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Chapter Five

The weekend ended too soon. Jessie sat beside Slade as he pulled the RV into the parking lot at the main camp Sunday evening, dressed in another of his shirts and a pair of his sweatpants that hung on her frame despite the tie at the waist. It was that or go naked. She liked the feel of his clothes against her though, his scent infusing them, reminding her of why her body was so tender and the cause of the exhaustion tugging at her.

Jazz Lancing and Zachary Richards were pulling in beside them. Slade’s closest friends and his partners in the business they owned. They had gone through school and college with Slade. They were tall and tough, just as Slade was, and they were good men. Jessie had known them most of her life and she trusted them.

“Jazz and Zack.” Slade’s voice was filled with humor and a lazy satisfaction that filled her with pride. “I took you away and didn’t let them know.”

Jessie smothered her laughter. She should have told one of them where she was heading when things started getting ugly with Billy, but there hadn’t been time. The regulars to the parties were very protective of the women there, though with both her and Slade missing, they should have been able to put two and two together fairly easy.

She leaned against his chest as he locked the door to the RV and held her close as the RVs parked on each side of Slade’s and the motors were cut.

“Zack needs to find a woman.” She grinned. “He worries too much about the rest of us. It would give him something else to do.”

Slade chuckled, his cheek brushing against her hair as he bent to smooth his lips against her neck. She loved how often he touched her, always wanting her next to him, his fingers playing with her hair, his lips never far away. He didn’t crowd her and many times had wanted nothing more than to just hold her. It sent a warmth flowing through her that she had never known could exist. It filled all the empty places inside her, ones she hadn’t known existed until Slade touched her.

“Did you drive in or do you need a ride?” His hand splayed against her stomach, his fingers rubbing against it lazily as he watched Jazz move from the driver’s seat of the RV.

“A ride.” She had ridden in with friends. “I could call someone.” She didn’t want to presume, didn’t want to put him in a position that he had to offer more than he was willing to give right now.

“I have the bike. I’ll take you home then run back to my place and shower and change. We could go out and eat.”

“Or I could fix something?” She glanced back at him. “I’m a decent cook.”

A slow smile curved his lips. “Even better. Then I could have you for dessert.”

Heat exploded through her body, tightening her breasts further, sending her juices flowing from her pussy. God, she was so pathetic. All it took was a smile to send her into meltdown.

“Sounds perfect to me.” It sounded more than perfect. Another night to hold him close. She could deal with that. Easily.

“Ready to roll?” He flashed her a wicked smile as Jazz and Zack were opening their doors and coming from the RVs.

“Whenever you are.” She glanced back at Jazz’s RV where he stepped outside. His arms crossed over his dark chest, a fierce frown contorting his handsome face. He didn’t look pleased.

“Hey, Jazz.” Slade paused, his arm dropping from her, his body tensing as the other man grunted, his dark blue eyes going over Jessie first then Slade.

“Hey, Slade,” he finally drawled. “I think tomorrow I’ll teach you how to use that radio you keep in that RV. You know, for little warnings when you kidnap pretty little girls.”

“I kidnapped him.” Jessie laughed back at the fierce visage, in no way threatened or frightened of him.

“Come on, Jazz, you don’t think I’m pretty enough to make a man forget to call first?”

She admitted that the knowledge that Slade hadn’t thought to do something that should have been second nature to him, pleased her. She had held his attention, completely.

A smile twitched Jazz’s lips. “Girl, you’re pretty enough to make a grown man forget his own name.” His gaze flickered back to Slade, humor finally lighting the dark depths. “She’s dangerous, buddy, you better watch out for her.”

“I intend to do just that.” Slade’s arm slipped around her once again. “A very close eye.”

Jessie winked at Jazz, a reminder of the warning she had given him the year before—that Slade was hers, and one day, one way, she would prove it.

The other man shook his head, his arms dropping from his chest as he shook a finger at her.

“You’re a bad girl, Jessie,” he grunted. “Your daddy should have spanked you more when you were little.”

“Well, if he gets lucky, maybe I’ll let Slade take care of that minor bit of discipline.” She held back her smile as Jazz’s eyes flickered with surprise a second before he chuckled and shook his head at her.

