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  “I don’t want a man to make me complete. I’ve molded my life.”

  Silver whispered. “Then why do you live for his touch? Of all the men out there, that one look in his eye makes your insides quiver. You fight it but he’s who you’ll always crave.”

  Jessie’s eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t told anyone her feelings. Angrily, she yanked off the necklace with a jerk. She knew what the problem was. The necklace kept her tied to him, kept her thinking about him nonstop and craving his touch. “I don’t think so.”

  No one would tell her how she would and wouldn’t feel. She was in complete control of her own destiny.

  Nothing would interfere.

  The necklace dangled loosely in her fist, the velvet cord swaying back and forth like a live creature. A snake, testing the air.

  “You didn’t stop to ask what happens to a rejected toy, did you?” Silver snapped. “Well, he’s punished. He apparently didn’t please you the way he should have. Now, I’m stuck with him. Unfortunately, I can’t care for him the way Scarlett can, he’s hers. Under her protection. Hence the matching of the eyes. I simply must watch while he’s abused by countless women.”

  “I thought it was just one month out of the year? His birthday month?”

  “Supposed to have been. Something went wrong, probably because Scarlett accidentally made you the slave during September instead. Somehow Levi got a double whammy. He’ll be a boy toy for eleven months and gets his birthday month free. Yet he used it on you. He was free but he still picked you.” Silver’s voice was grim. “I hope he survives. That’s a lot of bleakness for one hopeful guy. All he wanted was love.”

  “I’m not capable of that. I never went in looking for love.”

  “You’re not willing to allow yourself to feel. No matter, he’s not your problem any more than he’s mine. And I’m tired of having to fix my sister’s messes.”

  “But—” Jessie started. Then stopped, because Silver had already gone.

  Chapter Five

  Jessie tried to return to her normal life. But something was missing, a vital part of it that lacked satisfaction. The usual crowd that she hung with was flat and uninteresting.

  Including the men.

  She was horny but bored. She lusted but not after just anyone. Only one person—the one she had left behind.

  There was a message from Scarlett on the bar’s answering machine. “Silvery? It’s your favorite sister. Levi’s on his way. Jessie needs to leave the pendant with you so the cycle can go on uninterrupted. Do with him what you want but try not to let just anyone grab the necklace, okay? And tell him I’m sorry.”

  What did she mean by that?

  “Message for me?” Silver asked from behind her.

  “Yeah. Levi’s coming. I need to give him the pendant.”

  There was a pause.

  “Just toss it in the Lost and Found,” Silver told her. “Let anyone find it.”

  “Anyone? You’re not going to make sure she’s right for him?” If her voice sounded indignant, so be it.

  Silver eyed her curiously. “Not my problem. He’s not my toy. I took care of mine, gave him to Nina. I didn’t ask for the responsibility of another one. You do it if you want.”

  “Send him to my place when he gets here,” Jessie said and stomped off, missing the quick smile that lit Silver’s face.

  Her new apartment already felt like home. It was a lot like Levi’s old apartment but with a few more feminine touches that made it softer. She didn’t know when she realized her comfort level rose when she began buying furniture that resembled his, but it did.

  She tried to relax in a hot shower, but it didn’t help. She’d just finished dressing when the doorbell rang. Her heart raced. She knew who was on the other side of that wooden door, she felt it in her gut. He was here already.

  She pulled the door open and felt her breath catch. Stupidly, she stared at him, unable to utter a word.

  He spoke instead. “I went to the bar to retrieve the pendant but Silver sent me here,” he said, his tone wary.

  Dark stubble roughened his jaw, emphasizing his eyes somehow. The color of his jawline darkened, maybe, making his sapphire eyes appear bluer. His waist was tight in the dark shirt he wore, his abs hard and outlined with ridges.

  She gulped, aware she stared. “I have it,” she said quickly. “My pendant.”

  “You stake a claim to it?”

  What did he mean? His tone was oddly formal.

  “I do,” she agreed. Before she could explain she wouldn’t let just any female have it, he continued.

  Levi had that wary look in his eyes. “What would you like?”

  He really thought she claimed the necklace so she could have eleven months of his servitude? What must he think of her?

  She gave up. Sometimes, what wasn’t meant to be was just impossible to accomplish. She’d tried her best at making him understand she wasn’t the selfish bitch she had been.

  But he had his own issues and expectations. Coupled with hers, they had a double whammy going against them.

  And hell, everyone had their own expectations of her anyway. At what point did she just give up and enjoy the ride?

  “I’d like my turn at commanding you,” she said and stepped aside so he could enter.

  His cheeks flushed with resentment. She wanted him naked but instead she closed the door, turned to him and whipped off the bandana top that was tied around her breasts, freeing them.

  His face was expressionless but she felt a small glimmer of satisfaction anyway. For he didn’t realize the resentment was gone.

  She unsnapped her shorts and shimmied them off her hips, standing before him in her thong panties and nothing else. Slowly she peeled those off her legs, opening them enough to give him a peek of the freshly shaven pussy that was already drenched with desire.

  “Follow me,” she commanded, noticing he didn’t look the least put out.

  It was still daylight out when she took him onto her small balcony and sat in the cushioned seat with her legs up over the arms.

  “Do you like what you see, Levi?”

  “You know I do, sexy girl.”

  “Why don’t you bring that Texan drawl closer to me?”

  He kneeled between her spread thighs, kissing the smooth inner skin. “This close?” he murmured. She could only moan as he traced heated circles with his tongue along the sensitive inside of her leg, higher and higher to where she was hoping his mouth would go.

