Stealing Carmen Page 7

  Rolling to the side he rearranged her in his arms, kissed the top of her head and went back to sleep. It was a deep, dreamless sleep.

  Again in the dark his thick cock slid into her. Lying on her side facing away from him, he’d elevated her leg over his arm. Long and hard he entered from behind and fucked in short, sharp strokes. He came quickly, jetting his seed into her as Carmen moaned. This time she was asleep before he finished arranging her so he rolled on his back and lifted her over him to sleep across his body, her legs bracketing his hips.

  The morning was winter white when Jack opened his eyes again. Carmen lay on him exactly where he’d put her. Warmth, sex, contentment wafted around him and a smile touched his face.

  He wanted her again. This time he resisted. She needed some care and it was his job to provide it. He’d taken her over and over in the night. She wouldn’t be able to walk today if he didn’t address that problem soon.

  Sliding out from under her body didn’t wake her. Patting her pink ass in satisfaction, Jack turned to the bathroom. There was little in the way of supplies in his half of the duplex but he did have all the items needed to assist in healing sore muscles. Shortly he was lifting his sleeping baby.

  Her eyes opened as her body was set down on the toilet. He held her, unsure if she was awake enough to stay on. Looking into her surprised eyes, he ordered, “Pee. I know you have to. It’s a natural thing, baby. If you’re awake enough to take care of it on your own, I’ll leave you to get some coffee. But you’d better be in that bath when I come back.” He indicated the steaming tub behind him.

  Carmen nodded mutely and Jack stood, gazed down at her a second and left. A few minutes later he returned to the bathroom and she was still sitting on the toilet.

  “I can’t move, Jack. I can’t get up.”

  “It’s okay,” he soothed. Putting the coffee mugs on the cabinet he scooped her up and lowered her into the steaming water. “This will help. The soreness will pass and you’ll feel better.”

  “What did you do to me last night?”

  Jack couldn’t resist using that moment to reach between her legs and spread her, his fingers massaging away the slick evidence of his possession last night. Carmen’s mouth opened in a breathy gasp as he manipulated her.

  “We were catching up,” he explained as his finger entered her gently then came out and moved up to circle her clit.

  “I can’t. We can’t,” Carmen moaned.

  Jack chuckled as he looked into her responsive face. Even though she could hardly move, her cheeks flushed as his finger moved on her sweet pussy. “We’ll not be fucking pussy for a while, honey. There are other ways to enjoy each other.”

  Carmen swallowed as her eyes clung to him. “We’re okay after our disagreement last night?”

  “I think so. We’re learning each other.” His finger left her clit. He reached for her coffee cup and set it on the side of the tub. “I guessed no creamer, one sweetener. There was one empty packet by the coffeemaker in your kitchen.”

  “When did you go through my kitchen?”

  “I glanced in from the dining room when I was putting on Superman’s cape. It’s my job to see details, baby. So was I right?”

  “Close enough, I usually do two sweeteners. I ran out yesterday.” She reached for the mug greedily.

  Jack watched her drink. His heart would not let him leave the room. Well, not yet. Going to the sink he figured a shave was in order. Behind him he could see her close her eyes and relax.

  They were comfortable. This was where he wanted them to be. Domestic comfort. Who the fuck would believe that was the desire of his wicked heart. To make her happy enough that she wanted to stay. Fucking her raw was probably not the way to ensure that, but it was a good indication that her man wanted her. She’d been concerned.

  Swiftly done, he turned around and leaned his butt on the sink so he could just look at her. Carmen relaxing in his tub.

  Her eyes didn’t open as she asked, “Why are you staring at me?”

  “You’re beautiful. I always stare at you, before I did it so you couldn’t tell.”

  “You did? You used to stare at me?”

  “Oh yeah. I loved watching you come home with groceries. If I weren’t so selfish, I’d have gone out there and offered to help carry them in. I couldn’t because I wanted to watch that luscious ass as you bent to lift bags. Then those jiggling breasts as you carried them in. I stare at Carmen. It’s one of my favorite things when I’m home.”

  “So, um, what do you think of the new Carmen?” she asked shyly.

  “You mean the woman I fucked all night long?” he asked with a dark smile. “I want her. But, baby, if you thought you had to lose weight to be beautiful, you were wrong. If being this size makes you happy and you can maintain a healthy body, then it’s okay with me for now. In a couple years I might insist on a little more Carmen. You need the reserves to handle me.”

  Carmen’s features darkened into a confused frown. “So you wouldn’t mind if I gained the weight back?”

  “Nope, as long as you’re not going up and down as a habit. I read somewhere it’s bad for woman to diet all the time. I will not let you do that.”

  Carmen laughed. “And if I said I want to be a size two and will eat nothing but cabbage greens?”

