Read Online Crystal Mac: A prologue novella to Captive Series Book 3 HELL'S HILLTOP by J. A. Dennam - Free Book Online Page B

been a long time since he’d felt this free, but before the thought could take root he cleared it from his mind. Instead, he adjusted his position, relaxed against the wall at his back while she lazed against him. A handful of recuperative minutes went by as he idly explored her body.
    “How’s your shoulder? ” he finally asked.
    “I’ve forgotten all about it,” she answered tiredly. “Thank you for that.”
    Those last four words seemed ludicrous considering the fact he’d gleaned as much pleasure from their raucous round of sex as she had. “You’re a beautiful woman, Crystal.” He skimmed the backs of his fingers along the soft outer edges of her breasts. “Much more so without all the makeup.”
    Her eyes opened. “You think so?”
    “I love your freckles.” They added a wholesome, down-to-earth quality to her face.
    A small fr own. “I used to hate them.”
    Ah, finally some insight into the person she used to be. Ever since he’d learned of her, Mac wondered about Rena’s little sister. “Why?” He pulled her closer.
    She combed fingers through the dark brown tresses at her forehead. “Rena. She was always so perfect. Got her looks from our father. He had the shiny black hair and the clear skin and the height.”
    There wasn’t a thing wrong with Crystal’s hair, skin or height. “Tell me that’s not why you resent her,” Mac said with lowered brow.
    No response.
    He nudged her. “Tell me.”
    “Haven’t you seen enough already?” she griped.
    “Not by a long shot. The more I find out about you, the more I want to know.”
    Her elbow dug into his midsection. “Just because we fucked doesn’t mean you get to grill me.”
    Mac was suddenly confronted with the same words he’d flung at her earlier, before the Lesico debacle. He got it, knew she was making a point, but it didn’t mean he had to like it.
    Crystal must have sensed his consternation because she turned in his arms and straddled him, chewed her bottom lip for a moment. “Tell you what. I’ll share more about myself if you reciprocate.”
    His eyes narrowed. It wasn’t like he was the mysterious one.
    “You made me wash my face so you could see the real me,” she continued when he didn’t reply. “I want the same from you.”
    Mac reached up, moved a wet tendril of bangs from her lashes. “I haven’t worn mascara since Halloween of 1992.”
    Her laughter echoed off the tile. God, that smile, that sound… With the pink, earthy colors of her face, Mac saw no traces of the black, threatening figure he’d tackled to the floor when they first met.
    She stood up, towered over him as water flowed down her lean legs. “Do you trust me?”
    Those words always spelled impending trouble. His look turned wary. “No.”
    Her smile indicated it was the answer she wanted. When she left the tub, he was faced with his lingering handprint on her firm white buttock. Goose bumps blanketed his skin as the warmth from her body was replaced with cooled water.
    Moments later, she straddled him again with a large cup, his razor and a can of shaving cream. A portion of it slurped out onto the tips of her fingers.
    “Go like this,” she said, drawing down her upper lip.
    Mac suddenly felt very juvenile. “I don’t want you to shave my stache.”
    “But, I want to see the real you. It’s only fair.” When he still balked, she rolled her eyes. “If you don’t like it, it’ll grow back.”
    True. And as a bonus, her big, beautiful breasts would remain close by to offer comfort should he let her perform the deed. Unable to resist their lure, he leaned in, took a rosy nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it in soft, lazy strokes. Her breath hitched and the nub tightened between his teeth, prompting him to suckle harder. If he could stay there forever, it wouldn’t be long enough.
    “ Not so fast,” she said, a husky timbre to her voice as she pulled her breast away. “These babies are all yours…” Her mouth hung