Naughty Tonight Page 4

  More, more, more…

  “Yes, yes, yes!”

  Kim’s tilted world began spinning out of control, whirling and blurring with pleasure so intense, all manner of control tossed the way of her shirt back at the party and she was certain she was about to fly right off her axis. Hurtle into space.

  She bucked and cried, shivered and tingled, and just when Kim was certain she could fly no higher, Jackson muttered, “Damn you,” and ceased his spanking, jamming fingers between her butt crack and pushing the plug past the final nub.

  Kim lost it. Went completely wild, sucked into a tunnel of ecstasy, her pussy rippling and squirting around his cock as she came and came. His thrusts never slowed, milking her orgasm for all it was worth until she turned to putty in his hands, replete.

  —

  Jackson lowered her to the bed, releasing his grip on her silky strands. His hand meandered down her back, worshipping.

  Kimmy. His Kimmy. How wonderful she was.

  His heart tied in knots at the thought of losing her—unavoidable in time. Their friendship was solid. But love? Worse—as he’d surmised when she wouldn’t tell him where her internship was—long-distance love?

  Love never lasted. Was too ugly to chance.

  They’d have a few great honeymoon days together. Maybe months. Maybe even years. Then the fighting would start. The cheating. Worlds would crumble. Kids might even be involved. Be hurt.

  No. To entertain the thought was as much torture as losing her right off. Jackson closed his eyes to the reality of the situation and molded his palms to the adorably round globes he’d spanked, flaming red and marked with his fading name, and inhaled the heady scent of their lovemaking. It wafted heavy in the air, thick with pussy. Her pussy, a fragrance he never wanted to forget.

  His Kimmy.

  If he was bound to lose her, then have her he would. Thoroughly and completely.

  On his knees between her legs, he edged his thumb to that plug, outlining it, and smiled when she whimpered at his touch and he witnessed the stretched ring of her anus clench in—

  In what? Anticipation? Nervousness? Fear?

  She had to realize what he was about to do, but though she’d never voiced it aloud, Jackson was certain no other man had taken her in this manner. A fact he relished.

  She was ready for him—he’d ensured that—and have her this way he would. He wanted Kimmy to scream his name, to know that this part of her, this dirty side he’d never imagined, was his…all his.

  Pulling her back onto her knees, he claimed the rubber stopper in his grasp, turning it inside her just for fun.

  Kimmy went wild, head and breasts thrashing on the bed. Jackson twirled it again and she cried out, clutching those handcuffed fists. Pounding them against her back as if it were so good she couldn’t stand it. “Yes, Jackson! Yes!”

  As if she were answering him before he even asked.

  “Good girl,” he murmured, giving the plug a small tug. “I know you want me to take you here, don’t you?”

  With a gasp, Kimmy craned her neck, staring at him with those big beautiful brown eyes.

  “Shhh…” he encouraged, easing it from her body. “You want to be mine? Well, I’m not done with you yet.”

  His other hand stroked her clenching butt cheeks, massaging her tense muscles, imploring her to relax as he removed the plug and took his time doing it, every once in a while giving it a twirl, loving the way she whimpered in delight. His. All his.

  Once it had slipped completely free, he smacked her ass hard in promise and crawled from the bed. To the closet and back he darted, depositing the plug on a tissue and regaining his Jackson paddle and lube and the sex clamp that would ensure her ultimate orgasm. Given he was about to spank and fuck the hell out of her ass, she deserved some pleasure too.

  Taking one of the clamps in hand, he adjusted the tension, not wanting it to be too tight as he applied it to her clit, just enough so it was snug and wouldn’t fall off.

  She moaned in wonderment, adding on a heated whisper, “The vibrating thing?”

  “You know it.” Thinking about her earlier assumption—electrocution—he secured the second vise to the loose skin at the entrance to her vagina, just so, and left it hanging there, pulling at the hot flesh it would soon shudder into oblivion. “I’m curious. Would you?”

  “Would I what?”

  Oh right, she couldn’t read his thoughts—though sometimes it seemed like it. “Let me shock you?”

