by Ashley Jade
I ignored his crude statement and focused on the more important one.
Did he just call me his girlfriend? Jacob Sand, the epitome of walking sex—the most irresistible man in the entire world? I almost came right then and there.
I stared at him wide-eyed.
“You heard me correctly, Leah. Now, turn around so I can wash your back,” he ordered.
I did as I was told, I wanted his hands on every inch of my body.
His hand slowly made its way between my thighs. “Now, as my girlfriend. Can you please put yourself on the pill so I can feel all of you.”
I laughed, causing him to stop what he was doing.
“Something funny?” he questioned, not looking amused.
“I'm already on the pill. I just didn't tell you because you're a man slut, and I didn't want any diseases.” I arched a brow. “I am a doctor, you know."
He made a face. “I'll have you know, I am clean. I get tested every single month. Seeing as you're the only person I've been with lately—and plan to be with. I'll have the paperwork from my last checkup faxed over to you, Dr. Adams," he grunted, before he turned around and began washing himself.
I bit my lip to stop from laughing again. He sounded like he was two seconds away from having a temper tantrum.
We got out of the shower shortly after that.
Jacob sulked and sat on the bed. Seeing him so out of sorts tore at my heart strings. I'd never seen him so sensitive before. Was he really that offended I called him a slut?
“I'm sorry for calling you a slut—” I started.
“I'm not upset about the terminology,” he whispered. “I'm upset because I don't want my past to ruin things between us. I am, who I am, though. I’m a workaholic who loves sex. I'm an inappropriate dirty talker— and I'm the ultimate control freak. You deserve better than me, Leah— but I can't let you go. I don't want to let you go," he finished, looking at me and taking my breath away.
I walked over to the bed and stood in front of him. “I don't want you to let me go either, Jacob. I actually like all of those things about you. Well, if I’m being completely honest—the control freak in you annoys the crap out of me sometimes, but that's only because I'm such an uptight pain in the ass, or so I'm told."
He laughed. “You're my pain in the ass now.” He tossed my towel to the floor and pulled me on top of him.
“Fuck me like I know you want to, Jacob,” I taunted, before biting my lip.
“Fuck, Leah, you really know the way to my cock," he said before he plunged himself deep inside of me.
I rocked my hips over him and he pulled us into a sitting position as he continued slamming into me.
My walls clenched around his length and I screamed his name.
He lifted me up and bent me over the bed. “Your pussy's the best I've ever had—of that I am fucking certain.”
I rolled my eyes and giggled.
“Something funny, Dr. Adams?” he questioned, as he slid into me again, causing me to moan.
I arched my back and looked over my shoulder at him. “Nope. Not at all. Come on, show me what you got,” I teased.
He slapped my ass and looked at me with fire in his eyes. “Be careful what you say to a sex addict who's a control freak.”
He flipped me over and pinned my arms above my head. “Don't fucking move,” he commanded.
I laughed out loud again but stayed put. I watched as he opened the nightstand drawer and took out a pair of handcuffs—and a blindfold.
I don't know if that turned me on more, or if I should be running for the hills.
Who was I kidding? Of course, it turned me on more. He made quick work of handcuffing me to the bed and putting the blindfold on me.
“Now I can't see you, Jacob,” I whined. “I like being able to see you. Trust me, that's a big part of the appeal.”
He spread my legs. “I don’t want you to see. I want you to feel. I want you to feel every single thing I'm about to do to you. I'm always in control, Dr. Adams. And after this, you’ll remember that."
I expected him to enter me right then and there, but I only felt the tip of his shaft before he halted himself.
My impatience was quickly growing. “Um, Jacob. Trust me, I know there's a lot more to you than that.”
He rolled his palms over my nipples. “Yes, there is.”
I spread my legs wider for him. “Come on. I can't take it anymore.”
He trailed his finger down my stomach and flicked my clit as I whimpered in a combination of frustration and arousal.
But I knew his game now. “Fine. What do you want me to do?” I asked, my need for him reaching frightening levels.
“I don't want you to do anything, Leah. I just want you to feel. Feel the way my cock slides into you. Feel the way your come drips all over my balls as I make you scream my name. Feel the way I'm about to fucking own you and make you mine," his husky voice said as he inched himself inside me further.
Between his words and the feeling of his massive erection making its way inside me, I cried out in ecstasy.
That’s when he buried himself to the hilt and began thrusting savagely.
I cried out again when he brushed his hand along my clit and pinched, sending a throbbing jolt of both pleasure and pain through my body.
“Who owns this beautiful, tight pussy?” he growled.
When I stayed silent, his tongue circled my areola and he brought his thrusts to a standstill and pulled out.
“Stop teasing me,” I whimpered. I raised my hips, attempting to thrust myself into him.
He trailed his fingers along my inner thighs and outer lips, leaving me breathless. “Say it, Leah. Say it and I'll give you everything you want, baby.”
I fought against the handcuffs and he dipped the tip of his cock inside me, making my body pulse with such an intense need, I quivered.
My walls squeezed around his thickness, on the brink of climax, but he stalled again.
“Say it, baby.”
