Monday, November 21, 2016

A Jewel Thief and a Bounty Hunter on #MoltenMonday #paranormalromance

She's a witchy woman and a jewel thief...
He's the bounty hunter hot on her trail...
The trick is she's toying with him, playing with him and the hunter has become the hunted 
Bounty, story 2 in the Daydreams erotic paranormal short story collection by Dakota Skye content 

She could be anywhere.

I know you're here.

A black cat perched on a post on the pier and watched him. Or at least, in his mood, he imagined that it watched him.

Thinking of the cat that had been on his balcony, he stepped toward it unconsciously. When it bolted from the post, leapt across the hill, and then down another dock, he followed from pure intuition. That cat had been afraid of him...not that cats were usually overly friendly, but something about the way it had bolted triggered his inner predator.

He jogged along the shadows, eyes locked on the cat scurrying toward the end of the pier. There were six boats on this particular dock. He put his hand on the butt of the gun he'd tucked in the back of his jeans and did his best to stay away from the light pools cascading down from the tall poles in between each boat. Far away voices whispered over the water. Rocking waves pulsated against resting hulls and stirred beneath the wooden planks under his feet.

He lost track of the cat, which narrowed it down to the final two boats.

Of course, if he was wrong and he ended up crashing some rich guy's party, his day would end on a definite low. What would his excuse be? Chasing a cat?

And he'd give up.

If, after all this, he'd lost all focus and deductive reasoning, he'd admit defeat and return to Dallas never to speak of his Los Angeles escapades again.

He stood between the two yachts at the end and debated about which one to board first. The cat had long since disappeared and, because they were notorious for hating water, he knew it had boarded one of these.

I can't believe I'm chasing a black cat. He exhaled a long sigh and shook his head with disgust over his level of desperation.

With an eeny-meeny-miney-mo level of decision-making, he chose the one to the left—the dark, empty looking one—and jumped onboard as silently as possible. Creeping low, he found the door on the stern that led inside, pulled on the handle, and frowned when it was open.

This could be another trap, he thought briefly before dismissing the idea. Why would she assume he'd follow a cat? No one in their right mind...

He froze at the menacing click in the otherwise silent boat.

"Hands up. Turn around. Slowly. No tricks."

He'd know that voice anywhere.

He complied and smiled when he came face-to-face with his prey.

She held a gun, but it trembled in her hands. She'd changed into a black dress with a zipper going across her chest diagonally from left shoulder to right hip. Black hair partially covered her face illuminated by the outside light.

"You're not going to shoot me. That's not your style," he said softly.

"There's a first time for everything." She frowned, her confidence from earlier slipping. She used both hands to try to control the shaking gun. "How did you find me?"

"Finding people is a specialty of mine."

She gritted her teeth and motioned for him to step further into the room.

"Why didn't you take your gifts and go?"

"The bigger question is why are you giving me gifts in the first place? I can't be bribed."

They circled around the small space—her holding a gun in her trembling hands and him raising his hands out to his sides.

"You're alone. Always."

"So are you, what's your point?"

"Go to hell, Jakey."

Round and round they went. He kept his gaze locked on the gun while trying to figure out what she was trying to say.

"I can't be bribed," he said again.

"Never assumed you could. Can't a gift just be a gift? No strings attached?"

"Not from you."

"Such a cynic."

"Side-effect of the job."

"You should come to my side. I'm the eternal optimist—no limits, no rules. This situation is unexpected, but I'm confident I'll be leaving you behind tonight, Jake. Optimism. Give it a try."

Taking a chance that she wouldn't accidentally shoot him, he lunged forward and grabbed her wrists. The gun dropped almost immediately, but she fought back using her high heels, claws, and teeth.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the ground.

He pushed her face into the carpet, grabbed her wrists, and searched his back pockets for the handcuffs he hoped like hell he'd remembered to bring. Still she kicked and writhed beneath him, a wild woman with nothing to lose, fighting him until he had her hands secured behind her waist.

"Stop it. I've got you and I'm not letting you go."

"I'll let you think that." She twisted her head and peered at him through a veil of black hair and shadows.

Tired of this bullshit day, he rolled off of her and panted at the ceiling. He needed a minute to relish the victory.

She wiggled until on her knees. "I wouldn't get too comfortable if I were you."

"No? Meeting Carl? Or some other accomplice?"

