Sacrifice (8 page)

Each touch was another layer of
emotion, of pleasure. It was an unspoken vow, a memory Jared knew he would
never be free of.

He watched her eyes; the dark green
depths were liquid with her rising passion and the heat and hunger filling her
body. Her face flushed, her lips becoming fuller as he nipped at them.

“Are you going to tease me to
death?” she asked him huskily as he bent to her, his hands smoothing over her
shoulders, her back. Had he ever touched anything or anyone as soft as Kimber?

“It would be my pleasure,” he
growled, restraining his smile at her soft expulsion of laughter.

“That wasn’t what I meant,” she
informed him, her voice breaking on a moan as his fingers tested the lush
fullness of her hips. “I’ve been teased enough, Jared. I need you.”

He could hear the hunger that raged
through his own body, heating her voice. Yes, she needed, just as he needed,
wanted, craved. She was the air he breathed now, the beat of his heart. Letting
her go would eventually destroy him.

“Move up.” He gripped her hips,
easing her further up on the mattress as he spread her out before him. “This is
my fantasy,” he told her roughly as he drew the strap he had anchored to the
center of the headboard to the middle of the bed. “Give me your hands now.”

The long leather strap held two
Velcro cuffs at the end. It would allow him to turn her to either her back, or
lay her on her stomach without worrying about readjusting the position of the
restraints.

He watched her eyes go wild with
excitement, her nipples tightening further as a whispering moan left her
throat.

“Oh yes, you like this don’t you,
baby.” He smiled tightly as he raised her arms and strapped her wrists into the
restraints. “I like this too, Kimber. Having you helpless beneath me, unable to
fight your needs, or mine. Seeing you go up in flames has to be the most
beautiful sight in the world, baby.”

And it was. Jared could think of
nothing more exciting, more arousing, than Kimberly’s lust. He wanted to fuel
it, wanted to see how hot, how high he could make her burn.

He watched her tug at the
restraints, saw her realization that unlike those at The Club, there was no
escape from the ones he used. She strained against them, her body arching as
lust began to overwhelm her.

“There you go,” he whispered as his
hand smoothed between her breasts to the rounded contours of her abdomen. “Go
wild for me, Kimber,” he encouraged her as his cock strained for relief between
his thighs. “You’re nice and safe here. No one can see you, no one will take
anything you can’t give. This is just for you, baby, all for you…”

Her lust was for him, though. He
saw the desperation begin to glitter in her eyes as he reached for the items he
had laid out on the bedside table earlier. The tub of lubrication gel, the
little vibrating butterfly he would attach around her thighs to rest against
the swollen protrusion of her clit, the remote that would activate the
different levels of stimulation it was programmed for.

“Now, let’s spread those pretty
little thighs.” He forced her legs apart, smiling tightly as she resisted, bucking
against him as her hot little moans fueled his own passions.

Jared moved between her thighs,
holding them apart with his own as his hands gripped the upper portion, his
thumbs within inches of her glistening pussy. The silken folds were unfurling,
a soft blush pink thick with the nectar of her passion.

His mouth watered at the sight of
the soft, feminine passion fruit. He moved his hands closer, his thumbs
pressing back along the outer lips, watching the little slit widen to reveal
the rosy, cream-laden interior.

Kimber was twisting beneath him
now, her hips arching as she tried to force the aching flesh firmer into his
touch.

“Stay still,” he growled, raising
one hand and allowing it to fall firmly on the pad of her cunt.

“Oh God. Jared…” She cried out his
name as her hips bucked higher, flinching from the pleasure rather than the
pain.

Perspiration dotted her face, her
breasts, her soft little tummy.

“You like that, don’t you, Kimber.”
He tapped at the delicate flesh again, relishing her lusty growl of feminine
demand.

His fingers trailed along the slit
as he lowered himself along the bed, tucking his cock carefully beneath him as
the thick flesh throbbed painfully.

“Spread your thighs wider, Kimber,
or I might have to forget about the little treat I’m dying to taste here. I
have to be able to get to it, baby,” he warned her, keeping his voice rough,
with an edge of danger.

She shivered at the sound, but
spread her thighs wide, opening the soft folds further. The tiny entrance to
her vagina tempted him, causing him to draw in a hissing, hungry breath. He
couldn’t fill her there with his cock, but he would make certain he fucked her
insane with his flickering tongue.

