Ravage and Surrender

by Cali MacKay

  By the time she managed to pull away, her breathing was heavy, and every nerve in her body was desperate for more. She was still making up for lost time, and a sex life that had been nonexistent for far too long.

  He was asking for her trust—asking for a leap of faith. And she had to take it, knowing she’d live to regret it if she didn’t. “I believe you, Jake. And I’m willing to give this another try if you are.”

  “I’d like nothing more, little red.”

  ***

  Come morning, the sun was shining off the snow in a brilliance of sparkling light, and after spending the night in Jake’s arms, the day felt full of possibilities. And that was exactly the feeling she needed to hold onto if she had any hope of staying positive as they continued their search for Will.

  The roads had been cleared, and with Jake at the wheel, they were making good time. Having left first thing in the morning, she knew they’d be back early enough to have a full day of searching ahead of them. Not that she knew where else to look. “Maybe the police uncovered more clues—or even better, maybe Will’s finally shown up.”

  Not that Will had called her, despite all the messages she’d left him.

  “I hope so, love. I know you’ve been worried sick over him.” Jake glanced in her direction before returning his attention to the road, taking her hand in his and giving it a squeeze. “I’m just happy to see you’re looking more positive about things. It’s been killing me to see you so upset and to know there’s nothing I can do to make things better for you.”

  “Are you kidding?” Hannah shook her head in disbelief. How could he think he hadn’t made this easier on her? “You’ve been amazing, Jake. Not only did you drop everything to help me find Will, but you’ve made me happier than I’ve been in years.”

  Her marriage may have only just ended, but it felt like it’d been sliding into darkness for a hell of a lot longer. And now? The heavy weight around her heart had finally been lifted.

  “I’m just glad I can be there for you, Hannah. Because you’re all that matters, love. You’re my everything, and I want nothing but to make you happy. I know you’ve been through a rough few years, but whatever you were going through, however Will made you feel, it’s over now. I swear I’ll do all I can to make things right between us. And now that you’re mine, I’m never fucking letting you go. Do you hear me?” The intensity and conviction in his voice left no doubt in her mind that he meant every word, and with that, whatever worries she may have had about pursuing something with Jake evaporated in a breath of relief.

  With her heart racing and aching with the love she felt for Jake, she leaned over and kissed his cheek, lingering for a moment more with his body hard and warm against her chest. “I love you, Jake. I think I have for a long time.”

  “And I never stopped, little red. I only ever wanted what was best for you, and I was hoping Will, of all people, would have been the one to treat you right. I get that you’re worried about him—and I am, too—but I swear, if we find him, I’m liable to put my fist through his face for treating you the way he did.” Reaching over, he cupped her neck and brushed her cheek with his thumb, tossing her a glance before returning his eyes to the road. “It fucking kills me to think that he made you feel unworthy and unwanted. He was nothing but a goddamned fool.”

  “Please…don’t, Jake. I don’t want to dwell on the past. Not anymore. I want what’s between us to have a shot, and that means moving forward.” Which was why she needed to find Will. Until this mess got sorted, she wouldn’t be able to start fresh with Jake.

  “As long as you’re moving forward with me at your side. And if you need me to distract you from everything, you know I’m more than happy to oblige you.” His large hand slowly slipped up her thigh, the warmth of it felt through the thin fabric of her leggings, making her breath catch as he neared her sex, her hips shifting as if of their own volition.

  “Jake…” It was a halfhearted attempt at a protest, and they both knew it. Because the truth was she desperately wanted him, even if she still felt guilty about it.

  “I love it when you say my name like that—and I like it even more when you’re screaming it.” Jake’s fingers pressed against her clit, her leggings and lace panties the only thing between her and his touch. “Slip them off, Hannah. I want easy access to that sweet cunt of yours.”

  She groaned, knowing just how wet he’d find her, especially after using that c-word in a way that was so fucking hot. And the command in his voice…she’d kneel at his feet if he asked it of her using that deep velvety voice of his. So she did as he asked, lifting her hips up out of the seat so she could shimmy her leggings down past her hips, hooking her lacy boy briefs along for the ride and kicking off her shearling boots so she could discard her clothing.

  “That’s a good girl.” He tossed her a mischievous look that lit up his eyes like the sun was setting behind them.

  If he’d wanted to distract her from her worries, then he was doing a damn fine job of it. His hand slipped up her thigh, her legs falling to the side to give him easy access, his fingers slipping against her clit only enough to tease her and make her squirm, making her desperate for more.

  Her hips tilted against his hand—when he pulled it away. “Jake…”

  His lips kicked up in a sultry smile, making her clit throb and ache with need, his absence too greatly felt. “Maybe you should take over so I can focus on the road. Wouldn’t want to get into an accident.”

  “No…you can’t do that to me—and I don’t even quite understand how you got me to this state of undress.” Yet, the way Jake made her feel—like she was beautiful, like she was a sexual creature who deserved to be desired—had her thinking that she’d do just about anything to ride the high he gave her from simply wanting her. And so she was now contemplating getting herself off, half naked in his car as he divided his attention between watching her and driving them home.

