His Outlaw Valentine - Jessa Kane Page 0,2

still safely stowed in the inner compartment of my purse. And I leave to go rob a convenience store.

CHAPTER TWO

Ryan

I grind my jaw as the sound of Jessie’s high heels fade out in the hallway.

She’s hiding something from me.

Which, hell. Smoke and mirrors from Jessie is the furthest thing from usual. When she was thirteen and I moved into the house next door to her, she told me her parents were retired opera singers turned lawyers who took her on vacation to Paris every year. That same night, I watched her father stagger drunkenly up the walkway, provoking a fight with her baseball-bat-wielding mother that spilled out into the yard and required the cops to break it up.

They weren’t lawyers, they needed lawyers.

Call me callous, but I didn’t give two shits about blood spilled between adults. I’d just wanted to know Jessie was all right. See, I’d fallen so deeply in love with her the moment we crossed paths, I forgot my goddamn name, and there are a million reasons why. Her combination of strength and fragility. Her humor. That secret smile she gives me. The way she gives me just enough attention to have me panting, before flitting away like a strawberry blonde fairy.

Yeah, I love her. Compulsively. At the time, it was almost more than my thirteen-year-old heart could stand. So while her parents were being cuffed in the front yard, I’d climbed in through her bedroom window and found her sobbing brokenly on the floor.

I learned a hard but valuable lesson that night when I tried to comfort the love of my life. After I witnessed Jessie in an authentically weak moment—not just pretend crying over losing a foot race—it took me a year to coax her into speaking to me again. Rule number one of dealing with my best friend, don’t expose her weaknesses or she’ll drop a motherfucker like a bad habit.

Yes, I might have learned a hard lesson that long-ago evening, but it was also the night I vowed to myself to protect Jessie forever. Always. No matter what.

It’s why I became a police officer, then a detective.

It’s why I rented this apartment and made it the most secure living space in all of Philadelphia, before “casually” suggesting she move in with me. Where I could keep an eye on her. A very, very close eye.

So close, my skittish friend would probably be terrified if she found out.

Everything about me, down to my clothing and glasses, is designed to make me non-threatening, but I’m the furthest thing from it underneath the layers. I’m a lethal weapon with the sole purpose of making sure Jessie never has to sob on the floor another day in her life.

Jessie is beautiful, complicated, terrified of commitment and secretive—

And I’ll worship her until the day I die.

I reach down and unzip my pants now, groaning as my cock pushes free and smacks off my stomach. In my other hand, I’m still holding the fork I just took a huge risk by sliding into Jessie’s angelic mouth. Laying my dick out on the table, I gently stroke the smooth underside of the fork up and down my length, turned on to a fever pitch just knowing her saliva is now on me.

“Fuuuuck,” I grit out. “Good little princess. Get your spit all over that cock. Make it easier to take.”

I’m depraved. Jesus, I know I am. But I’ve been obsessed beyond recognition with this girl for thirteen years and I’ve never even laid a finger on her, afraid she’d sprint in the other direction where I’d be cut off completely. My urges have never been satisfied and they’ve taken a darker turn. Darker and darker, the longer I go without her taste.

Knowing it’s going to take a lot more than a fork to satisfy me, I send it clattering onto the table and drop to my knees. I walk forward until I’m kneeling in front of her chair and I press my nose to the middle of the seat, right in the spot where her pussy pressed down. I suck in her lilies and sugar scent greedily, sliding my nose to where her tight asshole touched.

God yeah. Smells so good, all fresh and feminine and mine.

This is as close to Valentine’s Day sex as I’ll ever get, unless I can convince Jessie I’ll never hurt her and never, ever leave. Someday I will convince her. I have faith.

Now, I straighten long enough to spit on my hand and stroke the