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He needed this reassurance more than I did. I knew who I belonged to. Mind, body, soul—they were all Jack’s. And if he had to reclaim his territory to feel better about himself, so be it.
Technically, we were fighting. This was how we argued—him desperate for my obedience, and me making him work for it. I was upset, but so damn turned on. My clit throbbed. In response to him taking his pleasure from me, arousal further drenched my wet swimsuit. His rough jawline was in perfect view, his six-pack tensed through his shirt, every muscle racing toward his goal. And I wanted to give it to him.
When the head of his cock engorged, I knew he was close. I hollowed my cheeks, letting him feel the soft walls of my mouth as he slid in and out. When I nicked him with my teeth, he whispered a string of curses. I readied myself for the taste of his cum at the back of my throat. He always came in my mouth.
Which was why I was bewildered when he yanked himself away. I opened my eyes just in time to see a stream of white cream jet from his tip, hitting me directly in the face. Ropes of cum burst from him, coating my lips, neck and breasts. He fisted his length, continuing to mark me with his essence as he stroked himself.
“You asshole!” I rose from the floor, shoving his shoulders with as much power as I could muster. He moved, but not because of me. He pressed the button on the panel, springing the elevator back to life before tucking his dick into his jeans. He slid a hand through his hair and scooped my shoes off the floor before straightening his clothing in the mirror.
Flabbergasted, I took in my own appearance. Bikini shuffled around, hair wet and messy and a rosy face covered in cum.
Jack leaned against the elevator wall, smug. He pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, surveying me. When his eyes met mine, I saw a hint of a satisfied smile. I let out a snarl when he took a step toward me, tapping my collarbone with his finger. He adjusted the charm on my necklace, placing the handcuffs at the base of my throat.
“Mine,” he whispered just as the elevator doors slid open.
Then I was off my feet again, thrown over Jack’s sturdy shoulder. I let out an angry howl as Jack paraded through the lobby. I wanted to use the back of his shirt to wipe off, but I’d reveal Jack’s pistol in the process. We were already drawing enough attention—no need to scare everyone on top of it.
The Midtown sidewalk was bustling, but Jack parted the traveling crowd with ease. Once people got a look at what he was carrying—an angry, almost naked woman—they stepped out of the way.
I pounded my fists into his solid ass. “I cannot believe you just did that!”
In a series of quick movements, Jack had deposited me into a familiar vehicle, tossing my belongings by my feet. My head was spinning, but I didn’t have to look over at the driver to know it was Eoghan. Jack slammed the door with finality.
Oh, hell no.
I pressed a button, rolling the window down. “Are you insane? You think you can just jizz all over my face, then throw me in a car without so much as a word?”
Jack ignored me, tilting his head to address Eoghan. “Take her to my apartment and make sure she stays there. I’m meeting Cathal, then I’ll be back to relieve you of Wing Duty.”
“Go to hell, Jack!” I fumed.
He walked backward toward his Icon Sheene, which was parked in front of Eoghan’s Tesla. Jack held his hands out at his sides, shouting, “Where do you think I came from?”
I crossed my arms, seething. Eoghan rolled my window up, studying me as he did. His attention was pissing me off. I wasn’t upset with him, but he was the closest outlet and had just so happened to catch me at a bad time.
“What?” I snapped.
He rolled his lips, hiding a smile. “There’s something about Emma.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I’m sorry?”
Eoghan raked a hand through his dirty blond locks, knocking his ball cap off in the process. “There’s something about Emma…?”
I pondered that for a minute, then cursed and flipped the visor down. I bent my head, searching for… Yup. I had cum in my hair.
Disrespectful little shit.
With shaky hands, I swiped at the substance, depositing it on the center console, much to Eoghan’s discontent. He yelled and I rolled my eyes, refusing to comment. There was an entire fleet of vehicles he could choose from while this one got detailed.
“Why’d you even go to that party?” he asked once he’d calmed down. We were crossing Broadway and traffic was heavy.
“To piss him off.” I watched a group of tourists who were taking photos of the towering block. I felt like an idiot. I’d acted out because I could feel Jack slipping away, but all I had managed to do thus far was shoot myself in the foot.
Eoghan made a small noise at the back of his throat, throwing his blinker on. “So, you went to the party to piss him off…and now you’re upset because he’s pissed off?”
“Don’t try to reason with me.”
“Jack isn’t Nate,” Eoghan mused, hand draped over the steering wheel. I glanced at him, waiting for more insight. “You’re terrified of losing Jack to grief, like you lost Nate, and you’re desperate to avoid that pain again.”
