Page 87 of A Captive Situation

I couldn’t quite hit the right way, not fully, but with a slight growl in my ear, Jake moved and he got the exact right angle.

I bit down on my lip, trying to smother my groan.

“No,” he said sharply. His lips moved over mine, not letting me bite down. He sucked where my teeth had just been, and I felt like I was going to combust because that felt so good too.

Too soon, the pressure exploded. The waves throbbed through me. I rested my forehead on his shoulder, riding them out.

His dick was still hard, the bulge pressed up and into me through our clothes, but he didn’t make any move to relieve himself. He continued holding me until I drifted back to reality, raising my head back and blinking past the haze.

He was watching me, his eyes heated.

Oh . . .

We were in public and I—embarrassment flooded me until Jake’s mouth was on mine again. Hard. Demanding. He clipped out, “Whatever you’re fucking thinking, stop. That was the best goddamn thing to experience.” He gave me another kiss before turning and looking to the side. He cursed. “Can you move? Are you steady?”

I nodded, still reeling from what I’d just done and where.

“Good,” he grunted, giving me a firm kiss on the forehead. “We need to move.”

He stepped back, easing me down until I was standing on my feet. When I was solid enough, I gave him a nod. He took my hand, threading our fingers together, and led the way through the pub once again.

We were moving to the back.

“Baby.” A drunk guy grabbed my arm. His beer breath accosted me as he pressed up against me. “How about you and me take a trip to the bathr—” He choked off his words because in the next instant, Jake took his arm and shoved him back, going with him until he was slammed into the nearest wall. A bunch of people scattered, jumping out of the way. They weren’t happy. Some were shaking off their drinks that had been spilled.

Jake didn’t pay them attention. He was all in that guy’s space, bending down, leaning over him. His shirt was pulled taut over his back, showing just how rigid he was.

I blinked, all of it happened so fast, but I took a step to the side and blanched.

The guy’s eyes were wide, panicked. I saw why.

Jake had his gun out, pressed underneath the guy’s jawline.

Whatever he was saying, it had an effect. The guy swallowed nervously, his eyes darting from Jake to where he could feel the gun. He began nodding, his eyes begging, until Jake shoved him back.

I moved in, instinct telling me to touch him.

As I did, saying his name, he turned for me.

I almost took a step back at seeing his expression. Jake was stone cold.

In that moment, he was every bit of the killer that I knew he could be.

I didn’t think this was his police academy training. A premonition fell over me, like a shadow that coated me. I knew, somehow, maybe it was a gut feeling, but I just knew that this was the face of the training he mentioned from his childhood.

What had happened to him?

Chapter Thirty-One

Jake

When that guy touched Sawyer, blind rage took over. I would’ve killed him.Mine.He touched what was mine, and that was not going to stand. But, fuck, feeling the guy shaking in my hold, I remembered where we were.

I’d slipped back to the past. My uncle’s voice was in my head. Different targets my uncle had me kill flashed in my mind, one after the other.

Fuck. I thought all that was buried deep in me.

“Jake.” That was Sawyer. Her hands took one of mine, threading our fingers.

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