Page 16 of Purgatory (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #1)

Jax

This girl is going to be the death of us all.

When I came back from the lake, all I wanted was to say to hell with this day and turn in.

Between doing my normal stuff and then adding chopping up the tree that fell down the other day into firewood, I was wrecked.

But as I came up the stairs and heard the water running and her barely muffled moans filtering out from the guest bathroom, I couldn’t help myself from stopping just short of my door.

I saw her, earlier, watching me from the window. My eyesight narrowed with blinders and focused on only her. The rest of the world fell away as her big, doe eyes froze in terror as she stared a line straight through my heart.

Why did she look so afraid of me? What the hell did the guys tell her about me?

Yes, I wanted them to impress on her the importance of minding my room.

And I was a bit sketchy with her arrival, but who wouldn’t be?

I mean, apart from Cole and Hawk who have apparently adopted a devil may care attitude and threw all of our precautions to the wind.

We needed to keep our guards up but already, after just two days of being here, she’s already wiggled her way into it all.

Infiltrated our carefully designed routine and transformed Cole and Hawk into cartoon characters with little hearts over their eyes, blind to everything but her.

It's going to get them into trouble if they don’t watch their backs.

Hell, after my reaction to seeing her through the window and at dinner, I’m in just as much trouble.

But I know better. I’ve been there. I won’t go back.

Not now. Not with how things are and how things ended last time.

Her shower show probably would have sealed the deal if the guys heard her before I did.

No, we needed to keep our heads in the game or else it’ll be one of us gone to the waste like everyone else in this town.

The dead were still out there. Somewhere.

Danger lurked around corners everywhere and in every shape and form.

And we needed to remember. Myself included.

The noises I heard when I slowly opened the bathroom door and then her final cry of ecstasy jump-started my dick and set it to hyperdrive. Even now, as I stretch out in my bed, trying to get some sleep, it’s her release that I hear on repeat.

Fuck, I’m never going to pass out with this raging hard-on...

I palm my dick and squeeze, attempting to quench the urge to focus on her.

It’s futile though. Her face takes over my mind.

Conquers it and claims it. She's all I can see right now, which is just plain sad. She’s just a girl.

That’s it. I don’t need to go acting like a damn teenager just because I caught sight, and sound, of her. No, I need to get a grip.

Apparently, my hand doesn’t understand what my brain is telling me because the grip it takes is tightening and moving.

Precum leaking from the tip aiding my hand.

Those intense sounds from earlier flood my brain and it’s as if she’s right in front of me, coaxing me to keep going.

Teasing me with her pouty, pink lips that I have no doubt are the same shade as her nipples, hidden from my vision, and begging to be set free and devoured.

Although I’ve never been up close to her, I can just imagine what she tastes like. What licking up her neck and biting into her flesh might feel like on my tongue. How her pussy would taste as it wept for me. The thought makes my mouth water and my hand move faster .

After a few hours, sleep finally comes..

. after I did... a couple of times. Exhaustion finally beating out the lingering thoughts in my brain of the girl that’s taken over.

But with the hope of sleep also comes the dread of the nightmares.

It's been a while since I’ve had them, but it seems after my interlude with Alessandra, I’m due for a reminder.

To be pulled so far under that it feels like I'm right back in the thick of everything...and it’s only then, that I know I'm trapped. ...