“If we don’t leave
now, this could get very awkward between us and the paramedic. If you
get what I’m trying to say.” I might as well put it bluntly,
since he’s not catching on to any other way I try to get my meaning
across. The paramedic uncomfortably clears his throat. With that,
Jack scoops me up and starts heading to his car, which is parked
behind some of the police vehicles. He turns around for a minute.
“If I make sure she
stays awake for the next twenty-four hours, will she be in the
clear?” he questions the paramedic.
“Concussion wise, she
should be fine, but if she starts feeling extreme pain and nausea get
her to the hospital as soon as possible. Just to make sure,” he
informs us.
“Thanks for your
help, man,” Jack states as we continue on the journey to his
vehicle.
This adrenaline thing
could be the cure for low libidos. If I don’t get some of Jack
soon, I think I might explode. I make this clear to him by starting
to nibble on his earlobe, while telling him that exact thought, point
blank.
“Calm down, Payton.
You need to try and take it easy. I’m sure you can wait until we
get home to attack me,” he says with a chuckle. If he only knew how
much I’m restraining myself right now. The adrenaline coursing
through me is sending a warm buzz throughout my body, especially
between my thighs.
We get into his car and
turn onto the highway. Apparently the stupid thugs took me to some
abandoned farmer’s warehouse an hour outside of town. Jack used his
connections to track the GPS in my cell phone, which is how they
found me. If I hadn’t been on the phone with him at the time of the
kidnapping they might never have found me in time. I don’t even
want to process this info yet. I can feel the adrenaline slowly
starting to fade. Once I crash, I know I won’t be up for any sort
of action with anyone, let alone the hottie sitting next to me in the
driver’s seat.
As if it was meant to
be, I look out the window and see the turn off for the beach coming
up. It’s one in the morning, what are the chances many people will
be around? I guess we’ll find out. I’m feeling really frisky
right now, and shamefully, probably wouldn’t even notice or care if
anybody’s around.
“Take the turn to the
beach,” I order. That’s right, I’m Little Miss Bossy right now.
“Yes ma’am,” Jack
replies as he leaves the highway, turning down the beach road.
I’m done with
waiting. I reach over and start stroking Jack’s cock through his
jeans. He’s already hard for me. He lets out a low moan as I see
his pants get even tighter in the crotch.
“Are we there yet?”
I ask seductively.
“Oh, I’ll be there
very soon if you keep that up,” Jack groans.
I can hear the waves
crashing as we pull up near the beach. Not a vehicle around, but just
to be safe, Jack parks at the far end. He works great under pressure.
He does all this while I unzip his jeans and unleash the beast.
Without waiting for him to put the vehicle in park I undo my seat
belt and lean over. I put my hand at the base of his dick and take
the tip into my mouth.
“Oh God,” Jack
exclaims.
I lift my head up just
enough to tell him, “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
My mouth descends on
his cock again. This time I pulse up and down, making sure to take
him all in. I can feel his erection harden even more in my mouth. I
don’t think it’s possible for him to get any stiffer. I manoeuver
myself so I’m kneeling on the passenger side seat. I can hear Jack
undo his seatbelt and then feel his arm reaching around me. His hand
makes its way to my backside, and he begins rubbing my pussy through
my pants. I can feel my panties starting to soak. I was wet earlier
just from the thought of fucking Jack, but it’s nothing compared to
now.
“Jack, I need you to
fuck me,” I say hoarsely as I look up at him, his cock twitching
from the feel of my hot breath.
As soon as I get the
words out, Jack pushes me off him and exits the car with his dick
still out in the open. Okay, what the hell’s that about? I slump
over into the driver’s side and try to make out his shadow outside.
I can see him pacing. What’s going on? Did I say or do something
wrong? The next thing I know, the passenger side door’s pulled open
and Jack sits down. He’s still rock hard. Yes, that’s all I can
focus on at the moment.
“Payton, I need to
fuck you.” Jack states.
With that, he reaches
over to me, hauls me onto his lap so that I’m facing the front
window, and yanks my pants down. He tugs on his jeans and manages to
get them halfway down his muscular thighs in the cramped space. With
me on his lap, he moves me so that I’m sitting on his hard shaft
and the only thing between us is my thong. I grind my hips into his
lap, showing him how impatient my sex drive is getting. He reaches
around and tries to calm me down by running his fingers over my
swollen clit, still through my panties. Jack then rips my thong off.
