QUIVER, BOOK THREE (A DARK ROMANCE) Read online

  “Yes,” I whispered. “Uh, yes.”

  “Now do you see why I make you cover up, Emery?” He sunk further into my flesh. “If you went around showing off those perky tits and hard nipples I’d be doing nothing all day except beating the shit out of people.” He flicked one of my nipples. “Now do you understand why I have to keep you close to me, baby? Why I have to make sure no one else gets to see what’s mine?”

  “Y-yes, I understand.” I was too turned on to think straight.

  How was he trying to have a conversation right now?

  “That’s a good girl.” He leaned over and grabbed one of my nipples in his mouth; sucking on it and biting it nice and hard before he released it and let it fall back. “MINE,” he announced.

  My nipple stung from the aggressive attention and I gasped, shocked at the feeling. I started to tremble nervously. I had never done these things before, never knew that my body could experience that kind of pleasure. And even more, that I could bring that kind of pleasure to someone else.

  “Now, pretty little lamb, I want a kiss.” He gestured toward his rock hard cock. “And I want a kiss right here.” He pushed a piece of hair behind my ear and grinned devilishly. “Use those puffy lips and kiss this hard cock through my jeans, Emery.”

  He helped guide my lips forward and I found his hardness through the fabric, slowly kissing it from top to bottom as he squirmed over me. “Yeah, just like that, I knew it. I knew you were a dirty girl deep down.”

  He was so large it felt like forever before I had kissed every inch of it. Once I was done I looked up at him for direction. “Jackson,” I said softly. “It feels massive.”

  “You haven’t seen anything yet.” He took my hand and moved it to his lap. “I want you to find the tip, Emery. Fine the tip of that big cock and then rub on it nice and slow.”

  I could feel the full circle at the edge of his dick; it was round and heavy, almost as turned on as I was. I started tracing small circles around it as I snuck a glance up at Jackson. He had his eyes closed, the pure pleasure was written across his face as he leaned back on his hands. “Yeah, just like that, baby. Fuck, I could just sit back and enjoy your hands on my hard cock all damn day, Emery.” He groaned. “That sounds like the best day ever.”

  “It’s so hard, Jackson,” I moaned.

  “Fuck yeah it is, baby, and you did that. You made that cock so fucking hard with your dirty little mouth. I know you knew what you were doing kissing all over my stomach like that, Emery, you wanted to be dirty and nasty, you wanted to get that cock nice and fucking stressed.” His cock was sticking straight up now, outlining the perfect tent in his jeans.

  I leaned forward boldly, kissing the tip.

  Jackson laughed. “Suck it, Emery, open your mouth.”

  I bit down on my lip and stuck my tongue out, licking the tip a few times before I shoved it in my mouth. It was a challenge getting much of it in my mouth through his jeans but I did my best, shoving the tip in and out of my mouth slowly.

  He ran his hand through my hair and sighed. “You look way too good doing that.” He put his fingers in my brown hair and gripped it hard, moving my head up and down faster. “No one is going to be able to get me off like you, Emery, I already fucking know.”

  I choked slightly and he grunted, releasing me. “Unzip me.”

  I trembled heavily. This was it. He wanted me to take his cock out, I was going to really be seeing it and holding it. And tasting it. Fuck, I hope I didn’t make a fool of myself. For reasons I didn’t understand I wanted to make him feel good, I wanted to be good at sucking on his huge head.

  He chuckled at my expression. “It’s not going to bite you, baby.” He lunged his crotch closer to my face, growing impatient. “Well, as long as you’re a good girl it won’t.”

  I slowly undid his zipper and buttons, nudging them open. His boxers were black and stretched tight across his crotch. Clearly, his little friend was eager to come out and play. And when I say little I clearly meant fucking massively huge.

  “Take him out,” he ordered. “Right fucking now.”

  I pushed the spot on his boxers apart and his huge cock sprung out. I jolted back at the size. I had known it was big but it was different in the light while I was on my knees. I could see the veins pulsing heavily, every ounce of his agony coming into my vision.

