Page 83 of Beautiful Soldier

I reach out, gripping Jacob’s dick, stroking him until his body clenches. He pulls me forward, lines us up, and then plunges inside of me. My mouth falls open at how thick he is. “Fuck, Jacob. Oh, God.”

“I’ve waited for this. I’ve wanted this.”

I open my eyes to find Johnny lifting the camera. I tilt my head up and then wrap my hands in Jacob’s hair as he pumps inside me. Short pumps, testing. As if he’s unsure still.

I wrap my legs around him and pull him toward me. He grinds against my clit, and the moan that escapes me encourages him.

“You feel fucking fantastic.”

I’m lost for words. I’m surprised there’s enough room for Magnum to bury himself inside me. I can barely move against him without pleasure ripping through me at the spot he’s reaching.

Johnny moves to the side, cell phone still raised. I must be into dirty shit because my body ratchets higher and an orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I hold on to Jacob as a scream tears through me, my walls clenching around him.

He pulls back to watch me, which I don’t notice until I’m spent. But the look he’s giving me, warms my body. “That was beautiful,” he murmurs, reaching out to move a stray hair off my face.

He goes to pull out, but I tighten my hold on him. “What are you doing?”

He glances to the side, eyeing our watch party. “Are we good with pictures?”

Johnny drops his hand and licks his lips. His irises are huge, a telltale sign he’s aroused. “I took a lot. I’ll have to go through them to pick the perfect ones.”

Jacob smiles and kisses my nose. “You did good, beautiful.”

He tries to pull out again, but I hold him there. “Then this is about us,” I say. “That’s done, and now it’s about us.”

He untangles my legs around him and pulls out. He feathers his thumb over the line of my jaw. “Not right now. Not here.”

He removes the empty condom and steps back.

“Jacob,” I call after him. “I want you to come.”

His jaw tightens, and he moves forward. The look he gives me holds me in place. Johnny steps back, giving us space. “One day, I’ll come inside you. One day, I’ll lose control, but today’s not that day, beautiful girl. Trust me, I want to. You felt too fucking good. I could’ve lost myself, but what kind of man would that make me? You deserve better.” He kisses my forehead before walking away, stiff cock still hanging out as he moves to pick up his clothes. “Let’s get Jiko back out here and wrap this up.”

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Johnny goes through the pictures. Magnum and I refuse to look at them, but I trust him to pick out ones that simultaneously show what we were doing, but also don’t show anything too revealing. Johnny’s smart. He’s been living in this world a lot longer than me, so he knows what will appease his dad and what won’t.

Jiko is only allowed to see the pictures Johnny wants him to send to his dad. The others, he deletes off his phone. He taps Jiko’s phone against his palm as he eyes his friend. If that’s what we’re still calling him. “Send him the pictures and then call and tell him it’s done. Play the part,” he warns Jiko before tossing him back his phone.

Johnny loops his arm around mine and leads me from the room. I still can’t believe we’re just letting Jiko get away with this. He’s the whole reason we had to do that. He takes me straight to the elevator while Mag lags behind. He nods at the guards, and I doubt any one of them even realize the shit that just went down in that room. They’re just there to make sure there’s no outside threat. The threats are inside though. Hell, they’re on the outside too. They’re coming at me from everywhere.

“Take care of him,” Magnum says, right before Johnny lets us into my apartment and shuts the door behind us. He leans his forehead against the wood, smashing his fist into the door several times, yelling at nothing and everything at the same time. The roar that comes from his mouth squeezes my stomach until it feels as if it’s in a blender.

I grab his arm, holding it back so he doesn’t do any damage. “Babe,” I say, voice cracking. He turns toward me, and the fissures in his exterior aren’t the only things bleeding through. His eyes tell me all the heartache he feels underneath.

I thread my fingers through his and lead him into the bathroom. Gingerly, I undress him. First taking off his blood-dripped white shirt and then his pants. Stains of crimson have leaked through the fabric and brushed his beautiful skin in copper. I turn to start the shower and then undress myself under his intense stare.

This gang life is a rollercoaster. One moment, I’m being threatened with rape. The next Magnum has me by the pussy, and now, I’m dealing with a bomb about to detonate, and I’m fairly sure whenever Johnny combusts, it won’t be pretty.

Sticking my hand into the shower spray, I check the temperature and then step in myself, dragging Johnny in after me. Water just this side of scalding cascades down our bodies. I move him into the spray. Water sluices off him, tingeing pink as it swirls down the drain. “How’s your face?”

“Hurts like a bitch,” he says, reaching his hand up to touch it gingerly.

“It’s swollen,” I tell him, inspecting it now that the blood is running off.

He shrugs. He said it wasn’t the first time he’s been beaten that bad, and I wholeheartedly believe it, but I’m anxious to ask him when? Why? How long ago?

Johnny dips his dark hair back into the spray, running his long fingers through it. We switch positions afterward, and I let the water run all over me, coating me in more warmth. It isn’t just Johnny’s heated gaze setting fire to my skin, it’s the water, too.

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