Part 12 (1/2)
A familiar stirring came to life in her belly. ”I haven't missed you,” she told him truthfully. She hadn't missed him. Her life was so much better without him. As far as she was concerned, he could drop off the face of the earth.
He took an unsteady step toward her. She held her breath. He lowered his face down to hers until only an inch separated their lips.
”I don't love you. I don't want you. I don't need you.” Jazzy wasn't sure who she was trying to convince-Jamie or herself.
He tugged on her belt, loosening it enough to enable him to slip one hand inside and sneak it around her waist. She gasped when he splayed his hand over her naked hip and drew her up against him. His breath was warm and drenched with whiskey. He rubbed his nose against her neck and whispered her name in her ear.
”Has Butler been servicing you, honey? Keeping you all primed and ready for me?”
Jazzy's body went rigid.
”He's a big man,” Jamie said. ”He hasn't stretched you out of shape, has he? You know I like my p.u.s.s.y hot and wet...and tight. Real tight.”
Jazzy lifted her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist midair. ”Now, don't be that way. I don't mind if you've kept in practice. Lord knows I have. Actually, I've learned a few new tricks I'd like to teach you.”
”I've learned all the tricks from you I want to learn.” Although some sick, pitiful part of her still cared about Jamie, the strong, smart part of her hated his d.a.m.n guts. ”I've got nothing for you, Jamie. Go home to your fiancee. Teach her those new tricks.”
His eyes glimmered with determination. He jerked Jazzy's robe apart, revealing her naked body. When she tried to pull the lapels together, he grabbed her, yanked the robe off her shoulders, and shoved her naked body up against the wall. Realizing his intentions, she fought him. For several minutes his superior strength overpowered her. His mouth covered hers while his hands manacled her wrists above her head. She tried to avoid his wet kisses, but gave up and allowed him to a.s.sault her mouth. When he freed one of his hands to unzip his pants and ease his body a few inches from hers, she took advantage of the opportunity to attack him. She kneed him in the groin and just as he doubled over in pain, she socked him in the nose. While he groaned and writhed, Jazzy ran into her bedroom, yanked open her nightstand drawer and removed the loaded .25-caliber Beretta she kept there.
Jamie stood in the doorway, rage etched on his features. ”I'm going to make you sorry you did that.”
She waited until he was only a couple of feet away from her, then pulled the gun out from behind her back and pointed it directly at him. ”Come one inch closer and you'll be singing soprano the rest of your life.”
Jamie glanced from her face to the gun she held, then back up to her face. ”You'd really shoot me, wouldn't you?”
”You got that d.a.m.n straight.”
”What happened to my Jazzy?” he asked. ”What did you do with the girl who loved me?”
”You destroyed her, bit by bit, piece by piece.” She held the gun in a steady hand, determined to show no sign of weakness. She wasn't a hundred percent sure she could shoot Jamie, but he didn't know that. All she had to do was convince him that she had no qualms about blowing off his b.a.l.l.s.
”You win this round, lover.” His grin was more shaky than c.o.c.ky.
She stood in the bedroom, unmoving, barely breathing, until she heard the front door slam. Holding the gun in front of her, she rushed into the living room, checking in every direction to make sure Jamie wasn't waiting to jump out on her. With quick, sure moves, she swung open the kitchen door, flipped on the light, and made certain the room was empty; then she hurried back into the living room to lock and double-bolt the front door.
Suddenly she started trembling. A shuddering tremor racked her from head to toe. Slumping down onto the nearest chair, she dropped the gun to the floor. As tears streamed down her cheeks, she jerked the knitted afghan from the back of the chair and wrapped it around her naked body.
Bone-weary and in desperate need of a good night's sleep, Jacob arrived home at eleven-fifteen. Just as he turned his truck into the parking area in front of his apartment, he noticed the bright yellow Vega. The windows were steamed up and the engine was idling. What the h.e.l.l was she doing here? He didn't think he could deal with Misty tonight. He was exhausted and frustrated. The last thing he needed was having to deal with a woman. Any woman.
