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“If?”
She grabs her black combat pants. “Yes, we don't know what will happen, or if this is all a ruse for Jax to set us up.”
I’ve thought about that outcome multiple times on the way back to the academy. But I have this strange sense that Jax isn't lying. I know shit about this man, but my gut is never wrong. Just like I know it's not wrong about the way Anita has been distant. But that's a conversation for after we make it out of this mission. “He’s eager to find her, which is more than understandable. He seems he would do anything to find her, even if it that meant working beside that fucker.”
A strange tug ropes in my chest, and I imagine myself in his shoes. I would scorch the earth until there is nothing but ashes and bones if that were my daughter. I would do anything in my power to get her back, even if that meant selling my soul.
Thankfully, that’ll never be me. Kids aren't on my agenda.
Anita flips her hair over her shoulder as she puts her feet through her pants. “A father on a mission.” She goes quiet for a second, looking forward, and I take another look at her as her lips purse and eyes drift down. Until she sucks in a tight breath, and switches as if that little moment never happened. “Either way, if he pulls anything sneaky, I’m blowing his head off his shoulders.”
I don't touch on what happened, and where did she drift off to? Because soon, I would know more about her and everything that led her to this world. Instead, I crack an evil grin. “Well, there's our plan Z.”
“More like—” She grunts, raising her jeans over her luscious thighs. I can't help myself and reach over and skim my finger over her thigh before she covers it.She’s so damn soft.
“Plan B,” she finishes breathlessly. I only move to her stomach, flattening my palm on it, getting an even smoother layer of her velvety skin and hard abs. I squeeze gently as she lifts her hips to finish putting her pants on. Her muscles tense under my touch, and I continue higher in a daze, reaching for her breast while keeping my eyes on the dark road. I drag my teeth over my lip as my cock hardens even more when I cup her soft breast in my hand. The lacy fabric doesn't stop me from enjoying how succulent, warm, and perfect her tit feels in my hand. A silent moan escapes past her lips, and I give it a light squeeze, then glue my thumb over her hard nipple. Fuck. A throaty growl comes out, and I reach to the other side with a greedy force, playing and teasing her hard nub, squeezing it between my fingers. Her heart thumps heavy against my arm, and her thighs squeeze together.
I want to lick them as soon as I can. I miss the feel of her body under me.
I want nothing more than to save those kids, make it out safely, torture the fuck out of Victor, then find myself confined in her space where I feel the most at peace.
My throat tightens, and I wantmore. With urgency, I skate down to the buttons she just fastened, and I reach into her pants to touch her hot pussy. I wonder if she’s as wet as I am hard.
She shudders and flops back down into her seat, and that allows my fingers to push in between her slick folds. A throaty groan rises in my throat when I find her pussy moist and slick. “Damn, you’re soaking, sweetness.”
Anita gasps, and I can feel her clench around my fingers; she grabs onto my arm when I plunge in deeper. “Now, now.” She pulls my hand, removing it before I can finger fuck her while I drive. “Be a good boy.”
My dick jerks from her statement, and I lift my fingers to my nose and sniff her decadent scent, her wetness glistening from them. “You know I’ll never be good.”
She reaches for her hair, gathering it all back and placing three parts in it as she eyes me through her thick lashes. My eyes dim while I suck my glistening fingers into my mouth, her pussy extract is like my favorite candy. Her pheromones fill my nose, flaming my endorphins, and giving me that high I need and crave. Her sweet, musky cunt teasing my pallet, making my mouth water even more. I feel the need to grab her throat and pull her in for a kiss, despite me driving. I keep my hands to myself like agood boywould do. I drag my eyes back to the road before I crash into a tree. “I’ll be good.” I grin.
“For now.”
Chapter 21
Anita