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So damned close. Her body heat radiated from her like he was standing in front of a blaring furnace.

Jack had to look down just to make sure her cuffs were still on and  working. Yup, they were there, and there were no flames anywhere in  sight.

Cindy's throat moved as she swallowed. Jack watched that movement and  wanted to put his tongue there. He stared at her, and she looked right  up at him.

"You don't seem very sure of yourself anymore," he said.

She blinked up at him. "What?"

He did it then, he touched her. He put his hand on her shoulder and let  it slide across her smooth skin, up her slim throat, and to her jaw.  "You're trying to seduce me," he said, and he had to touch that bright  red hair. It was just as soft as he remembered it.

"Is it working?" Cindy asked.

"Might be," Jack said. Everywhere he touched her skin to skin burned  like the dangerous fire that was inside of her, but in a good way. He  hadn't felt this way with anyone else he'd been with.

Inexplicably, she tried to lean away from him, but couldn't get very far  because of the counter behind her. "What if I've changed my mind?"

"Then that would be too damned bad for you," he said. "Because I  wouldn't believe you for a second. You wanted this, so you're going to  get it."

Her purple eyes widened for a split second, and then she glared at him.  "Fine, I was lying anyway, and so what if I wanted to seduce you? I just  wanted to see if you would go for it, considering what you think I  did."

He was going to make her pay for that.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, letting both hands slide back to  her shoulders, then to her waist and hips, yanking her forward until  their pelvis's smacked together, letting her feel his cock through his  jeans. "All right then, let's go."



Cindy had been sweating, panting, and her heart raced as she came down from the high of her orgasm.

Jack was still hugging her tight as his pelvis moved forward and back,  thrusting his still hard cock inside of her at a rapid pace. His pubic  bone pressed against her clit each time he came forward.

She was kind of sore from that now that the pleasure had peaked. They'd  only done this a handful of times now, but she loved the hell out of it  as she sank her fingers into his hair and gripped it tight, yanking a  groan out of him.

"Come inside me," she said, mouthing along the shell of his ear, and then pressing her lips to his cheek.

He always had that three day old stubble, and even though she had no  idea how he kept it like that she adored it, the same ways she adored  the choked sound of his moan, and the final thrust of his pelvis as he  came deep inside of her, warm seed filling her up.

He was panting as he all but collapsed on top of her. The only thing  that kept all of his weight from crushing her were his elbows.

They were at her place, in the house she shared with her three  roommates. They didn't much like it when she brought Jack over,  especially considering the fact that they were paranormals, too, but  they couldn't exactly do anything about it.

She paid rent here, too, after all.

Cindy's room wasn't big, in fact it was laughably small, but the bed was just the right size for her and Jack.

It was a twin, so they were always forced to cuddle closely together.  Cindy didn't mind, and she was starkly aware of the fact that Jack never  complained about it either.

He kissed her on the mouth, and she leaned into it as he adjusted  himself so that he was lying just beside her, holding her close. "I knew  you missed me," he said, grinning at her like a man who'd just gotten  dragged into the bedroom and laid almost by surprise. Which happened to  be the case.

She returned his smile. It had been two weeks since she'd confessed to  her little crime of just existing. There was a lot of crying and  explaining on her part, but Jack-with a shocked expression and a gaping  mouth-had been good enough to at least wait to hear what she had to say.  Afterwards, he'd held her, kissed her, and said he didn't care. They'd  seen each other a lot since then.

Life had been pretty damned good after that. "It was only three days," Cindy replied.

"And despite that, you jumped me like you hadn't seen me in months.  Don't worry, I'm not complaining," Jack said, still with that annoyingly  cocky smile on his face.

"I can tell you're not," she said, nudging him, but then got serious. "Everything all set?"

The smile instantly melted off his face, and that worried her. "Are you  going to be able to come with me?" she asked, and she didn't even want  to think about having to go a full term, or more, to school without him  there.

They'd decided they would get a place together instead of living on campus.

"I am. I'm set to go, my dad knows I'm leaving, and some of my stuff's already packed."         

     



 

Cindy smiled at his words, especially since it was only the end of May,  and they didn't have to be at school until the beginning of September.  "So what's bothering you, then?" she asked, feeling a bit more confident  about the whole situation.

"Something serious, and I think you should know about it before we go any further with this."

"Whatever it is, it's all right," Cindy said. "You understood when I  admitted to being a pyro, I can't exactly hold anything against you  after something like that."

"Being a pyro's not your fault," Jack said, shrugging off her words  before something seemed to occur to him. "Can't hold anything against  me, right?"

"Within reason," Cindy said.

"Which means I never have to do this dishes or take out the trash when we're living together?"

She smacked his shoulder. "Within reason, I said."

He laughed a little. "Yes dear." Then he got serious again. "You told me  about the fact that you were a pyro. You trusted me with that, and now  I've got something to tell you. I'm going to trust you with it, and I  want you to know that it doesn't change how I feel about you at all."

Cindy propped herself up onto her elbow. "Is this why you were gone those few days?"

Jack's chest rose and fell as he heaved a heavy sigh. "Yeah. I've had to  think about this a lot. To be perfectly honest, I'm even a little  scared of you right now, and how you'll react to this."

Cindy wasn't sure how to take that, but she tried to lighten the mood  just a bit. "Well, come on, it can't be that bad. Have you slept with  another girl?"

Jack's eyes widened. "What? No," he said, shaking his head. "I wouldn't...fuck, no that's not it."

Cindy nodded, but it wasn't like she'd thought he had anyway. "Okay, there's that. Do you have any kids I don't know about?"

Jack shook his head again, and this time he sat up on the bed. Now  neither of them were lying down, and even though Cindy was used to being  naked around him, force of habit caused her to pull up the blanket to  cover her breasts.

He really looked like he was having trouble getting this out. Then he  just looked at her and said it, and Cindy's stomach twisted into one of  those crazy knots only a boy scout could make. "I'm a registered hunter,  Cindy. My entire family makes their living off of catching paranormals  and selling them."





Chapter Nine

Cindy had mistakenly believed it would take more than that before Jack  took the bait, but he had, and she was glad, even as he yanked her by  the chain all the way to another room in the small house.

The place wasn't a mess or anything, but it had that identifiable look  of a single male's home. Cindy certainly didn't see any bras hanging on  the bed post, or makeup on the dressers.

Cindy smiled at that. Jack didn't have a girlfriend. Why this  information pleased her she didn't know. In fact, it bothered her that  she was resorting to looking around just to acknowledge the lack of  evidence of a possible love interest.

Why did she care if Jack was with someone else or not? It wasn't like  this was going to go beyond this one time, or however many times it took  before she could get out of here.

Jack grabbed her by the wrists. His hands were rough on her skin, and he  yanked her out of her possessive thoughts as he slammed her into the  back of his bedroom door. He thrust her hands high above her head and  pressed his body firmly against hers. She could feel the heat of him,  every line of muscle even through his clothes, and his cock was erect  and pressing against her thigh.

Cindy's heart jumped.

"You don't get to smile about this," Jack said, and there was a real snarl on his face, the kind that showed off his teeth.

Cindy swallowed. She hadn't thought she was making Jack angry when she  had been teasing him like that. Was this all a big mistake?

She pushed that thought away. Cindy spent her entire life lying about  who she was. She'd become a master at it, considering her parents had  kicked her out of the house when she'd nearly burned it down.

Accidentally, of course.

She considered herself to be a decent actress because of it, and she was  going to act like Jack's anger meant absolutely nothing to her.