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“Kingston, let me help. You’re hurt.” Jazz reaches for my hand, but I pull back.
“No. You have enough to worry about. Just give me a sec.”
I head to the linen closet and grab a hand towel, wrapping it around my knuckles. Once it’s secure, I wrap a larger towel around my waist and help Jazz out of the shower. I start leading her back to the bedroom, but she pauses by the sink.
“Hold up. If I don’t get this taste out of my mouth, I’m going to wind up puking again.”
I nod and wait quietly while Jazz brushes her teeth and rinses her mouth out. I smile, despite the shitty circumstances, when she places her toothbrush back in the holder. She stubbornly refuses to stay every night like I want her to, but she’s brought several personal items over to make her more comfortable when she is here. I can’t say I hate seeing her stuff mixed with mine.
Jazz immediately wraps herself around me, not leaving an inch of space between us, once we’re secured under the covers. We’re holding on to each other like a lifeline, neither one of us willing to let go.
I kiss the top of her head. “Do you think you can answer a few more questions?”
She nods slightly. “I can try.”
“You said someone came to get Lucas. Who?”
“Dunno. When he was about to... his phone started blowing up. He talked to the person on the other line for a bit, called him sir, so I know it was a man, but that’s all I got out of it. Then, a car suddenly showed up, parking right behind the one we were in. Lucas stepped out of the Escalade, sat inside the other car, and they drove away. I don’t know who the mystery man was, but they scared the shit out of Lucas. That part was obvious.”
I frown, processing everything. It takes me a minute, but all of a sudden, the puzzle pieces start clicking together. If Lucas is Jazz’s origina
l attacker, that must be who my dad was referring to in that video with Peyton. My dad said that if Peyton’s lapdog goes after Jazz again, he will make him pay. Is my father the mystery man? But how would he know where Jazz was or what was happening at the time?
Fuck.
Why do all the goddamn answers lead to more questions whenever my dad is involved?
Jazz shifts her body, and my dick reacts from the friction. I try to pull away, but she clings to me, tangling our legs together and rubbing against me more purposefully.
“Jazz.”
I feel her delicate fingers pulling at the towel around my waist. “Kingston, please. I need this.”
I groan as she loosens the towel and begins stroking my length. “Baby, you should try to get some rest.”
“I will.” Jazz places her lips against my collarbone at the same time her thumb sweeps over the precum leaking from my tip. “After I ride you.”
She gets up on her knees and removes the towel she had wrapped around her. Her lithe, beautiful body sits before me, ripe for the taking. From her bronzed skin to the delicately sculpted muscles of her abdomen to her perfect, perky tits begging for my attention. My fingers trace the two horizontal marks on Jazz’s torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The scars are much lighter now, no longer raised up and angry looking. Pretty soon, it’ll almost be as if they were never there.
“They’re healing so well.”
“Kingston, I don’t want to talk right now. I just want to feel you inside of me. Please don’t make me beg.”
I’m trying not to take advantage of Jazz’s vulnerable state, but it’s damn near impossible when she looks like she wants to eat me alive. I know the feeling because I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than her. Jazz leans forward, her long, damp hair tickling my arms as our lips meet. I suck her full lower lip into my mouth, clamping my teeth down as she moans. She sucks my tongue into her mouth, and my dick jerks, imagining her giving it the same treatment.
Jazz straddles me as we kiss, rubbing her wetness along my shaft, up and down, down and back up until I don’t think I can hold out anymore. If we’re going to do this, I need to make sure she’s well taken care of first, and that’s not going to happen if I shoot my load before I can even get inside of her.
I tap her hip with my uninjured hand. “Come sit on my face.” When she hesitates, I add, “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”
“No.” She shakes her head, emphatically. “It’s just... I just remembered something he said to me. He wanted to go down on me... said he doesn’t normally, but he’d make an exception for me.”
I count to ten in my head, trying to remain calm. I don’t know what the right thing to do here is. I do know she loves having my face between her thighs, but the last thing either of us wants is for her to be thinking about her would-be rapist right now.
“Baby. Don’t feel obligated to do this. To do anything. I just want to make you feel good. If you need time, I get it.”
She gives me a soft smile. “I know I don’t have to do anything, Kingston. Not with you. But I do want this. If I let that bastard ruin something that I enjoy so much, he’d win, and I’m not going to let that happen.”
Jazz scoots up my body and combs a hand through my hair as she hovers above me, positioning a knee on each side of my head. She releases a curse when I lift my head off the pillow and swipe my tongue through her folds.
