Page 74 of Beautiful Vengeance
“Yes.”She reached between them and stroked him, dragging his cock across her clit the same way he’d done before.
“But not today.Today you’re going to sink that tight little pussy onto me.”
She notched him at her entrance and did exactly as he’d commanded, her eyes never once leaving his while she did.Only when she was impaled to the hilt did she lean back, propping her hands on his thighs, and start to move.She rolled her body, slow and sensuous, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.
Jude gripped her hips, allowing her to lead.“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, sunshine.Nothing—no one—compares to you.”
“You’re mine, Jude MacNamara, and don’t you forget it.”She leaned forward and shifted up to grip the headboard over his head, picking up her pace, fucking him the way she knew he liked.He captured one of her nipples in his mouth and she let go of the headboard to cup the back of his head, pulling on his hair a little.
“Take what’s yours, sunshine.”She swiveled her hips in a move that made his eyes damn near cross.“Fuck.”
“God, Jude, I’m never going to get enough of you.”She grabbed his hand and pressed it between her legs, waiting until he gave her clit a stroke to let go.“Touch me.”
“You don’t have to ask twice.”He made a V of his fingers and positioned his hand so her clit would ride up against him with every move.It didn’t take long for her strokes to become wild, frantic.
He loved that.He loved seeing the calm mask she wore to face the rest of the world go up in smoke, replaced by wanton need that she looked tohimto provide.She was stronger than she gave herself credit for, stronger than he’d given her credit for at first, but hell if she didn’t keep surprising him.
Her orgasm hit her, her pussy milking him, her mouth parting in a gasp that hit him right in the chest.Fuck, he loved that sound.He let her carry him over the edge, pounding into her until he couldn’t take the pleasure or the pressure anymore.“Sloan.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sloan didn’t talk to Carrigan on the flight.She barely looked at her sister, her mind wrapped up in the man who was making his separate way back to Boston.If Dmitri Romanov didn’t know they were both back in the area, Jude didn’t want to announce it.Not separated forever.I won’t let it be forever.
Jude hadn’t wanted her to go.She’d seen it written all over his face before he’d shut down.She bet he’d even considered hauling her off to God knew where and chaining her to a radiator or something while he dealt with Romanov.Though, knowing Jude, he likely had some well-appointed cell where he’d sex her into submission before flying off to face the danger alone.
We’re both facing danger.That’s what has to happen to make a clean break.
“I know I said you needed to come back to Boston, but are you sure about this?”
She turned to find Carrigan had dropped into the seat across from her.Sloan had never flown on a private jet before—she hadn’t flownat allbefore her escape—but Carrigan looked right at home in the luxurious setting.Sloan crossed her legs, still feeling a little tender from what she and Jude had done earlier.“No, I’m not sure.”
“Damn, Sloan.Just…damn.”Carrigan shook her head.“I don’t know what you have planned, but I can only help so much.I’m already riding the line by showing up to help, though it was worth it.”
She didn’t deserve her sister.Once upon a time, she’d privately thought Carrigan was selfish, but she couldn’t have been more wrong.Sloanwas the selfish one.Her throat burned, and she swallowed hard.“I’m sorry.I was such a terrible person and I’m sorry, and—”
“Stop.”Carrigan crossed to her seat and put her arm around her.“We’re all just ships in the middle of a hurricane, doing our best to survive.For me, that meant breaking with the majority of the family.For you, that meant something different at the time.It’s okay.”
“How can you say that?I should have returned your calls.”
“Maybe.I understood why you didn’t, even if it hurt.”Carrigan shrugged and gave her a squeeze.“But you called me when it counted.You trusted me enough to get you out of that situation without trying to haul you somewhere, insisting I knew what was best for you.That means something.”
“Still.”She pressed her lips together, though the burning in her throat had now reached her eyes.“I’m sorry.”
“You’re forgiven.”
Just like that.Nothing more to it.She caught James watching them over Carrigan’s shoulder and fought back a shudder.Thereismore to it than that.It doesn’t matter that Carrigan’s forgiven me—Jameshasn’t forgiven me for hurting her.
She liked him a little bit because of that.
Needing to focus on anything but what she and Jude were about to do—to risk—Sloan said, “Tell me what you’ve been doing since we last talked.”
Carrigan’s eyes sparked.“It’s been a wild ride.James and I have set up a nonprofit foundation to help sex-trafficking victims find a new home.I won’t lie and say I don’t absolutely adore talking those rich assholes out of their money.It’s for a good cause, and they have more than enough dollars to go around.”She practically vibrated as she went on to explain how they were setting up stings, of sorts, tipping off the FBI when it suited them, and working their way toward the top supplier of human trafficking on the East Coast.
She’s so incredibly happy.
It sounded dangerous.If one meet went wrong, or one person found out that they were working with cops, even distantly, it would bring the fury of both Sheridans and O’Malleys down on them.
And that wasn’t even getting into theotherenemies they had.