  “I’d have to change your attitude on that one, baby. Size two would not be healthy and I need those heavy breasts in my hands when I pull you back on my cock.” Jack grinned as he gave her the wicked visual. “Fucking a skinny ass is painful. Can’t tolerate it. I want that sexy jiggle in your walk. The plush padding as I pound into you, and I need you happy. A starving woman is never happy.”

  Her head rested on the back of the tub as she listened to him. Her smile was a little dreamy and Jack suspected she was happy. Even though her body ached and her pussy was sore inside and out, baby girl was happy being a thoroughly fucked woman. He was more than willing to keep her that way.

  “Move in with me.”

  Carmen’s eyes popped open.

  “I want you in my bed every night. We’d have to build a house. Say yes.”

  “Build a house? Where?”

  “Anywhere you like. I figure the house budget should be about five million. That way you can have a house in any state you want. I’d like to stay in the U.S. though,” Jack told her. “You okay with that?”

  “No. Five million is excessive. Can you really afford that? And if you can, we are not wastin’ money like that.”

  “I can afford it and I need to keep you comfortable. If you don’t want to move, we can tear the duplex down and build right here. I own it and the fields for about a mile in any direction around it. Kinda like the idea of having you sunbathe naked out the back.”

  “Humph,” Carmen growled from the tub.

  Jack grinned. “Take your time to decide. I’m willing to find other things to amuse myself with while you make up your mind.”

  Carmen glared at him from the tub. “Is Jack Jones your real name?”

  “It’s my legal name. My real name is Carmen’s Man. Say yes, woman. I need to relax over here. All the stress is going to drive me to fucking your brains out again and then we’ll have to do this all over.”

  “Really? That isn’t actually incentive to say yes, Jack. The fucking my brains out part is not a deterrent.”

  “You’re not pissed that you can hardly walk?” he asked softly.

  “No.”

  She was already flushed with the hot bath, but her blush was in the tone of her admission.

  “I’m going to explore your mouth and your ass today, Carmen,” he informed her with a low growl. “In that order. I’m nowhere near done with fucking you.”

  “Yes, I know,” she breathed as a shudder rippled the water around her.

  Jack reached under the sink and pulled out a Fleet enema. Placing it on the cabinet, his eyes leveled on her. “Think you can use this on your own? Need help?”

  Her eyes went from the box to hi
s face. “I’ll be fine.”

  “Good. I’m going to raid your fridge for breakfast materials. I’ll expect you in thirty minutes.”

  Jack left the bathroom before he got himself in trouble. He’d been pushing her again. The house thing, damn it. It was too soon. What the hell was wrong with his head? He was fucking up the simple plan.

  Jerking on jeans, he stamped his feet into boots and grabbed a jacket. It was colder than a witch’s tit but the trip from his door to hers was short. He’d have to pick the lock again. He’d locked it after himself last night.

  Thirty minutes later he had bacon, scrambled eggs and toast on his kitchen table. He’d even swiped the Christmas tablecloth from her kitchen. Movement in the door made him turn.

  In one of his flannel shirts and a pair of his tube socks, she hesitated. Jack was in jeans and nothing else. He stood there with arms slack just looking at the woman. She smiled and glanced at the table.

  “It smells good.”

  “You’re beautiful.”

  Soft and slow a smile bloomed across her lips. “You’re a very good thief.”

  “It’s a talent.”

  Carmen walked into his body, her hands traveling up his bare chest then around his neck. “It is an awesome talent. You have something of mine I think I need right now.”

  He wasn’t touching her. Figured she deserved some food before he fell on her again. She wasn’t helping though. She leaned up into him, her perfect face glowing at him as her fingers sank into his hair. He’d needed a haircut a month ago. Now it sort of fell in his eyes.

  “What do you need right now?” he asked as she smiled.

  “I need my kiss. The one you give me on Christmas morning. The sexy, driving, possessive one that curls my toes and makes me want. The one we are always going to have on Christmas mornings.”

  Jack remained still as he looked down at her. “Every? We’re talking the kiss you’re planning on having every Christmas morning in our new house?” He needed this clarified.

  “Mmmm…yes. That one. In the new house that looks normal but is sorta large. Not some overdone, five-million-dollar money pit that I can’t clean in a week.”

  Jack’s eyes narrowed. His complete focus on her face, he processed her meaning. “Sounds nice.” He didn’t know what else to say. He’d already pushed her. Not once, twice. He’d never made the same mistake twice until this woman let him in her life. Now he was at a loss.

  “You need to eat,” he stated gruffly.

  “Kiss me then I’ll eat.”

  “Topping from the bottom?”

  “No. You said I should ask for my pleasures. I’m asking.”

  Her breath feathered his face. Fresh and clean. Her taste would be his toothpaste and he hadn’t known that was a sexy scent.

