by Alaska Jones
A pot clatters to the floor, and Jenna gapes at me, eyes popping out of her head.
“What the hell?!” she chokes out, blinking at me in shock.
I breathe out a bunch of swearwords, spinning on my heels to go lock the door so I can give myself a few seconds to calm down and not take it out on her. Needless to say, I fail.
“Why was the door open??” I bark out the moment I return to the kitchen.
“Oh my God, chill! We were out of coffee, so I found a spare key and went to the store. I just walked in, and my hands were full.” She stops me with a raised finger when I open my mouth. “And don’t even start, ’cause I wore a hood, glasses, and everything like you said before.”
My fingers dig into my hair as I stare at her, speechless. “You what?” I croak out at last, not believing my ears. “Where were you when I said that no one should see you around here? I just found out that Dwight knows where I’m staying! Do you not understand what will happen if he finds out you’re here? I leave the grid open one time, and look- ”
“I was careful, stop yelling! No one looked at me twice, trust me.” I shake my head at her words as anger boils in my veins. “You have no idea what it’s like to spend weeks locked in here! With everything that’s going on, I’m going crazy, Cage!”
“Who cares??” She flinches at my volume as I snap at her. “You’ll survive! What you won’t survive is them following you here, putting a bullet in my head, taking you with them, and staging your murder somewhere to lure out your fucking ex. Is that what you want?”
“N-no,” she stutters.
“I told you to leave, I told you I didn’t want you here, but you stayed!” Every word I say comes out as an accusation, a slap in her face. “The least you can do is listen when I tell you what to do, but you just have to disobey my every word, simply because you’re pissed at me! Well, guess what: now I can’t even send you away, because you’ll be dead before you leave the street!”
“It’s got nothing to do with me being pissed at you! Don’t make it about me being a stupid little girl. I screwed up, that’s all. I didn’t think it was that serious!”
“There’s a man watching us day and night, sleeping in his car, following me around – does that sound serious to you?”
“You should’ve told me that!” she yells back at me.
“Well, I didn’t think I needed to, because you were supposed to stay in!”
“You don’t owe me, to order me around, Cage! Just like you can’t decide my future for me, what I want and what I don’t want, where I wanna go and what I wanna do, that’s not up to you! When will you realize that??”
“So this is about you being pissed at me?”
She glowers up at me, eyes smoldering. “You know what…” She shoves me out of the way, only to stop a few steps away and turn back to me. “This is bullshit. All of it. Every word you said since last night. If you really wanted it, you’d turn the world upside down to make it happen. When it’s about work, you’ve got it all figured out. But with us, you’re just looking for excuses to stay miserable, because you don’t think you deserve anything better than this. I never once said I’d choose a big career over the man I love. I don’t give a damn where we go, as long as we stay together, and all you have to do is reach out and take it. Make a new plan. Find a way out. So the only question is, do you really want it, or are you just playing with me?” Her voice quiets as she looks at me with challenge, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
All I hear in my head are the four words she just said – the man I love.
Anger leaves my body as I breathe out. Closing the distance between us in two strides, I wrap my arms around her and lift her onto the table even as my lips crush hers, taking in all of her frustration. She melts into me, and her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, deeper than before. I swallow her quiet moan and draw back for a second to catch my breath. Her brilliant green eyes flutter open then and focus on mine.
“What are you doing? If you’re messing with me again, I swear…” I press my thumb to her lips, so seductively full, red, and open. Cupping her face in my palm, I lean closer, until our lips almost touch.
“I’m reaching out. And taking it.”
Chapter 26
Jenna
My breath hitches in my throat when his hands slide down to my butt and lift me up, and he claims my mouth again, carrying me down the hallway. Even with my legs wrapped around him and every inch of my body pressed against his hard, muscular torso, it doesn’t feel close enough. I groan, tasting his tongue in my mouth, and slip one hand under his shirt, where his smooth, hot skin is waiting to be touched and kissed and loved.
