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  Wild Man

Kristen Ashley

Published by Kristen Ashley

Copyright 2011 Kristen Ashley at Smashwords

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Dedication

To Erika Ann Moutaw Wynne and Roy Gilbert "Gib" Moutaw, My large sister and my niggling brother.

Everything nosotros are is based in love and history and loyalty.

Thank God.

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Prologue

Wild Human being

"Oh my God, " I breathed equally I came, my mind blanking, every inch of my body tightening as bliss like I never felt earlier coursed through me.

When I was done, my cervix righted, my optics slowly opened and I saw him yet moving over me, in me, God, God, he looked good. Cute. And he felt good. Astonishing.

His gorgeous, argent gray eyes were locked to mine, heated, intense, glittering, searing into me, all of this in a way he'd never looked at me before. Non one time in the four months nosotros'd been together.

And I knew, feeling the burn of his eyes, what that wait meant. I knew this human being, this fantastic, striking, wild man was mine.

Mine.

I felt information technology in my claret.

"Jake," I whispered, my limbs growing fifty-fifty tighter around him, one of my hands sifting up into his thick, dark, unruly hair and his eyes closed at my vocalisation sounding his proper name and they did this in a mode that seemed similar he was in pain.

Um… what?

And so he shoved his face in my neck, moving faster, thrusting harder, his breath labored against my sensitive skin and my mind turned to his body, my hands glided across his skin, my legs gripped him harder equally I clenched his driving cock with my sex.

"Fuck, Tess," he growled against my neck then I heard him groan as he kept thrusting and he came.

I held him tight.

He gave me his weight.

I held on tighter.

Then he pulled out and rolled off me, falling to his dorsum. The instant he did, eyes on the ceiling, he lifted the butts of his palms, pressed them to his forehead and closed his eyes.

Um. Non good.

"Jake?" I called softly.

"Yeah?" he grunted, not soft and also not opening his optics or moving his hands.

Okay, uh, what was going on?

Feeling of a sudden exposed and vulnerable even later on just moments before feeling like I'd finally, finally establish my dream man, he was there, in my bed, in me and the joy that brought evaporated. I moved apace. Nabbing the throw at the bottom of the bed, I pulled it over my naked body.

"Is everything okay?" I whispered.

"Fuck no," he answered and I felt my body go still.

He dropped his hands, his head turned to me, the look in his eyes not heated, glittering, intense, burning into me. It was conflicted and… I stared, not believing it just seeing it…

filled with regret.

Oh no. Oh God. Oh shit. Oh no.

I pulled the coating closer to me thinking Martha had been right.

Damn. She'd been right.

His eyes dropped to my hand clutching the blanket to my chest then I watched them melt to quicksilver equally they lifted to me, his confront gentling, his torso turning my way, his mitt coming out and then his phone rang.

His hand stilled and he muttered a pissed off, "Fuck. "

Then he rolled the other way and reached out with a long arm to grab his jeans. I was staring at the contours of his dorsum, the sleek skin, the divers muscles, thinking that wasn't for me. It wasn't for me. None of it.

I knew it.

I'd always known information technology.

From the instant for months ago when his silver eyes hit me, travelled the length of my torso, all he could see of me behind the display cabinet, and when his optics again hitting mine, he'd smiled sexy, lazy and deadening, I knew it.

He wasn't for me.

There was no dream man for me.

Only he was so beautiful, I went for it anyway.

"Aye?" he asked into the phone and then I felt his mood hit the room and it grated against my skin like sandpaper.

In the 4 months nosotros'd been together, Jake did not hide his moods. Ever. Not even in the offset. And Jake had a lot of moods. If he was pissed, yous knew he was pissed. If he was happy, y'all definitely knew he was happy. If he was feeling playful, annoyed, frustrated, tickled, distracted, content, whatsoever, y'all knew it, you sensed it; it was like he controlled the atmosphere of the room.

And whoever was on the other end of that phone was pissing him off and frustrating him.

"Requite me an hour," he said into the phone, paused then went on, "No, man, I'm tellin'

you, I demand an hour." Another pause then, "Fuck, yous've got to exist fuckin' shitting me." Break then, "This tin can't happen now." A very short pause and so, "I'm tellin' you, this cannot fuckin'

happen fuckin' now. " He shifted his powerful body to sit on the edge of my bed, back bowed, elbows to knees, phone to ear and he growled low, "All correct, motherfucker, but you fuck this up, you lot fuck her over, marking this, you answer to me."

And so he flipped his telephone close and bent frontward to grab his jeans.

Then he appear to the other side of the room, "Babe, gotta go."

I closed my eyes.

Okay. Okay.

When Jake got into a mood, you knew his mood. And when Jake had to get, Jake went.

This was cipher unusual.

Okay, so, we'd been seeing each other for four months and this was the first time nosotros made honey.