Shit, I already knew the truth. There was no point in hiding it anymore.
“You do. You own it. I'm all yours. Now please, make me come, Jacob,” I yelled.
He drove into me so hard, I shook. My clit pulsed as he continued to submerge himself inside me. Filling me, dominating me, claiming me—owning me.
I felt myself start to come undone when he reached between us and pinched my clit hard, sending me into a tailspin. “Now.”
With a single word I shuddered and clenched around him as my juices flowed and I screamed out his name.
“Leah,” he breathed as I felt his own eruption inside me.
Chapter 16
Three more rounds later, we lay intertwined around one another. Unable to move.
He kissed my neck.“I'm so happy I'm not a client of yours anymore.”
“That makes two of us,” I replied, rolling over onto my side.
“Thank you for giving me a chance,” I heard him whisper before he draped his arm around me and we fell asleep.
***
“Be careful, Leah. You're not safe!”
I woke up with a jolt. Jamie came to me in a dream.
She’d never appeared in my dreams before. I woke up screaming.
Beside me, Jacob turned on the light and pulled me into his arms. “Talk to me, Leah. Tell me what happened.”
“Jamie. She was warning me about something. She told me to be careful and said it's not safe. I've never dreamed about her before,” I whispered, trying to make sense of it all.
“You are safe. I will make sure of it.”
He softly rocked me against him and I fell asleep in his arms.
***
I woke up to the sound of my cell phone going off, but I was too late and missed it.
I was about to call whoever it was back when I noticed the time, 2:05pm.
Shit, I slept straight into the afternoon. I looked over and Jacob was nowhere to be found.
I quickly got up, took a shower, an
d changed.
I made my way out of the bathroom and Lillian’s voice greeted me. “Hello, dear. I'm sorry to disturb you. Jacob asked me to check on you. I can bring you lunch if you like?”
“Thank you, but you don't need to do that, Lillian. I appreciate it, though—” I started, before she cut me off.
“Nonsense, dear. This may be out of line and I hope you don't take it the wrong way, but you have obviously become a very important person to Mr. Sand. Therefore, you’re a very important person to me now. Just give me a few more moments and I will have lunch all ready for you," she said, before giving me a kind smile and leaving.
I sat down on the bed and picked up my cell phone. I looked up, and Jacob walked into the room then, with a tray of food.
The thought of him serving me, made me giggle.
He scowled and raised his eyebrow. “I'm glad you find me so amusing, Dr. Adams.”
“Me too. But hey—I thought you wanted to see me happy,” I teased as he set the tray up next to the bed.
“Hmm, good point. Now, take off your clothes.”
He took the top off the tray as I unbuttoned my shirt. That’s when I glanced over.
A fondue pot full of melted chocolate, and strawberries were waiting.
Now, it made perfect sense why Jacob wanted to serve me lunch. The thought of what he was going to do to me, made me instantly wet.
Impatient, he took off my pants in a hurry and spread my legs. Then, he drizzled chocolate up my thigh.
“Jacob, you're going to make a mess on the bed.”
“Lillian will take care of it. It's fine,” he said, before giving me a sexy smile.
I was about to protest again, when he slowly licked his way up my thigh and I gasped.
He dipped his head between my thighs and moved my panties to the side. “I can't wait for the main course.”
I shivered and closed my eyes in anticipation. “The things you do to me Jacob.”
“The things you do to me, Leah,” he said, before his tongue swept over my folds, and I arched my back against the headboard.
The knock on the bedroom door brought me out of my haze.
Jacob lifted his head. “I thought I said no interruptions,” he yelled sharply.
I was about to yell at him for being so rude, when I was cut off.
“I'm sorry, but it's an emergency. Trust me, you want to take this call. I'm having it transferred to your cell phone,” Lillian said through the other side of the door.
“We will pick this up right where we left off—later,” Jacob sighed, before reaching into his pocket for his cell phone.
I quickly put my pants back on and he answered his phone.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Mark?” he shouted. “How the fuck is that even possible? What the fuck do I pay you for! You were supposed to make sure this didn't fucking happen!"
He threw his cell phone across the room then, causing me to jump.
“Jacob, whatever it is, I'm sure it's really not all that bad.”
“It is. It's real fucking bad. Turn on the television,” he said, solemnly.
I reached for the remote, utterly baffled.
Until I turned on the news and saw my father, being led out of prison.
“Breaking news. Falsely accused child murderer and rapist, Luke Adams, has been exonerated. Stay tuned for the six o'clock news for all the details.”
Chapter 17
I shut off the television. I didn't need to hear any more. My stomach dropped and the room spun all around me.
I tried to stand up and gather my bearings.
I took a step forward and looked up at the ceiling.
All of the blood rushed from my head and I heard a big whoosh in my ears— right before I fell into darkness.
***
“Come on, baby. Wake up dammit!” Jacob shouted as I tried to open my eyes.
“For heaven's sake, give her some space, Mr. Sand,” I heard Lillian's voice say, before she put a cold washcloth on my head.
That did the trick. I opened my eyes and they both glared down at me.
“Are you okay, dear?” Lillian asked.