“Lift up.” He placed a hand beneath
her buttock, enforcing the demand as he dragged a thick cushion from the bottom
of the bed.

It was pillow-sized, but firmer,
ensuring that her hips remained elevated for what he had in mind. He pushed it
beneath her hips, leaving the lower portion of her buttocks without anything to
hamper his desires.

His gaze met hers as he lifted the
tube of lubrication then and spread the gel along his fingers. She could barely
hold her eyes open, the excitement was rising so high. They lay at half-mast as
she fought for breath while the storm of pleasure raged inside her body.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” He
smiled down at her, feeling emotions he had never thought he would know with
another person. The emotions his father had once described that he felt with
his mother.

Tenderness, passion, a wild hunger
that no other woman would ever be able to sate. He had been born for Kimberly
alone. As trite as it sounded, as much as it went against the hard-edged
warrior philosophy he had always lived by, still, he knew it to be the truth.
He lived to love her.

“Jared…” She screamed his name,
causing his cock to spill a silky stream of cum at the excitement that shot
through his own body then.

Her voice was hoarse, ragged, the
sexual hunger like a living thing inside her as his tongue slid through the
narrow channel of her pussy and his fingers tucked against the puckered opening
of her anus.

He felt the taut muscles of her ass
flexing, drawing at his fingers as he held them against her while his tongue
began to lick at the quivering folds of her pussy, drawing the sweet, seductive
nectar deep into his senses.

Her clit throbbed against his
tongue, her hips bucked against his caresses as her voice became thicker,
pleading, drawing him deeper into the sensual spell she cast over his heart and
his loins.

She tasted sweet and spicy on his lips,
the flood of her juices only spurred his own lusts higher, made him crave more
and yet more of the seductive screams that erupted from her throat.

His tongue circled her clit, his
lips sucked at it, drawing it into the heat of his mouth and working it with
tender, firm motions. He drew her to the very edge of reason, then slowly drew
her back, grimacing at her pleading little moans. His fingers slowly, slowly
began to finally sink inside the reflexive clasp of her anus, feeling her open
for him, the sensitive tissue stretching for first one finger, then another.

Her hips strained against the
impalement, pushing them deeper as her hands gripped the short strands of his
hair and fought to hold him to the straining bud of her clit.

He growled against her flesh,
feeling her flinch with the impending orgasm a second before he went lower. His
tongue rimmed the convulsing entrance to her pussy a second before he began to
push it slowly inside her.

One gentle thrust, then another, he
filled the entrance, pressed against the tightened muscles and felt her unravel
beneath him. Her climax exploded through her, sending her sweet cream rushing
to his mouth as the tight tissue surrounding his thrusting fingers began to
quiver in response. She shook apart, burning like a flame as she erupted in her
pleasure.

Jared didn’t give her time to ease
down from the storm riding her. Before she could pulse in yet another
explosion, he was on his knees, his fingers spreading a thick coating of the
lubrication over his cock as he lifted her feet to his shoulders, tucked his
cock at the rear entrance and began to press forward.

Kimberly was lost in the orgasm
that continued to shudder through her as she felt the thick width of Jared’s
cock begin to press against her anal entrance. Fire shot through the nerve
endings there as pleasure and pain converged, swamping her senses and pushing
higher despite the release that still shook her body.

She was only barely aware of him
donning the condom before he began entering her, but it in no way affected the
sensations ripping through her.

Fiery heat filled her anus as the
flared head of his cock opened her ass wide and began to push deeper, deeper
inside her. She could feel every vein, every thick inch pushing inside her,
caressing sensitized tissue, sending electrical shards of sensation ripping
through her body to explode in sizzling bursts of hunger deep inside her pussy.

Her hands gripped his wrists where
he held her thighs open, her feet resting on his broad shoulders as he stared
down at her intently. She could feel the tension gathering in her body, in his
body, as slowly, inch by torturous inch he filled her to overflowing.

“God, I’m worse than a kid with his
first woman,” he panted above her as his cock throbbed imperatively within the
tight clasp of her anus.

“Jared.” The excruciating
pleasure/pain building within her was more than she could bear. As though the
excess juices that flowed from her pussy was desensitizing her yet driving her
higher, hotter. She needed more to climax now; she needed the sharp, painful
sensations to drive over that furthest edge.

“I know, baby,” Jared groaned as he
lifted the vibrating butterfly from the bed.

With quick, expert movements, he
attached the straps to her thighs before positioning the powerful little device
over her clit.