"You don't have me."

"Yes, sweetheart, I do." He moved to turn on a light so he could get a good look at her.

He could barely believe that he'd finally won.

Her chest heaved; hair fell across her face, revealing only one green eye that flashed menacingly at him, high cheekbones led to a full mouth that remained unsmiling at his perusal.

He knew now was the time to call in the Feds, deliver her to an agent, and go home to collect his fat paycheck.

But he couldn't quite find the motivation to do that.

"How'd you manage to get bail in the first place?" he asked.

"My secrets are for no one else's ears." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and glared at him from half-closed eyes.

"Why did you set me up? I wouldn't have known how close I was if you hadn't. You could have just sailed off into the sunset without me being the wiser. Why this game?" He straightened his legs out in front of him, still on the floor, and watched her gaze skim over him.

"I already told you that. I wanted my goodbye to be memorable." She caught her lower lip between her teeth, her gaze roaming over his body.

"How do you travel around with a cat? A pet of any kind? Doesn't that make being on the run difficult?"

He sighed at her continued silence.

"Were you really leaving town tonight or was that whole stunt this afternoon purely for your enjoyment?"

When the corners of her mouth turned upward in a barely there smile, he answered with a grin of his own. His lingered on that mouth of hers and wondered what it would feel like sucking his cock. Of course, that would violate any ethics he had left.

"You were talkative when our positions were reversed, now you're mute. Interesting." He tapped his fingers on the floor next to his hip. He wanted answers, damn it. After following her all over the country for two months, he needed them.

She scooted forward on her knees and further into the light. She leaned forward, her hair tickling the side of his face and whispered, "We have a few hours to play, Jake. Isn't that what you really crave? My body, my lips, my hands, my heat?"

He gulped and leaned his head away from hers until he could look her in the eye. "Seduction won't change how this ends."

"I know." She sat back on her heels. "Why have I been toying with you all this time, Jake? Because I want what you want."

He knew that this had to be another one of her manipulations, yet his cock twitched in response to the suggestion.

"Do you ever stop lying?"

"The key to a successful con is to always mix in some truth."

He decided to test the dare by reaching out and grabbing the top of the zipper on her left shoulder. "Is this what you want me to do?"

She arched an eyebrow. "Isn't it what you want to do?"

Oh, hell, yes, it was. He'd fantasized about it ever since she'd skipped out on him in Denver—allegedly with a half-million dollars worth of stolen jewels.

He pulled down the zipper, telling himself that he was simply testing her but knowing he wanted to fuck. The idea of her willing and hot beneath him boiled his blood.

Zzzzzzip---the sound ripped through the silence.

The sight of her full breasts above the bra removed any trace of self-control. He pushed the dress open and skimmed his fingers over the fleshy curves. Her nipples pointed out from the lace. He brushed his thumb over them and heard her gasp.

"You really do want this, don't you?" he asked, sliding his gaze to hers.

She answered by leaning forward and sweeping her lips across his.

He pushed the dress down her arms, exposing her chest even more, reached under the fabric and unsnapped her bra. He wanted her tits in his mouth. Ached to roll his tongue over the hard nipples.

She crawled over his lap, straddled him, and grinned. The hem of her dress rose up her hips.

He grabbed one breast before latching onto the other with his mouth. He sucked, nipped, squeezed. He momentarily wished her hands were on him, but knew that would be detrimental to his plan. Her breasts were heavy and warm, exactly like he'd imagined.

She pressed tight against him and grinded her pussy against the front of his jeans. She purred low in her throat, tipped her head back, and completely surrendered to his mouth and his hands.

Her submissiveness contradicted everything he knew her to be—always in control, cunning, independent, strong. He abandoned her breasts and nibbled his way along her collarbone to her earlobe. He knew they'd only have one night—one chance at this—and he intended to indulge.

When his mouth covered hers again, he groaned with pleasure. Their tongues dueled in a passionate dance. Hot. Wet.

She continued rubbing herself against the front of his jeans until he felt certain his cock would break the zipper. He lifted her off of him, sat her on the edge of the sofa, stood, and freed his dick from the confines of his jeans. Without his urging, she leaned forward and licked the tip, her large green eyes looking up at him with a gleam of desire.

He grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth. His fingers curled into the long strands of her hair and he thrust his hips in and out of those full lips that had mocked him with an arrogant smile only hours ago.