“If you want to take it easy, tell me now,” he growls in between the kisses.
I use the opportunity to catch my breath, teasing his lips with mine while I think over the answer, as if I don’t already know it. As if I haven’t seen it in my dreams.
“No,” I breathe out at last, grinding against his bulging crotch when the heat between my legs becomes unbearable. “I want it all.”
My back hits the bed, and Cage pins me down with his weight. If it was more than slightly uncomfortable when we fought before, now I crave it like oxygen, him and me as one. The only thing that’s spoiling it is all the clothes between us, so I grab the hem of his T-shirt and pull it up, savoring every inch of his bare skin with my eyes as he untangles himself from the stretchy fabric.
I know he saw the hungry way I licked my lips, because he pauses for a moment, letting me take it in while he does the same. I’m grateful it’s daytime, and I can see what I’m doing the first time I get to touch him the way I want to. My panties get wetter by the second as I raise my hand and slide it up the hard ridges of his stomach, to his chest, neck, and into his hair.
“My turn,” I whisper, sitting up. Even so, my lips only reach up to his Adam’s apple, so that’s where I start a trail of kisses as his hands roll my T-shirt up my sides.
Goosebumps cover my skin, and I shiver as he pulls the shirt over my head. His eyes are distractingly serious, almost observant, but I can glimpse fire just under the surface, as if he’s deliberately keeping it at bay just long enough to see everything he wants to see before we lose ourselves between the sheets.
Moving painfully slowly, he reaches up to remove the band that holds my hair in a bun, and a shudder of pleasure ripples through me when his fingers rake through my hair and down my spine. If we go on like this, I’ll come undone before he even enters me.
His warm palm wraps around my waist, making me arch my back so he can plant a scorching kiss on my neck, then pull at my skin with his teeth before lowering to my breasts and the lacy white bra.
My nipples stick out through the flimsy fabric, hard as a rock, and when Cage’s thumb pushes the lace down and teases one of them with a light touch, my head falls back with a moan. I don’t even try to hold it back when his hot lips close around the swollen bud, sucking it in, and I feel his fingers dig into my back convulsively. In a second, the bra is unfastened and falling to the bed, and Cage’s lips are on mine, firm and desperate for more.
“Are you on the pill?” His warm breath moves from my chin to my ear, and a growl rumbles in his chest as his teeth pull ever so slightly at my earlobe, making me swallow a whimper.
“Yes.” My hand travels the length of his spine and shoulder and rests on his stubbly cheek. I look up into his eyes – hungry, deadly, black with the dilated pupils that have swallowed up the gray in them. “I trust you,” I whisper.
“Good,” he grunts. I miss the moment he unties my shorts, and gasp in surprise when his fingers slip into me. “You’ll need to trust me tonight,” his voice pulls me out of the ecstasy that’s overtaken my brain, and I blink, trying to remember what we were talking about.
“Tonight?” I glance at the sunlit window, confused, as his shoulders lift and fall under my hands.
“Today…” he corrects himself, leaning down to take my other ni
pple into his mouth, so I shut up, breathless. His fingers keep moving in and out of my slick pussy, slowly, torturously. “Tonight… Tomorrow…”
I smile at the thought that this is only one time of the many that are waiting for us, and Cage plants a light kiss on the corner of my lips as he lowers me onto the pillow. Anticipation shoots through me when he sits back on his heels and pulls my shorts down to my knees, then moves to the side to pull them all the way down.
His eyes are locked on mine as he rises to his knees to unzip his jeans, and even his sculpted torso can’t hold my attention anymore. My eyes lower to his hips, and I have to remind myself to keep my jaw shut when he sees me staring and pulls his boxers down along with his jeans. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any wetter, the sight of his long, thick cock brings another wave of heat that surges through me like electricity.
Once his clothes are off, he lies down by my side and brushes my hair out of my face with a gentle touch, sucking my tongue into his mouth. Carried away by the passionate kiss, I barely feel it when his finger hooks through my panties and takes them off, and so my sudden nakedness causes another flash of worried anticipation. With Cage, it’s like the first time all over again.