He got out, locked the car, and pocketed his keys, then walked across the parking area and pecked on the pa.s.senger-side window of the Vega. Immediately Misty killed the motor, jumped out of her car, and rushed over to him.
”Hi, there, sugar,” she cooed.
Misty's red lips widened in what she thought was a seductive smile. Even in this frigid weather, she wore a miniskirt, with textured stockings and flashy yellow boots. Her only real concession to the freezing temperature was the fake-fur jacket she had on.
”What are you doing here?” he asked, trying his best to keep his tone civil.
”Is that any way to treat a woman who's here to give you a little TLC?”
”Is that what they're calling it now?”
Misty laughed, the sound like a shrill siren screaming through the night air. ”I'm freezing my b.u.t.t off out here. What do you say we go inside where it's warm?”
”Look, Misty, I'm pretty beat. Maybe you'd better-”
”All you have to do is lie back and enjoy,” she told him as she hooked her arm through his. ”I'll do all the dirty work.”
Jacob's p.e.n.i.s responded to her blatant offer. Apparently the old boy wasn't as tired as he was. His body instantly reminded him that he hadn't been with a woman in quite some time. Not since the last time he'd had a date with Misty-over five months ago. Of course, she had no way of knowing that, since she and most of the townsfolk a.s.sumed he and Jazzy had slept together when they dated.
”I appreciate the offer, but-”
”You aren't still hung up on Jazzy, are you? I thought you two were over, finis, caput.”
”We are, except as friends.”
”I've just been waiting for you two to end things, which I knew would happen sooner or later.”
What the h.e.l.l! It wasn't as if Misty expected anything more than s.e.x. He'd made it perfectly clear to her when they went to bed together on their first date over a year ago, right after her second divorce, that he wasn't interested in a commitment of any kind.
Arm in arm, they made it up the stairs to his apartment on the second floor of the two-story building that housed eight apartments. He unlocked the door, escorted her inside, and didn't even bother to switch on a light. He kicked the door closed with his booted foot, lifted Misty off her feet, and carried her straight to his bedroom.
When he set her on her feet at the edge of his bed, she ran her hand over the fly of his jeans. ”You are glad to see me, aren't you?”
”Part of me is,” he admitted.
She laughed again, and before the sound could turn him off completely, he kissed her. A rough, tongue-thrusting kiss that silenced her. Misty wasn't the most beautiful woman in Cherokee County or the smartest, but she had her talents. She knew how to kiss. And she knew how to f.u.c.k.
They tore at each other's clothes and within minutes Jacob had tossed her flat on her back in the middle of his bed. He made a hasty detour into the bathroom for his stash of condoms, then removed his briefs and tossed them aside on his way back to the bed. Standing over her, he slid a condom into place.
Wriggling seductively on the bed, Misty said, ”Come on, big boy, give me what I want.”
”I thought you said you were going to do all the dirty work.”
She held open her arms to him. ”Come down here and I'll show you what I'll do.”
He covered her body with his, sliding his erect p.e.n.i.s over her belly before settling between her legs. When he lowered his head and licked first one pebble-hard nipple and then the other, she bit his shoulder. He barely felt the pain.
”Let's change places,” Misty suggested. ”I'm in the mood for a good, hard ride.”
Before the words were barely out of her mouth, he flipped her up and over him. She straddled his hips. He reached up to tease her nipples.
”I always get my cookies off when I'm on top.”
She lifted herself up enough to reach between them and circle his erection. While he lay beneath, his body taut with need, she guided him up and inside her. She slid down over him like a slick, hot glove covering a hand.
She rode him, slowly at first, building the tension, but soon she increased the pace as she lowered her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to his lips. He could feel his climax approaching, knew it was only a matter of seconds before he exploded. Wildly, panting like mad, Misty pumped him harder and faster. She screamed when she came, but Jacob was able to silence her with a kiss just as his o.r.g.a.s.m ripped him apart.