“Get ready, baby.” He smiled down
at her as she watched him with wide, innocent eyes. She had no idea where she
was about to fly.

He flexed his hips, dragging his
cock back to the entrance of her tight ass before he flipped the vibrator to
its highest setting and plunged inside her again. He knew the sharp, electrical
pulses that would attack her sensitive bud would send her screaming toward
climax as he raided the hot back channel.

It did just as he anticipated. Her
entire body stiffened for a second as her anal muscles locked on his thrusting
cock. Then her scream rocked his soul as her release tore through her. Over and
over she clenched and jerked against him, the rhythmic milking of her ass on
his cock destroying his own control until he plunged inside her one last time
and spilled his seed into the latex covering he had barely remembered to don.

His chest heaving for breath, his
release shuddering through him, Jared collapsed over Kimberly’s shuddering
body, groaning in regret as he forced himself to ease from the tight clasp and
dispose of the latex protection.

Weakly, he released the stras to
the butterfly and removed it from her quivering body. The restraints came next.
He pushed the strap back and pulled Kimberly gently into his arms. His hands
smoothed down her back, soothing the shuddering tremors, the little whimpers
she emitted every so often.

“Okay?” he panted as he whispered a
kiss over the top of her head.

“…dead…” she muttered. “Shuttup and
let me rest in peace.”

He chuckled. A rough, exhausted
sound that refused to be held at bay.

“Rest, baby,” he grunted, jerking
the comforter from the foot of the bed and drawing it over them before
collapsing against the pillows.

He would get her up for a shower
soon. For now, he wanted just this. Kimberly sleeping against him, holding her
tight in his arms, the scent of her filling his senses. His eyes closed, his
body relaxed against her and followed her quickly into sleep.

Keeping up with Jared on the farm
would have been an impossible task if he hadn’t been willing to let her keep up
with him. By afternoon, she was dragging with exhaustion and all she had done
was follow from one point to another as he oversaw what she was learning was a
vast operation.

Was there anything he didn’t do?

First thing that morning he was
meeting with some poor farmer who was convinced that the sperm of a prize bull
Jared owned was worth more money than Kimberly made in a month. She had sat and
listened in amazement as a deal was reached, a check was written out, and some
misguided fool left with a test tube of cow soldiers for a price that should
have been illegal.

“Highway robbery,” she accused
Jared under her breath as the happy little man left with a broad smile on his
face.

“Do you have any idea how much I
paid for that bull?” He arched a brow as he stared down at her in amusement.
“Trust me, sweetheart, Mr. Cunningham got a good deal, and he knows it.”

Kimberly snorted. “I saw a lot of
cows on my way here, Jared,” she said, fighting to hold back her laughter. “He
could have stopped on the way, jacked one off and gone home without losing a
fortune. No wonder farms are failing across the nation; you guys don’t let the
poor critters breed the natural way.”

He swatted at her rear, laughing as
she jumped out of his way and tossed him a saucy grin in reply.

“Woman, you’re a menace,” he had
growled, catching her to his chest and dropping a quick kiss to her lips. “Come
on, I have to check on the horses before we head back to the house for lunch. I
have a ton of paperwork waiting on me.”

Kimberly was still waiting for
lunch. She propped her foot on the lower rail of the corral and watched at he
talked to the foreman. His sun-bronzed face was creased into a thoughtful
expression, his sensual, slightly fuller lower lips had tightened, the five
o’clock shadow had come early to his chin, giving him a dangerous, sexy look.
She wanted to drag him back to bed, run her hands over his body, and lick him
from head to toe.

She had nearly accomplished that
task earlier that morning. Unfortunately, she made it as far as the thick
length of his cock and became sidetracked by the power and promise in that hard
flesh.

She propped her hands on the upper
rail of the fence, rested her chin on them and wondered what the hell she was
going to do now. She was falling in love with him. Hell no, she wasn’t. She was
already in love with him; had been for nearly a year now and had refused to
admit to it.

Was it his smile that first invaded
her heart? That quirky, crooked little smile that he seemed to have for her
alone? Or was it his eyes, a stormy gray one minute, a soft, gentle slate the
next? No, it was all of him—his teasing, his gentleness, the many ways he had
found to make their meetings special, to give them an air of fun no matter how
crazy he made her. There was something about him; as hard and dangerous as she
sensed he could be, she could also see the soft, inner core of him.

