Page 40 of Claimed (The Captain’s Captive #2)

The fight to take over the small shuttle port was swift, to Trish’s relief, although she had the feeling Jordan and Zadia were disappointed.

Jordan had been amped up all morning, from the moment he’d woken her up in the usual way, with his mouth on her pussy, to the hard way he’d ridden her until she’d been screaming with ecstasy.

Reuniting with Alex and Bella had turned out to be anti-climactic.

Jordan had put Trish in front of them, with his hands on her shoulders so he could yank her back again at the first sign of danger, but Alex and Bella had been both relieved and surprised to see Trish standing there, smiling.

It hadn’t taken too much to convince them to leave the Moon.

From where they’d stood, Trish had been able to see smoke rising in the dome, and the thick glass had been clouded, the air hard to breathe.

The Moon wouldn’t have been able to last much longer.

Jordan and Zadia got out everyone they could—all the Wolf’s people, Alex and Bella, everyone Trish had sent messages to, and everyone they had brought with them.

It made her ache that they couldn’t save everyone, but they couldn’t take anyone who didn’t show up.

Some people would have to find their own way off the Moon—that or go down when the dome eventually did.

When they returned to Earth, Alex and Bella were sent to Rio with their families, a few streets away from Trish and Jordan. Bella and Alex didn’t have any bad memories of Marek or Laura, and Trace and Cora were way too busy to bother them.

The last month before the ships left, everything was a rush for both Jordan and Trish. A small trickle of refugees managed to flee the dome before it became unlivable and had to be integrated into the groups that either headed to the colony or did their best to acclimate to Earther life.

Trish and Jordan knew they’d have a lot more time once the ships left, but it wasn’t an easy time for either of them.

She probably shouldn’t have been too surprised when, the moment the ships successfully cleared the Karman Line, she was grabbed by the waist and tossed over Jordan’s shoulder.

Laughter followed them out of the launch room, along with the settling of several bets, and Trish put her hands over her face and giggled, trying to hide her blush.

Even though she’d gotten used to being dragged off or even to having sex in front of small groups of people, somehow Trish couldn’t get rid of the blushes that accompanied anything to do with sex and others knowing about it.

She was okay with that, though—Jordan thought it was adorable when he made her blush.

“Joooordan, put me down!” she said as he stalked through the hallway with long strides, making her bounce on his shoulder because he was moving so fast. “I’m going to get a headache if you keeping carrying me like this!”

He pulled her over his shoulder without breaking stride to cradle Trish in front of him, but he didn’t put her down. She sighed, half resigned, half amused, because she hadn’t expected him to put her down. Trish knew him too well by now.

She was surprised when he didn’t pull off into one of the many rooms.

“Where are we going?” she asked curiously.

“Your room.”

Heat flushed through her body.

The ride took forever, and, by the time she and Jordan returned to the house, Trish was amped up.

Rather than waiting for Jordan to come and let her out of the car—heck, rather than waiting for him to turn it off—she unsnapped the safety-belt and opened the door at the same time, dashing out and to the backyard.

“Trish!” Jordan roared behind her, making her giggle as she sprinted.

The element of surprise and him having to shut down the vehicle were the only things giving her enough of a head start to dash into the backyard and into some bushes to hide.

Her dress today was green, and, as she wedged herself between some thick, leafy branches, Trish had to stifle more giggling. Not that she found the situation funny—her giggles were more nervous than anything. Jordan was pissed, and Trish would pay for it.

But she wanted to.

They hadn’t been in her room in what felt like ages. She didn’t just want to go in there, be tied to something, and then royally fucked. She wanted more than that—and this was her way of goading him.

The heavy tread of his boots sounded on the pavement path around the house, and Trish gulped, her giggles disappearing immediately as her heart pounded faster.

She put her hand over her mouth to quiet her breathing, although the noises of the neighborhood were probably enough to help muffle it, as well.

“Little girl … come out, come out wherever you are.”

The words were playful, but his tone was dark, silkily threatening, and her bottom cringed around the plug inside it. Had she thought this through?

It was too late to turn back now, though. Even if Trish had changed her mind, she was frozen as she saw the movement of him prowling around the backyard. Since Trish was well-hidden enough that she could barely see Jordan, she could only hope she was equally difficult to see.

