by James, Jade
But just as she steeled herself against the knife pressing against her neck, a loud crashing sound filled the air and had her tensing even further. The sound of glass shattering. Had Jack come to rescue her? Could her prayers have been answered?
She opened her eyes just in time to see Patrick straighten from her. “Now don’t go anywhere. I’m nowhere near done with you.” He gave her a demented look before turning his gaze toward the doorway. She waited with bated breath to see who it was, hoping and praying it was someone coming to save her.
Patrick moved, now holding the weapon in front of him. He stopped at the entryway of her bedroom and looked down her hallway. Seconds ticked by before Patrick moved out of her sight. She tried once again to twist her wrists, hoping the ropes would slacken and she’d be able to ease her hands out. But she froze at the dark-clad figure that suddenly appeared in the doorway. Her heart seemed to freeze for a moment as she realized it was Jack. He had come for her.
Jack lifted his finger and pressed it against his lips, indicating she should remain silent. He walked quickly to her bed, whipped out a knife, and cut the bindings. “Are you okay?” He picked her up, then gently set her on her feet before putting the knife in its sheath.
She nodded but barely managed to keep it together. “I’m okay.” Her gaze followed his movements, and she gasped at the sight of the gun in his hand. “How’d you get in?” she whispered.
“The fire escape. Stay behind me, love, at all times.” He spared her a glance, his gaze seemingly taking in all of her.
She whispered, “Okay,” when all she really wanted to do was collapse against him.
But then her attention shifted completely to Patrick. He entered the bedroom, wielding the knife in front of him. “You think it was going to be so easy to have her. I will never give her up!”
Jack raised his arm and pointed the gun at his chest. “You made the mistake of going after the woman I care about. She’ll never be yours.”
“You can’t have her,” Patrick screamed. “As soon as they release me from jail, I’m coming after what’s mine.”
A cold chill settled over her bones. She started shaking, and she couldn’t control herself. Did that mean she’d be looking over her shoulder for the rest of her life?
Jack laughed, but it wasn’t a sound filled with glee. “You presume too much. I did call the cops, and they ordered me to remain outside. I never said you were going to jail. You won’t ever bother her again.”
Isabel peered around Jack. Everything inside her knew what Jack would do. Jack lifted his gun at him and aimed with deadly accuracy before firing. The sound of its discharge seemed to fill the room.
Isabel watched in horror as a hole appeared on Patrick’s forehead, before the back of his head seemed to explode. Blood splattered the white walls, his body crumpled, then collapsed on the floor with a loud thump.
John rushed into the room, along with Sean. “Thank God, Isabel. We thought we were too late.”
And that was when she erupted into tears. She cried for all the times she’d been afraid of her very own shadow. For the women Patrick admitted attacking, hoping that somehow they were still alive.
Chapter Eleven
Isabel gripped Jack’s hand tightly. It had been a week since the confrontation with Patrick. And she’d tried desperately to put it behind her. Jack continued to remain by her side, and she found herself falling more in love with him with each day that passed.
But they were in Officer Banks’s precinct in a conference room, awaiting the district attorney’s decision on whether to prosecute Jack for shooting Patrick. Her insides felt as if they were twisted into knots, and if it weren’t for Jack holding her still, she’d probably try to track down the district attorney.
Jack lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. “Stop worrying. This will work out, love. There is a significant amount of evidence against Patrick. The fact that he had you bound and was hurting you will be more than enough to rule it a justifiable homicide. And they’ve taken his DNA and linked him to two previous attacks. I have a strong suspicion all will be decided in our favor.”
She nodded. “I swear I keep telling myself everything is going to be okay. But I’m scared. I can’t lose you now.”
Jack bent his head and placed a quick kiss on her lips. “You’re not going to lose me. Not ever. I promise.”
Isabel opened her mouth to reply but turned at the sound of the door opening. Officer Banks entered the conference room and sat across from them.