  She was tensely quiet a moment, as if taking the time to let the question sink in. “Well, Jackson…I don’t imagine there’s anything I wouldn’t allow, not when it comes to you.”

  Those words were the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. “Then maybe one day we will try a little spark with our sex.”

  One day. The unintended promise made Jackson quake on the inside as he loosened the knot securing her hands, bringing them beneath her to the control switch.

  Guiding her fingers, he explained, “You can turn it on…” And he did, making her jump and squeal as clit and pussy shuddered with little trembles. Bringing her fingers with him, he slid the dial higher, inciting raspy cries of delight. “And you can turn it up. As you please.”

  Then he was back between her legs, widening her stance on her knees and nestling his cock along her rectum. The bud clenched as he smeared Satiny Smooth along her crack, using two fingers to push the liquid inside her, spreading it around.

  How tight she was on his fingers. How glorious she would feel around his cock.

  Unable to wait any longer, Jackson slid free, replacing his fingers with his cock. With ease, he pushed into her one inch at a time. Ever so achingly slow, so not to hurt her.

  Her little huffs of delight pleased him immensely, making some unnamed emotion well within him. How compatible they were…through and through.

  Never could he be more pleased at the way her body accepted him, gripping but opening up, permitting a deep entrance, and Jackson settled in her ass as if he belonged there.

  Once he was as far as he could lodge, he stayed himself, just feeling the pressure the taut channel exuded. Little vibrations as she sought her own pleasure. The way she twitched that bottom as if to say, “Where you at?”

  He could have stayed like that, buried in her warmth, forever.

  But as his cock reminded him, he had a woman to punish still—damn her.

  “Turn it higher,” he commanded with a harsh slap of the paddle, realizing she’d dropped the control. And it wasn’t a request. “The highest it’ll go.”

  Kimmy reared up and cried out, making a furious rush to obey him as he smacked that ass again, retreated then sank deep.

  Ah ecstasy.

  Sheer oblivion.

  That was how he took her, slow and easy and deep, his cock pushing in and out that transfixing tunnel as his paddle clapped trademarked flesh.

  Thwack, thwack, thwack!

  In and out…slow and deep…

  Thwack, thwack, thwack!

  In and out…slow and deep…

  How intensely she clasped him. How powerful she made him feel.

  How much he wanted the red name enflamed on her ass to signify something real.

  That overwhelming desire only drove him to spank her harder. Harder and harder and harder, keeping his cock plunges careful almost impossible. He wanted to fuck her with all the passion he felt, welling up inside, taking over.

  Damn her for dancing on that table. Thwack, thwack, thwack!

  Damn her for making him do this. Making him love her completely. Thwack, thwack, thwack!

  Damn her for changing everything. Them. Him. Life as he knew it. Thwack, thwack, thwack!

  Damn her for ruining everything. And for making it so exquisitely perfect…if only for a night.

  Thwack, thwack, thwack! Thwack, thwack, thwack!

  And finally—thank God, because Jackson was getting so carried away, he could hardly keep his head about him—Kimmy was mewing and quaking with
a second orgasm. Her pleasure satisfied him intensely, knowing he’d given her double.

  Only when she yet again collapsed beneath him, completely spent, did he let go and allow himself to thrust faster. To take what he really needed. Three quick strikes and he blasted with ecstasy. Buried deep and jerked with a mind-blowing orgasm that blurred the edges of reality. Darkness ebbed, satisfaction reigned, and somewhere distantly Jackson heard the cry, “Damn you, Kimmy! I love you!”

  Chapter Four

  “Get out.”

  That was how Kim woke up, yanked abruptly from the most satisfying sleep she’d experienced since before college, when she was a teen who could sleep ’til noon.

  “Huh?” With a yawn, she stretched both mind and body, feeling warm sunshine on exposed skin. A lot of exposed skin, snuggled and tangled in the sheets next to even more exposed skin. Hard and slightly hairy…warm and wonderful.

  Wonderful. Right on.

