Chapter Twenty-Four #2
I grab him by his collar, shoving him against the wall, and every available prison guard is on me.
The alarm sounds, the ringing burning my eardrums with its high-pitched siren.
Then the clanging starts. Inmates chanting and whacking metal on metal as they assume it’s other inmates fighting.
But no, I’m assisting the police and attacking a guard.
I press my forearm against his neck as Katie tries to pull the other guards off me.
“I’m going to have your job for this, you weasel.”
“He threatened me, threatened my family!” he rasps out.
“You’re a coward. Thomas Vale has no one. He’s a loner here, no friends, no family. You did it for the thrill, don’t lie to me.”
“Jonesy, get off him, NOW.” Katie brings me back to the room, and the rest of the prison guards have all let me continue my attack. I loosen my grip, and the siren turns off. They’re going to do worse to him than I ever could.
I spit on the floor, right by his shoes, grab Katie by the hand, and stalk out of the prison.
My heart is pounding against my ribcage as I yank open the door, hustling Katie into the car.
I try steadying my breathing; I try thinking of my happy place, but it’s nothing but scorching rage that’s spitting through my veins.
Once I’m in the car, I reverse out of the space, the tires screeching against the tarmac.
“Jonesy . . .” she whispers, reaching out and placing her hand on my forearm.
My knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly.
How dare someone intimidate her? How dare they make her feel unsafe when she’s just trying to do her job?
I don’t even know where I’m driving; I’m just gunning it down the highway.
I feel like I’m on a chase. The urge to find that guy after he leaves prison and take cheap shot after cheap shot overwhelms me.
“Take off your panties,” I spit out.
“Wh . . . what?”
“Take off your panties, Katie. Right now.”
She lifts her hips, her fingers moving beneath her skirt until I hear the fabric scrape along her thighs.
She bends low, and I see the white lace as she pulls it past her heels.
I hold out my palm, and she drops the fabric into it.
Drawing it to my nose, I inhale deeply as a small whimper comes from her.
She’s squeezing her thighs together, gripping the edge of the seat.
Just the scent of her calms me down. Calm probably isn’t the right word, but I want to fight less and fuck more. Protect her, keep her safe. Some base instinct is screaming at me to fight, protect, hide her away, and make sure she has everything she needs.
I pull off the highway toward the forest. The prison is already far from the city, but I headed north in the opposite direction to home, and now I’m driving down a gravel track, pulling off to the side.
To run, to scream, to do anything except think about that sociopath behind bars.
To not think about the fact that she’ll have to face him again in just a few days at his appeal.
I turn off the engine and sit for a few seconds. There’s no noise. Nothing except for the crunch of leaves and the chirps of birds flying through the trees. Nothing except Katie’s heavy pants as she waits for me to pounce.
“I would have you run so I can chase you, but I don’t think you’ll get very far in those shoes.”
She chuckles. “You weren’t much of a Boy Scout, were you? You’re supposed to come prepared.”
“I’m buying you a pair of sneakers that we'll keep in the car.”
Her breathing hitches as her eyes darken, her lids half-closed. “I’m a size eight.”
“Noted.”
I pull the panties to my face again, her scent filling me up until I feel my cock pressing against my zipper.
“What do you need, Jonesy?”
I bend down, resting my head on the wheel. “I don’t know.”
Katie
“Push your seat back,” I murmur.
He does as I say, the chair smoothly sliding back and clicking into place.
I lean over, pulling his leather belt through the loops of his pants, taking my time to undo the button before dragging the zipper down.
“Help me, baby,” I whisper, and his frustrated eyes widen in surprise.
Not from offering to take his cock out, that was kind of obvious the second I started pawing at him.
But instead, because I called him a pet name for the second time, and this time I’m not teasing him.
He’s called me it a few times now, and it’s had this visceral effect on me.
Managing to draw me out of whatever state I’m in until I’m only focused on him.
He gave me what I needed when I could barely formulate the words of what my body was burning for. And now it’s my turn to help him.
He shifts so he can pull his pants down, his boxers too. His beautiful cock standing to attention, all for me. I lean over the console, bobbing my head over him as I swallow as much as I can.
“Jesus, Katie. Your mouth.”
He rests a hand on top of my head, stroking my hair, holding it back as he wraps it around his fist.