I nodded my head slowly.
I tried to sit up. “Thank you, Lillian. I'm okay now.”
Jacob put his arms around me. “Leah, relax and breathe, before you pass out again.”
I leaned into him. God, he smelled good. “How long was I out for?”
“About five minutes. You scared the shit out of me. Don't do it again,” he barked, before he planted a tender kiss on my forehead.
Lillian stood up and turned to face him. “She probably needs to eat something. I told you, chocolate and strawberries were not a suitable choice for lunch. She hasn't eaten all day. I'm going to whip her up something."
I bolted out of Jacob's arms. “No, Lillian. I'm fine, really. I actually need to be heading home now. I have to be the one to tell Danny first.”
I needed to think of a way to break the news to Danny.
“Dammit relax, Leah,” Jacob grumbled. “He's still at school and he still doesn't know yet. I've already texted him, everything is fine.”
I grabbed my cell. “But I need to talk to him and tell him.”
“I know. I'll go with you—if you want. I don't want you passing out again.”
I put my hand up to stop him from talking, so I could listen to my new voicemail. “Hello, Ms. Adams. This is Rich, Danny's coach. I'm just calling to see if he's okay. He never showed up to practice today and his teammates said he wasn't in school. Usually, he's good about giving me a call if he's going to be out sick. Didn't mean to disturb you, have a good afternoon."
I almost passed out again, I fell to the floor and began hyperventilating.
Dear god, please tell me this isn't fucking happening.
Jacob knelt down beside me. “Leah, what the fuck!”
“You sure it was Danny that you talked to before?” I questioned, through sobs.
“Yeah, of course. Here—look,” he said, pulling out his cell phone to show me the text message.
It was Danny's number. That made me feel better at least.
Maybe it was all a mistake? Either way, I needed to check on Danny.
I ran out of the room. “I have to go home. Danny's coach called. He didn't show up to school or practice today. Something's wrong. I have to go.”
Jacob chased after me. “Wait. Hold on.”
“No. I have to go,” I protested.
He put an arm around my waist, holding me in place. “Just let me make a phone call first. Then, I will go over there with you.”
He put his phone to his ear. “Mark. Get your team over to the house now!” he barked, before he hung up.
I didn't have time to think about what team he was referring to as I rushed into the passenger seat of Jacob's car.
Five minutes later we pulled up to my house. I saw a group of about three men wearing all black security uniforms standing there. They appeared to be waiting for our arrival.
“What is all this?” I asked, beyond confused at the moment.
“I'll explain everything later. Stay out here," Jacob said as he went into the house, the group of men following behind him.
I walked in after him. This was my house—my brother.
Jacob sighed. “Leah, I told you to stay back.”
I marched right past him and made my way upstairs to Danny's room.
I almost passed out again. It was a disaster.
A broken lamp lay shattered on the floor. His dresser was toppled over.
His baseball glove, along with his school bag laid in the corner of the room, completely untouched.
Danny didn't make it to school today. He was fucking kidnapped.
The last thought went through my mind on auto-play as I closed my eyes and let out a bone chilling scream; the realization of what happened hit me like a sucker punch straight to the throat.
My heart ripped apart and my soul felt like it had been singed. I
wouldn’t make it in this world without my brother, I needed him to come back to me.
Jacob scooped me up in his arms and headed down the stairs. “Okay, baby. It's okay.”
He turned toward the group of men. “Get up there now. Find him, or you are all fired!” The group of men hurried past us.
Everything happened in slow motion, as we drove back to his house.
Jacob carried me inside and Lillian greeted us. “Oh dear,” she said, as she smoothed my hair.
The mothering gesture brought the depths of my despair to the surface, and I sobbed violently.
Danny was my brother, but I raised him and loved him like he was my very own. And I failed, because he was gone.
I'd never cried so hard in my life—other than the day I found Jamie in the woods.
Who would do such a thing? Danny had no enemies, we lived in a relatively safe neighborhood.
I fought out of Jacob's arms and he let me down. I sunk to the floor, continuing to cry my heart out.
The overwhelming guilt washed over me. This was all my fault. Danny was my responsibility. The person I loved the most in this world.
I was supposed to take care of him, not go gallivanting around with Jacob.
I pounded my fists on the floor in a combination of rage, guilt, and fear. Jacob tried approaching me, but I pushed him away.
“Don't touch me, Jacob. This is all my fault. I knew better than to get involved with you. I fucking knew it. Now, the person I love more than anything is gone and he may never come back," I screamed, as the realization of my words hit home and I lost it all over again.
“This isn't your fault, Leah. Stop it!”
He tried holding me again, but I shoved him off. “I said don't fucking touch me.”
I sobbed and Lillian knelt down beside me, gathered me in her arms, and smoothed my hair as I cried on her shoulder.
“Give her some space, Jacob. Please,” she insisted.
With a heavy sigh, Jacob finally backed away and walked out of the room.
I sat on the floor and cried my heart out for hours and hours.
The sun had already gone down, by the time my body decided it had no more tears left to expel.
“There, there, dear. Jacob will find him,” Lillian said. “I promise you that. It will all be alright.”