Page 58 of Rules of Engagement

We barely make it out the door before Jocko's kissing the fuck out of my mouth and making my knees so weak, I can’t walk. His lips leave my mouth to nibble, trailing kisses to my ear, whispering, “Trust me” right before he lifts me off my feet. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck as he carries me around the side of the building. As he walks, he unzips his pants. In the darkness, he pins me against the brick wall then rams his erection inside as his mouth consumes my moans. To my shock, four full, hard, jolting thrusts make me cum all over him. Four more, and he cums inside me. We slump against the wall. His breath blowing my hair, tickling my neck, teasing my ear.

“My God,” I mumble.

“Shh.” He blows.

Then he leans back and pulls his shirt off over his head. The faintness of the light casts deep shadows along his bulging muscles as they ripple. “My god,” I whisper, and I nearly cum again, just looking at him.

He kisses my lips, gently, barely brushing his tongue along my teeth, right before he positions his shirt between my legs and eases me down. Then he wraps his arms around me, and I drink in the essence of Jocko. His musk's intoxicating, and I feel tipsy all over again.

After a minute, he backs away, and I clean our juices off with his shirt. He takes it from me, sticks the hem in the back of his jeans while I straighten my dress. Then we hold hands and walk to my car.

Driving back to the hotel, he reclines the seat all the way back, folds his arms over his chest, tucking his hands in so they don't slip out, and assures me, “I’m just resting my eyes.”

“Umm-hmm.”

At the traffic light, I marvel at how serenely beautiful his features are when his larger than life personality isn’t playing across them. His arched brows frame heavily lashed eyes, and his nose has a slight curve, which can only mean it's been broken before. Then there are those perfect, sculpted lips that mine love to kiss. I marvel at how quickly I've fallen head over heels in love now that I've stopped fighting the attraction.

A car honks a short burst bringing me back to reality. Easing into traffic, Jocko asks, “You good, Juicy?”

“Yes, Jocko. I’m good.”

He chuckles as he drifts off to sleep again, “Yes. You are. You are very good.”

When I turn the blinker on at The Cottages, he doesn’t move. He's sound asleep. Making the turn at his building, the headlights shine on two men walking across the parking lot, and they stare at me as I drive by. The hair on the back of my neck rises, but I ignore it. I’m with Jocko, and I don’t need to be afraid.

I turn into the empty parking spot in front of the suite. Taking the keycard from the center console, as quiet and as quickly as I can, I open the car door and step out, then push it shut, but I don’t latch it. I push it just tight enough to turn the interior lights off.

Leaving the car running so Jocko doesn’t wake up, I walk to the door of his suite to get Lucifer myself. The two dudes are now walking toward me down the sidewalk in front of the rooms, and they whistle, then say something vulgar. The only word I can make out is “pussy,” but their tone and intent are defiant and frightening.

Ignoring them but trying to get in the room as quickly as possible before they arrive, I focus on sliding the keycard into the slot. I hit the hole, and it slips in. Right when the green lights and the latch unlocks, they swarm me—one on each side. One pushes the handle down, and the other shoves me against it. The scream that escapes is smothered by the sound of my body slamming against the door.

There's a split second of sheer terror when I realize how bad this situation is. Then I hear the car door open, and a deep, menacing voice behind us says, “Let her go, or I will fuck you up!”

A knife blade flashes as my head is jerked back by my hair and the cold steel presses against my throat. My heartbeat pounding in my ears drowns out all ambient noises, but I hear, “Stay back, or I'll cut her,” as the door swings open.

The ominous voice commands. “Stay.”

“That’s right. Stay back, you worthless piece of shit.” The dude with the knife boasts as he pushes me inside.

I’m spun around to face the door as the other dude tries to slam it.

A massive man fills the frame, grabs him, and snatches him back out.

He squeals like a terrified coward.

The door bangs shut.

The room goes dark.

The ominous voice commands. “Guard Alert.”

There is no sound.

No barking.

No snarling.

Nothing.

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