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Chapter Thirty-One

Quinn

Gabriel and Eve dropped me back home then disappeared, looking purposeful. I’ve been staring at my special phone all night, but nothing has come through. I don’t dare call Jacob in case I make his phone ring right when he’s sneaking up on the bad guy, like some idiot in a movie.

I curl up on the sofa, covered in blankets, to wait.

My ass is screaming, but even so, I can’t find it in myself to be mad at Jacob. Even in the short time I’ve been with him, I know how much he loves his grandad. I even feel guilty about wrecking his dumb sports memorabilia. If something has happened to Jacob’s grandad, it’ll destroy him. Just like the crash did me.

In the quiet hours of the night, I finally let myself think about Marlowe. Now that she’s improving, I can think of her without guilt sending me to grab a bottle. If she’s okay, it makes all this worth something. Becoming Jacob’s slave gave me something in return. Something aside from a red, raw ass and memories that make me want to curl up in a ball and fucking die.

Did anyone realize what Jacob was doing to me under that table? Are they laughing about it right now? I’ve never been shy, but even I have limits, and he seems to know exactly where they are. He loves to push me past them.

You asked for it, though.

That voice again. I shift about, finding a comfortable spot, and confront the truth of it. He calls me a brat, but he doesn’t say it with distaste. He loves it, and it’s getting harder to convince myself that I’m not enjoying this, too, at least on some level. I could have sat there and behaved like a sensible human being at the table, but I didn’t.

I knew he’d react. And, idiot that I am, I wanted to see what he’d do. How far he’d go in front of Kendrick and everyone else. The memory of being bent over that table burns. Every time I think about it, heat spreads all the way through me.

Embarrassment, of course, but the other kind of heat, too. I want to touch myself so badly it hurts. It’s driving me crazy that I can’t, and wouldn’t Jacob just love that? I’m desperate for him to get home so I can pester him to fuck me.

I’m the world’s worst captive. I’m not supposed to be enjoying this, even a little bit.

I must have dozed off, because the next thing I know, Jacob is next to me. I’m dopey for a second, and then my eyes snap open as everything rushes back. “Your grandad. Is he—”

“He’s fine, love. Sorry to wake you up.”

He’s fine. Tight knots in my muscles relax at the news. I study Jacob’s face, which is paler than normal and drawn. He’s exhausted. I want to pepper him with questions but, for once, decide on the sensible option. “I’m glad he’s okay.”

I lean my head on his shoulder, sleepiness already creeping back in. He pulls me into a cuddle, my head resting on his chest, and fuck, it’s wrong how good it feels. How safe.

His deep voice rumbles through my cheek. “I know you’re tired, but there’s something I need to talk to you about. It’s important. Do you need a cup of tea or something to wake up?”

I smile, because sometimes he’s just so damn English it’s ridiculous. I shift around so I can see his face. “Tea? As if. Coffee. Three sugars.”

“Three fucking sugars? That’ll wreck your teeth.” He shakes me off and stands to make the drinks. “You can have two, and we’ll work on getting it down to one.”

So damn controlling. I shake my head but don’t have the energy for a fight about it. I’ll save that battle for another time.

A few minutes later, I’m sipping hot coffee and facing Jacob, feet curled under me on the sofa. “So. What’s the big news?”

He sighs. “Grandad told me something tonight. It’s not good.”

The story he tells me sets a chill in my veins that even the hot drink can’t chase away.

“I spoke to Kendrick, and he let me bring him here. To the Compound. It’s the only way I can be sure he’s safe.”

Holy fucking shit. “Here? Where is he?”

“We’ve got temporary rooms a couple of floors down. I told him my real quarters are in a secret part of the base. He thinks this is a military installation. I couldn’t bring him here, with the cage and shit.”

He says it so matter of factly I almost laugh. “No. That’d be a bit awkward.”

A tired smile touches his lips. “Yeah.”

“Does that mean I’ll be here by myself until this is all over?” I try not to sound sad about it, but I don’t think I do a very good job, because his smile gains a little of its usual edge.

“What? You’ll miss me too much?”

“No. It’ll be nice and quiet. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Mmmm hmmm.” Quick as lightning, he pounces, pulling me onto his lap.

I yelp as my sore ass hits his hard thighs. “Ouch.”

“Poor baby. I forgot how much I tanned your arse.” He doesn’t sound sorry at all. He holds me in the crook of his arm and rests his hand on the exposed skin of my belly. I fell asleep in the same clothes I wore to the party.