His balls tightened and he pulled free of her mouth, not wanting to come. Not yet.

He fell to his knees in front of her, pushed the dress higher until the lace of her panties showed, and peeled them from her long legs. She fell back against the cushions and spread herself for him.

He took a moment to savor the view of her slick cunt, disheveled dress, and lush breasts with the hard nipples before squeezing her thighs and sucking her clit. She tasted like wine and all things decadent. He shoved two fingers into her already wet cunt while he went at her clit without mercy. He licked, sucked, nipped while he finger fucked her into a frenzy of gyrating hips and low moans.

"Jake," she rasped. "Please."

"Please what?" He crawled up her body and reclaimed one of her breasts.

His cock throbbed, aching for release, but he wanted to torment her for all the hell she'd put him through these past two months. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and ground his lips against hers until he tasted blood. No mercy. He took without gentleness.

Unable to delay any longer, he rammed his cock deep inside her pussy until he heard her whimper. He angled his thrusts to slide against the top of her vagina, angling to the G-spot that he knew would send her over the edge. He wanted her to writhe in her prison bed, pleasuring herself to the memory of him filling her up with his cock.

She kissed him back with an equal amount of passion, her hips grinding against his with as much force as he delivered upon her, her back arching so her breasts flattened against his chest.
The strength of her desire fueled his.

He pulled himself from her—again wanting to delay satisfaction with the knowledge that this would be their beginning and ending all in one night. He laughed when she cursed him to hell.

He yanked her up by the shoulders and pulled her with him until reaching the kitchen counter. Kissing her, feeling her match his intensity, had stirred something up in his heart that he didn't want to feel. He turned her abruptly, and peeled the dress up to her waist so he could have a full view of her ass.

He used his knees to spread her legs while his hands squeezed her butt, thumbs pressing along her slit. His gaze flicked to her bound hands and he grinned. For tonight—he owned her.

The hunter had bagged his prey.

He slid inside her again, this time slowly, and watched his cock enter her inch by inch.

She had an amazing ass—rock hard and round. He slapped it once—then again—knowing she needed a good spanking. With each thrust, he smacked one buttock and then the other until her skin darkened from the blows and her entire body shuddered beneath him.

He came. Hard. He shouted at the ceiling and pressed even deeper inside her until he felt certain he'd made contact with her womb.

When he finally slipped out of her, he turned her to face him, ran his hands over her luscious breasts, and kissed her with a lingering passion that he felt would never dissipate. She would be the one he'd compare to all other women even though he knew that was unfair.

"You exceeded expectations," she whispered against his lips.

"I'm going to miss hunting you down," he admitted into her mouth.

She smiled, nipped his chin, and—he swore—purred.

Unable to get enough, he lifted her by the ass and carried her back to the sofa where he laid her down and continued to kiss her. He wanted to know her—didn't want to give her up quite yet, knew that once the outside world knew about her capture, he'd be out of her life forever.

Let her go, a voice whispered from deep inside his mind.

She kissed the side of his face, her breasts flattening against his chest, and asked, "Is the thrill of the capture as exhilarating as the hunt?"

He braced himself on his elbows and looked into her emerald eyes. "I can't let you go."

"I didn't ask you to." She grinned, mouth swollen from their passion and eyes lazy with satisfaction. "I'm warning you...the game isn't over."


"It's just taken an interesting twist."

"You must be the most optimistic person I've ever met."

"Do you have any idea why I do what I do?"

He shook his head 'no', although he understood her more than she thought. A middle-class upbringing with older parents, only child, had always towed the line and gotten nearly straight A's all the way through college. She'd broken free of the boredom, the constraints of rules. Right or wrong, he understood it on some level. To a certain extent, they were the similar. He understood being addicted to the chase, the thrills, the unknown, the risks.

She leaned up and sunk her teeth into his bottom lip before saying, "Fuck me again, Jake. Make me scream."

He moaned and ravaged her mouth with his tongue. Damn, he could do this all night long.

A little voice inside warned him to heed her words about this being a plot twist. Even though she was bound beneath him, a part of him wondered if he had played perfectly into her plan.

Keep reading Bounty, story 2 of the Daydreams erotic paranormal romance short story collection today...critics calling it "bite-sized pieces of ecstasy"...

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