Blake, Abby - Stolen [Altered Destinies 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

She sat back on her heels, a satisfied smile on her face as he leaned forward to rub his seed into her skin, a primitive, possessive emotion filling him as he looked at his woman covered in his cum.

As she tried to stand, he pulled her over his lap, straddling his legs. Quickly he sank his fingers into her pussy, his thumb finding her clit. She writhed as he pinned her against him, held her still, and pushed her into sensual overload, her body convulsing over him, sucking his fingers deeper into her warm flesh.

“Wow,” she said, gasping for breath and trying to swallow.

He grinned pressing his forehead against hers.

Cody’s laugh echoed from the doorway. “Turns out the kitchen
is not
far enough away. I suggest you two get out of the shower or we’re never going to get to eat.”

Bec smiled at him as she stood and turned her face into the spray of water. Jason couldn’t resist touching her gorgeous ass as she twisted and bobbed in front of him, quickly washing away the sticky evidence of their love play.

She grinned and swatted his hands as she tried to step out of the shower, but he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her very thoroughly. He wanted to say the words he felt in his heart, wanted to declare his growing love for this woman and his deep satisfaction with this relationship, but he didn’t want to make her feel trapped. He knew he had nothing at all to offer her, he didn’t even have a job, and he wanted her to feel free to make love with him without worrying he was going to be a burden.

So he kept his mouth shut and his thoughts shielded.

Chapter Eight

Jason sat at the table eating the steak and salad Cody had prepared, savoring the delicious taste of beef cooked to perfection. Thank God Cody could cook. They’d let Bec cook just once since he’d been here, and the food had been so inedible that in the end they’d given up trying to be polite and ordered pizza instead. Bec had just grinned and happily eaten pizza with them. A small part of Jason wondered if that was Bec’s evil plan all along. If she cooked badly enough the first few times, she could easily avoid the onerous task in the future.

He grinned as he tasted the baked potato with sour cream and fresh chopped chives. He’d tried cooking since he gotten here, but with his broken ankle it had been difficult to coordinate all of the ingredients, and so now when it was his turn to cook, he limited himself to casseroles and other dishes that could be cooked in the one pot. Cody had happily taken over the cooking for the most part, and Jason and Bec had been left to do the cleanup. Considering how well Cody cooked, it seemed a pretty workable solution.

Bec’s cell phone rang, and she quickly left the table to snag the little vibrating machine before it buzzed itself onto the floor. She looked puzzled as she glanced at the caller ID, but she opened it and said hello in a casual voice.

Turning to Jason, she handed the phone over, taking her seat again. Jason noticed she at least tried not to listen in on the conversation, although she failed miserably, so she knew Dana had gone in to surgery again before Jason handed back the phone.

* * * *

Cody felt the lighthearted mood of the meal evaporate as it was replaced with Jason’s impotent anger. He pushed his plate away, mumbling an apology as he untangled his leg and crutches from the table and limped toward his bedroom.

Cody could feel Bec aching for the loss Jason felt. They knew every time Dana went in for surgery, her chances of recovering were lessened. Bec sat fighting tears, her normal tough demeanor stripped away by the raw emotion emanating from Jason. Cody pulled her onto his lap, holding her as she cried, whispering words of love and comfort. When she had cried herself out, she straightened in his lap and kissed him gently.

“Go,” Cody said to her, understanding her need to comfort the other man, happy he could help even in this little way.

Bec kissed him again and hurried to follow Jason.

* * * *

She found him sitting on the end of his bed, his head hung low, his shoulders heaving as he breathed deeply, trying to gain control of his emotions. Bec entered the room without a word, moved to stand in front of him, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She felt him tremble as he pulled her into his embrace, his face resting against her belly as she held him tight.

She stood like that for several minutes, rocking slightly as she sensed his fight to control his emotions. He sucked in a deep breath as his hands slid under her shirt, pushing the material up over her shoulders, her unfettered breasts quickly claimed by his mouth. He pushed her pants and underwear down as he dragged her onto his lap, his hands seeking the swollen heat between her thighs. In just a few short moments he had her panting, straining against his solid grip, everything forgotten except the man in front of her. She gripped his jeans, forcing the buttons undone with trembling fingers, her hand sliding into his briefs to release his engorged cock. Mindless with need she pumped his flesh until he growled, pushed her hand away, pulled her down, and impaled her on his erection.

She held herself upright by her fingers on his shoulders as he gripped her hips and slammed her against him again and again and again. Her entire body shook with the orgasm that approached, threatening to blow her apart as he continued to pound into her quivering flesh. He growled again, grinding her pelvis against his hips as he exploded, his cum pulsing deep into her body.

She moaned as her orgasm hit her, waves of hot pleasure washing over her again and again. He held her close as her pussy clenched against his softening cock, her anus puckering as the muscles pulsed.

Completely spent, Bec fell forward into his arms, her sweaty body plastered against his chest, barely aware of the hands roaming over her as the man in her arms apologized over and over.

Suddenly registering his words, Bec tried to sit up, seeking his gaze, but he held her tight against him rocking slightly and still apologizing. She let him hold her for a minute longer before pushing out of his arms.

