CHAPTER TWELVEMary Jo
Mary Jo
I’m trying not to think about what happened last night. The shame of coming for people who kidnapped me. Of loving it and their words.
If anything, it makes me hate them more.
I need to get out of here. The problem is, there are two of them.
I need to get rid of one of them if I’m to even have any hope of overpowering the other.
I have my sights set on Cole’s whittling knife and the car keys.
I haven’t seen where they keep the keys or even heard them take them out of their pockets.
I’m guessing they’re in the garage. Cole must keep his knife downstairs when it isn’t on him.
I also need shoes. It’s cold as fuck outside, and my cut keeps slowing me down.
“Did you ever get that ATV fixed?” I’m in the kitchen making pancakes. Jayden looks at me from perusing the fridge.
“No.” He cocks an eyebrow and shuts the fridge.
“I can help.” I flip a pancake.
He narrows his eyes.
“I’m bored as fuck all day. I’m not trying to run. I used to help my dad with stuff like that.”
He knows I grew up on a farm. He did his research on me for whatever reason. I can see him run through a bunch of different reasons I’d offer. Finally, he says, “Fine.”
“I promise. You can cuff me to you if you really think I’m going to run.” I put a stack of pancakes on a plate.
“I can cuff you anytime I want, kitten.”
The morning stretches on. Neither men mention work or jobs. Surely two men in their thirties have to work sometime? But I don’t ask. Cole hangs out downstairs and whittles upstairs while shooting the shit with Jayden. They appear totally relaxed. Dicks.
I’m anxious to go to the garage, but I don’t push it. Finally, in the late afternoon, Jayden gets up and walks past me to the door. “Let’s go. See what you got.”
I scramble up from the couch. He doesn’t offer me shoes, and by the time we walk across the frozen ground to the garage, my feet smart. He has the ATV parked under the balcony.
“Can’t get her to start up.”
“Hmmm.” I go to it and begin to look at it, quickly falling into a rhythm from when Dad and I used to tinker around. Jayden and I go back and forth, theorizing and testing certain things. He goes from being skeptical to having an open conversation with me.
The shop lights bathe over his arms and shoulders, reminding me how muscled they are.
I also get a closer look at his tattoos.
He has tribal swirls up his right arm in a full sleeve, and on his left are pocket watches, dates, and what looks like a wolf on his shoulder under his shirt sleeve.
One of the dates on his arm looks fresh.
It’s dated the 22nd of November. I realize it must be close to the 22nd today, so, only three months old.
“What’s that for?” I point at his arm.
He looks down. Something flashes across his face, but he says in an emotionless tone. “My mother.”
Oh. Shit.
I see the problem in the ATV quickly. Jayden keeps brushing his hand over it but doesn’t seem to realize.
“I don’t know. We might have to try again later. My dad had a model similar to this one a few years ago. I can’t remember working on it much, though. Give me a little to think about it.” I wipe my hands on a rag and give him my best naive girl look.
He glances at me then back at the ATV, brow furrowed. He hesitates and then runs a hand through his dark hair. He looks unguarded, and I reluctantly admit how pretty he is. His cheekbones are cut, and his lashes are thick and dark.
He notices me staring. I blush.
“Like what you see, kitten?” He smirks, his face becoming predatory.
I cough. “I’m cold. Let’s go inside.” I start walking to the door.
He laughs, “Wait.”
I barely have time to turn and he’s on me, one hand around the back of my neck and one on my chin. He faces me up to him. I see his black eyes glint, and then he crushes his lips to mine.
He’s warm and heavy on me, hands pulling me into his kiss. I part my lips in shock. He takes advantage, swooping his tongue in. He licks and sucks before I have the presence of mind to pull away.
He doesn’t let me and continues savaging my mouth. I struggle. He hardly lets me move. I nip at his tongue, but it only deepens the kiss and the pressure. And it feels heavenly. I’ve never been kissed with such passion. It feels like he’s branding my mouth.
He feels me relax into his hold. The hand around my chin drops away. His passion flows into me.
I start to meet his tongue, and then I hear the click of a picture being taken.
I look to my left, and he has the cell phone out. He took a picture of us kissing.
I cry out against his mouth. He’s grinning now, looking mean and hungry.
I shove backward and he lets me go.
“You…” I sputter.