Of course, the whole point was for him to find her, but right now putting it off didn’t sound like a bad idea.

The boots came closer, and she squeezed herself into a tighter ball, as if that would help.

“I see you, babygirl.”

She shrieked as his big hand came crashing through the leaves in front of her, his other hand parting the branches so he could wrap his fingers in her hair and pull her upright. As soon as she stood, his arm came around her waist, hand still in her hair, and lifted her up.

For the second time that day, Trish found herself over his shoulder, this time receiving a sharp smack to her upturned backside once she was there.

“I’m sorry! I was just trying to play!”

He growled. “Next time, do it without giving me a heart attack by jumping out of a moving vehicle.”

“You had stopped!”

Smack!

Another hefty swat to her backside, which stung and burned just as much as the previous one.

“Barely.”

She squeaked as he swiftly turned, making her almost dizzy, and moved toward the house with sure strides. He was moving a little less quickly than he had been at the station, and Trish was thankful to be bouncing less.

As soon as they entered her room, he paused, trying to decide what he would do with her. Trish’s pussy clenched in excitement, wondering the same thing.

Even before he moved, she felt the moment Jordan made a decision, his muscles bunching and tensing before he quickly turned and headed for the frilly, fluffy bed.

Trish quivered. When she’d been naughty, he usually went for the spanking bench or the lectern, while the swing and rocking horse were for more enjoyable sessions or playful punishments. What would he do to her on the bed?

‘Tear off her clothes’ was the short, fast answer.

She shrieked in surprise as he pulled at them and they gave way easily at the seams. Trish stared at the tattered fabric as it fell to the floor.

Had she known they were that easy to pull apart?

They wouldn’t just fall off her during daily wear, but they hadn’t been made to withstand the strength of a man like Jordan when he was determined to get at the body underneath.

Her nipples, already hard, puckered further.

“So you want to play, little girl?” His eyes sparked with anticipation and a vicious lust.

“Um … maybe not.” The realization she might have bit off more than she could chew hit Trish hard.

He chuckled darkly. “Too late. Because now I want to play.”

Jordan pressed her down into the bed and kissed her roughly, possessively, and so deeply she couldn’t breathe.

Trish moaned into his mouth as he pressed her arms up above her head, stretching her out …

and then started as something soft and furry made her jump.

Her strange reaction had him pulling back, and both turned their heads up to look.

It was Trish’s teddy bear. The one she’d named Princess and liked to cuddle with, as long as Jordan pretended he didn’t notice.

“Oh my god, turn her away!” Trish squealed. “She can’t see this!”

“She’s seen a lot worse,” Jordan said, an expression of bemusement on his face.

“But not right next to her like this!” Trish usually kept her Princess on the shelf, where it was easier to pretend she wasn’t cuddling with her every chance she got.

But while she and Jordan had been working so much to prepare for Alex, Bella, and the colony ships’ departure, Trish had been coming into the room when Jordan hadn’t been at home and snuggling with her teddy bear on the bed.

Sure, the stuffed animal wasn’t a replacement for Jordan’s large, hot body …

but she helped more than Trish had initially expected.

His lips quirked, but he reached up to pick up Princess and carefully move her farther away from where he had Trish pinned down, her soft, furry face turned away from them.

Trish appreciated that he hadn’t tossed her bear off the bed, something she hadn’t been concerned about until he’d picked Princess up.

She should have realized he wouldn’t toss her favorite toy on the floor, though.

It was cute watching the big muscular alpha-male carefully handling a teddy bear like that.

He raised his eyebrow as he settled back on top of her. “Good enough?”

“Yes. Thank you.” Her head tilted back, offering up her lips like a reward, which he took.

Trish moaned, wriggling underneath him as he took her lips again, his hard body stretched out over hers, pressing her into the mattress.

The fabric of his clothing rubbed against her naked body as Jordan moved on top of her, and she spread her legs, canting her hips up to rub her wet pussy against the bulge in his pants. She was so incredibly horny … so hot …

And so disappointed and upset when he pulled away and dragged her wrists up to the top of the bed where he could cuff her to it.