Page 25 of Serial Love

Pulling her closer, he crushed her breasts against his chest at the same time that he was painfully aware of her core nestled directly on his swollen dick. The image of her naked, in this same position riding his cock, had him thrusting his hips upwards.

She groaned at the contact, flexing her hips downward wanting to quench the desire for friction.

The kiss continued until Bethany wasn’t sure where she ended, and he began. His tongue had ravaged her senses leaving her wrecked for any other man.All this from a kiss,she thought before he moved from her mouth, his kisses trailing from her lips to her earlobe and then down her throat, where he sucked at the sensitive place where her pulse beat erratically.

No longer caring that they were in plain view on the front porch of the lodge, she squirmed again on his lap, seeking relief.

Her movement finally brought Jack back to his senses, and he gently took her arms and pushed her away. Seeing the disappointment and rejection on herface had him ready to pull her back in, kiss her senseless and take her on the porch. But she deserved more. Much more.

Shaking his head, he said, “No, doll. Not saying no to this…just no to right now. We’re in plain sight of anyone walking along the lane and I’m not taking advantage of your situation.” He stood, holding her arms firmly so she would not fall as they moved together. Steadying her on her legs, he continued to hold her tightly.

“You have to think about everything I said tonight. What I said, what you need, and what you feel. Then it’s up to you. I want you and while my life is not easy, if you want in, baby, I’ll work like hell to make it work for us. But I’m leaving that first step up to you.”

“How will I let you know?” she asked, peering up into his eyes, wanting so much to see what she knew was in hers.

“Got a security gate. You drive up and I’ll let you in.”

Nodding, she drew a shaky breath, running her tongue over her tingling lips. He smiled, leaned down and kissed her once more. “Now go inside and let me hear the deadbolt lock.”

He patted her ass as she turned, still in her kiss-induced stupor, and did as told. She went inside, turned the deadbolt, stood by the window looking out as he pulled himself up into his truck and drove away. Then she mounted the stairs, changed into pajamas, brushed her teeth, and climbed into bed. There she lay awake pondering all that he had told her, wondering if there really was a place for her in his life. Then she fell asleep,dreaming of the big, handsome man whose kisses stole her breath…and her heart.

Jack passed by the drive to his property and headed into the small town about ten miles down the road. Pulling into Chuck’s Bar & Grill, he grinned as he recognized several of the vehicles in the parking lot. Chuck’s had become a second meeting place for the Saints besides Jack’s compound. A place where they could relax, shoot pool, drink beer, meet up with some women always on the prowl, and if they were daring? Chow down on some of Chuck’s greasy hamburgers and French fries.

Walking into the dim interior, his eyes quickly adjusted as he walked over to the bar. Sliding onto one of the mismatched stools next to the clean, but well-worn bar, he gave a chin lift to Chuck, standing at the other end. Chuck walked over, a beer already in his hand to give to Jack.

“Yo, big man. What’s happening’?” Chuck called out.

Jack took a pull on his beer and just smiled. “Not much, Chuck. Was heading home and decided to pop in and have a beer with some friends.”

A tall, middle-aged blonde, with big curves and even bigger hair grinned over at Jack. “Lordy me, if it ain’t the boss-man himself. How ya’ doing honey?” she called out.

“Life’s not bad, Trudie,” he replied.

Walking over, she eyed him suspiciously. “You’re smiling,” she accused. “Well, not much, but I can see itkinda twinklin’ in your eyes.” Rearing back, she slapped her hand down on the well-worn bar and exclaimed, “You got yourself a woman?”

Chuck whipped his head around at this and watched as Jack threw up his hands in defeat. “Now Trudie, you know you’re the only woman for me,” he said.

Just then Marc and Cam came from the back pool area to get new beers and saw their boss trying to defend himself from Trudie’s glare.

“A woman?” Cam asked.

Trudie tapped a long fingernail on the beer she was handing to Marc and said, “Yessir, I do believe our Jack may be smiling for a woman-reason.”

After Cam and Marc got their beers, they headed back toward the pool tables, Jack following closely behind before Trudie became any more clairvoyant.

Blaise and Bart were at one table, a pretty red-head and a built brunette snuggling up close to them. Chuck’s was known as a local hangout, but as the only bar in the area, it was not unusual to find visitors here as well— sportsmen, skiers in the winter, campers in the summer. Jack did not recognize the girls, but then Blaise and Bart were pussy-magnets. His eyes swept back over Cam, Marc, and Chad…hell, all his men were pussy-magnets.

Taking another pull from his beer, his mind wandered back to the beautiful woman he had left at her lodge and wondered if she would take the chance. For him…he was ready.

10

Jack stood on his deck, morning coffee in his hand, attempting to review the notes Luke left for him on the latest information concerning the victims. But his mind was on her. The way her silky hair slid through his fingers. Her breasts crushed against his chest. Her hips involuntarily grinding against his cock, seeking what they both wanted. Needed.

Using the discipline forged during his tours with the Special Forces, he shook his head and refocused on the words in front of him. He settled in one of his chairs, coffee cup on the wide arms and perusing on his tablet.

The information indicated that when Luke went back further in time, there were reports of missing girls from college campuses in Virginia for the past fourteen years. Luke had already siphoned off the ones that occurred somewhere else and only listed the ones where loved ones had contacted the police as missing.

Once more, the list appeared inconclusive. Differentraces, different backgrounds, different majors, jobs…nothing to tie them together.

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