  “Suck my lips,” she whispered and caught her breath when he did just that. He sucked them into his mouth, all the way in, as if he could suck them to the back of his throat. They squirmed deliciously and she began to rock her hips.

  Slowly he pulled on them with his lips, stretching them out.

  “More,” she gasped and he spread her lips so her clitoris poked out. He licked it rhythmically, over and over, until he sucked it into his mouth.

  Erotically, he ran the tip of a soaked finger over her puckered anus while he sucked. Pushed it inside, over and over, until she thought she’d explode.

  She was stark naked and wanted a luscious cock to fill her and make her whole. “Strip,” she ordered He peeled off his shirt first, then his jeans. His cock was as hard as a rock and flushed a deep purple. He slipped a condom over it and rubbed the mushroom-shaped head up and down her wet slit.

  “More,” she demanded.

  He slid it up between her lips again and pressed it against her tight clitoris, then back down. Almost slid it into her pussy but then dragged it lower.

  Tentatively, he rubbed it to the puckered rim he’d fingered earlier.

  She didn’t stop him and he knew what that meant.

  “Do you want this?” he whispered.

  “I don’t know,” she answered. “It feels too good to stop.”

  “Bend over your balcony and let me spread your pretty ass,” he said.

  It sounded like a wonderful plan. She stood on shaky legs and moved the
few feet to the concrete balcony. She could look over the top to the people down below, none of whom knew she was getting a delicious fuck.

  Maybe up the ass. If she was brave enough.

  True to his word, he spread the cheeks of her ass and ran his cock through her wet slit, up and down it, gathering her slick wetness. She was tense as she waited for the penetration in her ass.

  Instead, he kneeled and poked his warm tongue in.

  She hissed, arching her back like a cat. He had her hips gripped firmly in his hand, his thumbs holding her cheeks apart.

  He licked again and she thought she would die from the sheer, intense pleasure. Slowly he stood and placed the thick head of his cock against her puckered rim.

  He paused, fighting the urge to push in.

  She wanted more, so she moved her hips backward and swallowed the head. It felt good, pressing against nerve endings and filling her up. He crept in deeper, until she felt his hair-roughened thighs against hers, his chest against her back.

  Their bodies locked in place.

  His cock embedded deep into her ass.

  “Now, I can begin to move,” he whispered into her ear. “Or I can just hold still, with you filled up, while I play with your clit ’til you come.”

  “I want you to pull on my clit, stretch it out,” she gasped, wondering if the strangled voice was hers.

  “See them all down there?” he asked. “Not a clue we’re fucking up here. All they’d have to do is look up and see your sexy naked breasts and most men would have to pull their cocks out right on the sidewalk to jack off to the image of you.”

  He reached between her legs, finding her slippery little clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed it gently but it was rough enough to drive her wild.

  She no longer worried about the pain of taking it up her ass. Instead, she began to rock against him, tightening her asshole around his cock, squeezing him with her sphincter muscles.

  “Oh, you’re going to make me come,” he breathed in her ear and then jerked deep in her body.

  “Oh, shit,” he yelled as he thrust into her and released on a deep whoosh of exhalation, his body frantic behind her. She could feel him quivering behind her, as his movements slowed.

  “Over you go,” he said and slid a finger into her tight pussy while he pulled out of her anus and pushed back in.

  There was hardly enough room in her swollen pussy and the pressure made her explode.

  “Aaah,” she yelled, her own orgasm sending a rush of sticky sweetness to coat his finger.

  She collapsed onto the balcony wall, her nipples pushing into the roughness of the concrete.

  Before she knew it, he picked her up and carried her back inside, her head tucked onto his shoulder where she could inhale the scent of his aftershave.

  Together they lay on the bed, he flat on his back with her on top of him, his arms wrapped around her like he’d never let go.

  She raised her head. “I’d like to give you your own necklace.”

  His mouth hung open at her request.

  “Destroy it.”

  She ripped it from her throat, not caring that she broke it. “I don’t want either of us to have control over the other,” she said. “I want to please you. Not because you order me to but because you deserve complete happiness. So here’s the thing. I can’t control you anymore. You can’t control me. But I want to please you in any way possible and I hope you want to do the same for me.”

  He nodded. “You know I want that, Jessie. I tried to tell you, over and over.”

  “I didn’t understand then. I thought you just wanted sex and to order me to do it any way you wanted.”

  “No, sexy girl,” he said, pulling her long hair back gently so he could kiss her lips. “I love you, Jessie. I want you forever. Will you marry me?”

  His voice was vulnerable. He was putting himself out there. For her.

  She pulled his head to hers and before she kissed him, whispered, “I will always love you.”

  He held her against him tightly, as if he’d never let go It felt so right, to be wrapped up in his arms. She continued on. “Of course I’ll marry you. Because I can’t imagine life with anyone else.”

  About the Author

  During my daytime job, I explore people of all types. At night, I love to read.

  Why did I start writing? My favorite authors were all between books and I twiddled my thumbs until deciding, “Hey, I can do this for someone else out tere who’s waiting for a new release too!” My favorite authors in no particular order include: Kim Harrison, Laurell K Hamilton, Jim Butcher, Charlaine Harris and Kelley Armstrong. So obviously, I cling to urban fantasy type work with one difference—I’m a romance author at heart. I must have my happy ending with Prince Charming. And no, it doesn’t matter if he has fangs. Or fur. As long as he’s naked, we’ll be just fine! Therefore, Ellora’s Cave seems a perfect fit for my work.

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