  “I want those balls out too, dirty girl.” Jackson sounded smug.

  My legs shook under me, giving away how turned on I was. They were unable to keep themselves under control anymore. Every word, every touch, every look Jackson shot in my direction had my innermost dirty feelings floating to the surface. I was already aware I was going to cum in my panties before I was anywhere near done sucking his cock, that wasn’t a question. How long I would try to hold it in before I surrendered to the feeling, well, that was still up for discussion.

  I found his sack quickly, taking them out slowly. They were round and full, just as turned on as the rest of him. I pushed my fingertips into them as he moaned, massaging them gently.

  “Oh, God, yeah. Just like that.”

  Sweat was dripping down my brow; I was overwhelmed at my own actions. What had gotten into me? Jackson had a way of making things I would never do seem exciting.

  “I want your lips wrapped around my hard cock, my pretty little lamb.”

  I inched up on my knees harder and opened my mouth, slowly rolling his cock up and down my lips. I could feel how hard he really was as the skin rolled back and forth over my tongue. I could feel every ounce of his overwhelming pleasure radiating off of him and holy moly, it tasted even better than I thought it would.

  “Yeah, there you go, baby, suck my cock just like that.” He laced his hand into the back of my hair, rubbing on me tenderly as if I was a pet he never planned on giving up. “God, Emery, you’re a natural.”

  Drowning in his approval was addicting and I found myself leaning forward, trying to take more of him in my mouth. I only made it half way down before my gag reflex kicked in and I started to choke.

  I tried to pull back but Jackson held my head in place. “Oh, fuck, baby, don’t move. Stay right there, I can feel your fucking throat, Emery.” He pushed in and out of my mouth faster, causing tons of spit and drool to start backing up and before long it was dripping down onto my breasts.

  My legs were so moist that I could barely think straight. I moaned loudly around his cock and coughed slightly. I couldn’t help it; he was so fucking big. Before I could fully process what I was doing I found my free hand between my legs, rubbing on my soft spot through my shorts. I was so close to cumming, all I needed was that final push.

  “Oh, Emery,” Jackson moaned, his eyes rolling back slightly. “No one else is ever going to find out how good you are at taking a cock, baby. That dirty little mouth of yours is mine, just like every other part of you.”

  I ran my finger against my clit one final time, shoving as much force into it as I could with something so big jammed down my throat and to my relief I was pushed over the edge, releasing all over the inside of my panties and shorts. My legs and body trembled under me from the release and I looked up at Jackson guiltily.

  “You’re a bad, bad, girl, Emery.” He shook his head. “So fucking dirty.” He gripped the back of my head and pulled his cock out of my mouth, allowing me to catch my breath while he looked down at me with possessiveness. “Now say it.”

  I struggled to breath normal again, gasping every inch of clean air I could get. “I’m yours, Jackson.” I made sure I kept my eyes on his. “Every part of me is yours.”

  “Fuck,” he mumbled, leaning down and kissing me roughly. “Good girl.”

  I wanted his lips on mine again so badly they ached.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth now just like I would fuck that tight little pussy of yours, Emery, hard and fast. I’m going to take you just like I’ve always wanted to and I want you to look up at me with those pretty little eyes the entire time.” He reached out and ran hi
s finger over my bottom lip. “I want you to be looking at me when I give you the gift of my cum all over that pretty throat of yours, Emery.”

  Oh, my God, he was going to cum in my mouth?

  I shook my head. “I’ve never…”

  “I know,” he huffed in pleasure. “You’re going to take every drop, baby.” And then he shoved his cock back into my mouth, shoving it even further in than before and panting heavily above me. “Now, look up at me, baby, look up at me with those pretty little brown eyes.”

  I did and was shocked to see how much passion was held in his gaze. There was control and anger there, just like always, but the desire and glee that was there from what we were doing almost over clouded it; it almost looked like passion.

