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That was it. She convinced herself it had nothing to do with wanting to  get on her knees for him because she weirdly found this power he had  over her to be a turn on. This was just about getting him to soften up  so he would hopefully, maybe, consider the fact that she wasn't guilty,  and then let her go before the Collectors came.

"Punish me how?" Cindy asked. Her throat was surprisingly dry. On the  opposite end of the spectrum, the space between her legs was flooding  with moisture.

Jesus. She was a sex kitten. All it had taken was for her ex boyfriend  to kidnap her and put her in chains before she realized it. Thinking  about that made her smile a little.

Jack raised a brow at her. He must've caught how strange her voice  sounded just then, and her stupid little smirk was probably cause for  confusion.

Cindy kind of expected him to bark something at her, to make threats, or tell her that this wasn't remotely worth smiling about.

Jack didn't say any of those things. He pulled on the chain, yanking her  forward instead, and God help her, she liked it. "Come over here and  I'll show you how I punish bad paranormals."

That sounded more like a sexy promise than a threat for real pain, and  her sex swelled and throbbed even more. She wanted to be touched more  than she ever had in her entire life. Even more than when she was a  horny teenager and just learned how to get herself off.

Cindy went willingly. He didn't have to yank on her chains, but she  enjoyed it, so she slowed down just a little so he would do it again.  Then she sank down to her knees between his legs before he could tell  her to do it. It was funny because, when she was there, she realized she  wasn't as angry anymore. She could hardly believe it had taken her so  long to realize through the haze of thick lust that the anger was almost  gone. Her blood ran hot and her clit throbbed at the position she  hadn't found herself in, in years. Cindy wet her lips just to try and  get some moisture there as she readied herself to do this. She had plans  to rock his world.

Cindy relished in the sounds Jack made as he watched her wet her lips  with her tongue. His moans grew deeper when she pressed her wet mouth  around the head of his cock, then slid down the swollen length of his  shaft.

She could feel every throb, every pulsing vein, and even she couldn't  help but moan a little as he thrust the rest of the way inside.

Yeah, the sound of his soft moans and sighs while his hand went into her  hair, was exactly as she remembered. Now she was going to make sure she  was better than he remembered.





Chapter Ten

For the first two minutes of dead silence after Jack told Cindy the  truth, he thought he'd made the biggest, worst, and stupidest mistake of  his life.

Cindy took several deep breaths, her amethyst eyes incredibly wide, and Jack worried that she was about to have a panic attack.

He would too, if she took it badly. He didn't think she would hurt him,  but the idea of losing her, of never seeing her again, seemed so much  worse than any pain she could inflict on him.

"Cindy? Baby, it's not how you're thinking it is."

She inhaled deeply through her nose, and then released her breath  through her mouth. "Oh yeah? How do you know what I'm thinking?"

"I didn't tell my father about you, or my brothers, none of them know."

That seemed to get her attention, and she stopped hyperventilating.

He took her hand and held it tightly to his chest. "I love you. I'm  never going to hurt you. That's why I want to go away with you. I don't  want this life. If I was on the fence about it before, then I'm not now.  I know you. You're a pyro, sure, but you're nothing like how the  collectors or the agency describe you to be. Even before I met you, I  knew I didn't want to spend my life chasing down paranormals. But after  meeting you, and after you trusted me with your secret, things became so  different. It wasn't just about being uncomfortable living in that line  of work anymore. I could never do something like that again knowing  that these people are like you."

Cindy allowed a soft laugh to escape from her mouth, and she wiped moisture from her shining eyes. "Really?" she asked.

Jack curled his arm around Cindy's waist and held her close. Relieved  was not the proper word to describe how he felt when she leaned into him  and put her arms around him as well.

Monumentally, life-alteringly happy was the better way to put it, even if that wasn't the right way to phrase it.

"I love you," Jack said. "I can't imagine my life without you. Your beautiful face, your smile. Even your poofy hair."

Cindy all-out laughed, her body shaking in his arms, and he had to look down into her gorgeous face when she smiled.