“Jason,” she said, standing in front of him, her hand reaching for his face, trying to get him to look at her. “Jason, I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me. In fact, I loved every moment.”

Incredulous eyes gazed at her as if he couldn’t quite believe what she said. He smoothed his hands over her hips and the reddened spots showing the evidence of his rough possession. She glanced at the marks, dismissing them with a shake of her head.

“I’m not breakable. You didn’t hurt me.” She smiled into his eyes when he looked at her again. He pulled her against him, lifting his face to kiss her tenderly. She angled him back onto the bed, then crawled over him to settle against the pillows. She patted the mattress, and Jason wriggled awkwardly out of his clothes then settled beside her, spooning her against him as he pulled her close.

She was almost asleep when she felt his body jerk as if remembering something important. She heard his groan just before he turned her in his arms, lifting her face to look into her eyes.

“Baby, I didn’t use a condom.” Thanks to her telepathy she could hear the small part of him wishing for her to fall pregnant with his child, but a much larger part mentally kicked his own ass for being so selfish.

“It’s okay,” she soothed, her hands running across the creases in his brow. “I have an IUD, so I won’t be falling pregnant anytime soon, and I haven’t slept with anyone besides you and Cody for more than two years. You?”

“I didn’t have sex with anyone while I was undercover,” he said, smiling.

“Good,” she said, sleepily rolling in his arms and snuggling back against him. “Conversation over.”

* * * *

Not content with just ringing the bell, their visitor hammered on the door as well. Cody sent his senses into the hallway, trying to determine who would be trying to belt his door down. He opened the door just as Rafe pulled his wife into his arms, laughing softly as she continued trying to reach the door.

“Relax,” he said, “Cody’s here now.”

Cody opened the door wide, an amused smile crossing his features as Alana pushed past him and stalked into the apartment. Realizing the room was empty, Alana turned to face him, raising her eyebrow as she asked “Where is he?”

“By ‘he,’ I assume you mean Jason,” Cody asked, a little annoyed at Alana’s cryptic attitude. “Stay here, and I’ll check if he’s awake.”

He could feel her agitation as he walked down the hallway. He stopped at Jason’s room, knocking softly as he opened the door.

Alana pushed past him again, apparently not noticing that both occupants of the bed were naked, and shoved her wrist into Jason’s line of vision.

“Look,” she demanded impatiently.

* * * *

Jason blinked several times trying to come awake after a too-short, unexpected, but much needed nap. He tried to focus his eyes, but all he could see was Alana’s wrist. Uncertain what she expected, Jason looked around her to see Cody standing at the door. Cody seemed as confused as Jason felt.

His annoyance getting the better of him, he pulled the sheet up to cover himself and Bec and then glared at Alana.

“What am I supposed to be looking at?” he ground out through tightly clenched teeth.

“The scars,” she said, shaking her head.

“What scars?” he asked, still trying to come fully awake.

“The scars from the handcuff,” she said, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “The scars that tingled when you touched them and then healed completely.”

Shock coursed through Jason as he grabbed her hand, turning it back and forth, searching for the scars that he’d seen only a day ago. He grabbed her other hand, comparing the two, searching for differences and seeing none.

A quick gasp caught his attention as the woman beside him moved. Lifting her left hand, Bec held up the fingers that yesterday were mangled and damaged but were now completely free from injury. It looked as if she’d never been shot. She quickly moved the sheet, modesty apparently forgotten as she tried to see her scarred ankle. Carefully, Jason lifted her foot into his hands, running his fingers lightly over the puckered surgical scars.

Right there in front of all of them, the scars faded and almost disappeared. Bec flexed her foot, moving more freely than she’d been able to since being shot.

“How does it feel?” Cody asked, his voice tight with shock.

Bec flexed her foot again.

“Good, I think. A little residual pain, but nothing like the stiffness I’ve experienced day after day.” She lowered her foot to the floor, raising her eyes briefly to take in Cody’s taut stance. She stood, gently placing her weight on the injured leg, noticing the lack of pain. “It’s not one hundred percent,” she said carefully, “but it’s a big improvement.”

Cody moved forward to slap a hand on Jason’s shoulder.

“I knew you’d come in handy,” he said, smiling, effectively breaking the tension in the room.

Alana gasped suddenly, glancing from Bec to Jason, perhaps finally noticing the state of undress of the couple on the bed. Looking uncomfortable, she started to seek an exit.

“Um, I’ll just...um, go...so you guys can, um...” She was out the door before she finished her sentence, and the three left behind exchanged happy smiles.

“Get dressed, you two,” Cody said, moving toward the door. “We leave in fifteen minutes.” At first, Jason didn’t understand where they were going, his brain still sleepy and now overloaded with questions, and then it hit him. Dana.

* * * *

They all rushed into the hospital, Cody and Bec hovering close to Jason as he moved faster than was probably safe on crutches. Theresa’s head snapped up at the commotion, annoyance briefly crossing her features until she saw Jason. Looking confused and curious, Theresa stood back as Jason handed his crutches to Bec and limped through the door to Dana’s room.