Chapter 2
Kevin was getting on his nerves. Mark felt like a spring, tense and ready to uncoil, and he knew why he was feeling that way. A certain blue eyed woman with an angel's face and a devil's mind had enchanted him in the worse way. He managed to block out his friend's annoying chatter, green eyes scanning the crowds of people that were still pouring in. The party was only just getting started and he had to smirk. Jetta...Mmm, there was a name that could just roll off a man's tongue and sound sexy without the guy needing to try. Everything about that woman had the promise of addiction.
After Brent was finished with her flaming skull tattoo, which looked stellar if she did say so herself -and took nearly three hours- Jetta decided to go out and rejoin the party. She rolled her eyes when he said she couldn't wear anything over it, deciding to go quickly change. She had a tent set up nearby, where her bike currently was and ducked in, wondering what to wear. Nothing to cover the tat. She could handle that.
Jetta quickly changed into a pure black strapless top that wrapped around her breasts and had sequins hanging down, revealing her stomach when the material swayed from side to side. She left her blue jeans on and her hair down, which went to the middle of her back, and redid her makeup. Thick black eyeliner outlined her cerulean blue eyes and her lips were a clear gloss as she walked out to join the party. There was a huge bonfire, causing her to grin. Another addiction of hers was fire as she went to join the huge crowd, grabbing a beer on the way.
Green eyes followed her every move from the other side of the fire. He was sitting surrounded by people, some he knew, and some who apparently knew him. He didn't care at the moment; his attention was locked on the woman he currently wanted. It was rare for him to want someone as badly as he wanted her, but when he had seen her reaction earlier when she was being tattooed, he had known right then and there he would have her. He'd give her time to make her rounds, figuring she wouldn't make a move to initiate anything, which was fine. He liked being in control anyway, smirking at the thought.
Jetta was all smiles and in her element as she took a sip of beer, nodding at some people she recognized from last year, laughing when they finally caught onto who she was. She finally found a comfortable spot and sat down, one knee drawn up while her elbow rested on it, not even wincing at her tattoo, which was throbbing. It was such a delicious feeling, fresh ink, and sighed as she stared into the fire. It always fascinated her, knowing something so beautiful could kill millions and destroy hundreds of acres of land if tampered with.
Fear was just a four letter word in her book, which was why Jetta traveled all over, taking risks and chances. She only lived once and she was going to experience life to the fullest before she went. Going down in a blaze of glory so to speak. She took another long swig of her beer.
Excusing himself, Mark ambled around the fire, being detained several times. It took a lot of willpower to be polite, making promises to catch up later, his eyes never leaving his prey. Finally he reached her side, his own beer in hand.
"Mind if I join you?" He asked, not waiting for the answer, and dropped down beside her. He hadn't missed the change in tops or the fact that her hair was now hanging loose in all its glory instead of being tossed over a shoulder. "How'd the tattoo turn out?"
"Look for yourself." She turned her back to him and moved her hair to the side, knowing he could clearly see it through the clear plastic wrapping Brent put on it, along with the A&D ointment. She hissed softly when he ran his fingers down it, smirking at him over her shoulder before letting her hair fall back down in waves, turning her eyes back to the fire. "He did a perfect job as always." She finished her beer before crushing the cup in her hand and tossed it behind her in a trashcan, winking at him. "How's Sturgis treating you, Mark?"
This was an unexpected blessing. He had suspected earlier she had no idea who he was and was sincerely hoping this proved his assumption. "Same as always." He murmured, eyes flickering to the flames, watching as more wood was heaved onto the already blazing bonfire. "Be interesting to see that go out of control." He mused, plucking a few blades of grass, blowing them towards the fire. "I've never seen you before." Then again, considering the amount of people, that wasn't too surprising. "You here with someone?"
"Nope, I'm a loner. Travel from place to place, do what I want when I want." She stated with no fear or intimidation in her voice, smirking at his notion of the fire, deciding to voice her thoughts. "It's amazing how something that looks so beautiful could also be deadly." Jetta mused thoughtfully, running a hand through her hair, not even flinching when it brushed against her fresh tattoo. It was almost like it wasn't even there as she looked up at the night sky, the smoke marring it for just a moment, and a content smile crossed her lips, her eyes drifting shut. She was now leaning back on her elbows; her legs sprawled out before her, the tips of her hair brushing against the green grass.
Lying down on his side, he propped his head in the palm of his hand, elbow on the grass, his beer now resting on the ground. "Amazin'." He echoed, wondering idly if she'd be offended if he reached out to caress that smooth expanse of skin between the bottom of her top and jeans. What the hell? Life was short and the most she'd do is kick his ass, which made him chuckle at the thought. He'd take the ass whooping, it'd be worth it. Reaching out, Mark brushed his knuckles lightly against her bare side. "Sounds like you live an interesting life, darlin'."
