2. Jax
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JAX
W hat the fuck did we get ourselves into? Yes, we planned this. We went in there knowing we were going to leave with her. The part I didn’t plan for was her being so… so… everything.
Patrick has been boasting about his virgin bride around town. We figured this was the perfect time to take something from him, to finally get revenge for what he did to us. I know he doesn’t actually care for her; he only wants her for her beauty and innocence. He wants her as a prize, to show her off as his perfect little trophy wife.
We only have one problem now. The plan was to let her go. Give her money to start a new life somewhere, but one look at her pouty lips and her defiant eyes makes me question everything. Instead of letting her go, all I can think about is keeping her for myself.
Even with this ugly off-white dress straight out of the eighties, she is hands down the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
It takes us over an hour to get to the safe house. I spend every minute of it studying her, learning every facial expression, and memorizing every curve of her slender body as I fantasize about peeling that dress off her.
“We’re almost there,” Mark announces from the front seat. I meet his eyes in the rearview mirror and see the same uncertainty I’m feeling reflecting back at me.
“Where is there ?” Anna asks, trying to peek between the front seats out of the windshield.
“A safe house you can stay in for a while.”
“On my own?” she questions.
“That was the plan.” I lean forward, wanting to be closer to her, hoping to get another whiff of her flowery perfume that has my mouth watering.
“Was?” Her perfectly shaped eyebrows raise.
“Maybe it’s better if we stay here with you for a bit.” I must be losing my mind because I swear I see excitement flickering in her pale blue eyes.
“Are you going to wear a mask the whole time?”
“No. I told you. I’ll lose my mask as soon as your dress is off.” I can’t help but grin when I see her cheeks turn a hue of pink. She lowers her head, letting strands of her golden blonde hair fall into her face like she is trying to hide from me.
Oh, baby, there is no hiding.
The van comes to a stop, announcing our arrival. Mark kills the engine and turns his body to look at us. “You gonna walk into the house, or do we have to carry you in?”
“I’ll walk.”
“If you’re thinking about running, don’t bother. We’re out in the middle of nowhere, and you won’t get far. Besides, we won’t hurt you,” I assure her.
She still doesn’t look convinced, and when she pulls off her high heels before inching closer to the door, I’m sure she is going to try to run anyway.
Mark walks around the van and pulls the back door open, and bright sunshine filters in, making me squint my eyes as I watch Anna scoot along the side to the door until her feet hang out. Her feet touch the grass, and Mark takes a step to the side to give her some space. Just as I expected, she takes that as an invitation to dash away from us.
“Of course she isn’t listening.” Mark rolls his eyes and leans against the side of the van. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he doesn’t make a move to run after her. I guess it’s up to me.
I give her a thirty-second head start, watching her wavy blonde hair sparkling like spun gold in the sunlight. Then I jump out of the van and take off after her. She is much shorter than me, making it easy to catch up to her with my much longer strides.
As soon as I get close enough, I tackle her, turning my body in midair, so I hit the ground, and she lands on top of me. The fall knocks the wind out of me, but I manage to hold on to her body, trying to wiggle out of my arms. Her sweet floral scent hits me full force, and my cock twitches against my zipper. If it wasn’t for the few inches of fabric between us, I’m sure she’d feel me rubbing against her perk ass.
“Stop! I said we are not going to hurt you.” I tighten my arms around her a little bit further, and a few moments later, she finally relaxes in my hold.
“Fine! Let me go, and I’ll walk into the house.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she huffs.
I release her, and she scrambles off me. She heads toward the house without looking back at me, stomping away like an angry child. I get up and follow her. Mark is already at the door, unlocking it when she brushes past him, almost knocking him out of the way.
Her spirit has me grinning under my mask, and more than ever, I’m glad we took her today.
I think this is going to be more fun than I thought.