Dark Desire

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Authors: Bec Botefuhr
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cock.”
    “I love when you say that, you have a filthy fucking mouth Jagger Black.”
    He smirks. “You fuckin’ love my dirty mouth as much as you love my cock…”
    I close my eyes and moan. I love the way that word rolls off his tongue. I love the way his deep, husky voice flows from his lips when he says it. It’s a massive turn on.
    “Bad girl, you want it?” He whispers, pulling the car up.
    “Jagger…we’re in a parking lot.”
    He smirks and grips the top button of his jeans, undoing it.
    “Jagger,” I breathe.
    He slides the zipper down and when he reaches in and takes his length out, I feel my eyes darting around the car park, to make sure no one is around. Thankfully we’re right at the end and it’s dark and quiet.
    “Touch me, right here…”
    “I can’t!” I gasp.
    “Baby, you can and you will…”
    I feel my brows rise. “Oh will I?”
    He begins stroking, he leans his head back against the head rest and moans lightly. Bastard knows I like that.
    “If you don’t touch it, I will.”
    “Jagger!”
    He strokes and I feel my eyes grow heavy watching his hand move up and down that beautiful cock, stroking and tweaking it until he’s panting and groaning. Part of me wants to reach out and take it, but the other part wants to watch him come on his own.
    “ Better touch me soon,” he rasps, “Coz’ I’m gonna come.”
    He strokes and strokes, his blue gaze meets mine and I lean over, dragging my lips across his. He moans and his hand works faster, squeezing and pulling with quick stokes. I kiss his neck, sucking and licking until he’s so wound up I can see the veins in his arms bulging.
    “Goin’ to come, fuck,”
    I lean down quickly, replacing his hand with my mouth. I suck him with force and relish in his roar and the feeling of his hips jerking as he releases into my warm mouth. He growls as spurt after spurt hit the back of my throat.
    “Fuck…fuck…”
    When he’s done, I pull back and grin at him.
    “Well, I guess we should go shopping.”
    His brows raise and a smile tugs at those beautiful lips.
    “I look just fucked…”
    I lean over and kis s him softly. “Heck yeah you do and I love it.”
    I slide out of the car, and a moment later he does too. He reaches over and takes my hand when I walk around the car, and we head into the store together. It feels nice to be in public together, out and about as though we just belong. Everything about Jagger and I makes me feel like he’s where I belong. We collect everything we need for dinner, and return home, both smiling and both happy for the first time in a long, long while.
    ~*~*~*~*
    Jagger’s Aunt, what can I say? She comes across as a lovely woman, with her dazzling smile, dark hair and light hazel eyes. She’s tall, slender and very beautiful for her age. She speaks in soft tones and smiles and nods a lot when listening. She clearly loves Jagger and Maggie, maybe a little too much. It seems they can do no wrong in her eyes, especially Jagger.
    “So, tell me Willow, what do you do for a living?”
    I’m just placing the pot roast onto the table when she asks the question. How to answer that? I look up at her with a smile, catching Jagger’s happy expression as I move.
    “Currently I’m just doing some waitressing.”
    “Oh.”
    She says it in a similar tone one would use when putting off food into their mouth. Am I the only one who can see she doesn’t like me? Or maybe I’m over reacting.
    “It’s only temporary, and then I’ll go back to office work.”
    This seems to impress her a little more. “That’s nice.”
    “Willow is smart as hell Aunt Mary, she’s got a good head on her shoulders,” Jagger says, pulling a spoonful of potatoes out of the pot.
    “I’m sure baby, I’m sure.”
    Baby? Who calls their older nephew baby? It’s creepy.
    “Aw, don’t call me that Aunt Mary!” Jagger says, his face hardening a little.
    “Johnny, sweetheart, you were always my baby. When your Momma died,

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