Chapter 14
14
JAYDEN
“What do you think about a dog, Jay?” Cole leans back, acting nonchalant. But I know him. I see the tension in his shoulders.
“We need a place to live to have a dog,” I grumble, fishing Jo’s phone out of her bag. Hers is the only one we could keep since the cops don’t know she has this one. It’s how she kept hidden from us for so long.
I open Jo’s social media and check the likes on her picture. The post has blown up. There are all kinds of comments, ranging from intrigued to worried to skeptical.
Victory fills me, and I smirk. “Take a look, Jo.”
Jo shoots a glare at me but does as I ask. She glances it over. “And?”
“And? And the two posts I made for you have done the best.”
Jo snorts and turns away. I see her cheeks getting pink.
A shot of anger runs through me. “Are you embarrassed about us, kitten?”
She shakes her head, but she’s stiff. Her discomfort makes my dick spring to life.
I struggle to focus. “Cole. Try calling your mom again.” She’s the only one who can foot our bill out of the country. I hate the idea of going all the way to Ohio for money, but if we have to, we have to. This isn’t the kind of cash I can rob someone on the side of the road for. I need hundreds of thousands.
I reach over to slide my hand down Jo’s front.
“Already tried her,” Cole says.
Jo tries to squirm away, and I pinch a nipple—hard.
“Fuck!” Jo tries to swat my hand away. “You’re such a dick!”
“Fine. I’ll call her again.”
“No,” Cole snaps. “She won’t talk to you. You know she hates cops.”
“Good thing I’m not a cop.” I toss Jo’s phone to Cole and reach over Jo’s seat.
“Where were we?” I grab the leash in my right hand and slide my left down her torso. “Oh, that’s right. You forgot who you belong to.”
“Right,” Jo grits.
I yank the leash hard. “Already sassing? Damn, kitten must want to be punished.”
Jo squirms again. I love it. I’m addicted to the way she responds to us. She’s so expressive and hateful and fucking alive . She doesn’t know when to stop fighting, and I can’t take my eyes off her as she burns herself to the ground.
I was alive, too, once.
If I push her, will she also implode like I did? A sick part of me wants to know—wants her to fall over the edge with me.
I see Cole glancing at the phone from the corner of my eye. He has the keypad pulled up, but he isn’t dialing.
Internally, I wince. “Give that to me.”
“No,” he snaps. “I’ll do it.” His chest heaves. Which makes my chest tighten.
“Jo.” I need her to distract Cole. “Be a good girl and put on a show for us.” I slide my left hand under her pants.
“Fuck you!” Jo digs her little nails into me, trying to get me off her. My fingers brush over her panties. “Are you already wet for me?”
“Dry as the Sahara, actually,” she growls.
I lean over the seat, biting her neck just under her collar, making her gasp. Fuck, if her quick sass doesn’t piss me off. It’ll only make things worse for her.
Cole glances at us. I ignore him completely, sucking on a mouthful of Jo’s skin until she cries out and jerks away. My mouth pops off her, and a beautiful deep red mark is left on her.
Fuck. She looks so beautiful. I dive back in, biting down on the line of muscle leading up to her neck.
“Jayden,” she hisses.
I bite harder, and my fingers brush her pussy again. “That’s Sir to you. Who owns this pussy, Jo?”
“I do.”
A shiver of pleasure runs through me. I bite down on her neck harder while I rub circles on her clit.
I hear Cole make the call and the phone rings. I glance over. He’s looking back and forth between us and the road.
Jo moans. I groan and jerk the collar just a bit. “Shhhh. Cole is on the phone. Wouldn’t want mommy to hear a moaning little slut in the background, would you?”
“If that’s what she calls you, I won’t judge.” Jo clenches her teeth.
This bitch. I press harder on her clit, feeling her body jerk in response. I bite her again harshly, marking her. Claiming her. I want it to hurt. I want it to hurt, and I want it to break her.
The phone rings and rings.
I glance over. Cole’s face is a mixture of arousal and pain. I hate that look. It makes me want to kill his mom for ever making him feel like that.
“What do you think, Cole? Should I let her come?”
A slow smile creeps across his face while the phone goes to voicemail. “I don’t know. She hasn’t been very good recently, has she?”
“No,” I latch onto another part of her neck. Jo loves the pain. I can feel her arousal soaking through her panties.
Goddamn. I’m so hard I feel my dick straining against my pants. I hate that my marks are going to fade. I should tattoo them into her skin. A living patchwork of my slow destruction of Mary Jo Hall.
“How about this,” I say. “If your mom picks up, kitten comes. If not, she doesn’t.”
Cole immediately dials again while watching the road. His pupils are huge when he looks at us as he tracks my hands on Jo’s body.
Jo makes a strangled sound. Her neck and shoulders are sweaty, and her hips buck against me.
The phone rings.
And rings.
And rings.