8.
Jewel will do whatever the hell Jewel wants because she’s a strong young woman who’s only going to get stronger. She’s a force and she knows it, and God help anyone who gets in her way.
Mayne Badeaux
JEWEL
This is a horrible idea. Very bad. The worst idea in the history of ideas.
But his cock is so hard right now. It’s a shame to waste such a fantastic specimen that’s obviously waiting for me.
Why is my inner voice whining like that? Usually, she stays in ultra-bitch mode, but put her within reach of that cock and she suddenly throws herself down and puts her legs in the air!
Stop talking about your inner voice like she’s an actual person, Jewel. Emerald would have a field day with that one.
But really, what would it hurt to ride him for just a minute? Didn’t I promise myself to follow my dreams and never let anything get in my way? I sure as hell did, and I’ve been dreaming of having this man naked in bed again for months. Why is that a problem now?
Because it’s a very bad idea!
Stop talking to yourself, weirdo!
“Cut that shit out,” Ziggy murmured against my ear before he nipped lightly at my earlobe.
“Cut what out?”
“Put a sock in your inner monologue and get out of your head, Kitten.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, and stop calling me that.”
“But you like it when I tell you what to do,” he said, his hands running up my thighs, pulling my skirt up until he hooked his thumb in the elastic of my thong. “I seem to remember you liked it a lot.”
“Do you ever shut up?” I asked angrily, ripping my top off and tossing it aside.
Since his hands were busy, I pulled the cup of my bra down to give his mouth access to my nipple, hoping he’d quit reading my mind and do all the wonderful things I remembered from our wild night together.
He trailed kisses down my chest, and I let my head fall back.
The second he pulled my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard enough to leave me raw, I whispered, “That’s the perfect way to get you to be quiet. ”
He let my nipple go and chuckled. “Anytime you want me to shut up, either whip out one of these delectable breasts or lean back and invite me to eat your pussy. I can’t irritate you when my mouth is full.”
I tugged his head back toward me. He laughed softly before tracing my nipple with the tip of his tongue, then closed his mouth around it again. A firm grip on my hips was followed by the unmistakable pop of my panties giving way.
“You owe me a new pair of . . .”
He pushed two fingers deep inside, and I gasped, my complaint forgotten.
When his thumb touched my clit, I didn’t care what he owed me.
For that matter, I wasn’t even sure of my own name.
I did, however, remember his, chanting it as his fingers worked that familiar magic in a rhythm my body remembered perfectly.
“Ziggy, oh, fuck!” I whispered, riding his hand.
He moaned around my nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pain through me before he reared his head back to look up at my face. “Do you want me to eat your pussy now, or fuck you first and . . .”
I didn’t even let him finish. I growled, “Fuck me, now!”
“Put your claws away, Kitten. Ask me nicely,” Ziggy chided, his hand stilling. “Come on, sweetheart. You know you want it, so just ask me.”
I sucked in a deep breath and rolled my hips, trying to force his fingers deeper so my clit could bump against his thumb again.
“Just one little word is all I need to hear.”
My mind warred with my body. It wasn’t in my nature to give in, but I wanted this. I needed this. For once, I didn’t give a shit about being in control, taking charge, or getting things done my way.
Just like our first night together.
“Please fuck me, Nip,” I whispered against his lips.
Apparently, that was exactly what he needed to hear.
He didn’t even seem to care about the nickname.
Suddenly, those slow hands picked up the pace.
Using the fingers inside me to lift my hips, his free hand yanked open the belt, button, and zipper, freeing the magnificent cock I’d obsessed over months ago.
He stretched me, pushing up in a single thrust that burned so deliciously I wanted to feel it forever. I wanted it in the morning when I rolled out of bed, and I wanted to feel it right before falling asleep at night.
My eyes flew open at the random thought. Ziggy smacked my ass. “Tell her to shut the hell up and focus on me, Kitten.”
“Tell who?” I gasped as Ziggy’s fingers dug into my hips, pressing me down to sheath his entire length inside me.
“Ask me later,” Ziggy growled, lifting me up and slamming me down again.
I let go of his neck and ran my hands over his shoulders to his biceps, loving the way his muscles flexed as he lifted me with effortless strength.
I tightened my thighs to help, though I doubted he needed it.
Clearly, the man spent a lot of time in the gym, which tracked, since I wasn’t sure what else he was good for.
Other than this, of course.
Ziggy let go of my hips with a sigh. I blinked in shock when his head fell back against the couch.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Do you have a cramp?”
“No. I have a pain in my ass.”
“I haven’t even touched your ass, but if you’re into that, I’m game,” I announced.
Ziggy snapped his head and stared at me in shock for a few seconds. “You’re the most maddening and confusing woman I’ve ever met, Kitten.”
“That makes sense, because you’re way too pretty to be smart. So far, you’re only intelligent when you’re plugged into a higher power. So either fuck me or shut up.”
“Are you calling yourself a goddess, or just your pussy?”
I didn’t answer him. Instead, I ordered, “Less talkie, more fuckie, Nip. Come on! I know you can do it if you concentrate.”
“You know, half the time I don’t even fucking like you.”