  His mouth was on hers in exactly the kiss she wanted. Not because she asked for it. Because it was the only type he was capable of. He held his hands at his sides, letting her lean into him, stroke him as much as she wanted. If he put his hands on her, it’d be all over. Breakfast would get cold as what went into her mouth became hot. So the fierce, driving kiss that bruised her lips and left a mark on her was all he’d give her.

  Breaking the contact, both of them were panting. “Time to eat, baby,” his voice was low, rasping with control.

  Carmen peeled off him slowly and took a chair. “Do you have something against Christmas?” she asked, picking up a fork. Her plate was full, as was his.

  “No. Why?” Jack sat and took a forkful of eggs.

  Carmen took a small bite and chewed a moment. “You haven’t said one word about it. No Merry Christmas, nothing.”

  “Guess I don’t do Christmas. Sorry. Merry Christmas.”

  Her eyes remained thoughtful as she ate in silence.

  Fuck! That was pathetic. Problem was, he didn’t have a clue as to what she wanted. He tried thinking of what people said in Christmas movies and realized he’d never watched one.

  “You mean you’re not a Christian?” Carmen asked.

  “If I am, it’s an accident. I’m not anything, baby.”

  She frowned. “So you—”

  “Look. I grew up mostly in an orphanage kind of place. Not exactly though. Christmas wasn’t much commented on, nothing extra for it. They weren’t bad people. Was smart enough to finish high school and then enlisted. After that, Christmas was the day to get drunk if I was off duty. Later it became an optimum day for covert activities so I was always working.” Jack paused to eat and noticed she was simply staring at him.

  Finally putting down his fork he frowned. “Did I say something offensive?”

  “No.” Carmen continued staring at him.

  “You done eating?”

  “I think so. Jack? You’ve never done Christmas at all?”

  “Nope. I brought the tablecloth over though.” His plate was clean. He picked up both dishes and went to the sink.

  “Do you think you can break into the pound like you did my house?”

  Jack’s head whipped around to frown at her. “The pound? You mean the dog pound?”

  Carmen nodded, her face glowing again.

  “Why would I break into the pound? It’s a government building. What do you want in there?”

  “A lost puppy. Giving someone a forever home is Christmas. If this is going to be your first Christmas, I want to do it right.”

  Her eyes danced as she stood to hurry to the door. “I’ll be dressed in five minutes. Will you be ready to break and enter by then?” Her hand on the front door, she looked back at his frowning face.

  “Hey, you can’t go out there. It’s freaking cold. I am not entering a life of crime for you, woman!”

  “Yes you are. You need to.” The door closed behind her.

  Jack swore as he strode into the bedroom to yank on socks and find a shirt. When had he lost control of breakfast? The minute that look of joy crossed her face was when. He’d stood there all dazzled by it and let her out in the snow with just socks on. She’d get a spanking for that. She could get sick, damn it.

  Forty minutes later he was damn sure he’d lost his mind. He had a delighted Carmen huddled on his back as he picked the dog pound’s simple lock. There were no alarms. No one expected this place to be a security risk.

  In the building they found rows of cages but only two dogs. A young-looking Shepherd mix that was barking his head off as his tail wagged and an older Hound that simply lifted his head and regarded them. Carmen was going back and forth between the cages petting noses and making baby talk.

  The shepherd quit barking and began whining back to her. The hound got to his feet and pressed his head to the cage for her to scratch.

  “Aren’t they adorable?” Carmen breathed almost reverently.

  “Those are beasts not puppies, you know. One is already a horse and the other one will be.”

  “Aw, how cute are you guys?” she crooned to the dogs, completely ignoring Jack’s beast statement. “Look at them, Jack. Such good manners already. And so handsome.”

  She wasn’t talking to him, not after the first statement. Jack had to admit the look on her face was worth jail time. Certainly any fine involved in this crime spree.

  “Make up your mind, baby. I don’t know what the sentence for dog-napping is but I’d rather not be serving it this evening.”

  “I can’t.” She turned to him and big green eyes pleaded with him in ways only a lover could. He’d never experienced such a swift, effective takedown. The woman had skills and she wasn’t even moving.

  “Are you going to force me to leave one?” Carmen asked softly.

  “What? Both?” He glanced at the canine eyes watching him as if they knew he was the one who would make the decision. The shepherd didn’t wag or whine. He seemed to stand taller, pricking his ears, making himself look less mix, more purebred. The hound promptly sat down as if given a command.

  Carmen just stood there looking at him. She didn’t need to do anything else.

  Jac
k regarded her and marveled at how sure he was that he’d just seen how the rest of his life would work. Her eyes asking for her heart’s desire was his price. Every man had a price. He’d never known what his was. That’s all it took to get him doing all manner of criminal activity.