Hostage (Predators MC 3)(94)

“Yes.”

“You said that even though you didn’t know if I would take you back?”

“Babe, there was never any doubt that you were going to take me back.”

Penni started walking around the kitchen huffily, and Jackal braced his hands on the counter.

“You’re my soul mate,” he told her.

“You think you can convince me that you believe in something I know damn well you don’t?”

“What makes you think I don’t? Who else do you think would put up with your crazy ass? You almost shot me! When haven’t I been there when you needed me? Who else were you ready to jump into bed with? Who else would I walk away from the Predators for? Not … one … woman … but you. Only you.”

Penni walked back over to him and laid her head on his chest. “I don’t know what to do.”

Jackal placed his hand on the nape of her neck, tilting her face up to his. “That’s a start. I can deal with that. What I can’t deal with is not being a part of your life.” He kissed her as he had never kissed her before. “I couldn’t fuck another woman when the only one I want to fuck is you.”

He stroked her tongue with his, pressing his flush against hers. His dick was so hard he shuddered when he ground his cock into her pussy. If she were wearing anything other than her tight jeans, Jackal didn’t think he would have been able to stop from releasing his dick to fuck her right there.

Penni began kissing him back, burrowing her hands under his T-shirt to run them across his waist then reach around to the small of his back.

Jackal lifted her onto the counter before pulling down her blouse, baring the lacy, pale blue bra. He pulled her breasts out of the cups, sinking his mouth onto one taut nipple.

“I want to fuck you so badly!” he groaned, blowing his heated breath over her wet nipple.

“I didn’t mean I was going to make up my mind tonight.” Penni circled her thighs around his hips.

“I’m not going to fuck you tonight after what happened, and I have to work for Henry tomorrow night. That gives you two days to make your mind up.”

“If I don’t, what then?”

“I’ll make it up for you.” Jackal tugged her legs down, unsnapping her jeans. He took the jeans and wispy panties off, dropping them to the floor.

She curled her hands over the countertop, licking her bottom lip. “What are you doing? You just said I had two days—”

“Helping you make up your mind.” He buried his face in her belly, tracing her belly button with his tongue. “Your body is so hot. It makes me want to do everything nasty I can think of to you.” Jackal caressed her flesh until he reached her pussy, spreading her legs wider.

“Like what?” she croaked.

“Like this.” He used his thumbs to part the lips of her pussy, sucking her clitoris into his mouth.

“Oh, God …” Penni moaned. “What else?”

He lowered himself to his knees then blew on her shiny bud. “I’m going to make your pussy cry for me.”

He licked the length of her cunt then drove his tongue into her pussy. Penni reached to the cabinets above her head.

“You taste like peach rum.”

Her moist pussy was almost pushing him to his breaking point, but he wanted this time to be all about her.

He searched for the spot she was the most sensitive. When he found it, she started whimpering.

“That’s not as good as my dick is going to feel.”

“It’s pretty good now,” she panted.

“Only pretty good?”

“You like to talk too much,” she complained, bringing her hands to his hair to push him back down.

“I thought girls like that shit.” He placed his hands on her hips so she didn’t fall off the counter.

“I’m not most girls.”

“No, you’re not.”

Jackal used his tongue to torment Penni’s pussy, sliding in and out of her then lashing her clitoris before sliding back inside. Her wetness spread, making it easier for him to slip deeper inside her pulsing muscles, driving him on, becoming drunk on her taste.

“Say my name,” Penni moaned. “Say my name,” she repeated.

“Penni …”

“Jackal … if you ever fuck around on me again, I’ll kill you,” she moaned.

He took her warning seriously. The woman didn’t do anything in half measures. She was all in … or she was away. Jackal wasn’t going to let that happen.

Her throbbing pussy was the only one he needed, the only one he couldn’t live without tasting. And right now, it was convulsing, nearly making him come as she shattered on his tongue.

When she sat on the counter like a limp doll, he pressed kisses on her belly then each of her breasts then on her waiting mouth. Then he helped her off the countertop and back into her jeans.