The buzzing of the cell phone at
her waist jerked her quickly out of her thoughts and back to reality. Jerking
the little device from its holder at her side she quickly checked the caller
display and grimaced in distaste before flipping the receiver up and connecting
to the call.

“I’m on assignment,” she said
coolly. “What do you want?”

There was a moment of silence
across the line.

“Typical response.” Her father’s
voice was as righteous and prim as ever. “Are you ever not on assignment,
Kimberly?”

“Not if you’re calling,” she
assured him.

“You should be here at home, where
I can see you properly protected,” he snapped. “I should have known better than
to expect you to take a reasonable course of action. Thankfully, Carolyn’s son
might be a pervert, but he is trained where you’re lacking.”

Boy, was that the truth. Kimberly
grinned at the sensual knowledge, though she knew her father was talking about
an entirely different matter.

“Yes, I’m alive. Jared is alive.
The bad guys haven’t won yet. Anything else?”

There were days she felt a flare of
guilt for the animosity she showed the man who should have been her father. His
caustic attitude and sniping tone never failed to dissuade her from the feeling
though.

She heard the shuffle of papers
through the phone line, felt the tension that suddenly invaded it.

“Stay out of his bed, Kimberly.”
His voice, when he spoke again was hard and icy cold. “I’ll never approve a
marriage to him and I doubt seriously that a man of Jared’s temperament will be
willing to wait the required five years. Don’t make the mistake of thinking you
can play him as easily as you think you can play everyone else.”

Why did it still hurt? For a
moment, she was amazed at the ever-present slice of pain that struck her chest
whenever he revealed his contempt of her.

“Did you receive the doctor’s
report last week?” she asked him rather than answering his accusation.

“Of course,” he snarled. “They are
sent directly to me.”

“Then I will assume you are aware I
am still a virgin,” she said sweetly. “Until the reports say otherwise,
anything I do and whoever I do it with is none of your concern. Correct?”

The blatant, falsely sweet tone of
her voice would have his face turning red, his hazel eyes nearly bulging. She
felt a flare of satisfaction at that thought.

“You think this is about no more
than the tests?” he raged. “You are as corrupt…”

“Don’t say it.” She couldn’t bear
to hear it. Not now. “I’ll hang up the second you do. If you don’t have
anything pertaining to this assignment to say, then I’ll hang up so fast you
won’t know what’s hit you.”

“He shares his women, Kimberly,
shares them with his friends and God knows who else. No daughter of mine will
be part of that.”

She wished she wasn’t his daughter.
It would have made things much easier on her.

“When you’re ready to be a father,
rather than a moral barometer, be sure to let me know.”

She disconnected the call slowly as
she stared across the corral at Jared. He was staring back at her with a frown,
one that didn’t ease when she sent him a quick smile. Her father’s accusations
flitted through her mind, reminding her of who and what Jared was. A member of
The Club. A man whose sexuality was so far advanced, so out of any other male’s
league, that the sheer scope of it sent her pulse racing.

Yes, if he possessed her, he would
share her. He would pick a third, just as the other members of The Club did,
and he would share her, stroke her every fantasy and give her a freedom to
enjoy it that most women could only dream about.

Did it make her love him less? It
made her love him more. It made her hurt more, because no matter how she might
dream, or how often she assured herself that five years wasn’t that long, she
knew better. It could be a lifetime.

“Kimber.” He stood on the other
side of the fence now, watching her worriedly, his brow furrowed into a
concerned frown. “Everything okay?”

“Fine.” She swallowed tightly as
she stemmed the tears and the knowledge of everything she was being denied.
“Are you hungry yet? Lunch was an hour ago, Jared. I think I’m starved, it’s
been hours since breakfast.”

She knew by the narrowing of his
eyes that she wasn’t hiding anything from him. For the first time in her life
she was faced with someone she couldn’t fool.

“Kimber.” He reached across the
fence, his hand cupping her cheek and only then did she feel the slight
dampness that had fallen from her eyes to her cheeks.

Her smile fell.

She licked her lips, staring up at
him regretfully, aware of the rising emotion that began to fill the air.

“I want too much,” she finally
whispered. “As always, I just want too much.”

She turned away from him then and
rushed across the barnyard, heading for the house. She couldn’t face him any
longer. Couldn’t face the past, the future without him, or the demands suddenly
whipping through her. She couldn’t face Jared, or she would never survive the
choice she had sworn she would make.