“Yes, get nasty with me so I have a reason to punish you again.” He tucks the phone back into his pocket.
I want to. I want to punch him in the face. But knowing him, he’d probably laugh and enjoy it. Fuck him. Fuck him .
He swoops in and throws me over his shoulder. I beat on his lower back and ass.
“Put me down!”
He ignores me and carts me back to the cabin. I continue uselessly pounding. We get inside, and he doesn’t put me down. He carts me upstairs and tosses me on his bed.
I scramble to get up, but he’s on me in a flash, pinning my hips down.
He rips my leggings off in one motion, even getting them over the ankle monitor.
“I didn’t—I haven’t broken a rule!” I cry out.
“This isn’t a punishment.” He snaps my panties off like they’re nothing. I kick to get away, but he spreads my legs apart so my kicks have no force behind them. He drags my ass to the end of the bed.
“Wait!” I struggle and kick.
Hot breath blows against my wet pussy. His shoulder and one arm pin my legs open, and the other arm bands heavily against my waist.
Then his hot mouth is on me. He sucks my clit into his mouth and pulses on it.
I cry out. Both with the shock of it and the pleasure. He takes advantage of my momentary break in the struggle to open me wider. He releases his suction to lick me from entrance to clit, then buries his nose into me.
He pulls in a deep breath through his nose.
Heat flames in my cheeks. I try to kick again, but he grabs ahold of my clit with his lips and growls, a clear threat.
The vibrations send a shock through my system. I gasp.
He starts to eat me like he’s been starving. He licks with the flat of his tongue up and down and up and down with force. He keeps up the same tempo, and my body responds, pushing into him for more.
He instantly stops and starts a different technique and rhythm. Just as it starts to send electricity through my body, he stops and starts something else.
I cry out as anger flows through me. He chuckles against me.
“Well, well, well.”
I jump and see Cole smirking at the end of the bed.
Jayden tightens his hold on me and pulls me closer to him, growling deep and low.
Cole laughs, “She’s all yours, brother.”
“I’m not anyone’s!” I start to struggle again. It earns me a sharp nip on the clit. “Ouch!”
His tongue massages away the sting, which only seems to amplify the pleasure.
“Whatever you just did, keep doing it; she likes it.”
He bites me again. I can’t help it—my body bucks into his mouth. The pain and pleasure feel so good. I keep fighting to hate it. To hate him.
“You look so good spread open for him like that. That pussy is probably getting off knowing you’re ours, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
I growl at him, “I’ve had much uglier men get me off quicker.” It’s a lie, but it hits its mark. His gaze darkens.
Jayden bites me hard, and I feel his teeth dig into my skin.
I throw my head back and grit my teeth. He laps at me, and it feels so good I moan.
He brings me to the edge of coming again, then backs off.
He does it a few more times. My inner muscles are so close to spasming.
He licks a finger and puts it inside me, curling up to hit my G spot.
It forces a groan out of me. My thighs try to close around him. I’m so damn close.
I get up on my elbows and try to pull away.
“Fuck no,” he snarls. He yanks me into him and starts a hard and consistent pattern on my clit while stroking my G spot.
“You can’t fight it, little one,” Cole says in a deep husk. “Stop trying.”
I kick as sparks fly across my vision. All of my muscles clench down, and blinding pleasure fills me. I clench down in waves on his finger, my body trying to pull him deeper, to make him one with me.
The feeling goes on and on. He keeps at it until he feels my spasming stop.
I pant. I try to push his head away. It’s the wrong move. He growls and buries in me again.
I cry out from overstimulation. But soon, pressure builds again, and he wrings another orgasm out of me.
I collapse back on the bed, breathing heavily.
He releases me and crawls over me. I meet his gaze.
“Mine,” he growls, eyes burning.
I close my eyes.
He grips my chin, and my eyes startle open again. “ Mine .” He watches for something, I’m not sure what. I stare back, coming down off adrenaline and pleasure.
He stands, towering over the bed. There’s a hard bulge in his pants. Then he turns on his heel and walks downstairs.
I get up on my elbows and watch him go. Cole smirks at me.
I grab the comforter and cover myself.
“That was hot, lemon drop.”
All of a sudden, his stupid nickname makes me angry. “That’s not my name,” I growl.
“Sure it is. You know you open your mouth and make this little cry when you come. It’s cute.”
