Page 24 of Jager's Prey
Using that hold, I pulled her lips from mine. “You don’t want to kiss me like that right now.”
“Did I misread what—”
“No.” My voice cracked. “But all I want to do is throat you onto this bed and I can’t.”
Jager reached down to the front of my pants and grabbed me. I held my breath and closed my eyes.
“Do you see what you’ve done?” I asked.
Still holding her by the throat, I pulled her hand from my arousal and eased my hips away from her.
I pulled her lips back to mine and kissed her deeply.
“Later, if you still want to kiss me like that—I’ll let you. But right now, my control is fading.” I wanted to kiss her again. “You should run.”
Arin “Jager” Chioma
Mack’s kisseskept me awake. Though I wanted to go to him and crawl into his arms, I didn’t. I couldn’t depend on his arms to comfort me when I felt lost, like I was drifting. I rolled one way, then the next.
I sat up.
I flopped to my back.
Later I tried kneeling with my face into the pillow—nothing worked. Eventually, I climbed out of the bed and checked on Cage. He was asleep with a leg hanging out of the bed. Shaking my head, I entered and lifted his foot back to the bed then pulled the sheets up to his shoulders.
Once I turned the lights out, I stood at the door watching him sleep, wondering if I was cut out to be a mother. Sure, I wasn’t good with children, but would it be different if that child was mine?
Shaking my head, I stepped out and pulled the door up behind me.
My next stop was to check on Mack. He was standing at the window, staring out into the darkness. I knocked gently.
“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked him.
“No.” Mack replied. “I don’t sleep much, if I’m being honest.”
I walked into the room to stand beside him.
“Are you here for me, or are you just here because you wanted to check on me?”
“I wanted to check on you.”
Mack hung his head for a moment. I could almost feel the disappointment radiating off him.
“I checked my leg. The swelling is going down.” He announced. “It’s not sore anymore, so that’s a plus.”
“Mm.” I barely replied. “I’m going to check outside then go back to bed. You should try sleeping.”
He said nothing, nor did he look at me. I paused for a spell, hoping he’d turn those beautiful eyes to be. But he didn’t and I left the room, closed the door behind me and wandered outside.
My mood had been irreparably altered.
I wandered outside looking for a fight. The tension in me needed a release.
Many years ago, the army counselor told me I had abandonment issues. That wasn’t something I needed anyone to tell me. She also told me that was the reason my solo missions went so well, while the team ones tend to turn into a shit throwing contest. She told me I would need to trust someone one day, that I would have to need someone in order to be able to exhale.
But I called bullshit.
Now, as I thought about the way I felt about Mack, the things that were going through me for him, I was beginning to see what she meant. But even then, even with that realization that she’d been right, something inside me still fought it.