Sure, that seemed weird, considering he was all man, a wild homo but he was ever gentle with me, very gentle and it was like he sensed I needed that, I needed him to accept it slow. And I did demand that, boy did I need that. So I didn't think anything of information technology.

And sure, we'd made out; we'd fooled effectually, a lot. A lot, a lot and it was good. The best.

And he'd fabricated me come with his hand though he'd never let me touch him that mode proverb he liked to watch and the kickoff time I made him come up, he wanted to be inside me. Merely him telling me that nearly fabricated me come. Merely he'd never come up inside, in fact, I'd never been naked with him, non even close, until now.

Then, any daughter would expect, after all that time with a wild man unlike any human she'd ever been with, a wild man who tamed that animate being in order to be gentle with her, that he'd hang around afterward the big eve

nt.

Only not Jake.

I knew that about him.

But this was something unlike.

I knew that too.

"Tess," he called, his deep voice gentle and my eyes opened.

He was somewhat fuzzy, I didn't have my glasses on simply I knew he was still unbelievably gorgeous. The sight of him was burned on my encephalon in a manner I knew I'd never forget.

"Yeah?" I replied and watched him, at present fully clothed, lean into a manus on the bed toward me.

I held nevertheless every bit he got closer and came into ameliorate focus.

"Take hold of your glasses, darlin'," he whispered and I must have narrowed my eyes to focus on him or something.

Jake, I also knew, didn't miss much.

I forced my body to come unstuck, rolled as I kept the blanket pressed to me, nabbed my spectacles off the nightstand and slid them on. Then I rolled back to him.

Seeing him focused, I saw his eyes were no longer conflicted and remorseful. They were quicksilver still simply affectionate, gazing at me like he gazed at me when I fancied he was thinking I was cute. Or at least I hoped it was that.

He liked me wearing my spectacles. He'd told me that flat out. Said he never had a woman who wore glasses. He told me it was similar stepping out with a sweetness, sexy school teacher.

I'd never felt sexy, non in my life. Not until Jake.

"We'll talk afterward, yeah?" he said quietly.

"Yeah," I answered, hope budding in my centre at his look, his tone, his words.

"We'll talk later, Tess. Yeah?" he somewhat repeated and I blinked.

"Yeah," I repeated too.

"Promise me, babe."

I stared at him not sure why he needed that. I didn't play games with him, non at all, not even when Martha told me I should, repeatedly. Test the waters. Test him. Don't be also available. Don't permit on how much I liked him.

Only I was likewise former for that shit and I'd never had a human being like Jake. There was no way I was going to fuck it up with games.

So now I didn't get where he was going with his need for a promise.

Only still, he asked and I'd requite him anything he asked. Annihilation. Even from the very offset.

"Promise," I whispered.

He nodded.

Then he asked, "Yous sleep naked?"

A shiver I couldn't quite read slithered over my peel. It wasn't bad but it too wasn't good.

"No," I answered.

"Don't start tonight," he ordered, I stared at him and while doing it saw his optics move over my confront.

Then he leaned in, his hand non in the bed coming to cup the back of my head, he pulled me to him and kissed me difficult and wet.

His rima oris released mine just he just allowed me to pull dorsum an inch before his hand still at the dorsum of my caput put pressure on to end my retreat and his eyes locked with mine.

"We'll talk subsequently," he whispered.

Then his manus disappeared because he disappeared.

Gone.

I listened to my front door shut.

And so I complanate back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

I could not say that Jake Knox was not a complicated man, he was. And although I knew him, I had no freaking clue.

But that whole scene was wild.

Then once again, Jake – with his motorcycle boots, his bicycle, his beat up pickup, his quondam t-shirts that fit fashion also well, his faded jeans that fit amend, his dark brown, longish, unruly hair, his silverish gray eyes that told a million stories without giving away a thing, his capacity to drink beer, down shots, eat hearty, howl at the moon and osculation so difficult it was similar he knew it was the terminal moment for every beingness on world and he was going to make the about of it – was wild.

Existence with Jake was similar the ride I once took on a mechanical balderdash. You lot could not fifty-fifty begin to guess which way that thing would cadet. All you could do was concur on every bit tight as you could and enjoy the ride for as long as you had it.

So I needed to absurd it.

Information technology would all exist okay.

Information technology would be okay.

I got up, put on underwear and a nightie, went to bed and turned off the light.

It took awhile for me to observe sleep even afterward having a very, very sweetness orgasm, ane given to me past Jake, 1 I'd waited a long, long time to have and after him leaving after kissing me similar it was the terminal moment on earth and him telling me at that place was more to us because nosotros were going to talk.

Merely after I roughshod comatose, I woke when my front end door was busted open, a big cadre of bulletproof vest wearing men surged into my house and minutes later, I was hauled to the Police Station for questioning.