Officer Banks placed a closed file on the desk. “I just got off the phone with the district attorney’s office. Even though you were ordered by the police to remain outside until they arrived, Jack, and you shot the suspect dead, they’ve decided not to prosecute. As you already know through your attorney, Patrick has been linked to two murders in the area. The evidence against him is overwhelming and should bring some sort of closure to the victims’ families.”
Isabel heaved a huge breath. It was truly over. “Thank you, Officer. We do appreciate all you’ve done, and please pass my condolences on to the families of the victims.”
He nodded. “I’m glad you’re safe. And it’ll remain in this room, but I personally think Jack did us all a favor by taking the piece of garbage out.”
“Then let it remain between us when I say I wish I could have done it sooner.” Jack rose to his feet, and Isabel followed. “Let’s go home.”
* * * *
Isabel remained in the doorway, a myriad of emotions washing over her as she stared nervously at the candles lighting their foyer. Memories of weeks before, when she’d filled out the application to Capture Inc., swamped her. It was easy to put two and two together. Jack, the very clever man, used the description she’d written in her fantasy so she’d be aware he was in their bedroom, waiting for her. And if he was using her exact fantasy submission, she knew he wouldn’t be alone. Her body started to tingle all over, and her clit began to throb in arousal.
She hadn’t expected this…had actually forgotten about it as she’d settled into her daily life with Jack. It had been weeks since the district attorney had dropped the charges, and it had been that very day Jack asked her to move in with him.
She’d said yes immediately, deep down knowing she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.
And now he blew her away even more by caring enough to give her the one thing she had ever asked of him—the ménage she had applied for, and it touched her to the core.
But a sliver of doubt suddenly settled within her. What if this threesome fell into the category of too much too soon? What if in the end this somehow destroyed their relationship? Something like this could wedge them apart, becoming an unmovable force. And if that happened, could she live with herself knowing she was the cause?
She closed her eyes for a second and inhaled deeply, hoping it would calm her nerves. She needed to think this out rationally. Jack was a confident man, and Isabel suspected he would never do anything he didn’t want to. And so she had every indication by the steps he’d taken to pursue this that he wanted this as much as she did. But after all they’d been through, was she making the right decision for herself; better yet, for them?
She swallowed, entered their home, and locked the door behind her. A threesome wasn’t as easy as she’d thought it would be. When she’d filled out the application, it was with the intention of capturing Jack’s attention. But she’d never expected they would have been through so much in such little time, and that it would affect her decision. Though it amazed her even through all of it, Jack remained at her side.
She walked up the stairs and stopped at the hallway to their bedroom. The door was halfway closed, and she pushed it fully open. Immediately Jack came into view, and she held her breath at the sight of him—barefoot and dressed in just jeans.
The desire in his gaze froze her, and for a second, it was only the two of them, even though in her peripheral vision, she saw another man standing in
the corner of their room. But at this moment, she couldn’t rip her gaze from Jack. A jolt of need speared through her body, and she fought the longing to run to him and beg him to take her.
She stepped inside as Jack walked over to her. “Are you sure about this?” She needed him to be 100 percent positive the threesome wasn’t something he’d have remorse over. She couldn’t bear the repercussions afterward if he wasn’t completely into the idea. He’d become one of the most important people in her life, and she didn’t want to live a future without him. “If we go through with this, I would never want any regrets.”
He reached for her hand and squeezed it before tugging her closer. “Giving you your ultimate fantasy, seeing you fly apart because your orgasm is so intense, watching you burn with desire—all of it in turn will give me great pleasure. I’m sure I’d like to give you your fantasy, but if you have doubts, Mason will leave. It will always be your choice.”
Her insecurities eased away as she heard the sureness in Jack’s tone, and yet her heart beat rapidly in nervousness. She threw a quick glance at Mason, who was still fully dressed. What woman wouldn’t want to be pleasured by these two hot men? “I trust you to know this won’t break us.” And that was at the core of her doubt.