"Yeah, it's a big rollercoaster. Some ups, some downs, but that's life and you have to take the good with the bad." Jetta replied in a softer voice, not caring that he was touching her. She wanted him to touch her, everywhere, and wondered about his earlier notion of finding him. Perhaps he got the message she didn't chase men and that made her inwardly smirk. She lay down on the grass, her blonde hair splayed around her, not caring about her tattoo because it was covered and, like she said earlier, a little pain never hurt anyone. His eyes were beautiful, especially with firelight reflecting in them. Again, Jetta was breathless, for the second time in a day! That was very rare, hardly happened, and Jetta found herself enjoying it. "If you want to kiss me then do it Mark." She said in a blunt, low voice, her eyes locking with his.
"I think I'll let you come to me this time." Mark murmured, his hand now moving underneath the almost gauze like material, his palm resting on her abdomen, feeling her muscles tightening under his touch. "Mmm...So soft." He was almost speaking too low for her to hear, skimming his fingers in slow circles against her warm skin, the firelight throwing shadows over them one second and bathing them in light the next. "That...or you can ask me to kiss you." He whispered, moving suddenly so he was hovering over her, his lips barely brushing hers.
Not thinking twice about it, knowing how much she wanted this man, Jetta cupped his face in her hands before bringing his lips down on hers, refusing to ask him for it. She didn't ask men for anything, that was just how she worked. If he wanted her bad enough, then he would take it. Though she was coming to him now and that was fine. He came to her first, that was all that mattered, and moaned as his huge body pressed against hers, running her fingers through his black tresses that were out of the ponytail holder he had it back in earlier. God his lips were a sin, a delicious sin. The man dripped sexuality and somehow she knew Mark was aware of it. A soft moan escaped her when his tongue swiped against her lips, asking for access and immediately gave it to him, sighing at the taste of him, their tongues dueling together in a battle that neither was going to win.
All too aware was he of the fact that he was a walking sin -vain man that he was- though Jetta was also giving him a run for his money. Groaning, he broke the kiss, staring down at her slightly swollen lips, and ran the pad of his thumb across her full lower lip. "I want you." He said bluntly, gripping her hand and running it down his chest, sighing, not content with that slight touch. He wanted all of her. "I want you so much I could take you right here." He whispered his mouth against her ear, his breath hot on her throat.
"Mmm is that right?" She purred back in return, his hot breath on her ear sending shivers throughout her body along with that simmering warmth that would quickly erupt into an inferno before long. "I wasn't aware I affected you that much." The hand that was pressed to his chest slowly moved down, her nails digging it slightly as his head shot up, their eyes locking together. Only hers were darkened to a midnight blue, clouded over with sheer desire and ecstasy for him. "I want you to fuck me, Mark." She brought his lips down on hers hungrily, growling softly against his lips and felt him lift her up in his arms from the grass, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist, the kiss never breaking. Wherever he was taking her, Jetta didn't care as she trailed her lips and tongue down his jaw line to his neck, pressing herself against him.
He was taking her to his tent, which stood surrounded by the hundreds of other tents, not caring who saw or heard a damn thing. If anything, that made it all the better. If people wanted to listen, they'd be hearing Jetta's screams of pleasure as he took her to heights she never imagined possible. Mark set her down long enough to unzip the tent, pulling her against him, growling before claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. He coaxed her lips apart so he could explore every crevice, tasting her, the kiss almost bruising with intensity.
"You want me to fuck you?" He half snarled when he pulled away from her, staring down at her through the darkness. "I'll fuck you until the sun comes up, Jetta." He promised, almost forebodingly, pulling her into the tent.
That sounded like heaven on earth as she stood up, the tent huge, though that didn't surprise her. A man his size required the bigger things in life and she smirked at that thought. With her back to him, Jetta unlaced the top, letting the material fall to the ground, not wearing a bra underneath because of her tattoo.
"I do believe your words earlier were if I could handle you, yes?" When he growled, Jetta chuckled as she unsnapped her jeans and slid them down her legs, kicking them to the side. "I can handle anything you have to offer, Mark." She promised, winking at him over her shoulder, and moaned instantly when he pulled her harshly against him, her back pressed against his chest. "Mmm...So strong..."
She spun around and yanked him against her, bringing one leg up to run up and down his. Her mouth slightly parted, Jetta's chest rose and fell rapidly as she slid his vest off his shoulders and down his arms while he kicked his boots off. Raking her nails over his tattoos, Jetta's eyes darkened to near black.
"Mmm..." Mark caught her wrists in one massive hand, pinning them behind her back, forcing her chest to arch against him, his grip firm yet gentle, not wanting to hurt her. He all too easily could, he was strong and he knew it. "I hope you can, darlin'." He said, his soft laughter filling the tent. "Because if not...you'll be beggin' for rest before I'm even finished with you." Inclining his head, he tugged on her nipple with his lips, his free hand skimming up her ribs to her other breast, molding the firm flesh to his hand, groaning at how exquisite she felt. "Beautiful..."
Soft moans escaped her lips as Jetta wiggled her wrists, knowing right off the bat he loved being in control when it came to sex. She didn't mind that, especially from a god like him. His body was chiseled and hard as a rock, pure muscle. Her honey blonde hair flowed down her back in waves, reaching her ass at the angle he had her, her leg running up his jean covered leg.