Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 109086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Oh, god.
Also, he wasn’t answering my question.
I drew in some air, and my chest rose against his.
He felt so good there.
His power, his strength, that I knew he would and could kill, that he was here. A part of me relaxed, knowing I was safe, and I hated registering that part of me. Because I had to admit that the same part of me had been on edge, knowing I was away from him, fearing for my life and my family’s.
I was in such trouble.
I half muttered, freaking out more that a part of me trusted him, “And if you’re not available?”
His hand tightened on me as he leaned down until there was an inch separating our lips. He drawled, “If you can’t run. If you can’t scream. If I’m not available, and you have to open that door, you get a gun. You hear me?”
My heart skipped a beat.
He was against me, every inch of him.
I felt a bulge between my legs, and my body was remembering the last time we’d been in the same room. The feel of his fingers pumping inside of me, and the need to feel the rest of him filling me up.
Arousal began spreading through me, making my breathing grow more shallow. My pulse sped up. My mouth started salivating.
“Gun,” I croaked. “Got it.”
I eyed him, tension edging in.
He saw the switch and angled his head back so he could see me better. His mouth went flat. “What?”
Another part of me twisted because if my body was already trusting that it was him, that he made me feel safe, then that meant the kidnapping had been what he actually said. I was still muddled up, but I whispered, “You really did kidnap me for my safety, didn’t you?”
His eyes and mouth immediately softened. He brushed a hand over my forehead in a gentle graze. “Yeah, babe.”
Babe.
My heart fluttered. That felt right.
Oh, boy. I was in so much trouble here.
“You were hoping you’d imagined the whole thing?”
The final ring of truth from him was the final nail in my coffin. God. It was all true. Tears immediately came to my eyes, with terror swiftly behind them. Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, gooooood. My family. I had called my cousin. My aunts. They were all here and so was I.
“Hey, hey.” Jake pulled me away from the wall, going to the bed, and he tugged me onto his lap. “Hey.” He caught my face, tilting up my chin so I was looking directly at him. He said, firmly, “Stop.”
I did. I stopped thinking. I stopped feeling.
In that break, he cupped both sides of my face, his thumbs rubbing under my ears on my neck. “I fucked up here. I’m sorry I took you in the way I did in the first place, and I’m sorry for locking you in the room. I—that’s on me.”
I closed my eyes, my heart squeezing. Jesus. It was all true. Resting my head against his, I breathed out, in a whimper, “My family is here. They’re like moms to me. I just met Graham, and he’s the sweetest. Oliver too.”
His hand moved to my leg, and he pulled me tighter against him, making me brush over his bulge. His hand tightened on my leg, but he said in a low voice back, “I know. I won’t let anything happen to them.”
I wanted to believe him. I did, but the truth was more terrifying than the other option that he was just a regular run-of-the-mill kidnapper. “You can’t promise that.”
He tilted his head back, so I raised mine.
We shared a look.
His eyes flashed. A momentary glimpse of regret showed before they softened again. He moved me over his bulge again. “I’ll fucking try my best. How does that sound, my little lunatic?”
I really liked hearing that, and he grinned at me, lazily, as he felt my body’s reaction.
He drawled once more, “You like that name, huh?” His eyes grew determined and his head began to bend down to mine. “Is it the name Lunatic or that I called you my little lunatic? Which one was it?” He spread his hand on my neck, his thumb resting over my carotid.
I began panting, my hips rolling over him, pressing down over his dick. “It was the last.” I grinned, peeking at him from underneath heavy eyelids. “Though, I liked when you called me Lunatic too.”
He grunted, his gaze becoming molten, but he continued to guide me over him.
Back and forth.
I shifted on his lap, straddling him, and I began pressing down at the same time.
He was starting to breathe hard, and groaned. “Fuck. This isn’t a good idea.”
I looked at him, waiting to see what was going to happen next because he was back with me, and his hands were on me, and my pussy was throbbing, and while I hated how he left me the last time, a deep part of me was choosing to bring that battle up later.