"So, do you still love me? Even though I'm a bastard hunter?" Jack asked, and he was pretty sure he had her answer.

But then the smile melted right off of her face. Her mouth and her eyes  were serious again, and horrible, aching, bone-chewing uncertainty  buried itself under his skin. "Cindy?"

"I'm pregnant, Jack."



Jack sighed as Cindy tightened her lips around the shaft of his cock,  and then sank down farther until she was deep-throating him. He groaned  and let his mouth drop open as he sighed, the pleasure spreading to the  rest of his body. He wanted to close his eyes and just give in to the  mind-numbing pleasure, to mindlessly thrust forward into that willing  mouth and enjoy himself for the first time in forever. Unfortunately he  was still suspicious.

He may have been taking a risk, bringing a pyro into his room, but he  still knew better than to take his eyes off of his prisoner.         

     



 

Even if he was dumb enough to go along with her attempt at seducing him  because he just couldn't say no, he wouldn't take his eyes away from  her.

It was so much fun to watch the way her mouth moved around the column of his erection anyway. Well worth the risk.

She worked slow and steady, just like she used to, always preferring to  tease him until he came instead of going insanely fast like in some  pornos he'd seen, or like some women he'd had.

That never worked to get him off, not in a way that really resonated with him, anyway.

He put his hands on her thick red hair. She used to hate it when he did  that, and she paused for a half a second before she kept up the movement  of her mouth and her hands.

Guess he wasn't going to have a fight with her about this. "Good," he said.

Cindy looked up at him, her eyes flashing. She thought he was praising  her instead of just finishing off his thoughts aloud like the idiot he  was.

That was fine. She was pretty damn good, and Jack moaned when Cindy  tightened her lips and gently massaged his testicles in her hand. She  hummed softly then, and the vibrations around his heavy prick made every  nerve in his body snap, crackle and pop. "Oh fuck, you got better at  this."

She frowned before pulling away.

"What? What did I say?" he asked. The sudden rush of cold air on his  hard cock was jarring, and he wrapped his fist around his erection just  to ease the ache that grew without her.

Cindy shook her head as she climbed onto the bed, and straddled his lap.  "Nothing. I just want you," she said, and she pressed her mouth over  Jack's in a deep kiss.

The action threw him off his game. Every muscle in his body stiffened and he waited for some sort of attack.

Nothing came, and her mouth was soft against his, softer than he  remembered. She seemed to be waiting for him to do something. Her eyes  were open and staring back at him as she kissed him.

It had been so unexpected, but he decided to roll with it instead of  overthinking it. He hadn't thought he'd want to kiss her, but fuck him  to hell and back, now that her mouth was there, he wanted her even more.

Jack's muscle memory took over as he knew just where to put his hands:  on her hips, sliding down to her smooth thighs, right where she liked,  and just how to thrust his tongue back against hers in a way that would  make her moan.

She opened her mouth for him, allowing his tongue to glide inside of  that hot space, and she sucked him as good as she'd sucked on his cock.

Jack moved his fingers down between her legs to the orange hairs of her  pubic region, and then he pushed two of them deep between her wet folds.  Cindy moaned, her arms tightening around his back, and she thrust her  sex against his hand. Jack's breath hitched as he watched her.

She was so wet for him, his fingers were soaked, and just feeling her  slick heat, smelling her musk was enough to draw a moan from him. He'd  thought his cock couldn't get any harder, or ache for her anymore, but  he would have been wrong. Jesus fucking Christ.

"Fuck me, Jack," Cindy said, her voice breathless, and dark pink lips glossy with both of their saliva.

Like he needed to be told. Jack groaned as he pulled his fingers from  her cunt, stroking his dick and coating himself with her juices before  he lined up his shaft as she lifted herself up. He grabbed onto her hips  before she could sink down on him.

The look on her face could almost be described as wild panic. "What are  you doing?" she asked, wiggling her hips a little, but he wouldn't let  her go.