Each vein of his cock rubs along my tongue as I stroke each ridge, following the line right up to his tip. The salty pre-cum coats my tongue, but I know this isn’t enough. He’s angry, furious. And as much as he loves head, this isn’t going to cut it.
I pull myself off him, wiping my lips.
“Back seat now.”
Hunger flashes across his eyes, and we both scramble out of the doors, and I thank my good sense for taking Jonesy’s car today. There would be no chance of us doing this in mine.
I’m suddenly grateful for Jonesy’s size because there’s more than enough room for me to fold myself over the seats, keeping my feet balancing on tiptoes on the ground outside.
My heels slide across the gravel as I hold my ass up, the smell of leather invading my senses as I rest my cheek against the seat.
My fingers find the hem of my skirt and shuffle it up past my hips, waiting impatiently as the crunch of his boots on the gravel slowly gets louder and louder.
“Look at you, princess. So desperate for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I hiss.
“I can’t be gentle right now, Katie. I can go for a run, come back, or we can wait until later . . . let me know. But I can’t guarantee this is going to be good for you.”
I huff out a laugh. “Since when have I ever asked for gentle?”
He steps behind me, my ass high, my heels giving me the perfect height for him. I sense him grabbing his cock, and he runs it along my pussy.
“Soaked already, and I haven't even touched you. Such a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, baby.”
“You can keep calling me that, princess. I fucking love it.”
He rams into me, the sudden fullness lurching me forward, my knees buckling under his weight. But his hands are on my hips. He’s gripping me with such intensity I can feel the bruises forming already. His thrusts quicken as I soak him, the slide easy, smooth, despite his relentless pace.
“Pinch your clit for me, Katie. Do it now.”
“So bossy today.”
“Pinch your clit. Now,” he repeats, a desperate bite to his tone.
He smacks my ass hard, and my stomach tightens.
I hate how much I love this. This huge hulk of a man completely and utterly losing himself over me.
Skirt hiked up, hair disheveled, makeup smeared.
All for a man who I thought hated me. Who I thought I hated.
But even now, in his relentless pursuit of release, he’s giving me what I need.
I let out a moan as his hips flick harder against me, my fingers finding my clit, and I do as he says, pinching the tight bundle of nerves as hard as I know he would do.
He grunts behind me; his gruff, masculine moans make my skin buzz. His hot breath, the fact that we could be caught by anyone right now—hikers, a ranger, a moose. It all adds to the thrill of him thrusting into me from behind like a wild animal.
“I’m gonna fill you up, princess. My cum is going to be dripping down your thighs when I’m done. Gonna fill you so full I’m gonna put my baby in you. Then you’re going to be bound to me forever.”
I groan . . . holy Jesus, why is that so hot?
“Your belly is gonna be full with my fucking baby, Katie. Do you like that? Your pussy likes it. I can feel it throbbing around me. It’s squeezing me so tight, princess. Because it wants my cum. It wants to be filled by me. Tell me that’s what you want, Katie. Tell me now.”
“Yes, I want that. Fill me, Jacob.”
“Oh shit, baby. Shit, shit, shit, I’m coming. I need you to come with me, Katie.”
He pinches my nipples through my shirt and bra, and I completely come undone.
Waves and waves of euphoria wash through me, and I feel like I’ve left my body entirely.
His pumping, groaning, and whispered promises all become fuzzy, as if I have cotton wool in my ears.
All I have is the sudden surge of power shooting through me and his hot, wet cum now seeping down my thigh.
His thrusts slow, and he plants a kiss between my shoulder blades. His breath skating down my spine.
“Holy cannoli,” he whispers.
I try to inhale, the weight of him smothering me. “You’re crushing me.”
“Shit, sorry. God, that was intense.” He slides out, and the cool air hits my sensitive flesh like a sharp slap.
I roll over so I’m perched on the side of the chair, my feet still on the ground. Jonesy cups my cheeks, concern on his face. “You’re good, right?”
“Jonesy, I feel like I’ve been hit with a freight train's worth of orgasm, and you’re checking if I’m good? I’m more than good . . . how did you know?”
“Know what?” His thumb runs along my cheek.
“That I would like what you said? The baby thing.” I blush.
“Oh.” The tips of his ears turn a dark shade of pink. “I just couldn’t get the image out of my head. And I’m not saying I want a baby right now, or ever, if that’s not what you wanted. It’s just a fantasy thing, you know.”
“Yeah, I get it. I liked it too.” I smile shyly before we both laugh.