He stares down at me, face suddenly serious again. He’s in a weird mood. Maybe all the stress has left him erratic—I know how that feels. Though an erratic Jacob is a scary thought.

“Can I trust you?”

What the fuck sort of a question is that? “Trust me to what?”

He lets out a sharp breath. “Quinn. I don’t want to leave you stuck in here, maybe for weeks. I want you with me but…” A long pause, which I don’t dare interrupt. “If you tell Grandad you’re a captive here, it could get him killed or trapped here for good. Do you understand that? Kendrick doesn’t fuck around. If he thinks Grandad is a security risk, he’ll take action.”

Take action. It’s a grim phrase and it clangs in my head. And the thing is, the idea hadn’t even occurred to me. I’d do a lot for my freedom, but bring Jacob’s grandad into it? No way. He’s an old man and doesn’t deserve that.

“I won’t say anything to him. I promise.” I hold up my hand in what I think is the same salute he gave me on my first day. “Scout’s honor.”

He lets out a short laugh. “You were never a scout.”

“Nope. Fuck that. But I do mean it. I’d never bring your grandad into this.”

His body relaxes. “Good. Thank fuck for that.” His big hand pushes my crop top up. “I don’t think I could handle keeping away from you. You’re bloody addictive.”

“Seriously? After the night you’ve had? You can’t want to—”

“Shush.” The hand cradling me shifts, covering my mouth. “It’s been a really long day. I’m going to play with you, and you’re going to shut up and let me. Got it?”

I mumble into his hand, and he releases my mouth. In the next thirty seconds, he has me stripped and back in the same position. He hasn’t removed one single item of his clothing. There’s something about being naked while he’s clothed that makes me squirm, and the sight of his huge hand on my tits isn’t helping either.

He’s gentle, gentler than I damn well want him to be, playing with each nipple like he’s got all the time in the world. He’s hard under my ass, and I wriggle on him, hoping to hurry him up, but of course it doesn’t fucking work. By the time he finally moves his hand between my legs, I’m absolutely soaked.

He makes a satisfied noise as he discovers it. “You’re always ready, aren’t you? Tell me—” He plunges two thick fingers into me, and I moan. “—how often did you touch yourself before I stopped letting you?”

“Three or four times a day.” I let every bit of deprivation into my voice. “You hardly let me come at all. It’s torture.”

His low laugh shoots straight to my clit, which he still hasn’t touched. “That’s greedy. You’re a greedy girl. But maybe I should let you touch yourself, just this once. Would you like that?”

He thrusts his fingers out and in but still doesn’t touch my clit. It’s infuriating, and I’m done with having pride for now. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”

I’ve missed the touch of my own hand. It’s the cruelest thing, not being able to touch my body how I like.

He pulls his phone out with the hand not currently fucking me and does something. “There. Your cuffs are disabled for five minutes. Make the most of it.”

Oh, I intend to.

My fingers touch my clit, and it’s fucking bliss. Jacob’s fingers keep up their rough, steady pumping as I start to circle with the perfect rhythm I’ve missed. Jacob makes a low, appreciative noise, so I guess he’s enjoying the show.

I could make myself come instantly, but I have five minutes. I want to enjoy this because who knows when I’ll get the chance again? I take it slow, moving my fingers in lazy circles, letting the speed and pressure build gradually.

Soon, I’m panting, little moans coming from my throat as the pleasure builds. I relax into Jacob, eyes closed, almost peaceful as the peak builds. It’s so different from our usual intense sessions. Quiet and more intimate somehow.

I can’t hold back any longer. I speed up just enough, find the tipping point, and slide over the edge, a long whimper coming from my throat as pleasure drenches me from my core right out to my limbs. It’s a gentle wave on a summer day, warming me right through.

God, I’ve missed doing that.

As the high slowly fades, Jacob grabs my hand, brings my fingers to his lips, and sucks them.

Jesus.

I try to pull away from the shock, but his grip is iron, and he keeps sucking until each finger is clean. “Fucking delicious.”

My toes curl at the raw desire in his voice.

More relaxed than I’ve ever been, I could fall asleep right here on his knee, but by the insistent press of his hard cock into my ass, I doubt that’s going to happen. And I’m right. The next second, he flips me off his knee and places me, carefully, on the floor.

I rise up on my knees almost automatically. Jacob shifts forward, legs spread, and looms over me like a god, hands resting on his thighs. There’s a smile on his face as he undoes his belt and trousers, freeing his cock.

“You know what to do.”