I’d hate to see what would’ve happened if I had worn my boy
shorts. In the throes of passion, nothing is hotter than what he just
did.
I position myself above
his shaft, ready to take in his rigid length. Before I can lower,
Jack moves away just enough to ruin my plan. He takes himself in his
hand and begins to rub his dick up and down my core. Jack takes the
tip and enters just enough to leave me wanting more, then removes it.
He does this several times before rubbing his cock on my pussy again.
It’s enough to send me over the edge, making me orgasm. I can feel
the wetness of my come lubricating his shaft. He guides my hips so
that I’m in prime fucking position. I impale myself onto the beast.
Oh, good God, I need this.
I rock my hips into his
lap in our version of reverse cowgirl. I steady myself by placing my
hands on the front dash. Jack reaches up my shirt and pulls the
material of bra down to expose my breasts. My nipples are already
hard as he plucks at them. He teases them enough, sending shivers
down my body, making my toes curl. He lifts me up slightly with his
left hand and begins to pound into me. A moan escapes my lips as I
can feel my climax building again.
“Let go, let it out,”
Jack whispers.
I scream out in
pleasure as my pussy obeys and clenches his cock as I ride out
another orgasm. The things this man can do to me. The pressure from
my peak sends Jack into a frenzy. He moans out his own orgasm as I
slowly rock into him, helping him finish.
“Fuck, Payton. We
needed that after tonight. Now I want to take you home and make love
to you, properly,” Jack whispers into my ear.
I awkwardly exit the
passenger side and adjust my pants, sans underwear. Guess I’m going
commando for a little bit. I fix my bra as Jack gets out and situates
himself. Once finished, he envelops me in his arms and rocks us back
and forth. No words are said, but I understand. We return to the
vehicle and head home.
Just as we’re about
to pull into the driveway, I ask Jack about his pacing before we had
our car adventure.
“I was torn between
taking you to the hospital, taking you home to rest, and fucking you
so I could prove to myself you were alive and relatively unharmed,”
Jack explains.
We lock up the car and
make our way into the house. Once we clean up, and Jack examines me
head-to-toe, we make our way to bed. I’m wiped. Just as my eyelids
are closing Jack leans over and starts kissing my neck.
“I promised the medic
I’d make sure you stayed awake. No sleep for you tonight, bella,”
Jack says with a promise.
I’m sure I’ll be
okay with his method of keeping me up.
* * *
The next day, around
two in the afternoon, Jack informs me that he has to bring me to the
station to make my statement about last night. I still feel a little
sore from being smacked around and don’t really feel up to doing
this, but he assures me that it’s best to do it while it’s fresh
in my mind.
As soon as we enter the
building, a uniformed police officer approaches me and asks me to
follow him. Jack and I follow close behind, hand in hand. We’re
seated at a hardwood desk and then the policeman leaves us alone.
Within seconds of sitting at the desk, the agent that questioned me
before about my so-called relationship with Dag walks in and sits in
the chair across from me. Shit! I really hope he’s not going to be
a dickhead like he was the last time.
“Ms. Clare, Detective
De Luca,” he greets, nodding his head at us.
Jack just returns his
greeting with a nod, but says nothing. “Let’s get this over
with,” I say, wanting to get on with it so we can head back to the
condo to relax. He records my statement as I proceed to tell him
every single detail about last night. As soon as I finish giving my
account of the kidnapping, Agent Vaughn looks over at Jack. Both are
wearing grim expressions on their faces.
“Did I hear you
correctly when you said there were
five
individuals at the
warehouse last night?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I answer,
looking at him then back at Jack.
“We only apprehended
four men. Are you absolutely sure there were five?” he inquires
again.
“Yes, I only saw the
faces of four of them. I’ve seen them at work with Jack before, so
I recognized them, but the fifth guy I didn’t get a good look at.
It was dark where he was standing, and his face was in the shadows,
but there was definitely a fifth guy,” I confirm.
“You’re sure about
this?” Jack questions.
