Chapter 4

Taker arched one black eyebrow, ready to shed his own clothes, mainly the jeans, his erection straining against the material painfully. He considered Jensa and moved over to stand behind her, placing his large calloused hands on her shoulders. Stroking them down her arms, up her sides and finally to her back, Taker traced the bra clasp thoughtfully. With a wicked grin, he lowered his head, beginning to kiss and nip her shoulders while he removed it, his hands moving around to cup her breasts as the bra fell away.

Letting out a half hiss half moan, Jensa rested her head back against his shoulder, her hand reaching behind to run through his beautiful hair. She gasped when Taker suddenly spun her around, their bare chests clashing together. His eyes were nearly black and that just made Jensa more breathless as he captured her lips again. Only when they both needed air to breathe did the kiss break, only for Taker to spin her around back around to bend her over the bed. Jensa was in heaven and gripped the comforter, ready for anything Taker would do.

Taker didn't bother removing his jeans. He just unfastened and shoved them down past his hips, giving himself some breathing room and sighed at the relief. He took in the beautiful sight before him, licking his lips as he reached out to place his hand on her hip. With the other, he guided began running the head of his cock up and down Jensa's wet slit. Just feeling his pulsating cock, Jensa knew he was a lot bigger than any man she'd been with, taking a deep breath. Jensa trusted him, drenched by now and nearly cried out when he slammed inside of her. Filling her to the core, her nails dug into the comforter as Jensa accepted all of him.

"Yes, oh yes!" She whipped her hair back, getting lost in the sensations coursing through her body and let Taker set the pace, letting him completely dominate her. "Taker please, oh please!"

Taker held onto her hips, pulling Jensa back to meet each and every one of his thrusts, loving the way she cried out his name. He could feel her cumming in waves already and knew she was in for a very long night. Jensa felt good wrapped around him and Taker flicked his head back, tossing his hair from his face as he began pounding in her harder.

"Cum for me, Jensa." He ordered hoarsely.

"Right there...don't stop..." She moaned out, feeling his hand bury in her hair and yanked her up until her back smacked against his chest.

It wasn't hard enough to hurt her. Taker's cock plummeted in and out of her at a fast pace, her head tilting back as his mouth crashed on hers. Jensa cried out against them when his finger began playing with her clit as Taker pushed her back down, increasing his powerful thrusts.

"Taker!"

After making her release several more times, Taker pulled away, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his body. Standing, he finally divested the rest of his clothing and devoured her visually. There was plenty of light to see her streaming through the window as green eyes took in her flushed and quivering body. With the look of a predator, he kneeled on the bed and crawled towards Jensa, catching her ankles and drug her beneath him.

Jensa breathed heavily, her body glistening with perspiration and felt her legs wrap around his waist again, their lips clashing in another heated passionate kiss. Moaning, Jensa didn't want to be anywhere else except in his strong tattoo sleeved arms. Gasping when he filled her to the core again, Taker began skyrocketing her to the heights only they could reach together.

In the morning, Jensa would definitely have no voice from all the screaming, not to mention her body would be very sore. All of it was worth it though as she moved in time with him, feeling as though they were made specifically for each other. Taker wasn't thinking ahead to the morning, just enjoying the moment and having her in his arms. He rolled onto his back, careful not to hurt her and ran his hands up her sides.

"Ride me." He whispered huskily, running his thumbs over her rosy nipples and groaned when she rolled her hips against him.

Moans spilled from her swollen lips as Jensa ran her hands up and down his chest. Nails left small scratches in his skin as she rode Taker as hard as she possibly could. Whipping her head back as his hands massaged her breasts, her own moved from his chest and arms to her hair, Jensa cried out as his hips snapped up, meeting thrust for powerful thrust.

"That's right...Like that, Jensa..." He hissed through gritted teeth, propelling his hips up to meet her.

Taker suddenly sat upright, feeling her legs drape around his hips while his hands moved down to her waist. Guiding her on him as their lips collided, Taker knew he was almost there and lost count of how many times she shattered against him. Jensa lost count after 20, her head spinning and ignored how sore her thighs and inner walls were. She kissed him back with an equal amount of hunger, body still lit on fire and begged him to end both of their agony.