  “I don’t quite understand it either, little red. And yet there you are, ready to stroke your clit and finger your pussy.” His fingers slipped against her slit once more, dipping in just enough to find the proof he was likely looking for. “See? You’re so fucking wet at the mere thought of obeying me. Now do it, sweetheart…come for me…let me watch you pleasure yourself, all while you imagine me taking you again.”

  She wanted to curse him and tell him he was mistaken, and yet she couldn’t when it was nothing but the truth.

  He covered her hand with his and slipped them down between her legs, pushing her fingers past her slick lips and working them over her swollen clit and deep inside her. Her head fell back against the seat as her hips rocked against her hand and her pace quickened, his hand now gone, though in her mind’s eye, he was still the one who was touching her, stroking her, finger fucking her.

  And when he spoke, his voice was like velvet as he urged her on. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Hannah…and you have me so turned on, I’m going to ravage you the first moment I can. I’m going to make you come so hard, you won’t be capable of anything but screaming my name and then I’m going to keep fucking you until your knees are so weak, you can’t even stand. I want you to crave my touch, little red.”

  “I already do…” She was already so close, and his words only added to her need, her pace quickening as her fingers dipped deep inside her, curling against that soft spot deep inside her, as her hips pressed against her palm, adding pressure and friction against her clit. The energy was building deep inside her, as he continued telling her what he was going to do to her, how he was going to fuck her, take her every way he could think of, until she felt him in the marrow of his bones. That he’d make sure she knew how it’d feel to be so completely loved and needed by another, that every part of her body and soul would know his touch, his love, and just how much he needed her.

  It was more than she could handle, his words pushing her off that knife’s edge so she cried out, her body quivering as her orgasm crashed over her like a summer storm, his name on
her lips, and her fingers still deep inside her.

  “Sweet, sweet girl…” Jake gently brushed the hair from her face as she tried to slow her breathing. “I can’t remember ever seeing anything more erotic than you getting yourself off just now. You have me so fucking hard.”

  Unable to resist, and not quite sure when she’d gotten so bold, she slipped her wet fingers over his lips, letting him suck them clean before she reached down and stroked his cock, hard and huge as it strained against his jeans. She wanted more of him, desperate to make up for the years that they were apart, especially when she missed having this sort of sexual connection with another person. It reminded her of what she’d been missing out on for far too long.

  And maybe Jake was right…maybe he could make her happy once more. Maybe he could erase the hurt she carried in her heart.

  She tugged at his jeans and got the button undone, before pulling the zipper down and freeing his cock from the fabric it was trapped under. And fucking hell, he was always so magnificent…long and thick, with the slightest curve, as if designed to hit her G-spot, and a bulging vein that snaked along his length to feed the beast. “It always was pretty damn impressive, Jake—and now is no different.”

  She just couldn’t help herself. Wrapping her fingers around his generous girth, she stroked him, squeezing and twisting her hand as she worked her way up and down his long shaft, loving that she could make his breath catch. But she wanted more.

  Moving her seatbelt out of the way, she shifted around and leaned over, still stroking him as she ran her tongue up his length and along the slit of his cock, his salty taste on her tongue urging her on and making her want more. It’d been so long…practically a year and a half since she’d had any sort of sex that didn’t require batteries. Was it any wonder why he could talk her into getting naked at the drop of a hat?

  Slipping her hand up and down his shaft, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked him, flicking him with her tongue as she took more with each pass, doing her best to take all of him. When he groaned and buried his hand in her hair, thrusting up into her mouth, she couldn’t help but quicken her pace and take him deeper, moaning against his shaft, sucking him, teasing him, until she knew he was close.

  “Fuck, Hannah…that’s so good…so fucking good…” His fingers tightened in her hair as he fucked her mouth, and she loved that his voice was deep and ragged with need, loved that she could have that sort of effect on him—that he wanted her—all while he watched her take him, dividing his attention between her and the road. “I’m going to come, Hannah…fuck…”

  She could have pulled away if she wanted to, but she wanted him so badly, wanted everything he had to give her. And then he was coming with a grunt, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he shot his hot cum down her throat and she greedily swallowed it, finally pulling free of him so she could lick him clean and tuck him back into his jeans.

  “Hannah…you didn’t have to blow me, but…that was fucking amazing.” He scooped the back of her neck and pulled her to him for a lingering kiss.

  “You make it sound like I was doing it out of obligation, when the truth is…I wanted to. I liked it, Jake.” Feeling content, and happier than she’d been in a long time, she rested her head against his shoulder as he put an arm around her, holding her to him as he continued driving down the highway.

  And with Jake at her side, wrapped in the secure comfort of his strong arms, she suddenly felt like everything would be okay.

  Chapter Eight

  After a quick phone call from Detective Lambert asking them to come in, Jake sat by Hannah’s side while they listened to Detective Lambert go over some new information that they were able to extract off one of Will’s computers. “Did you know your husband had two other aliases he was going under?”

