of our car and sent us over the embankment. We rolled a couple of times before slamming into a tree. The guy who hit us never stopped. My sister was hurt but able to call for help, but I don’t remember anything until I woke up in the hospital.”
“Did they catch the guy?”
She nods, her fingers running through my hair as my chin now rests on her belly. “I guess someone saw him right after it happened and called once they heard about our crash. The damage to his truck was extensive, and he was well known by police already so it wasn’t hard to put the pieces together. I didn’t want to know any extra details about it at the time.”
My fingers trace over the scar again. “And this?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I was rushed into the OR for internal bleeding. They said it took a long time to make me stable and that I’m lucky to be alive.”
Her smile is soft but sad, and I know there’s something she’s left out of her story. But I won’t press because I’ve done enough prying for one night.
“I’m sorry that happened to you.” She shrugs one naked shoulder, the movement lifting her breast, tempting my lips and tongue.
Again.
“It was a long time ago, and my concerns at the time were for my sister and whether or not I’d be able to play soccer again.”
“How are things with your sister now?” I ask, knowing that Sydney Hart has more than made a name for herself on an international stage playing tennis.
“Strained,” she admits. “I never blamed her for the accident, and she never stopped blaming herself for what happened.”
Nessa doesn’t look at me as she says it but I feel the magnitude of it all the same. She’s dominated soccer for years now, so by all accounts she made a full recovery. If that were the end of the story, Sydney wouldn’t have any reason to still feel guilty.
Whatever it is weighs down on us like an untouchable force, but after everything we’ve shared tonight, I won’t let the somberness be what we remember.
Moving between her legs, I watch as amusement replaces the darkness in her eyes.
“Whatcha doin’, Sheriff?”
“I do believe I promised to lick this sweet pussy until you were too tired to move.”
She grins, making a show of resting her legs over my shoulders one at a time, my face nestled between her thighs. “Well, get to it then.”
“Yes, ma’am.”