“Positive. They kept
calling him ‘Boss’.”
“Fuck!” he shouts,
slamming his fist down on the desk. “How in the fuck do we keep
missing this shit?” he barks out before stomping out of the room.
After concluding our
interview, Agent Vaughn tells me to stay put while he goes to find
Jack. I sit there impatiently waiting, wishing that he’d hurry the
fuck up so I can go home. I woke up yesterday morning at around eight
o’clock, and now it’s just after four o’clock in the afternoon.
As I continue to wait, my eyelids are getting heavy from lack of
sleep. I tell myself that I’m just going to close them for a second
to give them a rest.
The next thing I know,
I’m being lifted up into a pair of strong arms and carried out to
the car. During the drive home, my eyes close and I’m out again. I
wake briefly as we arrive at the condo, and Jack picks me up in his
powerful arms to carry me up to our apartment. I vaguely recall him
undressing me, laying me on the bed, and joining me shortly after.
The heat from his body, and the safety of his arms wrapped around me
quickly lulls me into deep, peaceful sleep.
I jolt awake as “Mama”
by The Spice Girls starts playing from my phone on the side table. My
head’s slightly tender, but nothing too serious. Jack’s arm pulls
me tighter to him just as I reach my cell. I really, really want to
ignore the phone, snuggle back into his hot body, and go back to
sleep, but knowing it’s my mother I’d feel guilty doing that. My
finger taps the screen on my phone, answering the incoming call.
“Mornin’,” I
greet her, in my throaty not-quite-awake voice.
“Morning, sweetie.
You still in bed?” she asks, almost sounding shocked.
“Yeah, what time is
it anyway?” I wonder. Lifting my head from Jack’s arm, I look
over to his side of the bed to check out the time on the alarm clock.
“Oh shit! It’s almost two o’clock in the afternoon! I thought
it was early,” I shriek.
“Must’ve had a late
night out having a wild and crazy time,” my mother says through a
chuckle.
“You have no idea,”
I respond.
“Who is it, bella?”
Jack mumbles in my ear, before kissing my bare shoulder. God, he
sounds sexy when he’s just waking up.
“My mom,” I mouth
to him. Suddenly he’s wide awake as he brushes his lips against
mine, while at the same time taking the phone away from me. “Hey!”
I softly squeal at him. Oh, shit! I just remembered. I forgot to tell
my family about moving in with Jack. And more importantly, I also
don’t want them knowing I was abducted the night before last.
They’re already worried enough about me; I don’t want to give
them something else to fret about. “Jack, give me the phone,” I
order him, but he ignores me.
Shifting his body up
and away from me, he sits with his back to me on the edge of the bed.
“Karen, how’s it going, honey?” he asks into my phone. Umm.
What? He seems awfully chummy with my mother. When the hell did that
happen? Suddenly, he stands up and pads over to the bathroom. Naked.
Just before he closes the door I hear him say, “Good, not going to
lie, could be better.” I’m guessing she just asked him how he
was, too.
I lie back down, roll
over, and bury my face into Jack’s pillow. What the hell are they
talking about in there? Anxiety builds when I think about all of the
things they could be discussing. My head comes up from the pillow as
the bathroom door reopens a few minutes later. Once again, I can’t
help but size up my man as he saunters back to the bed.
With a gorgeous smile
on his face, he hands me the phone and says, “Wants to talk to
you.” This feeling of dread washes over me.
“Did you tell her
about the other night?” I whisper, the phone pressed to my chest.
His smile falters, as he shakes his head no. Thank Christ! I’ve got
one more question for him before I talk to my mother. “Did you tell
her about us living together?” He nods, his smile returning. Oh my
God! She’s going to kill me. Jack places a small kiss on my
forehead, pulls on the pair of jeans he threw on the floor last
night, and heads downstairs, giving me some privacy. I nervously put
the phone to my ear and say, “Hey.”
“Were you ever going
to tell me that you were living with Jack?” she asks, but she
doesn’t sound pissed. She sounds like she’s trying to keep from
laughing. Not what I was expecting. “Or were you just going to wait
until you married him and pushed out a couple of grandbabies for me.”
Sweet Mother of God, she did not just say that to me.