Chapter One

Fucking Bully Extra

The door to the interrogation room opened and a man wearing slacks, shirt, tie and ill-plumbing fixtures sports jacket strolled in, eyes glued to me, manila binder in his hand.

He dropped the binder on the tabular array I was sitting at and sat beyond from me.

I kept my eyes on him and, like I'd been doing since I'd been led in that room what felt similar hours agone (and what I didn't know actually was), I kept them away from the mirror where I'd seen enough cop shows on Goggle box to know recording equipment and mayhap police officers were watching.

"Mrs. Heller," he said and I felt my centre skip at hearing that name.

"Ms. O'Hara," I replied and his gaze didn't leave mine.

"Sad, ma'am?" he asked but he wasn't distressing, I knew he wasn't sad.

"Ms. O'Hara, my proper name," I answered and he nodded, even so non releasing my eyes and I didn't tear mine from his.

"You were Mrs. Heller," he stated. "Do I accept that right?"

"Yes," I told him. "Y'all accept that correct."

"For ten years," he went on.

I didn't reply, just lifted my chin a little wondering what the hell was going on.

"Married to Damian Heller, is that correct?"

Uh-oh.

I wasn't sure this was good.

"Yes, I was married to Damian Heller," I agreed then enquired, "What'due south this about?"

"Funny," he said quietly.

I wasn't thinking annihilation was funny including him weirdly maxim the word "funny".

"Funny?" I prompted.

"Funny yous didn't ask that starting time," he observed. "Usually folks wanna know right off why they're sittin' in a room like this."

I stared at him. Then I returned, "Well, seeing as you lot opened with the knowledge you didn't even know my name, I idea it important to go that straight earlier we got started with whatever is going on here."

I watched his optics flare with annoyance as his oral fissure got tight.

Jerk.

"And so," I pushed, "would you mind telling me why I'one thousand hither?"

"In that location's a few things we need to know."

I lifted my brows. "And those would be?"

"Can you tell me if y'all've been in contact with your husband recently?" he asked.

Damn information technology all to hell. Damian. God!

My ex-husband. A hurting in my ass. Would I never get rid of that man?

"Yes, I can tell yous that I've been in contact with my ex- married man recently," I answered.

"And what did you discuss?" he went on.

"We didn't discuss annihilation except me asking him repeatedly to finish contacting me," I replied.

He studied me. And then he asked, "So was this on the telephone or did you meet?"

"On the phone," I told him.

"You lot didn't run into?" he pushed.

"No."

He flipped open the folder in front of him and my eyes dropped to it. So he flipped some papers over then finally he pulled out some black and white viii past tens, turned them and slid them across the table to me.

In them were photos of me and Damian having lunch.

Okay. This was not skillful. Why were people taking photos of me and Damian having lunch?

And se

condly, this was not good considering I actually had to consider never wearing that top again. It didn't do me whatever favors fifty-fifty in blackness and white.

"Would y'all like to improve your last respond?" he offered and my eyes went to him.

"No," I replied, his brows went upwardly merely his head turned slightly to the side toward the mirror.

Yeah. People were watching.

Damn.

"Mrs. Heller –" he started but I interrupted him.

"My proper name, sir, is Ms. O'Hara. Actually, it's Tess considering no one calls me Ms. O'Hara.

And I'll explicate those photos and my answer," I stated then went on before he could speak.

"Yous asked if I had been in contact with my ex-married man recently. I have on several occasions as he calls me frequently. Sometimes I selection up and tell him to stop calling me. Sometimes I don't. It is rare when I don't. I was married to Damian for x years, he dislikes beingness ignored and he'due south not skilled with catching hints. He responds better to direct communication although this attempt unfortunately takes time because he doesn't reply very chop-chop if that communication happens to be something he doesn't want to hear. My hope was, if I told him enough, he'd eventually leave me alone. Those photos," I lifted a mitt out of my lap and gestured to the photos on the table before dropping it back to my lap, "were taken of me having lunch with Damian what I believe was at least six months ago. That is non, in my definition, recent. If your definition of recent is different, I repent for I didn't give yous the answer you lot expected simply, nevertheless, I still gave you i which was honest."

He didn't hesitate after I spoke before he asked, "Tin can y'all tell me what you discussed during this not recent lunch?"

"Can you tell me why I'm here?" I returned.

"I adopt to ask the questions Ms. O'Hara. "

I stared at him and then I pulled in a breath. Then I answered, "Damian wanted to discuss reconciliation."

"He wants you back," he stated.

"That is what reconciliation ways," I informed him and his mouth got tight again.

Then he observed, "I would assume from your asking him not to contact y'all via the phone that y'all declined this reconciliation."

"You would assume correctly."

"And that was it? That's all you discussed?"

"No, he asked about our dog who I got custody of in the divorce and who has since died. I told him he died. Other than that, yes. Pretty much. That's all that we discussed."

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