He pulled her to him and wrapped an arm around her waist. “This will never break us. Nothing in this world or the next ever could.”
She melted against him, breathing a huge sigh of relief as tears threatened to erupt. She loved him completely. And because Isabel heard the love he had for her in his words, she stepped back from him and pulled off the sundress she’d been wearing. She stood in front of him, clad only in heels and a thong.
“You’re gorgeous,” Jack growled before he pressed his lips against hers, and she opened her mouth. She moaned as he sucked on her tongue, and could feel the hardness of his cock against her belly. Running her fingers though his hair, she pushed herself against him even harder. The kiss continued, and the fire of lust within her burned hotter and brighter.
His hands moved from her waist to the front of her, and then she felt the tug against her panties. Jack easily ripped off her thong. The possessive lure in that action made her cream, and she whimpered as she felt his hand on her cunt, swirling his fingers through her wetness. She wanted to beg him to make her come. But Jack pulled back and stripped his jeans off. “Get on the bed, Isabel.”
His gaze filled with such heat, and the fact that his cock was so hard had her moving fast. She hungered for him, wanted to feel his dick deep within her. She moved toward the bed but paused as she saw Mason already lying down.
Mason was an extremely attractive man. He wore his blond hair short on the bottom, but the top fell forward across his brow in waves. His eyes were a vivid blue, and his body was ripped with tight muscles. Isabel licked her lips, hungering for the threesome as Mason stroked his condom-covered cock up, then down. It was an erotic sight, one she would remember always. “Climb on top of him,” Jack whispered.
Isabel moved to the bed, climbed on, then straddled Mason. But before she could lower herself onto his cock, Jack grabbed her waist, then lifted her and moved her so that her knees straddled Mason’s head.
“Lower yourself now, love,” Jack murmured.
She did as he asked and raised her hands to the headboard for balance. Mason didn’t tease her. He went straight for her clit, swirling his tongue around and then flicking it back and forth. She moaned at the sensation of having him eat her while Jack watched. Her pussy was drenched, and every fiber within her seemed to throb with the need to come.
Jack positioned himself beside her and cupped her face, turning her toward him. He pressed his lips against hers, and as her mouth opened, Jack pulled away. “Keep her busy, Mason, while I prepare her.” Isabel whimpered, wanting more of him, a lot more.
Mason lifted her an inch and replied, “My pleasure.” He pushed her back on his mouth, and Isabel lost herself in her desire. She clenched her stomach as the need to come swirled through her, and just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to hold off her climax any longer, Jack picked her up once more and placed her on Mason’s waist.
“Not so soon, love,” Jack whispered into her ear.
She held back the need to beg him to let her come.
Then Mason positioned her on his cock, and Isabel moaned, her nails digging into Mason’s chest as he slowly pushed her down on his dick. He was large, similar to Jack in size, and she couldn’t wait to feel both of them inside her. The descent was slow and pure erotic torture, and when Mason was fully within her, her pussy clenched around his cock as she bent and placed her mouth alongside his. She slid her tongue against his, enjoying the taste of herself, but lifted when she felt Jack position himself behind her.
“Easy, love,” Jack murmured as he inserted lube into her. It squirted in cold but heated immediately. Jack pushed his finger in, stretching her. She closed her eyes, tossed her head back, and gyrated herself against Mason. Isabel gasped as she reached below and fingered her clit. She was already on the verge of climax. Need seemed to swirl in every pore of her being, but when a hand suddenly clutched her wrist, stopping her movement, Isabel snapped her eyes open.
“Not so fast,” Mason whispered heatedly. “Let’s wait for Jack to catch up.”
Then Jack inserted another finger into her, and she couldn’t wait any longer. “Jack, please.” The fullness she felt with just his digits had her wanting to cry with ecstasy, but she bit her lip instead, waiting.