  “I’m going to fucking cum so hard,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes on mine. “And I want you to swallow it all, Emery, I want every fucking spec of me down your throat. Understand?”

  I nodded up at him.

  “Oh, fuck!” He gave a few final thrusts and then I felt his cock jerking heavily in my mouth a few times before his liquid was filling up my mouth and piercing down my throat into my stomach. “That felt so fucking good.” He waited until every drop was drained from his pipe before pulling out of my mouth slowly and trying to catch his breath.

  And he wasn’t the only one.

  “I’ve never done anything like that in my life,” I whispered.

  Jackson’s chest was still beating fiercely and he chuckled, grabbing my hands and bringing me to my feet and pushing my body down onto his lap while he played with my hair. “Wait until you feel it inside of you, baby, that’s when you’ll really see what you’re made of.”

  “I doubt it would fit.”

  “I’ll stretch you out, babe, don’t worry.”

  I shivered slightly; both at the thought of having him inside of me and at the fact that he called me babe. Babe, baby, I loved the way the words sounded on his lips when they were directed at me.

  Me. Only me.

  Jackson kissed the side of my face and sighed. “By the way, don’t think that counted as a meal,” he said firmly, referring to his cum that was now circulating around inside of me. “You’re still eating dinner.” He leaned his head on my shoulder and shook his head.

  “What?” I whispered.

  “Things are getting complicated.” He sounded distant, lost.

  And, as usual, I had no idea what he was talking about. But I couldn’t help but wonder if it had anything to do with the file hiding under my bed. What was going on inside of that head of his? The secrets that he was hiding were ruthless and endless. I couldn’t help but want to know every single one of them.

  But most of all I couldn’t help but wonder why, after everything he put me through, after everything I had witnessed, after ever dark glimpse he had shown me… why, after all that, did I still get the overwhelming feeling that Jackson Lucas wasn’t bad at all?

  I believed he was good.

  Somewhere buried deep inside of him.

  And, God, did I want to be the one to unbury it.

  Chapter Three

  “I’m the only one whose name you get to scream.”

  EMERY

  “Eat,” Jackson set an overflowing plate of pizza down in front of me later on that night as guys and girls swam in and out of the sea around us, racing to their evening classes. We were sitting outside on the quad, watching Morgan and Pierce bicker across from us as usual.

  “I’m still full from the huge lunch you forced on me,” I groaned.

  He shoved the plate closer to me. “Well, get used to it,” he growled. “You have two years of starving yourself to make up for.” An annoyed expression took over his features and he ran a hand through his thick black hair, his eyes flashed down to the pizza again.

  I sighed and made a show of taking a huge bite. “I wasn’t starving myself,” I mumbled as I chewed harder than necessary. And I hadn’t, just because I hadn’t been eating as much as I should have didn’t mean I was starving myself.

  “The fuck you weren’t.” He thrust some pills into my hand. “Take these, too.” He uncapped the water of bottle in front of him and pushed it to my lips impatiently.

  “I’m not taking some random pills!” I shoved him away.

  “They’re vitamins,” Jackson said sternly. “You’re unhealthy, Emery.”

  “You didn’t seem to think I was unhealthy earlier.” I shot him a glance out of the corner of my eye. “You know, in my room, when you were giving me orders.” I was being bold by bringing it up, it wasn’t the kind of thing I would normally do but I couldn’t get it off my mind.

  I wanted to do it again. Bad.

  “I didn’t say you weren’t fucking sexy, Emery.” Jackson’s hand pushed into my arm as he nudged my mouth open with his lips, popping the vitamins inside. “I said you’re unhealthy.” He pushed my brown hair behind my ear. “I’m not your parents, I’m not going to sit around and watch you not take care of yourself.”

  I swallowed and opened my mouth. “There. Happy?”

  “Nope. But I will be after you finish your pizza.” He looked up as some girl walked by and waved at him, giggling. Jackson lifted his head up and nodded in her direction, watching her long legs and hips sway from side to side as she walked away.

  I immediately felt like I was going to puke.

  Who the hell was that?