“I don’t doubt he won’t either.” He turned to Slade then. “Make sure you at least show up at the office on time tomorrow. We have to get that estimate together and get it out before noon.”

“I’ll be there.” Jessie moved past the RV as Slade urged her forward. “See you tomorrow, Jazz.”

The walk along the parking lot was made in silence, a relaxed, easy silence as the early evening warmth surrounded her, and Slade’s hand at her back did little to calm her. The way his fingers stroked and probed, she could feel the sensations clear to her pussy. She was aroused, aching and growing hotter by the minute.

Thankfully, her apartment wasn’t far from the RV lot, because the hard throb of Slade’s Harley beneath her wasn’t helping things as she rode behind him. Her knees clasped his thighs, his back raked against her breasts, sensitizing already overly aroused nipples.

“Here you go.” He pulled into the parking lot, helping her from the bike before easing off himself. “Do you have a spare key?”

She moved quickly to her car, reaching beneath the wheel mount where she kept the spare key and moving to the door. Moments later, the door was unlocked and the security system deactivated.

“Safe and sound…” Her words were cut off as the door slammed closed and she found herself lifted, pressed against it as Slade’s lips ravaged hers.

Her arms went around his neck, her fingers sinking into the wealth of dark blond hair as a whimpering sound of hunger left her throat. His tongue pressed against hers, twined with it, as his lips slanted against hers and ate at her like candy.

His hands weren’t still. His hard body held her close to the door as his fingers curled around her thighs, lifting them to encase his body as he pressed the jeans-covered length of his cock into the notch of her thighs.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he growled as he broke the kiss, staring back at her with eyes dark with lust as his fingers moved deeper beneath her legs, brushing against the aching entrance to her cunt as the wet heat dampened the material of the sweats she wore.

“That’s a good thing.” Her head fell back against the door as his lips moved to her neck, his tongue licking, his teeth raking the tender flesh.

“Not when I’m hard as hell and you need to rest.” He groaned, pulling back before licking at her lips again, teasing her with his tongue a second before his smile lit her heart. “I’m outta here, baby, before I end up fucking you against the door and ruining dessert.”

He released her slowly, pulling her back and opening the door before placing another hard kiss on her lips.

“I’ll be back in a few hours. Be ready for me. We might just hit dessert before dinner.”

His broad chest moved roughly as he breathed in, a grimace twisting his lips before he kissed her again, his tongue delving deep for long moments as Jessie felt her mind disintegrating beneath the dominant possessiveness as his tongue possessed her.

When he pulled back, he unwrapped her arms from his neck, before brushing her lips with his thumb again. “You look pretty like that. Your lips swollen from my kiss, your eyes almost black because you want me almost as damned bad as I know I want you. Keep that look, baby, and I won’t make it five minutes before I fuck you again.”

“That’s supposed to scare me?” She arched her brow suggestively. “You could always shower here, bad boy.”

She watched the muscle jump in his jaw as he stepped back, shaking his head.

“I’ll need clothes. If I’m late to the office tomorrow, Jazz and Zack both will kick my ass. Close that damned door and get in there and hide. Because when I come back, you’ve had it.”

“I’ll love it.” She laughed as he groaned, pressing her back before gripping the door and closing it firmly.

Turning, Jessie leaned against it, closing her eyes, her smile still in place. Finally, Slade was hers. She would learn whatever she had to learn, and in time, she had confidence that she would easily meet whatever needs he had. But he held her, when she knew he wasn’t one to hold his women, at least not in public. He kept her at his side, possessive, dominant. He had taken every opportunity to touch and hold her, finding a pleasure in doing so that she could see in his eyes.

Giddy pleasure filled her as a silly smile shaped her lips. Her fingers bunched in the shirt she wore. The damned thing nearly fell to her knees, but it smelled like Slade, it wrapped around her and reminded her of his touch. Warmed her.

And he was coming back, for dessert. Heat raced through her body, singed every nerve ending and had the blood pulsing fast and hot through her veins as she rushed for the shower. He was coming back and she intended to be ready for him.