Still The One (Family Stone #4 Jack) (Family Stone Romantic Suspense) by Lisa Hughey Page A
Authors: Lisa Hughey
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her body with this slow exploration, his balls snugged up against her swollen sex, as he pulsed in small movements, filling her up, and her sex welcomed him with a heated embrace.
Jack was propped up on his elbows, their lower bodies pressed together. He brushed a lock of hair from her damp cheek and stared into her dazed honey eyes.
She was lost in the grip of her pleasure.
A feeling of extreme triumph roared through him. He had done that to her. Jack pressed a kiss against her lips, and increased his pace, pulling out until only the tip of his cock brushed her clit and then powering back inside. Bliss’s hips rose to meet each thrust, her body responding again to his intimate foray, until each time Jack was buried to the hilt. Her sex tightened around his cock until she arched and groaned.
Her orgasm milked his cock and shot him over the edge. Jack surged inside her, his cock gripped by the rhythmic pulse of her contractions. Each sexual squeeze caressed him, and his orgasm began at the base of his spine and then burst through him in a kaleidoscope of pleasure.
Nothing had ever been sweeter than sex with Bliss and it seemed that in thirteen years, that hadn’t changed.
He ached for all the things they’d lost, for all the time they’d lost. But he was smart enough to understand that if he shared that with her, she would close up, close off. Instead he would give her pleasure, and take his own. They had to get through this situation with Maria and then they could see where this might lead.
Eight
She and Jack were ignoring the fact that they’d had sex, again, last night.
It had been amazing and made her long for the chance to deepen the connection that had had seemed to tentatively grow between them, like a tiny sliver of light that with time could strengthen into a true, strong beam.
But when they’d woken up this morning, the walls were back in place and right now the last thing they needed to focus on was their relationship. Or whatever it was.
Jack and Shane were in the front seat of the Charger with Bliss in the back, and they were on their way to the place where Maria had been held for eight long years.
Bliss knew the house would be difficult for her to see. Emotionally she related to Maria’s situation. The girl had been torn away from everything she’d known in a heartbeat and thrust into a situation where she had no control and no way out. Instead of giving up and resigning herself to the fate of a victim and a captive, Maria had spent painstaking years digging her way out of her prison.
In a lot of ways, Bliss had been lucky. Once she turned eighteen, she’d had options. She’d been able to make her own choices. And she had chosen her life. Chosen her path and thrown off the mantle of suppression of the witness protection program. They may have cut her loose but she owned it, and she embraced the fact that she was free. Even if she hadn’t been able to ever see her father and sister again. And felt that lack still. She’d been able to make her own choices, unlike Maria.
Her heart thudded in her chest. The boom-boom echoed in her ears made it hard to hear the murmured conversation in the front seat. The powerful V8 engine rumbled beneath her as Shane punched the gas and they headed toward the house where Maria was held captive.
Bliss swallowed down bile. She’d seen the crime scene pictures. The marshal’s office had sent in techs to document everything right away. The pictures had been overnighted to her as none of the information was in the marshal’s computer system.
They had concluded immediately that all information about Maria needed to stay old school. Paper only. No cyber trail that could be followed and jeopardize Maria Torres’s safety.
Twenty minutes or so after leaving their hotel, they were bumping along a cracked and neglected route. The two lane road was lined with overgrown brambles and trees whose branches met in an arch over the road, trimmed to allow trucks and
Jack was propped up on his elbows, their lower bodies pressed together. He brushed a lock of hair from her damp cheek and stared into her dazed honey eyes.
She was lost in the grip of her pleasure.
A feeling of extreme triumph roared through him. He had done that to her. Jack pressed a kiss against her lips, and increased his pace, pulling out until only the tip of his cock brushed her clit and then powering back inside. Bliss’s hips rose to meet each thrust, her body responding again to his intimate foray, until each time Jack was buried to the hilt. Her sex tightened around his cock until she arched and groaned.
Her orgasm milked his cock and shot him over the edge. Jack surged inside her, his cock gripped by the rhythmic pulse of her contractions. Each sexual squeeze caressed him, and his orgasm began at the base of his spine and then burst through him in a kaleidoscope of pleasure.
Nothing had ever been sweeter than sex with Bliss and it seemed that in thirteen years, that hadn’t changed.
He ached for all the things they’d lost, for all the time they’d lost. But he was smart enough to understand that if he shared that with her, she would close up, close off. Instead he would give her pleasure, and take his own. They had to get through this situation with Maria and then they could see where this might lead.
Eight
She and Jack were ignoring the fact that they’d had sex, again, last night.
It had been amazing and made her long for the chance to deepen the connection that had had seemed to tentatively grow between them, like a tiny sliver of light that with time could strengthen into a true, strong beam.
But when they’d woken up this morning, the walls were back in place and right now the last thing they needed to focus on was their relationship. Or whatever it was.
Jack and Shane were in the front seat of the Charger with Bliss in the back, and they were on their way to the place where Maria had been held for eight long years.
Bliss knew the house would be difficult for her to see. Emotionally she related to Maria’s situation. The girl had been torn away from everything she’d known in a heartbeat and thrust into a situation where she had no control and no way out. Instead of giving up and resigning herself to the fate of a victim and a captive, Maria had spent painstaking years digging her way out of her prison.
In a lot of ways, Bliss had been lucky. Once she turned eighteen, she’d had options. She’d been able to make her own choices. And she had chosen her life. Chosen her path and thrown off the mantle of suppression of the witness protection program. They may have cut her loose but she owned it, and she embraced the fact that she was free. Even if she hadn’t been able to ever see her father and sister again. And felt that lack still. She’d been able to make her own choices, unlike Maria.
Her heart thudded in her chest. The boom-boom echoed in her ears made it hard to hear the murmured conversation in the front seat. The powerful V8 engine rumbled beneath her as Shane punched the gas and they headed toward the house where Maria was held captive.
Bliss swallowed down bile. She’d seen the crime scene pictures. The marshal’s office had sent in techs to document everything right away. The pictures had been overnighted to her as none of the information was in the marshal’s computer system.
They had concluded immediately that all information about Maria needed to stay old school. Paper only. No cyber trail that could be followed and jeopardize Maria Torres’s safety.
Twenty minutes or so after leaving their hotel, they were bumping along a cracked and neglected route. The two lane road was lined with overgrown brambles and trees whose branches met in an arch over the road, trimmed to allow trucks and
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