Hostage (Predators MC 3)(37)

“But when you’re done, you’re done?”

Jackal shook his head. “Not like you’re thinking. We both know when it’s pretty much over and remain friends. I don’t have exes stalking me if that’s what you’re thinking. Has anyone said I lied or cheated or made promises of a future? No, because I don’t make promises I don’t intend to keep.”

Jackal was tired of beating around the bush. “Why was Train’s picture in your bedside table?”

Outraged, Penni straddled his lap and grabbed a handful of his T-shirt. “How do you know what’s in my bedroom?”

Gripping her wrists, Jackal used his chest to push her backward until she lay prone on his motorcycle, her legs wrapped around his waist as she struggled to free herself. He circled each of her wrists and his handlebars, effectively trapping her.

“Why are you so embarrassed? Because I saw Train’s picture or the dildo?”

“When you let me go, I’m going to kill you!” Penni screeched.

“Did you need the dildo because you’re missing him or because you can’t have him?”

Jackal watched her reaction to each of his questions. She was furious. When she returned to Queen City, it was a safe bet she would never go out with him. He had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

His aching dick was pressed against her pussy. The seam of her jeans beckoned him, and unable to resist, he rotated his hips, hearing a gasp from her lips.

Jackal lowered his mouth to her throat, breathing in her scent.

“Damn, you smell good.”

She snarled up at him. Damn, he liked a woman with some fire in her blood. Penni was like no woman he had ever known, though. Every time he was near her, he was like a blind man gifted with sight, unable to see anyone but her. Only Penni.

“If I kiss you, are you going to bite me again?”

“Try it and find out for yourself!”

Jackal curled his lips up into a smile against the curve of her throat.

“No thanks. I’ll try my luck somewhere else.” He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat, flicking out his tongue to taste her. She tasted as good as she smelled, like peaches on a warm summer day.

She reminded him of when he had been a little boy and stayed with his grandparents for the summers in Georgia. They had an orchard of peaches, and he would help pick them. At that age, he had eaten more than he had picked, loving the velvet texture as he bit into one and the sweet flesh inside.

Sliding his lips upward, he nibbled on her earlobe. “Kiss me back.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Don’t tempt me.” Staring into her eyes, he let her see how much he wanted her.

He was a Predator by name and nature. The brothers would mock him if they saw him appearing vulnerable. Sometimes, however, the predator became the prey.

Risking the chance of receiving another scar, he lowered his mouth to her lips. It would be worth the pain to taste her.

It was a mixture of heaven and hell. While Penni’s warm mouth was better than any woman he had kissed before, the knowledge that he might never taste her again was torture.

Step by step, he had led her to discover that he could give her what she needed. He could handle the fire inside her.

Using his tongue to rub against hers, he then twisted hers, leading her into his mouth. Her passion built as she lifted her hips up, pressing against the bulge of his dick behind his jeans.

Jackal was the one who broke off the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers.

“What’s wrong?” Penni’s raspy voice nearly had him coming in his jeans.

“I have to catch my breath.”

“Have you caught it yet?”

He raised up enough to stare down at her. “I have the feeling I’m never going to be able to catch it whenever you kiss me.”

She strained at his hold on her wrists. Releasing her, he expected her to smack him, but unexpectedly, she pressed her hands on each side of his face. Her blue eyes stared at him as if she didn’t see his scarred cheek.

“You have to remember to breathe through your nose.”

“I know how to kiss.”

“It was just a suggestion.”

Clearly, his kiss hadn’t rocked her world. Jackal could understand why her many relationships had failed. Penni’s abrasive attitude was a cock blocker. No normal man wanted his ego ripped to shreds. Fortunately, he wasn’t normal, and his ego could take it. She might twist his guts into knots, but like the kiss, he would risk it. He wasn’t afraid of pain.

He wanted to start his motorcycle and ride until no one could find them. The loud noises from the crowd were a distraction he didn’t want. He didn’t want anything to take away from this moment …