“If that’s the case, then I’m not working hard enough,” I said, lifting myself to get off his lap. His hands clamped onto my hips, anchoring me in place. I squirmed against him, and he let out a low chuckle. It would have infuriated me if he hadn’t immediately pressed his thumb against my clit.
He lifted me again, holding me there with just the head of his cock inside me. “When my dick is inside you . . .”
“Less talkie!”
“The only thing I want to hear out of your mouth is my name as you scream in pleasure. Can you do that, or is that too much to ask?”
He didn’t give me a chance to answer. He slammed me down on his lap again, fisted his hand in the hair at my nape, and pulled my mouth to his for a blisteringly hot kiss.
I rode him like my life depended on it. In a way, it did, because I knew if I didn’t orgasm soon, my entire body would catch fire and leave nothing but ash.
As I bounced on his lap, Ziggy groaned into my mouth, the sound only spurring me to move faster.
I wanted my own orgasm, but more than that, I wanted him to lose control the way he always made me do.
I was hovering right on the verge of a mind-blowing climax when he smacked my ass again, his palm drifting lower.
The second his finger pressed against my ass, I detonated with a harsh shout, collapsing against him as I rode his hand and his cock at the same time.
Ziggy grunted as my muscles clamped around him.
He groaned loudly, releasing his warmth deep inside me.
I kept moving against him until I’d wrung every drop from his body and the last tremors of my release had faded.
Only then did I slow my hips, keeping his softening cock inside me, hoping to coax another round out of him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Ziggy murmured. “I could do this. . .”
“Did you say ten percent? How much is that going to cost?”
A look of horror passed over Ziggy’s face. I sighed and looked down at our laps. My skirt covered my ass and our connection, but our position made it glaringly obvious what we’d been doing.
“Get out!” I yelled.
“Oh, shit! Didn’t mean to interrupt . . . I’ll just . . . but I wanted to know . . .”
“Not right now!”
“Breakfast in the morning, Ziggy?” Brooklyn asked. Ziggy sputtered for a second, obviously unable to answer, so Brooklyn just forged ahead. “See you two then? Let’s say nine o’clock?”
“Either get the fuck out or get naked and join in, but right now, neither of us is in the mood to talk business!”
Brooklyn’s laughter echoed through the wall after the door connecting our rooms slammed shut. Suddenly, Ziggy recovered his voice. “Is that an option? Because if it is, I’m game.”
Without thinking, I pinched his arm and glared down into his face. “If you’re fucking me, you’re only fucking me!”
“Is that a declaration, Kitten?”
“Your uncovered dick is still in my pussy, so I guess it is.”
“As far as proposals go, that’s a little out there. But I’d expect nothing less from a woman with fire like yours.”
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ZIGGY
“Every time you do that, I get the urge to wrap the lamp cord around your neck and push you out of bed,” Jewel murmured without opening her eyes.
“You’ve made me paranoid,” I said, pulling her closer.
“How?”
“After your disappearing act last time, I’m afraid you’re going to disappear without a word again.”
“You do realize this is my hotel room, correct?”
“Doesn’t mean you won’t take off,” I argued petulantly, knowing exactly how weak that sounded.
Apparently, Jewel felt the same way. She laughed softly, snuggling against my side. “I know you have a lot on your plate right now, what with the breathing and blinking at the same time, but take a second to analyze what you just said.”
“Wow. Even at half strength, you’re a ball-buster.”
“You seemed to enjoy what I did with your balls.”
“I sure as hell did, but you know that’s not what I’m talking about.”
Jewel shrugged, but I felt it against my chest more than I saw it in the dim light from the cracked bathroom door.
“According to my mom. I’ve been talking shit since I was about nine months old.
As a medical professional with a deep understanding of child brain development, I think she might be stretching the truth.
But my older siblings seem to remember the same thing. ”
I thought about it for a few seconds. “At nine months old, my kids were pointing, grunting, and throwing in the occasional squeal.”
“That’s perfectly normal behavioral progress for a child of that age.”
“But you were more advanced than that?”
“So were my brothers, Spruce and Terran, along with my sister, Petra.”
“What about the others? The older ones?”
“Mom said they were perfectly normal children.”
“But the four of you weren’t?”
Jewel laughed, her voice vibrating against my chest. “Mom tried to give us normality in every way she could, but we were anomalies. It took everything she had to stay one step ahead of us. Once Dad was there to help her, it probably got easier. But sometimes, he was right in the middle of whatever chaos we were intent on creating.”
“What kind of chaos?” I thought about her demonstration earlier and winced. “There were more adventures than the bomb thing?”
“So many,” Jewel mumbled.
I could tell she was drifting back to sleep, but I couldn’t resist saying, “Even though you make me want to strangle you, I’ve loved getting to know you tonight, Kitten.”
Jewel slid her arm across my chest and gave me a squeeze before she sighed. “You’ve barely scratched the surface, Nip.”
“Does that mean there’s a chance I’ll get to find out more about you?”
She didn’t answer, and her even breathing told me she’d already fallen asleep again.
I didn’t really need an answer, though. She’d said more than once that she was stubborn. She didn’t know me very well yet, but I knew without a doubt that we were perfectly matched in that department.