I glare at him, and the image of shoving him over the balcony fills my mind.
Cole laughs, and his voice goes lower and deeper. “Whatever murderous thought crossed your little mind, go ahead and try it. We’ll fight, and then I’ll fill you with my come on his bed.”
I stand, pussy hot again, and snatch up the comforter with my torn panties and leggings. I march downstairs.
It’s only then that I remember what I saw in the garage. Two sets of keys hung on the wall right by the garage door. Keys to the cars.
***
To give the best odds, I have to wait until sunset to kick-start my plan. It makes me nervous all the next day. I feel like I’m doing a good job of covering it up, but Jayden keeps giving me long searching looks.
Still, my plan isn’t completely ruined. After dinner, I go to the bathroom and shut the door. I brace my hands on either end of the sink, take a deep breath, and get to work.
A little later, I start crying. At least, I try. For some reason, the tears feel clogged inside, and my emotions feel dry. What the hell? I can cry when it’s the most embarrassing, but not when I try to?
I growl. This is gonna hurt like a bitch.
I punch my hand into the mirror. It makes a sharp clank into the wood wall behind it. Pain shoots into my hand.
It doesn’t take long. The door handle jiggles, and then a hard thump of a fist.
“Open the door.”
I make a strangled sob sound.
“Mary. Open it now.”
“Go away!”
“Open, or I’m going to kick it in.”
“Jesus Christ.” I storm to the door and fling it open. “Can you give a girl some privacy?”
Jayden immediately presses into my personal space. “What was that noise?”
“Nothing.” I sniff and ball my hand behind my back.
He notices, and faster than I can react, he’s flipped me around and pinned my chest to the wall. He wrenches the thing from my hand.
There’s silence then he lets me go.
I flip around, and we both look at a bloody pair of my panties. I had to open and re-bandage my foot back up for it.
I press my hands into fists. “You got me, hot shot. Escaping through the walls with nothing but a pair of panties. For Christ’s sake, can you not be a horrible person for two seconds and let me have a minute?” My voice rises, shrill now. “Jesus fucking hell, give me a break.” I wipe my eyes.
He takes a step back.
“You good?” Cole steps into the doorway. He takes in the scene.
“Fuck.” I storm past both of them to my room. They let me go.
I slam the door.
It works like I want it to. Jayden rips it open. “You don’t shut my door unless I tell you to.”
I hide my face in my hands. “I’m going to bleed all over my clothes! All over the bed.”
He’s silent for a long time. So long that I peek up.
“I’ll get you pads.”
I sniff. “And Midol. And chocolate.”
He is silent again. He runs a hand through his hair, looking annoyed. Maddeningly, it adds to his handsome appeal.
“Fine. What kind do you want? Long? Heavy flow? Wings?”
I pause. How does he know about women’s products? Dread shoots down my spine. Maybe he’s not as fooled with my little show as I’d like him to be.
“Heavy flow. And dark chocolate.”
“You got her?”
“Yep,” Cole answers from the hallway.
Jayden sighs. For a second, I fear he’s going to call me on my bullshit. But he doesn’t. He stalks out of the room. A few minutes later, the alarm chimes on the front door. I hear the low rumble of the men’s voices briefly before Jayden leaves.
I wait. My plan hinges on Cole coming in to chain me to my bed. I wait and wait and wait till despair starts to creep in. He’s not going to. He won’t come in time. Jayden will come back before I can get away.
But, what feels like forever later, he comes in. I’m laying under the covers and stir as if he woke me, gripping the glass spice container.
“Shhh, back to sleep, little one.” He bends down to pick the cuff off the floor.
I strike, whipping the covers back and slamming my weapon into the back of his head.
He crumples and falls to the floor, unmoving. I stare at his large form. For a second, I feel bad.
No. I scramble to put the cuff on him, then pat him down for his knife.
Fuck! He doesn’t have it. I check again, panic rolling through me. I can’t believe that worked. I look around the room and then throw on my extra clothes.
Cole still lies motionless. I pause. He’s still breathing. I take his shoes and socks off too. I put the socks on myself and take the shoes with me.
I do a quick search of the living room. There! His knife is sitting by a half-whittled horse. I grab it and sprint to the door. This is when my countdown really begins. I don’t know the code for the alarm. Jayden is going to know as soon as I get out that door.
I take a deep breath and run outside.