I open my eyes when his lips disappear suddenly, and I see him kiss my inner thigh.
“No-no!” the words come out on a gasp. “I can’t.” I shake my head when he looks up, eyebrows raised. “I can’t hold it much longer. I want you inside me when I come.”
His eyes darken, glazing over, and I marvel again at just how dangerously beautiful he can be. “Oh, you shouldn’t have said that…”
I raise an eyebrow as he moves back up, while my hands slide over his shoulders and arms, memorizing every ridge. He props himself up on his right elbow, wrapping his injured arm around my body, so that his hand cups my butt. When I look into his eyes, all I see is burning lust, and the collected, careful Cage is gone.
“Tell me to stop if I hurt you, baby,” he breathes into my ear.
I open my mouth to reply, but all that comes out is a strangled cry of pleasure as he stretches me to my limits in one powerful thrust.
Before I can catch my breath, he pulls out and slams into me again and again, until I’m writhing under him, mirroring his rhythm. I can feel every inch of him as he fills me, pushing me to the edge with each move. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I pull him closer and throw my head back as he presses his lips to my neck.
Another cry escapes my mouth when he thrusts harder, but he doesn’t slow down, driving me over the edge even as I dig my nails into his back in ecstasy. His lips claim mine when I groan his name, shuddering as his throbbing cock thrusts into my very core one more time before slowing down.
“That’s the only name you’ll be screaming as you come for the rest of your life,” he whispers in my ear, still not stopping.
When his mouth falls on my neck in a hungry, bruising kiss, I let out a moan and grab the sheets just to stay grounded as I ride another wave of pleasure mixed with pain. His thumb presses to my lips, studying their shape, and I guess he doesn’t expect a reply, because I wouldn’t be able to say anything coherent for a long time anyway. The only thought that lingers in my head is that he still hasn’t stopped, and I don’t think he plans to.
My pussy clenches as he pulls out to the tip and enters me again, slowly stretching my tight, orgasm-shaken muscles.
“Do you want a break?” I open my eyes to find him kneeling between my legs. I shake my head a no, wondering if whatever he’s going to do can feel better than what we just did. “Good, ’cause I don’t take breaks.” He gives me a dirty smirk when I can’t even roll my eyes properly at his cocky remark, too busy trying to restore my breath.
As if there was a point.
I gasp when his hands wrap around my butt, and his hot tongue slips into my pussy, sliding all the way up before going back down again. Every cell in my body starts pulsing with pleasure again, and I arch my back, asking for more. Everywhere his fingers touch me, small flashes of heat warm my skin. And when his tongue hits my sweet spot, I fall back on the pillow with a hoarse moan.
He teases my clit with one more hot kiss before moving up to my stomach, and I breathe out, relieved that he gave me a moment to gather my wits.
His mouth explores my body, kissing and biting and tasting every inch of my skin, circling my nipples, and sucking on my neck again until I groan in pain, only to pant with pleasure as he presses his body to mine again, hot, heavy, irresistibly sexy.
“Does it hurt?” his voice rumbles close to my ear as he kisses the bruised skin over my collarbone and blows a cooling breath on it.
“Yes,” I breathe out, reveling in the feeling of his smooth skin and corded muscles under my fingers as I explore his broad back with my hands.
“Good.” I hear the smile in his voice. “Because my back is on fire.”
My eyes flutter open, darting to my hand and the blood on my fingertips. “Oh God…” I gasp.
“Shh…” he silences me with a kiss, and I lose my train of thought. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Why are you punishing me then?”
His eyes glow as he looks at me, and I smile. “I’m not,” he murmurs, making me arch my back as his hand slips underneath me. “It’s just not enough. I could fuck you until you can’t walk, and it still wouldn’t be enough…” He dips his head to my neck, only to grin and plant a loving kiss on my lips instead when I try to pull away.
