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“What?” My chest heaved as I forced the barrel harder against his temple. But for some reason only God knew, I hesitated.
How the fuck did he know? Did Ginger tell him?
“It’s a long story, but I’m on your side, Jace, I promise. You and Ginger are closer than we are, so maybe she can better explain it to you.”
My jaw tightened. My eyes narrowed into thin slits.
“Samara knows too. She-She’s here, inside with Ginger. Ginger said Samara was worried about you.”
My breath caught. “She-She’s here?” The alcohol had kicked in full gear now, or maybe it was adrenaline, I couldn’t tell.
“Yes,” he replied. “She’s here.”
That was all the confirmation I needed. I was out the car, tripping up the porch steps, and in a matter of seconds, banging recklessly on Ginger’s door.
She swung it open with a nasty glare on her face.
“Jace?” She took a step back, shocked that I was standing on her doorstep. “Wh-What are you doing here?”
I didn’t answer, just shouldered past her and raced right in the house, my focus solely on my Kitten. I needed her. Needed to hear her voice. Feel her touch. Make her submit so I could bury my cock deep inside her addictive pussy.
“Where is she?” I growled like a madman, making Ginger jump and gape up at me with wide, worried eyes.
“Jace.” She approached me, her lips pursed as she reached up to rest her hands against my face, studying me. She leaned forward and sniffed, frowning up at me. “Oh hun, you’re drunk.”
“I’m fine.” I pulled away from her. It grew quiet, and as I tilted my head to the side, I heard something. It almost sounded like rain falling from a distance.
“Hey there, hot stuff.”
I spun around, finding Finn standing behind us. Wordlessly I watched as Ginger huffed and made quick work of slapping him hard across his face.
“You fucking idiot,” she spat, her hand jarring back to hit him again. Finn caught her wrist then hauled her close to him. Their lips collided, summoning a deep, seductive moan from Ginger.
“She’s in the shower.” Ginger’s breath staggered before she spoke again. “Spare bedroom.”
My feet guided me there faster than my eyes could zero on the door. I grabbed the knob and twisted, grinning as it opened.
The bathroom door was cracked open. Hot steam poured out of it, leaving me with an exceptional view of a partially fogged mirror. I moved closer, fiending for a peep. All I caught was the side view of a nipple being covered by a bath robe.
The light shut off, and as the door swung open, Samara shrieked and jumped back with a hand to her chest. I was on her in seconds, clashing my mouth to hers, one hand locked around the back of her neck while the other tugged at the knot tied in the center of her robe.
“Jace, what are you—” Her words faltered as I forced my tongue inside her mouth. She bit it hard then slapped me, failing to shove me back.
I snatched the robe off her body then kneeled down and bit her tit in return. She hissed slightly, then as I sucked her pebbled nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue along it as I sucked, she moaned and gripped my hair. Her back arched, forming a perfect opening between her legs.
My fingers brushed through her folds and up her heat. I groaned, my dick pulsing as her arousal coated my fingers, proving me right. I loved how fucking wet she got for me. How my presence made her body react. She was mine. She’d always be mine. And it was time to brand that reminder deep into her brain like her name was branded on my heart.
I inserted a finger in her pussy, rubbing her as I continued sucking her tit. Her head fell back as I stared up at her, her soft moans driving me wild, making my dick impossibly stiffer.
“Jace…” She pulled away from me, not getting far before I snatched her thighs, yanking her back. Against her protest, I threw her leg over my shoulder and buried my face in her pussy. Reactively she cursed and tangled her fingers through my hair again.
I licked slowly, softly, just how she liked it, her grip on my hair tightening as I penetrated her with a second finger. Her big, beautiful eyes shot open wide when I hooked them to her favorite spot.
“Yes.” Her eyes closed and her lips parted, her hips bucking against my hand and mouth. “Please don’t stop.”
I continued licking, sucking, rubbing—fucking her with my fingers as she rocked against my face, her nails digging deep enough into my scalp to draw blood. My name tumbled off her lips with every other breath she expelled. She was close. But I wasn’t ready for her to finish yet. I had all intentions of edging her on until she couldn’t take it anymore and was begging me to let her cum.
I withdrew my fingers and rose to my feet, sucking them deep into my mouth as my other hand found her neck. Her body shivered beneath my grip as I forced her to watch me suck my fingers clean.
