Bitter Sweet Hell (Hell Night 2)

After a moment of hesitation, I decide to trust his judgement, and give a jerky nod. I’m not entirely sure I’d care if the whole town showed up, so long as JW doesn’t stop what he’s doing.

His hands continue upward. My breath gets stuck in my throat, and I bite down on my lip, growing impatient. He scoots forward on his knees between my legs, forcing them further apart. Air glides across my center just as my skirt clears my upper thighs.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groans, his gaze zeroing in on the place he just revealed. “No panties. And so damn pretty and wet.”

He licks his lips and doesn’t waste another minute before his head is dipping down. My stomach muscles quiver when I feel his breath on me. He inhales heavily before the first swipe of his tongue damn near catapults me off the blanket. The feeling is almost too intense. A hoarse cry explodes from my mouth, and I grip his hair. The vibrations of his growl against my heated flesh only adds fuel to the fire building inside me. I’ve had men go down on me before, but I’

ve never been so close to coming so soon after just one lap of the tongue.

“More,” I shout, lifting my hips and trying to get closer. Another lave of his tongue has me jerking and digging my heels into the blanket.

Distantly, a buzzing noise reaches my ears, but I’m so far past the point of caring at the moment. The only thing that matters is JW and his magical tongue. Latching his teeth around my clit, he sucks the nub into his mouth hard, flicking his tongue back and forth, and grinds his scruffy chin against my entrance.

I hear the buzzing again, trying to force its way into my subconscious. The noise is easily forgotten when fingers probe my hole and JW pushes them in a couple of inches. I thrash my head back and forth, nearly overcome with the sensations he’s eliciting inside me. Every nerve is sensitized. A third finger pushes inside with the other two. Penetration is always better when it’s a dick entering you, but his hands are doing just fine at the moment. Especially with what he’s doing with his mouth.

My hands still have a firm grip on his hair and my legs clamp around his head when the first electrifying jolt hits me. A rumbling growl pulses against my clit and he shoves his fingers in further. The fit is tighter because my inner walls clench and unclench around his fingers. He angles his fingers and the pleasure intensifies when he reaches my g-spot. Tossing my head back, I release a scream.

Once I slowly climb down from my high, I shudder out a breath. Opening my eyes, I glance down at JW. His smile is full of satisfaction, as it should be. He’s damn good with his mouth and hand. He pulls his fingers free of me and lifts them to his mouth. One by one, he sucks away my juices, eyes flaring with desire. His chin glistens with my arousal. I’ve never been particularly fond of seeing the evidence of my desire on a man’s face, but it works really well on JW. The sight makes me want to lick it away.

“So good. Just as sweet as I thought you would be.”

Damn, that’s hot too.

Hearing the buzzing sound again, I frown and look around for the source. JW scowls before snapping up the phone from the blanket.

Oh, it was a phone. I probably would have known that if it weren’t for the haze still fogging my brain.

“This better be fucking good,” he barks into the phone.

I flip down my skirt as he listens to whoever’s on the line. His expression darkens, and his eyes move to me. A bad feeling forms in the pit of my stomach.

“When?” A pause. “Shit.” Another pause. “She’s with me. We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

As soon as the words leave his lips, I start throwing things back in the basket. Anxiety has my hands shaking and my stomach in knots. This must be about Diego.

He hangs up a moment later and I turn to him. “What happened?” I ask shakily.

His jaw flexes as he grinds his teeth together.

“Diego’s made another appearance. He attacked a man named Derek.”

I suck in a breath and release it on a painful exhale. “Is he….” I can’t even get the words out.

“No,” he grunts. “But he’ll need stitches to close the gash on his forehead.” His lips tighten. “Come on. We’re going to Trouble’s office so I can question Derek.”

We finish cleaning up our picnic and head back to the truck. My chest feels heavy with guilt on our drive over to Trouble’s.

How many more people will Diego hurt before this is all over?

JW

AS I STARE AT DEREK, seeing the bruise on the side of his face and watching Trouble put a bandage over the six stitches he needed, fury simmers just below the surface. Derek and his wife, Misty, have two small children. Children they adopted six months ago when it was discovered their father had been sexually abusing them for years and was sentenced to The Expiration Penalty. Those children suffered enough to last a life time, and for Diego to almost put them through losing another parent, makes me blind with rage.

Feeling Eden at my side, her own anger making her tremble, oddly eases some of the heat rushing through my blood stream. I’m tempted to reach over for her hand, wanting to feel her skin against mine, but I withhold the desire and take a step toward Derek when Trouble moves away from him.

I hold my phone up for Derek to look at the screen. “This the man you saw?”

He nods, then winces with the movement. “Yeah. I only got a glimpse of him before he hit me over the head, but that’s definitely him.”