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Paul stared at himself in the mirror. Even after weeks of healing and the stitches being removed, it still looked like someone hit him with a fucking fireplace poker.
So that little slut was shacking up with two guys? Well, looks like he’d just have to go and take his property back.
If Jessa thought he would let her walk out of his life and hide away with some assholes, she must not remember his belt very well.
“How sure are you that the woman in the paper is the same one you saw?” He made sure to place a missing person’s ad in the local and a few of the surrounding cities’ newspapers.
He didn’t doubt that someone was bound to recognize her. Besides, Jessa had been a homebody the whole time he had known her. She hadn’t gone far. That much was certain.
“I’m pretty sure, or I wouldn’t have called you.”
His reflection showed his flash of teeth at her smart ass comment. “You think you could show me where this cabin is?”
“I mean, why are you searching for her?”
Forcing himself to remain calm, he said, “She’s my wife, and I have reason to believe she has been kidnapped, possibly even hurt.”
Her sigh of defeat let him know she believed his full of shit lie.
“Yeah, I can show you where it is.” A long pause succeeded his words, but before his irritation came through in his voice she spoke. “The reward you offered … is it really that much?”
He grinned wider. “Yeah, as long as she is safe and unharmed.” They scheduled a time to meet up, and he ended the call.
Staring at himself in the mirror, he felt arousal climb within him knowing Jessa was within his reach. Her anger was like an aphrodisiac, and he wanted more of it.
She hits him; he hits her. Their relationship could be so much more potent. He would punish her for the shit she pulled on him before she ran, but it would make them grow closer in the end.
He gripped his cock and stroked it a few times. What he really wanted to do was have Jessa here to slap around, maybe tie up until she begged him for mercy.
A moan from his bedroom had him grinning wider.
He may not have who he wanted, but he had a willing female in his bed, and one who was about to understand the kind of submission he really liked.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
Jessa sat and watched the fire crackle along the logs. The newspaper was strewn across the ground, and so far what she had been looking for wasn’t there.
Nothing was mentioned about a manhunt for her, and no mentioning of the FBI searching for a woman who killed her ex-boyfriend. After almost two weeks of looking through the paper, she started to feel a little bit of dread and relief.
A part of her didn’t want to have the knowledge that she actually took a life hanging over her head. But there was another part of her that knew if Paul wasn’t dead then she was as good as dead. She tried telling herself that there was no way Paul would ever find her.
Deacon and Thayer’s cabin sat in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a thick layer of trees and miles from civilization.
‘How you doing, baby?” She lifted her head from where it rested in her hand and smiled at Deacon.
He wore a pair of faded jeans and a black Henley. His dark boots were worn and scuffed, adding the whole “bad boy” look authenticity. She pushed herself onto her knees and lifted her hand.
Running her fingers through his dark faux hawk, she felt her arousal grow.
A low growl left him, and she found she positively loved that sound. “You’re insatiable.” He started lowering his head until his mouth came close to hers and she felt his breath tease her lips. “Wasn’t two orgasms enough?” She closed her eyes at the remembrance of what the three of them had done just an hour prior in the shower.
She didn’t question anymore the primal way he acted. It didn’t matter that she felt something wild inside of them, lurking and waiting to be released.
Before their mouths could connect, Deacon pushed away. She opened her eyes to see the smug look on her face.
“Why do you tease her, Deacon?” Thayer came walking in, his blue eyes set right on hers.
