“Fuck yeah.” Growling, Jackson grabbed her hand and forcibly moved it down to his sac, which was drawn tight. “Play with my balls, sugar. I’m gonna fuck your mouth again.”
That big, throbbing cock plunged through her parted lips before she had a chance to breathe. She gasped and loosened her jaw again, while her fingers stroked and squeezed his sac.
“Put your other hand between your legs,” he instructed. “Make yourself come while you’re suckin’ me off.”
She brought her hand to her pussy and found it slick and swollen from arousal. As she desperately rubbed her clit, Jackson maintained his relentless rhythm, pumping hard and deep, fast and furious, reducing her entire world to…to him, damn it. He was all she tasted, all she saw, all she felt, and it wasn’t long before release consumed her.
Her cries were muffled against his cock, the overwhelming ecstasy amplified by his low, satisfied laughter.
She’d barely regained her senses when his fist tightened in her hair, pulling to the point of pain that only heightened her pleasure.
“You wanna swallow my come or should I blow my load on your tits?”
It was difficult to talk with a mouthful of cock, so she just increased the suction, telling him with her lips exactly what she wanted. And God, she wanted it. Wanted to taste him, to swallow every last drop.
“You ready for it, Mia?” His strokes slowed down, grew lazy.
She moaned.
“Good, ’cause I’m coming,” he rasped.
He rested his cockhead flat on her tongue and a second later, strands of semen jetted out. She swallowed heartily, milking him dry, taking everything he had to give her, and through it all, Jackson kept a firm grip on her hair and shuddered with release.
“Ah, that was real nice, darlin’,” he drawled after he’d pulled out.
Before she could blink, he yanked her onto her feet and kissed her. His mouth was hot and firm, his strong hands on her waist the only thing keeping her from falling to the floor in a sated puddle.
“So what do you say?” he murmured once they’d broken apart. “Do you think you can handle a demanding SEAL in your bed?”
It took a while for her to find her voice, and even then it came out hoarse and wobbly. “Y-yes.”
“You sure about that?”
She spoke more firmly this time. “Yes.”
“Good answer.” His expression darkened with sensual promise. “You ain’t gonna regret this, Mia. I guarantee it.”
Chapter Seven
Mia’s cell phone rang on Thursday evening just as she was walking through the door. Her heart skipped a beat because she figured it was Jackson calling about their date tonight, but when she saw the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen, her excitement died.
It was a Nevada area code. She didn’t know anyone in Nevada.
But she did know someone who moved around so much they might be in Nevada.
Anger rose in her throat, but she forced herself not to get unnecessarily riled up. She might be wrong about the caller. Maybe it was an old college friend she hadn’t heard from in years. Or a lawyer calling to tell her she’d just inherited a gazillion dollars from a relative she hadn’t known existed.
Wariness crawled up her spine as she swiped her finger on the touch screen to answer the call. “Hello?”
“Mia! Oh, baby, it’s so good to hear your voice!”
The rage returned in full-force, hardening her insides and stiffening her shoulders. It took a serious amount of effort to respond, though her words were cold and biting.
“What do you want?”
On the other end, Brenda Whatever-her-current-last-name sounded devastated. “Baby, it’s me. It’s your mom.”
“I know who it is,” she said through clenched teeth. “And I repeat, what do you want?”
A soft sob met her eardrums, but Mia wasn’t put off by her mother’s crocodile tears. The woman was a master manipulator who knew precisely which buttons to push. In Mia’s case, Brenda knew to appeal to her daughter’s innate tendency to take care of others in need, but after years of playing this game, Mia knew better than to fall for it.
“I just wanted to see how my daughter was doing.” Brenda sniffled. “It’s been so long since we’ve talked.”
A cloud of disbelief swirled through her. “And why do you think that is, Mom? You dropped Danny off on my doorstep two years ago and haven’t been heard from since!”
There was another sniffing noise. “I told you, I needed to focus on my marriage, baby. I needed time to nurture the new relationship.”
Mia was so angry she was ready to burst. “No, what you told me was that you needed me to watch Danny while you went on your honeymoon. I didn’t think you were giving me a teenage boy to raise.”
“Our wires must have gotten crossed then. I thought you understood what I was asking for.”
“Oh, you mean a two-year hall pass from motherhood?” she snapped. “Is that what you were asking for?”