  Kim inhaled the day, knowing it would be one to always remember. Jackson’s scent, that of pure man, pure exertion, and their scent, that of pure sex, enveloped her. They’d finally taken years and years of friendship to the next level. Nothing could be more perfect.

  “I said get out.”

  Wait. Jackson hadn’t just told her to leave. Had he?

  Kim must have misunderstood. Maybe he was talking to the cat they didn’t have. Maybe nosy friends had come to spy on them. Or Veronica just couldn’t take a hint.

  But Jackson could not be talking to her like that. “Wha—”

  Whiskey eyes burned down on her, his slanted jaw locked. “Get out, I said. This didn’t happen.” As if to prove those sharp, cutting words, Jackson gave her a little shove toward the opposite side of the bed. Away from that gloriously naked body that had thoroughly claimed her last night. Away from him.

  Damn you, Kimmy, he’d said, Damn you, you’re mine now.

  Damn you, Kimmy, I love you.

  Now all he said was, “Out,” and looked away as if he couldn’t stand the sight of her. “You have your internship. I have my ways. It’s over.”

  Completely devoid of emotion. Of any sort of compassion.

  Kim’s stomach soured as if she’d crested the highest point on a roller coaster and now it was time to plummet. “Uh, yes, this did happen. And it isn’t just over. Not like this.”

  She didn’t budge. She refused to.

  A cold sweat broke out over her skin as if all the heat had left her body and rushed to her face where she flamed, never more aware of the clothes she didn’t wear. Of the unspeakable things he’d done to her last night…spanked her over and over, teased her into oblivion, taken her anally…

  And now…

  “No. It. Didn’t.” He growled the words, denying her even a glance. “And. Yes. It. Is.”

  What?

  She hadn’t been drunk last night, but maybe he had. Maybe he really didn’t remember. That was the only plausible explanation she could dredge up.

  Kim tugged the sheet around her, trying to cover the truth, but no amount of thin cotton could change that she was lying to herself. He recalled every fraction of what had transgressed between them all too well. Restraining her. Paddling her. Driving her to near madness with those vibrating clamps. Claiming all of her. And he still wanted her out. Gone from his life.

  Tears threatened. Her heart split into shards. “Why are you doing this?”

  Why?

  Deep down reality rang clear. Hadn’t he warned her? This will ruin us. And he’d meant it. Jackson would not let love into his life, ever. Not even for her.

  Nor would he let her turn down the chance of a lifetime to be with him.

  His next words proved it. “Why can’t you just listen to me and forget about it?”

  But that was never going to happen. They both knew it, which is why he whispered a reluctant, “I’m sorry,” before throwing himself from the bed buck-naked. Her eyes followed tousled hair and hard ass muscles and strong shoulders—shoulders she’d relied on for what seemed like forever—disappearing into the bathroom.

  “I’m going to Philly, Jackson. My internship is with the Eagles.”

  She swore she saw him hesitate before the door slammed behind him, shutting her out completely. And Kim knew this was no one’s fault but her own.

  She’d tempted him beyond reasoning. True to his nature, he’d used her body and nothing more.

  God, she was an idiot! Like a fool, she’d counted herself different from his other flings. The countless women, all dismissed in the morning.

  Now it was her turn.

  She’d convinced herself their friendship made the difference. That for her, Jackson would give love a chance.

  But love had no chance with him. His head, filled with immaturely preconceived notions, had long since closed off his heart.

  Dragging the sheet with her, wrapping it about her sex-sore body, Kim stormed from the room, blinded by tears. Twice was all the proof she needed. It was over. She might as well face the truth head-on. Philly, here she came.

  —

  Cold marble walls surrounded him, hot water rained down, and Jackson clenched fists at his ears, trying to drown it all out.

  God, she had an internship with the Eagles! In Philly!

  The Eagles, for hell’s sake. He punched at the streaming water, scattering droplets.

  It was better just to let her go. For them both. A hundred miles between them was for the best.

  Absolutely the best.

