Page 98 of A Captive Situation

“Jake,” I panted, my head resting against his shoulder.

“Don’t do that again for me, babe. I couldn’t handle it if you got hurt.”

I was never going to agree to that, and when he slowed in his thrusts, he could sense the resistance in me. “Fuck,” he cursed, but then he rested his forehead under my shoulder blades. His hands moved to hold me on both sides of my hips, and he thundered into me.

My release crashed inside of me, exploding, and I screamed from the power of it. It ripped me in half, making even my toes curl. My entire body lifted up from its ferocity. Then, as I was a shaking mess, all the strength in me gave out from my climax. The aftershocks continued to wash over me in waves. Jake gave in himself, fucking me fast and hard, holding me in place for himself.

I squeezed him, and he erupted inside of me. A roar came from him. He lifted me in place, pressing both of us against the wall, and he kept moving in me, drawing out the last of both of our releases.

I was out of breath, and my mind was scrambled, but that was some of the best sex I would ever have in my life.

I wanted to do it again.

Jake slowly eased out of me and my knees buckled. I slid down the shower wall, but his arm held me in place, still wrapped around my waist. He picked me up, carrying me to the bed.

“Jake, the bed. I’ll soak it.”

“I don’t care.” He laid me down but disappeared, going back into the bathroom and returning with some towels. Spreading them out on the mattress, he moved me over them, joining me. As soon as he did, he tugged me into his arms.

His head lifted, nuzzling into my neck before he breathed me in. “You smell like cupcakes.”

I grinned against his chest, lovingthis. “That must be my natural scent because your girlfriend’s shampoo was some tea-smelling stuff.”

His arms tightened around me. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

I propped my chin on his chest, stretching languidly over him. “Then what is she to you?”

“Laila was a hookup that I kept going back to because she was convenient.” He tilted my chin up. “She’s the past.” A different expression switched over his face, tightening in regret. “But you do need to know that I am divorced.”

I tensed. He’d beenmarried?

He frowned, feeling that. “What’s going on in your head?”

I shook my head. “You were married?” I hesitated, then saw where my nails had cut into him. I smoothed a hand over them. They were my mark, just as he had marked me. A satisfied feeling of possessiveness rose in me.Good.I liked seeing my mark on him.

He ran his thumb over his mark on me as well, but he was frowning, and I knew his mind had slipped away to what he needed to tell me.

“I—”

His eyes fell to mine, growing clear again. “What?”

“I found a picture.” I bit down on my bottom lip. What if I shouldn’t bring that up? What if I was opening a door to a vault that should’ve been left locked up? But he told me that he was divorced ...

“Stop that.” He touched my lip, making me release my lip. “I told you. If someone bites you, it’s me. It’s only me.” He leaned down, his mouth fusing with mine.

I breathed him in, and breathed in the kiss. If we could be like this forever? I wanted that. Except not with the kidnapped girl. Let’s work toward not kidnapping people.

He nipped me one last time before lifting his head. “You found a picture?”

My heart speared, but I just asked him. “Do you have kids?”

His eyes held mine a moment before he nodded. “I have a boy.”

“You have a son?” He was his son. I’d been right. My mouth went soft, remembering the picture I found. “How old?”

“He’s seventeen.”

I pushed up. “How old were you when you had him?”

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