Page 86 of Defiant
I dropped my backpack on the floor once we arrived in his apartment, squirming out of my hoodie and letting it fall on top of the bag while Jacob worked on re-locking his multiple locks.
His wide, strong chest let out a rumble as he finally turned to me, shrugging off his coat and hanging it on the rack near the door. “You want to tell me what the fuck is wrong, or should I start guessing?” When I looked at him, when I gave him an unimpressed look, he added, “And don’t try to say nothing’s wrong. I can tell just by looking at you something happened.”
I rubbed my arms, averting my gaze to the floor. “Did you hear about what happened over the weekend in the park?”
Jacob stepped closer to me, blocking out most everything with his body. A slightly-wrinkled button-up shirt, paired with dark pants that hugged his legs a little too well, no belt necessary. His normally stubble-ridden jaw was freshly shaved, which I thought odd. The man was not well-known for his self-care.
Even half-put-together as he was, he looked good. It really wasn’t a wonder why I’d fallen for him, in between the grouchiness and the swearwords.
“I heard about the kids that were attacked, yeah,” Jacob said, nodding. His light eyes held my stare, refusing to release his hold on me. “What about them? Did you know them?”
“They were the ones who tried to rape me in the locker room,” I muttered, feeling cold. So cold. Talking about those guys while knowing they were dead—and one was still currently fighting for his life in the hospital—made me feel so conflicted. It was wrong to be okay with their deaths, even more wrong to wish it upon Ryan in the hospital, and yet it was like, now that I knew the truth, now that I knew Dante had done it and that Vaughn was in on it, I couldn’t stop myself.
I was glad they were gone. I was happy I didn’t have to worry about them anymore, didn’t have to try to come up with something to get back at them. Really, what was there to do, how could you get back at someone for an attempted rape?
Rape was one of the worst crimes there was, anyway. It involved forcing yourself upon another, not caring what the outcome would be. Pregnancy, mental scarring, PTSD, the list went on and on and the attacker would go on living their life without a care in the world while the victim would be forever changed.
Was I trying to make it okay in my head? Was I trying to explain away Dante’s psychotic behavior and Vaughn’s purposeful deceit? Maybe.
Jacob’s hard expression softened after I told him who they were, and he closed the distance between us, wrapping those strong, steady arms around me and pulling me into his chest. He held me there for a long while, saying nothing, resting his cheek on my head as he simply breathed.
I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to his warmth and the way his chest rose and fell against my face.
“I don’t know if I should tell you I’m sorry or that those fuckers got what was coming to them,” Jacob whispered. “I don’t believe in karma, but sometimes the world does get back at those who fuck others over.”
He was not too good at comfort, but I didn’t care. The important thing was I felt safe here, in his arms, even if it was a little wrong. Even if Jacob and I never should’ve met, never should’ve gotten together.
Jacob was sluggish in letting me go, holding me at arm’s length as he asked, “What do you want to do? Do you want me to drive you home? I can see about ordering some dinner, if you want—” He stopped when I shook my head.
I reached for one of his hands, turning and pulling him along, saying nothing as I led him to the hallway, to the first door on the left. His bedroom. His fingers tightened around mine, and I tossed him a look. “I want to forget about everything, just for a little while.” Still holding his hand, I pulled us toward the bed.
He spun me, holding onto my hips, the back of my legs feeling the side of his mattress. His sheets were undone, as they always were. He was never trying to impress me, never trying to be more than who he was. Maybe that’s why I’d practically fallen head over heels for the man—he was real. He was so much more real than the majority of people in this God-forsaken town.
“I can do that,” he whispered, his nose brushing against mine mere moments before his lips came crashing down. Fighting what was between us was pointless now; we both knew it. Why fight when giving in felt so right? So good?
My mind shut off as Jacob pushed me back onto the bed. The only reason his mouth released its hold on mine was so he could help me out of my clothes and my boots. I returned the favor, unbuttoning his shirt button by button, every so often meeting his eyes, seeing the fire resting there. He was hungry for me; he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. No more trying to be better than who we were.
He went to his dresser, retrieving a condom to slip on over his thick, hard length. Within moments his naked body blocked out everything else, his muscles pinning me down as his knees knocked mine apart to spread them. I saw nothing else but his rugged, handsome face as he pushed into me, knew nothing other than the feeling of his cock filling me up in ways nothing else could.
Make me forget. Make me feel alive. Make me feel all of the things Midpark was trying to suffocate.
My eyelids closed as my back arched, my body rocking along with every thrust of his hips, my chest heaving with panted breaths as he did just that. My nails found his back, and I dragged them down, digging the tips into his flesh and causing him to shudder above me. Such a big, strong man. Such a rough, wild man who came undone for me.
Jacob’s hips jerked, his cock filling me up over and over. My heart raced in my chest, my skin growing hot instantly. It was like the flick of a switch; I wanted more. I wanted everything and then some. I was insatiable, never full, always greedy and grasping.
“Harder,” I begged.
And the man obliged.
He rocked into me so hard I swore the air was forcibly pushed from my lungs. The thrusts of his cock made me see stars. My hands now gripped the sides of his lower back, feeling the trembling muscles there, and I knew with every grunt of the wide chest above me, he was inching closer to his peak.
“More,” I cried out, digging my nails into his skin.
Jacob fucked me like a soldier, though he did growl out, “You make me want to lose it when you beg.” His strong, muscular arms blocked out the world around my head, the only thing propping his torso up as he pumped into me with a gusto that no one else could ever hope to match. He fucked me like a man who had finally gotten what was his, like a man who’d been bereft of all physical pleasure for years and was at last rediscovering what it felt like to lose himself in the passion of the moment.
I could feel the pressure growing inside, the liquid heat searing in my core. My inner walls clenched around his length, and I let out a low moan when the pleasure became too much. An orgasm ripped through me like a violent tide, causing my toes to clench and my hands to tighten on his back. I wasn’t quiet about it; I let the sound out, unhindered. I floated on cloud-nine, lost in a sea of bliss.
The man on top of me practically roared when he came, his thick body trembling as his thrusting grew quick and successive, as his cum filled the condom instead of me. He was a sight to behold through half-open eyes, all muscles and sweat.
