Page 5 of Midnight Torment

“Maybe you should, and then both of us wouldn’t be lying in cold and lonely beds contemplating how to achieve an orgasm alone.”

“Baby, I’ve seen your impressive vibrator collection. The only thing you need to contemplate is what colour to choose.”

I wanted to be scandalised and protest, but I had had a few sneaky orgasms because I was bored and frustrated. His voice on the other end of the phone wasn’t enough to ease the ache he created. I needed him with an intensity that burned through me every single day. Those three years apart, that flame had smouldered inside me in a low burn that refused to wither and die. When he stepped back into my life, it combusted into a raging inferno that threatened to consume me.

“I picked the pink one with rotating beads,” I said, and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. “Although it never quite scratches my itch like your piercings.”

“Hmmm.” Jordan said, grinding his hips into mine. “I’m glad you appreciate me.”

“Oh, baby, I fully appreciate your cock every single day. He puts all my vibrators to shame.” My hand slipped between us and I squeezed his meaty length. “He stretches me in all the right ways.”

His indignant pout made me giggle. “You’re objectifying me.”

My hand stroked up and down. “And what an object.”

His mouth descended on mine, snatching all my attention and stoking that flame even higher deep in my stomach. Jordan scrambled my senses and I lost myself in his kiss. Our lips and mouths moved in perfect symmetry, our tongues massaging each other’s. Sex was intimate, but kisses like this touched your soul. They spoke a language that only love understood.

My arms snaked around his neck, my fingers lodging in his hair at his nape, my nails scratching him. This man owned every part of me. He had from the first moment he walked into that room with me kneeling on that cushion.

His kisses drugged me and I was a willing addict to him. My body wrapped around him, and his body sank into mine until we were one person lost in a kiss that scorched my soul. We writhed together in this moment, our hands roaming, our mouths questioning, our hearts beating in an ancient tribal beat of desire.

His phone rang in the distance, trying to summon him like a siren coaxing my lover away. He cursed, pushing himself up on one arm, emotions darkening his grey eyes.

“Yeah?” He paused, his gaze boring into mine. “What do you mean Grampa is in hospital? Yeah, I’m on my way.”

I didn’t even ask if I was going. Instead, I silently changed from my vest top and leggings into something more suitable, dragging my unruly hair back into a high ponytail.

“Stay here, at least I know that Zee and Ash will keep you safe,” Jordan said, his tone low.

“Nope. My place is at your side. I don’t care about a threat, all I care about is you.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

He looked ready to argue with me, but his face fell and he dragged in deep breaths. “Ready?”

“Yep.” I grabbed my handbag because every woman had enough in her bag to face a near apocalyptic event. I was no exception. I may not be the strongest fighter in Jordan’s army, but the weight in that bag alone could floor an enemy with one well aimed hit.

“Everything okay?” Ash asked since he was entering the house as we were leaving.

“Grampa is in hospital. I’m heading there now,” Jordan replied.

“Need us with you? Did this come from a trusted source?” Ash’s words scared me. Who would lie about an elderly man in hospital?

“Yeah, Emma rang me. She’s with him now.”

Ash nodded. “Keep us informed. We’ll be close by if you need us.”

This was what shocked me about the guys more than anything. They had a bond stronger than family, a loyalty that never dwindled, and a code that they all upheld. If Ash said they would be close by, it wouldn’t surprise me if they were in the hospital carpark.

Jordan drove like a demon on his way back to Hell. The car almost spun around the corners and my feet embedded themselves in the footwell, my nails clinging to the side of the seat, even as my ass tried to sucker itself to the seat.

He skidded to a halt, slamming the car into the nearest parking space. My legs wobbled under me and my hand shook, but I refused to show anything other than support right now. My hand found his as he prowled across the carpark toward the hospital entrance.

Emma was in a waiting area with white walls and black seats. She sat twisting her hands on her lap.

“What happened?” Jordan asked, his grip tightening to squeeze my fingers.

“They were in a car crash on the way home. The other car came from nowhere and left the scene.” A tear slipped down her cheek.

“Where is he?” Jordan’s voice was low and filled with pain.

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