Before I can get too attached to his lips, he flips me onto my stomach and slips a small pillow under my hips. I hold my breath as he pushes my legs apart and presses down on me, holding me captive. My core throbs when his cock presses to my butt. Nuzzling the back of my neck, he adjusts himself against my soaking entrance, and my heart skips a beat when he pushes into me.
This time, he goes slowly, which makes it a different kind of torture.
My muscles flex around him as he pushes deeper and deeper inside me, and I melt from the tingling sensation that spreads through my body. But before I can get used to it, he pulls out and pounds hard into me, so that I let out a strangled scream. His right hand covers my mouth so I don’t have to hold it back, while the left one grabs my shoulder to hold me in place when he rams into me with a grunt.
“If it’s too much,” he pants in my ear, lifting his hand off my mouth, “Just tell me to stop.”
I shake my head a no, moaning into his palm as pleasure races through my body, taking me higher and higher. His breaths set a maddening rhythm to our movements, and despite feeling like I’m about to burst, I find myself moving with him, thrusting my butt back for more.
He lets go of my shoulder and grips the sheets, knuckles white, as he quickens his moves. His ragged groans are the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, and this alone could take me over the edge. But it’s the sound of him coming that does the job, right after I suck his thumb into my mouth, because he was right, it’s not enough to just feel him fill me there.
I don’t hold back my scream as I shudder in his arms, riding out a wave of such intense pleasure, I forget how to breathe. He tenses against me, his body hot and trembling. It’s the moment when we’re finally one, and a shiver shoots from the top of my spine to my toes, before I collapse onto the sheets, completely spent.
“Don’t tell me that’s all you got…” he says into my ear, stretching on top and slightly to the side of me.
The corner of my lips rises in a smile, as if he can see me. I know he’s joking, because he can barely move himself. At the very least, I got about ten minutes to rest.
“I could do this all day,” I parry and yelp when he pinches my butt. Turning to look at him over my shoulder, I arch an eyebrow and ask, “By the way, do you have anything in your silver case for that kind of bruise?”
His smile is almost modest, and I swallow a giggle.
“No, but I have this.” His hand slides down my stomach, his warm fingers barely touching the swollen bud between my legs.
I close my eyes for a second, surprised that my body can still respond to his touch with a flash of pleasure. He keeps teasing me, and when I force my eyes open, his look is one of fascination. It’s silly that I can feel shy after what we just did, but his staring is too much, so I turn away.
“No.” He rolls me onto my back with his other hand. “I want to watch you. Then, we can go again.”
I don’t know if he’s joking, but I squeeze my eyes shut so he wouldn’t see the fear in them. He can’t be serious, the thought comes and goes, as I’m already getting lost in the warm, sweet sensation between my legs.
“Could you at least cover me with the blanket?” I murmur, mildly annoyed at him getting all bossy again.
“Nope.”
I sigh and close my eyes, then draw a hissing breath as the first tingle shoots from my pussy and down to my toes. He kisses my bottom lip, and I suck hungrily, until his tongue is in my mouth. With one hand tangled in his hair, I keep kissing him while his fingers move faster and faster on my swollen pussy. The movements of his tongue mirror the rhythm of his fingers, which grows faster together with my breathing.
He breaks the kiss, only to lower to my aching nipple, and my head falls back the moment his firm lips suck it into his mouth. My whole body trembles from a slow-building, powerful orgasm that comes in waves, and it takes me a whole minute to stop shaking and relax.
I open one eye, finding Cage watching me with an absent smile. “You’re gorgeous when you come.” I reach up to press my lips to his, ignoring the way his stubble scratches my jaw. “You should get some rest.” My eyebrows rise when he rolls me back onto my side and pulls the blanket over us, spooning me. “I need you to be able to stand tomorrow.”
“Why?” I breathe out, sleepy from exhaustion. His warmth makes it easy to slip right into a blissful doze.
He breathes against my ear, leaning close to make sure I hear him. “Because I’m going to fuck you in the shower until you pass out.”