Badcock by Debra Glass Read Free Book Online

against the tree. Her hair tangled in the branches. Bark scraped her palms. Breathless, she waited as he hastily ruched up her skirt and plunged his hand between her legs, searching, finding. Oh, yes.
    She melted as he began to stroke the sensitive hillock so eager to be stimulated. “Jack,” she heard herself say.
    Closing her eyes, she rested her head against the tree trunk and rocked into his expert touch. One finger slipped inside her channel only to pull out and circle her clitoris again. He repeated the motion until she was a blithering, mindless fool in his hands.
    He stepped closer, wedging his knees between hers. His mouth grazed her ear. “Come undone on my fingers, sweetheart. Yes, that’s it. Just let go. Just let—”
    “Oh! Oh, Jack!” she cried and even as bliss bubbled up inside her, he thrust his cock into her core again.
    Sophia clung to him, to the tree. Frissons of pleasure reduced her to tears as he pounded her, driving her back hard against the solid oak at her back.
    He moaned, pumping into her hard once, twice, a third time. And then he stopped. In the back of her mind, she realized he’d not withdrawn. He’d released his seed in her womb. Mixed emotions roiled. What they’d just done was dangerous, irrevocable. Some part of her didn’t care. Instead, she held his head and kissed his mouth, his face. He kissed her back the same way and Sophia’s heart lurched.
    This was it. This was the last time he would ever kiss her. This was the last time he would ever be inside her.
    She’d known it would end.
    But she had not been prepared for it.
    He dragged his lips from hers and gazed into her eyes. Everything urged her to look away but she forced herself to hold his stare. The ice in his blue eyes had melted into the color of the warm spring sky. She cupped his jaw. “Do you do this with all the women you abduct?” she asked, playfully, but in reality she desperately wanted to know.
    “Only you,” he said. One side of his mouth twisted into a somber smile. His fingers absent-mindedly caressed the side her of her hip.
    Sophia stared for a moment. A plea hung on her lips to beg him to take her away with him. She knew that was impossible. He was a robber. A scoundrel. He would doubtless die at the end of a hangman’s noose.
    A highway robber’s career never lasted very long.
    He inhaled before he slipped out of her and stepped back so that her skirts fell. “We should go. Your carriage awaits.”
    Carriage? When had he had time to arrange transportation for her? None of this made any sense whatsoever, but Sophia would worry about that later. Right now, she wanted to memorize his every handsome feature. The curl that escaped his queue. The tiny mole on the side of his jaw. The devilish arch of his eyebrows.
    The prudent thing for her to do was to go home and marry Ralph. So why did her heart beg her to do something so utterly rash?
    Jack reached for her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. The touch was so intimate—even more so than everything else they’d done together—that it caused a crazy lump to well in Sophia’s throat.
    When he tugged her hand, she hesitated.
    Don’t do this! Don’t cry. Her reaction was foolish. Stupid and foolish. It was time to let this fantasy go and leave, to return to her well-ordered life. She swallowed thickly and allowed Jack to lead her and the horse back to the road.
    He gave her a boost and lifted her into the saddle. Sophia winced as she sat on her sore bottom.
    Jack climbed up behind her and kissed to the horse. With a snap of the reins, the horse moved along—much faster than Sophia would have liked.
    * * * * *
    Sophia’s pulse began to race as the coach neared her parents’ estate north of London. The driver hadn’t asked her where she wanted to go until Bad Jack had galloped out of her sight and out of her life.
    When the manor loomed into view, her hand flew to her chest as if she could prevent her heart from drumming its way out of her rib