Peeking inside the delicious collection of erotic short stories at Bounty--story 2--in Daydreams. He's a bounty hunter hot on the trail of jewel thief who's ditched bail...but little does he know that she's a witch who's playing a game with him. The hunter becomes the hunted in an erotic twist of wits in Dakota Skye's Bounty.
An excerpt...18+ content
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can't believe I'm chasing a black cat. He exhaled a long sigh and shook his
head with disgust over his level of desperation.
With an eeny-meeny-miney-mo level
of decision-making, he chose the one to the left—the dark, empty looking
one—and jumped onboard as silently as possible. Creeping low, he found the door
on the stern that led inside, pulled on the handle, and frowned when it was
open.
This
could be another trap, he thought briefly before dismissing the idea. Why
would she assume he'd follow a cat? No one in their right mind...
He froze at the menacing click in
the otherwise silent boat.
"Hands up. Turn around.
Slowly. No tricks."
He'd know that voice anywhere.
He complied and smiled when he came
face-to-face with his prey.
She held a gun, but it trembled in
her hands. She'd changed into a black dress with a zipper going across her
chest diagonally from left shoulder to right hip. Black hair partially covered
her face illuminated by the outside light.
"You're not going to shoot me.
That's not your style," he said softly.
"There's a first time for
everything." She frowned, her confidence from earlier slipping. She used
both hands to try to control the shaking gun. "How did you find me?"
"Finding people is a specialty
of mine."
She gritted her teeth and motioned
for him to step further into the room.
"Why didn't you take your
gifts and go?"
"The bigger question is why
are you giving me gifts in the first place? I can't be bribed."
They circled around the small
space—her holding a gun in her trembling hands and him raising his hands out to
his sides.
"You're alone. Always."
"So are you, what's your
point?"
"Go to hell, Jakey."
Round and round they went. He kept
his gaze locked on the gun while trying to figure out what she was trying to
say.
"I can't be bribed," he
said again.
"Never assumed you could.
Can't a gift just be a gift? No strings attached?"
"Not from you."
"Such a cynic."
"Side-effect of the job."
"You should come to my side.
I'm the eternal optimist—no limits, no rules. This situation is unexpected, but
I'm confident I'll be leaving you behind tonight, Jake. Optimism. Give it a
try."
Taking a chance that she wouldn't
accidentally shoot him, he lunged forward and grabbed her wrists. The gun
dropped almost immediately, but she fought back using her high heels, claws,
and teeth.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs
on the ground.
He pushed her face into the carpet,
grabbed her wrists, and searched his back pockets for the handcuffs he hoped
like hell he'd remembered to bring. Still she kicked and writhed beneath him, a
wild woman with nothing to lose, fighting him until he had her hands secured
behind her waist.
"Stop it. I've got you and I'm
not letting you go."
"I'll let you think
that." She twisted her head and peered at him through a veil of black hair
and shadows.
Tired of this bullshit day, he
rolled off of her and panted at the ceiling. He needed a minute to relish the
victory.
She wiggled until on her knees.
"I wouldn't get too comfortable if I were you."
"No? Meeting Carl? Or some
other accomplice?"
"You don't have me."
"Yes, sweetheart, I do."
He moved to turn on a light so he could get a good look at her.
He could barely believe that he'd
finally won.
Her chest heaved; hair fell across
her face, revealing only one green eye that flashed menacingly at him, high
cheekbones led to a full mouth that remained unsmiling at his perusal.
He knew now was the time to call in
the Feds, deliver her to an agent, and go home to collect his fat paycheck.
But he couldn't quite find the
motivation to do that.
"How'd you manage to get bail
in the first place?" he asked.
"My secrets are for no one
else's ears." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and glared at him from
half-closed eyes.
"Why did you set me up? I
wouldn't have known how close I was if you hadn't. You could have just sailed
off into the sunset without me being the wiser. Why this game?" He straightened
his legs out in front of him, still on the floor, and watched her gaze skim
over him.
"I already told you that. I
wanted my goodbye to be memorable." She caught her lower lip between her
teeth, her gaze roaming over his body.
"How do you travel around with
a cat? A pet of any kind? Doesn't that make being on the run difficult?"
He sighed at her continued silence.
"Were you really leaving town
tonight or was that whole stunt this afternoon purely for your enjoyment?"
When the corners of her mouth
turned upward in a barely there smile, he answered with a grin of his own. His
lingered on that mouth of hers and wondered what it would feel like sucking his
cock. Of course, that would violate any ethics he had left.
"You were talkative when our
positions were reversed, now you're mute. Interesting." He tapped his
fingers on the floor next to his hip. He wanted answers, damn it. After
following her all over the country for two months, he needed them.
She scooted forward on her knees
and further into the light. She leaned forward, her hair tickling the side of
his face and whispered, "We have a few hours to play, Jake. Isn't that
what you really crave? My body, my lips, my hands, my heat?"
He gulped and leaned his head away
from hers until he could look her in the eye. "Seduction won't change how
this ends."
"I know." She sat back on
her heels. "Why have I been toying with you all this time, Jake? Because I
want what you want."
He knew that this had to be another
one of her manipulations, yet his cock twitched in response to the suggestion.
"Do you ever stop lying?"
"The key to a successful con
is to always mix in some truth."
He decided to test the dare by
reaching out and grabbing the top of the zipper on her left shoulder. "Is
this what you want me to do?"
She arched an eyebrow. "Isn't
it what you want to do?"
Oh, hell, yes, it was. He'd
fantasized about it ever since she'd skipped out on him in Denver—allegedly
with a half-million dollars worth of stolen jewels.
He pulled down the zipper, telling
himself that he was simply testing her but knowing he wanted to fuck. The idea
of her willing and hot beneath him boiled his blood.
Zzzzzzip---the sound ripped through
the silence.
The sight of her full breasts above
the bra removed any trace of self-control. He pushed the dress open and skimmed
his fingers over the fleshy curves. Her nipples pointed out from the lace. He
brushed his thumb over them and heard her gasp.
"You really do want this, don't you?" he asked,
sliding his gaze to hers.
She answered by leaning forward and
sweeping her lips across his.
He pushed the dress down her arms,
exposing her chest even more, reached under the fabric and unsnapped her bra.
He wanted her tits in his mouth. Ached to roll his tongue over the hard
nipples.
She crawled over his lap, straddled
him, and grinned. The hem of her dress rose up her hips.
Keep reading Bounty from the short story collection, Daydreams
Imagine...a ghostly mariner
haunting the shores of Ireland who reminds a lonely woman how beautiful life
is...a bounty hunter who gets more than he bargained for with his bail-jumping
witch of a jewel thief...and a bar owner who discovers the joy of being loved
by two other-worldly visitors trapped in a desperate situation...Daydreams, a
collection of paranormal erotic short stories.
Escape the madness of the
world, indulge your naughty side, and lose yourself in fantasy.
**sexually explicit,
paranormal, and some dark themes**
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