“You are so fucking perfect for me,” he groans.
“Please,” I beg, and he smiles, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. I need this release more than anything right now.
“What do you need, baby?” he asks.
“You inside me right now,” I gulp, and in seconds he complies and slams into me with full force. This is not gentle; this is rough, dirty, needy sex. He fucks me so hard that the bed is slamming against the wall, but we don’t care. Our loud moans fill the room as we continue to take from each other to get to that place where we can let go and be one.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growls in my ear, still moving against me in the most delicious way. He bites my neck gently then licks the sting away. I gasp as sensational overload consumes my every thought.
“Ahh, Jared! Please.” I beg of him to help me get to that place I need so desperately.
“Mine,” he growls.
“Yours,” I reply.
I feel so full when he’s inside me. I never want him to leave.
“Baby, I’m close.” He tenses up, and I do, too.
I shout his name to the heavens as he continues to invade my body and give me pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. White spots cloud my vision when I pulsate around him, and he soon follows.
“Fuuck!” he groans, and spills his seed inside me. And I can’t help but again feel undeniably exposed to this man. The one who stole my heart and never gave it back because it’s his now, no one else’s. Jared is my life, and without him I’m nothing.
“I love you.” He places a gentle kiss on my lips.
“I love you more,” I say, returning his kiss.
“Not possible, babe.” He grins and slowly gets off of me to make his way to the bathroom.
When he returns he pulls my back to his front and we drift off to sleep, holding each other the rest of the night.
The next morning my head is pounding. When I open my eyes I see orange juice and some aspirin. Wow, I love this man. I greedily drink the orange juice and take the aspirin. Sighing, I move to go shower in the small bathroom we have in the room. After my shower I have no choice but to put my clothes from last night on.
When I make my way out of the room, something doesn’t feel right.
“Don’t you fucking move,” a man’s voice growls next to me, and I freeze in fear. He has a gun aimed at my temple and a shiver runs down my spine.
“Now listen, you are going to come with me out the back door and make no fucking sound, or your boyfriend and all these people are dead.” His accent sounds Irish. I nod in compliance because I know he means what he says. I’m fucked, and the only way to keep everyone safe is to do what he says.
He places a blindfold over my eyes and leads me roughly to the back door, I assume. The brisk fresh air hits me in the face as I’m tossed into a vehicle. The engine roars and then we are moving fast, away from the only man I’ve ever loved.
I’m in the kitchen at the bar, making coffee, when I hear a door slam and then a car sound. My first thought is to run to Erica. I don’t know why but I suddenly fear that something’s not right.
When I slam our door open she’s not there, and my stomach drops. I turn around to check the bathroom and nothing. When I make my way to the hallway, I notice a piece of paper. I grab it and gulp as I read the threat.
“You will come to 109 Pillion Street at 4:00 pm sharp with 2 million in cash or your girlfriend is dead.”
“Fuck!” I roar, and punch the wall hard. Loud voices are heard, but I can’t focus. Someone snatches the note out of my hand and I snap out of it.
“Dude, what happened?” Grady says, reading the note in his damn boxer shorts. His eyes widen.
“Who the fuck wasn’t paying attention?” he yells at everyone who has emerged from the spare rooms at the bar. We are all hungover, so it looks like no one was doing their job. I can’t believe we let them slip in and just take her. Grady starts barking orders at everyone to do certain tasks, because I can’t seem to comprehend that they actually took my girl. We need the two million, and fast.
“It’s the Irish; we had to cut ties with them because of their involvement with Erica’s father. They were doing business with them as well, and when we killed the Italians they were left without their cut of Antonio’s business ventures. I knew there would be retribution eventually, but I didn’t think this soon.” Grady’s guilt is written all over his face, and shoving him against the wall.
“You said you were taking care of it! How could you not tell me about this?” I growl in his face. Matt pulls me away, trying to calm me down. I roughly pull my arm out of his hold and point at Grady.