Pulling back as their fingers laced together, they slammed into each other as hard, fast, quick and penetrating as they possibly could. Taker's end finally came as he exploded inside of her, sinking his cock deep inside, growling her name. She bellowed his hoarsely, both of them completely spent as they fell back on the bed with Jensa collapsing on his chest, hardly able to breathe or move.

Normally, when Taker was done, he was gone. As it was, he barely had the strength to get up, even if so inclined. Sighing contently, he wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. If Jensa thought she was leaving...well, he'd change her mind. He wasn't done with her just yet, just needing a breather.

They had countless sex until the sun rose over the horizon, falling asleep in each other's arms, curled and tangled up. Around noon, Jensa slowly opened her eyes, seeing Taker was already gone. He didn't leave a note, nothing. Scowling darkly and feeling tears sting her eyes, Jensa ripped the comforter from her body and quickly dressed, slipping her heels back on and stormed out of there. Luckily she had her cell phone and flipped it open, calling her driver, explaining the location. Within 20 minutes, Jensa was in her limo and headed back to her condo, tears streaming down her face, not believing Taker actually used her.

What did Jensa honestly expect though?

Taker pulled up into the drive 10 minutes after she had left and walked into the house, groaning when he approached the bedroom door. The scent of sex and Jensa assaulted him instantly. "Jensa?" He pushed it open and frowned, temper rapidly going through the roof when he realized she left.

The sun rose over the horizon and luckily there wasn't a lot of tenants out as Jensa slid from the limo, thanking her driver. She didn't want people seeing her like this and hurried inside her condo, slamming the door shut. Stripping out of her clothes, Jensa first took a shower, scrubbing her skin until it was raw under hot sprays and crying at the same time. Why did it hurt so badly? Jensa didn't nor wanted to understand it and shut the sprays off, wrapping herself in a towel collapsing in bed, instantly falling asleep.

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Steve looked up when Taker stormed through the door, arching a pale eyebrow. "Who the fuck-" He swallowed the words when he noticed the venom in his friend's gaze. He bit his tongue, watching Taker storm to the back and winced when he heard something break.

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Later that night, instead of going out and getting herself into trouble again, Jensa decided to stay at home in her lavish condo, vegging out on empty calories that would later be worked out. Her head snapped to the side at the sound of her cell phone and Jensa slowly picked it up, chewing her bottom lip at the sight of Taker's name flashing on the caller ID. Silencing it, Jensa went to pop in a movie, not wanting to talk to him about what happened and went to work on her article that was due tomorrow.

Why was he trying to call her? Oh yes, because Taker had ingested a 5th of Jack Daniels...and Southern Comfort...and a case of beer. He wanted to know why the hell she had taken off without even leaving a note!

The next day, Steve reached his boiling point with Taker when a customer actually ran out after Taker growled at them for wanting a heart tattoo. "Look, you're scarin' off the damn customers. Go AWAY and let me handle the business." Steve ordered, keeping the counter between him and Taker, having no idea what the deal behind the man's mood was and honestly didn't want to know.

Taker snarled and took the suggestion, storming out of the shop.

Meanwhile, Jensa walked inside the newspaper building, wearing a pinstriped blue and black skirt suit. She had one in every color, hair swept up in a smooth ponytail, the usual makeup on her face. Jensa handed her article in and sat down while he looked over it, nodding when he approved and walked out after receiving her check. Sliding her black sunglasses on, Jensa headed outside to her Jaguar, deciding some shopping was in order. After all, she saw some recent movies she wanted.

After nearly buying out Best Buy, Jensa decided to go to the mall, humming softly as she walked. She had all the money in the world, but didn't know what to do with it all. Sighing, Jensa spotted a St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital fundraiser going on, immediately whipping her checkbook out. It took $1,000,000 dollars a DAY to keep this place running, so she was giving them a year's supply. Not only did she have all the money in the world, but Jensa hardly splurged. She walked over, dropping the check in the box without a second glance. It was her favorite charity and was worth $365,000,000 dollars.