  “What?” Hannah shook her head no, her freckles standing out against her skin as she blanched in shock. “No. Are you sure? I’m sorry, but that’s really not like him at all. He’s not a secretive guy. There’s no reason for him to be. He wouldn’t need aliases—not for the sort of life he led.”

  “The names Mark Adams and Karl Linden don’t mean anything to you?” Langdon’s eyes held Hannah’s as if he were some sort of human lie-detector, looking at every little nuance in her facial expression to determine if she was telling him the truth.

  “No. I’ve never heard of either name.” The strain in her voice was killing Jake, and it was all he could do to resist the urge to pull her into his arms and comfort her. “What was he doing with the aliases?”

  “I’m afraid we’re not at liberty to discuss that information at this moment.” Lambert let out a sigh, and flipped closed the folder with Will’s information. “I know this can’t be easy on you, but I need to ask you a few more questions. You said you separated approximately six months ago, is that correct?” When she nodded, he continued. “I need to know why.”

  Jake’s anger simmered through his veins, knowing how painful the end of her relationship with Will had been, leaving him desperate to protect her from that hurt. “Is that really necessary, given how personal a matter it is?”

  Hannah put a hand on his arm as if to thank him, but also to let him know that it was okay. Unable to resist, he covered her hand with hers, hoping it’d offer her some comfort to know she wasn’t alone in this. “We grew apart and wanted different things, like children.”

  Jake had always wanted a family, and yet it hadn’t really been on his radar since he’d done little but drift from one woman to the next. Hell, other than Hannah, he hadn’t even dated anyone longer than a month or two, so settling down and starting a family was the last thing on his mind. But he knew it was something Hannah wanted, and now that he had her back in his life, settling down suddenly seemed a lot less distant. He hadn’t given marriage and children a whole lot of thought, but if it was with Hannah, then he wanted it all.

  Lambert looked to their hands, but continued with his questions. “So it is possible that he got involved in something in the last six months that you may not be aware of.”

  “Yeah, I suppose so, except that it’s not like Will.” Hannah shifted her gaze from Lambert to him, as if pleading with them to believe her. “Unless it had something to do with work. Do you think that could be it?”

  “We’ll see if we can figure out who he was working for, though it’d be highly unusual for him to use an alias if his work was legitimate.” Lambert got to his feet, essentially calling the interview to an end. “I’m sorry you have to go through this. Again, if you think of anything or if he contacts you, please give me a call.”

  By the time they got to his car, Jake could feel her frustration pouring off her in waves. “Hannah, I’m sure there’s a logical explanation.” Though he was damned if he knew what it was.

  “You know what? I don’t care at this point, since I clearly didn’t know him one bit.” And yet the hurt in her voice, the tears shimmering in her eyes, told a different story.

  Jake grabbed her hand and pulled her to a stop, cupping her face in his hand and brushing his thumb across her cheek. “You know you don’t mean that, love. You’re hurt—and with just cause. But we will get to the bottom of this, if for no other reason than to give you some closure so you can move on with your life. And I’ll be right there with you, Hannah. I’ve got you—and I’m not going to let you get hurt again.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut for a long moment before opening them, though the pain he saw there had him wanting to murder Will. “Can you take me home? Please?”

  “Yeah, love. Of course.” Jake didn’t know what the hell Will had gotten himself into, but it was becoming clear that the person they thought they knew may not have existed. Either that or Will had changed drastically since Hannah moved out.

  Pulling out of the police station, Jake headed towards Hannah’s home as he continued to mull things over. Six months wasn’t a whole lot of time for someone to change so much about themselves and the life they were leading, which left
him wondering if some of the distance Will had been putting between him and Hannah had been more than just his lack of interest.

  Problem was, the only one who currently had all the answers was Will—and he was still missing.

  The Rykers… Though the cops were trying to find Will—he hoped—their resources and interest in the matter were limited, since they were still dealing with other cases, and technically, no crime had been committed.

  Yet, Gabe’s fiancée, Hadley, had her own security firm, and Michael, the senior Ryker, worked for the FBI. If Jake could enlist their help, then they may very well be able to give Hannah more answers and even find Will, if they got lucky.

  Back at Hannah’s, Jake followed her into the house, hoping she’d agree to let him call Hadley and Michael for help. “I have a few friends who might be able to help us track Will down. It’s probably still a long shot, but it could be worth a try. What do you think?”

  “It can’t hurt. Because at this point, I need to find him. I need to know what the hell’s going on.” She wrapped her arms around herself as if suddenly chilled. “I feel like I don’t even know the man I was married to.”

  “I’ll make the call. See if they have time to meet with us today. Because it’s killing me to see you hurting, Hannah. I need to make it stop.” And he needed to have a fresh start with her, but that wasn’t going to happen if they didn’t know whether Will was alive or dead.

  He called Gabe and was relieved to hear that Hadley could meet with them close to dinner time and then from there, they’d hopefully be able to meet up with Gabe’s father, Michael. “It’s an hour and a half to Portmore, though we’ll still have a few hours to kill. If you want, we can head there now, and hang out at my place until it’s time to go, since she said she might be able to meet with us a bit earlier, if she managed to wrap up ahead of schedule.”