“Slowly, love. I’m going in slowly,” Jack crooned as she sensed the head of his cock at the entrance of her backside. He pushed in leisurely, and Isabel held her breath at the slight pain and fullness assailing her at once. Her breath quickened and when his dick pushed past her sphincter, Isabel held back a scream as the pleasure and pain combined, washing over her.
She was grateful when Jack didn’t stop until he was all the way in. Both men stayed still, giving her as long as she needed to get accustomed to them. Moments later, she released her breath as the pinch of discomfort ebbed away. Isabel murmured, “Move, please.” A stretched fullness had her wanting them to push her boundaries and drive her desire higher.
Mason thrust his hips upward as Jack pushed in from behind. Each alternated their strokes as her breath came out in pants at the arousal rushing through her veins. It was something she’d never say yes to again, because for her there would only be Jack. But she’d be eternally grateful to him for allowing this pleasure to be experienced.
Mason moved his hands to her breasts, pulling at her distended nipples as Jack whispered into her ear, “I love you with every beat of my heart.”
His words coupled with the adrenaline swirling within brought tears to her eyes. But when both men quickened their plunges, Isabel ceased to think at all. Her sole concentration was on the fire threatening to erupt too soon. She felt both cocks separated by the thin wall of her pussy, and as they both brushed in unison against her, she swore she’d faint from the sensation alone. Mason reached her G-spot with the tip of his cock, and her cream spilled even more.
Isabel screamed at the burn of being dually penetrated, her hands clenching in the sheets as she bucked against Mason, while Jack tightened his hands at her hips.
“You are so fucking hot,” Jack growled as he entered her slowly, then retreated again. Mason followed Jack’s lead, and Isabel could only stare in wonder at how beautiful Mason was as she dug her nails into his chest. But it was Jack who held her heart, and it was his gaze she missed looking into as he fucked her. She was so wet, and she was ready to beg them to take her hard and furiously.
“Do you want more?” Jack murmured into her ear as his hands moved from her hips to her breasts. He tugged at her nipples, then pinched them. A bolt of lust shot through her at the sensation, and she swore she wouldn’t be able to hold back her orgasm for long.
“Yes!” She screamed her answer, the ecstasy of the threesome too much to hold within her. The need to come began in the pit of
her stomach as Mason thrust and rubbed her clit at the same time.
It was all too much and nowhere near what she had expected it would be. The feeling of being overfilled, the rubbing of both cocks inside her, stole her breath. Every muscle tightened in anticipation of her orgasm as her body rushed toward it.
They fucked her now with wild abandon, sweat slickening their flesh. The scent of their arousal filled the air, and still Jack asked her, “More, my love? I can give you more.” His voice was harsh as he slammed inside her again. She noted in his tone how close he was to exploding.
But it was Mason who erupted first as he lifted his hips upward and came with a hard, shuddering breath. His cock throbbed within her, and through all of it, he continued swirling his finger on her clit. The blend of pleasure and pain increased, wrapping around her as Jack moved even faster.
White-hot ecstasy seemed to burn within every fiber of her being as the tension building within her pussy erupted, causing her to scream Jack’s name. She bucked between them both, and felt Jack’s cock grow before he squeezed her hips tight, and he shattered. His cum filled her, the heat of it causing tremors in her body. The pleasure flowing through her veins weakened her, and she closed her eyes, allowing it to take her over entirely.
It was minutes later when she opened them and realized she must have passed out, because Mason was nowhere to be found. Jack lay next to her and watched her. It was an intimate moment, and she was glad Mason had the good sense to disappear, leaving them alone. This was where she wanted to be, right beside Jack for the rest of her life.
JACK WATCHED HER gorgeous eyes flutter open. His heartbeat seemed to escalate at the immense love he had for her and knowing she felt the same way. It hadn’t been an easy road for them, but ever since their first meeting at John and Ariel’s wedding, Jack had known she was the one. And since that very moment, he had pursued her with every intention of making her his. He was overjoyed she had agreed to move in with him.