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“No, thank you. I’m good.”
“Fair enough,” he says with a chuckle. He adjusts his pace and toys with my clit and one of my nipples in rhythm with his fucking. I sink further into the bed as my limbs give out. He wasn’t joking. That delicious pleasure tightens into a knot that has me crying out when it bursts. Jack fucks me through the longest orgasm I’ve ever had while I plot ways to kill him. I hate how his moan makes me tingle as he fills me once more.
He falls back on the bed in all his nude glory. “Now, I want to cuddle.”
I glare at him with something smart on my lips, but he arches a brow and silently challenges me to voice my thoughts.
Since I can’t muster a nice way to say “hell to the naw, get the fuck out of my face,” I sigh and snuggle up next to him, and he pulls me into a hug. The sicko smiles, closes his eyes and falls asleep.
Chapter 11
Arden
I must have dozed off as well because I open my eyes and realize we’re still in bed. Espen still sleeps like he isn’t an entire asshole. Gingerly, I reach for my phone and head to the bathroom. After a quick shower to clean up Jack’s mess, I pull up my texts.
Me: Did you know Espen is Jack?
Jack is still sleeping once I return to the room, so I climb back in bed so the crazy man can sleep longer.
Mack: Nope. Not until Deacon told me after you left.
Me: YOU COULDN’T TEXT OR SEND A SMOKE SIGNAL?
Mack: Guess what? Espen is Jack.
Me: Imma beat your ass. On a more serious note. COME GET ME!
Mack: I knew you were alright. Listen, I know you spent a lot of sophomore year staring at Jack, but there’s this class called Science class. They cover major things like...um...weather for example. All the white stuff you see is called snow. Not the crack you’re used to smoking. There’s a blizzard (another science word you probably missed). I cannot leave my house.
Me: He’s evil. He’s holding me hostage with his dick. Like every time I say something threatening or insulting, he fucks me.
Mack: Someone needs to pray for your pussy because you’re rude. I have no idea how you’re going to survive. Or you can not be an asshole. Try that.
Me: What’s stuck up your ass?
Mack: You’re over there with your cuddle buddy and haven’t looked at the date. It sucks, and I’m mad that it sucks.
Me: First, I don’t have a cuddle buddy. I was kidnapped. Second, that bitch can still catch these hands. Your dumbass ex doesn’t deserve for you to be upset on what would have been your anniversary. I’m just happy you didn’t consider going back to her.
Mack: My dick would rather die. You weren’t kidnapped. You broke in and are “suffering the consequences”
Me: Aren’t you supposed to be on my side? And I didn’t forget about that crack comment.
Mack: Shut up. Once you get past your anger, you’ll find you’re exactly where you want to be.
Me: You shut up.
Mack: I love you, too. Jerk.
Me: I’ll check on you later.
“Tell Mack I said ‘hello.’” Jack’s voice almost makes me drop my damn phone. Now this dude is awake.
I turn to look at him, and he blinks like he’s the picture of innocence. Since it’s still before noon, I opt to be neutral.
“Morning.” It’s clipped, but it’s not rude. I’m still mad at him for not acknowledging my feelings.
That damn smirk appears again because he knows my greeting is full of shit. I hope he can’t read minds because I’m cursing the ice bastard out in my head. He stretches to his full height. Oh, those back muscles... Speaking of muscles, my poor lady parts don’t want no smoke. Jack disappears for a moment then returns fully clothed.