  But nothing could wash away the images. Kimmy, bowed before him, his name blistered red across her bottom. Kimmy, submitting to him fully, taunting him, begging him for more…telling him she was bad. Kimmy, mewing with delight as he thrust into that slick cunt, that tight ass…

  What had he done? He wondered that about this morning as much as last night.

  God, he ached inside. He was losing her, hurting her, and the thought made his heart bleed. Never had he felt more raw.

  Been more afraid.

  All he could think about was his mom and dad. The sixteen years they’d seemed fine together. The ensuing split that came out of nowhere. Dad catching Mom cheating…physically hurling her from the house. The lawyers. The ugly lies.

  The horrible things they said to each other.

  Slut.

  Bastard.

  Money whore.

  Cheap, no-good father.

  Constantly being forced to choose sides. The utter hatred. Being smacked around if he dared stand up for the other one. His dad claiming he’d love nothing more than to put a bullet in his mom’s head.

  Knowing Dad had a pistol in the closet.

  And now…

  The ugly reality that it happened every day, to kids, to parents. On the news, a woman held hostage by the man she’d once loved and now despised. A child kept away from his father, now kidnapped.

  Divorce statistics shooting through the roof.

  Not him, he’d sworn. Never, never, ever.

  The phone in the bedroom began ringing, over and over and over, distantly annoying, and he wanted to holler for her to pick it the hell up. Instead, the front door resonated with chilling finality and the answering machine clicked on, replaying their message.

  This is Jackson…

  And Kim… her sweet voice joined in, making tears burn in his eyes. Emotion he refused to release, that made his clenched jaw quake. We’re not home right now. You know what to do!

  Go Eagles! The little idiot spat at the end, followed by some shuffling—Jackson giving her a hearty shove out the way. Ravens! Ravens!

  There was more shuffling—them wrestling to the ground, he bittersweetly remembered—followed by a quick beep. And it was over. They were over.

  Right? God, how it hurt.

  Then Kimmy’s mom’s voice filled the room, rambling on about plans for her father’s birthday, and in that instant, Jackson knew. Suddenly, with everything in him, he realized that he’d screwed up big-time because, as he tied a towel around his wa
ist and bolted from the room and down the seemingly never-ending hallway, it was not his parents he was thinking of but hers.

  Smiling. Happy. An older couple—Kimmy was their youngest. They were strong and steady. Still kissed at sixty. Still held hands. Still laughed, still loved. And always would, Jackson knew with certain finality.

  Just as he would always love Kimmy. Forever was possible.

  She was more than a potential girlfriend, a prospective wife. She was a friend. His sidekick. His everything and anything.

  Hollering at Friday-night football games. Beer and pizza. The woman who swapped cleaning his toilet for him changing her oil and who could devour more hot peppers than any of his male buddies and who made ridiculous bets with money she didn’t have. The woman who made him smile, made him laugh. Made him happy.

  Need he mention, officially the best sex of his life?

  Having her, Jackson really did have it all. Unless he lost her.

  He was losing her. Why would he just throw away the best thing in his life?

  The prospect only drove him faster, wet feet plodding across their carpet as he threw open the front door and caught sight of her entering the elevator. Suitcase and bags in tow. “Kimmy! Wait!”

  Chapter Five

  “Please wait!”

  One step. One step and she could walk away from years of aching for him. Cold words, colder heartbreak. She could never suffer silently as he’d asked of her and he was never going to want the relationship that she so desired.

  One step and she could put it all behind her. One step. One step and a great future awaited.

  But love stopped her short. Love, full of ridiculous hope. Misplaced faith in him.

  Kim didn’t turn, didn’t look at the footsteps pounding fast down the hall. She couldn’t, lest she fall to pieces. “I won’t pretend, Jackson, not anymore. I’m going to my parents…I’ll be back for the rest of my stuff later.”

  And then he was there, sweeping her into his arms, mouth slamming down on hers, tongue thrusting past hers lips. Making bittersweet promises. Claiming her in that kiss, claiming her as he should have that morning. Claiming her as he should’ve long ago if he weren’t such a stubborn hardhead set in his ways.