  I had forgotten for about two minutes the effect Jackson had on people, especially women. Women who looked nothing like me, in particular. I immediately dropped my pizza, suddenly in the mood to be stubborn. Jackson got to flirt with whoever he wanted while I sat here and ate pizza like some idiot.

  Jackson shook his head. “Keep eating.”

  “No.” I pushed the plate away from me. “I’m full.”

  “Full? You barely fucking ate.”

  “Too bad.”

  “Too bad?” He slid his body closer to mine and pushed his hand into the small of my back. “I’m sorry, my little lamb, did you get the impression that this was a discussion? I’m telling you to eat so you fucking eat.” He wrapped his hand around my neck and turned my head to face him, forcing my eyes to lock with his. “Do you understand me?”

  I almost gave in until I thought about that girl again. Her long blonde hair, her bright flirty smile, she reminded me of the girl he had been with the first night he got here. I pushed away from him and shook my head. “Leave me alone, Jackson.”

  “Leave you alone?” he snapped, yanking me back into him. “What the fuck has gotten into you, little lamb? It’s like you want to be punished.” He looked me in the eye, studying me before his anger faded a bit and annoyance replaced his pupils. “Oh, I get it, you’re jealous.”

  “I’m not jealous!” I crossed my arms over my choice.

  “Of course, you fucking are. You saw that girl walk by and give me her fuck me eyes and you got all salty and pissed off about it.” He shook his head. “You need to stop, this isn’t a relationship.”

  “Then you don’t get to get jealous either,” I told him, trying not to let the tears that were forming behind my eyes come to the surface. The last thing I wanted to do was look like a damn crybaby. I stood up instead. “In fact, maybe I should go and do some flirting of my own right now.”

  I turned around and stomped away from him.

  I glanced around the crowded quad and groaned, suddenly nervous. It was one thing to say I was going to go and flirt with someone else, it was another to actually go and do it. I had never been the most graceful person when it came to the opposite sex. Still, I wasn’t going to look like an idiot after I had just caused a scene in front of Jackson.

  I spotted a group of guys on the other side of the open space and started to close the distance between us before I could second-guess it. Not that it did me any good since Jackson was grabbing on to me within seconds and shoving me against the side of the building next to us.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growled into
my ear, shoving his body into mine and boxing me in. “You think it’s cute to try and get a reaction out of me, Emery, is that it?” He laced his hands through my hair. “You want to see how much I fucking care about you?”

  “I’m not trying to get a reaction out of you,” I lied.

  “Don’t fucking lie to me,” he snapped. “You’re trying to be all bold and slutty now, is that it? Did what we did in your room earlier make you bold, little lamb?” He crushed his lips on top of mine roughly, tasting me eagerly before he pulled away. “I’m the only one who gets to taste you, Emery.” He shoved his hand between my legs and ran his finger up and down my clit. “I’m the only one who gets to touch you.” He leaned in closer to me and pushed his lips into my ear, whispering. “I’m the only one whose name you get to scream. You’re mine, all fucking mine.”

  My legs started to quiver and I shoved them together in an effort to not give myself away. “So, let me get this straight… you get to flirt with whoever you want and I have to only look at you like a good girl?”

  He laughed and kissed me again. “You act all tough now but I’m willing to guess when I ripped the head off whatever guy you were going to talk to you’d be singing a different tune.” He pushed his hand around to the back of my neck and dug his grey eyes into me. “If another man even thinks about touching you, Emery, I promise you, I will kill him.”

  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the way his hands felt against my skin. How could I be so pissed off at someone and want to rip their clothes off at the same time? It was fucked up but I liked knowing he didn’t want another man looking at me, liked knowing that the thought of anyone else touching me made him insane.

  Did it, though? Or was it just about the control?

  “You don’t even want me.” I shook my head. “You just don’t want anyone else to have me,” I bit down on my lip and refused to look at him. Everything about Jackson was confusing as hell. He kept saying this wasn’t a relationship but we sure fought like we were in one.