"JENNIE!" Tabitha shrieked, running and tackling Jensa, grinning when her best friend shot her a dark look and shrugged. "My bad. What's up, chicky? Like?" She twirled, showing off her newest plaid skirt. "I SO killed my other one. What'cha up too?"

"I don't want to know. I'm just shopping, bored out of my mind." Thinking of Taker for the millionth time that day caused Jensa to sigh. "It's nothing, Tabby." When her friend didn't believe her and pulled her aside into a women's bathroom, Jensa knew she wasn't getting out of this without spilling her guts. "I fucked Taker last night, your tattoo artist." She stated bluntly. "Can I go now?"

"You...fucked...Taker..." Tabitha repeated slowly, trying not to think about that one. "Well..." She cleared her throat, eyebrows darting together for a moment then grinned. "How the hell was it? He's not REALLY, you know, dead is he?"

Jensa's cheeks burned as the memory swept her away, lowering her head. "No, he's definitely not dead..." She murmured, trying to calm down and actually had to walk over to the sink to splash cold water on her face. "Look, we fucked and when I woke up, he was gone. No note, nothing. So I left and went back to my condo, end of story. Now I really have to go." She walked out before Tabitha could get another word in, not wanting to show the tears filling her eyes.

"Whoa-whoa-whoa…" Tabitha followed, grabbing Jensa by her arm and grew serious when she seen the look on her friend's face. "It happens." She said softly. "Fuck him, he's a moron. Move on." She sighed and shook her head then perked up. "I know you need a GNO!"

How the hell had Jensa ever let Tabitha talk her into this?

She couldn't believe she was doing this, staring in the full length mirror of her condo while Tabitha happily teased her hair in curls. And why the hell had she agreed to let Tabitha dress her? Jensa currently sported a black tank dress that went two inches above the knee along with fishnet stockings. The dress had purple hem lacing throughout it to give it style, zipping in the back.

Two inch knee high boots on that had buckles on them for style adorned her feet and if that wasn't bad enough, Tabitha had done her makeup. It consisted of deep dark purple lipstick with thick black eyeliner and dark eye shadow, making her blue eyes smoky. Jensa had a black and purple choker around her neck and her French manicured nails were painted black as well. Her honey blonde hair was half up half down curled in a wicked hair style that she wished she'd never agreed to.

"Dear god I look like a gothic whore..."

"You look sexy as hell and, if I had a dick, I'd fuck you." Tabitha said bluntly, looking her usual punk self, adjusting her lip ring with her tongue. "We're going out to a place of my choice and you're going to have a good time, trust me. A change in scenery and pace will do you some good."

Why did Jensa highly doubt that?

She signed resignedly as Tabitha tugged her out the door, black purse in hand, trying not to stumble in the boots. This was the LAST time Jensa allowed Tabitha to 'dress her up'. Jensa snorted under her breath as they headed toward the limo because, if they were drinking, they were NOT driving.

"Thank you, William, and DON'T say a word."

William bit his bottom lip hard, shutting the door and drove off moments later toward Miss Tabitha's destination of choice.

Tabitha's choice was a cross between a bar and a club. It was sort of like a place for 'Goths', bikers and anyone in between. It was awesome. She adored it and that's where she had met her boyfriend at so...Once they arrived, she caught the astonished expression on Jensa's face and waited until William had opened the door, dragging her friend out.

"You promised you'd TRY it." She reminded in a grin.

"Yeah-yeah-yeah..." Jensa grumbled good-naturedly, flashing a smile, though she was scared out of her mind.

This place looked wild and...freaky. She fit right in with the outfit she wore, thanks to Tabitha. Biting back a scowl, they headed inside and Jensa couldn't help looking back at William in a 'HELP ME' glance, the music instantly pounding around her, vibrating the floor. This place was HUGE and there were dozens of people dancing.

"I need a drink!" She shouted in Tabitha's ear.

"Yes, you do! Try the Alien Secretion!" Tabitha shouted back over the music, pulling Jensa away from the bar she had been about to head toward. "No, you want that one!" She pointed across the dance floor where bodies were thrashing about to the heavy music and led the way into the 'pit'.