FIRE (Elite Forces #2)(22)
“Sure,” she tells him as she steps back so both Jackson and Pierce can help me slide my slow-moving body into the back of a van.
“A f*cking minivan.” I about die laughing. It’s one hell of a sight to the people we pass on the way to the airport as they look once, then do a double take, their heads turning when they see three big-ass men and one badass woman in a green, ugly as f*ck minivan.
Thank f*ck the flight to the compound is a short one. Sitting next to Jade in this private plane Pierce arranged is killing me. I’ve adjusted my cock more times than I can count. It’s been hard since I trailed behind her climbing the set of stairs to get inside the cabin.
My body is still mangled and bruised, but I’ll be damned if that’s going to stop me from sliding inside the tightest, sweetest * I’ve had.
The minute I hang up with my mom and sister, I’m all over her ass. Goddamn, I may have to take her ass again. Not tonight. Soon though. My legs are still f*cked all to hell. Shit. I tilt my head back in my seat and train my hard glare out the window while I dread that f*cking phone call.
What the hell am I going to say to my mom? I can’t tell her the truth, legally anyway. Besides, the truth would kill her. She hides her pain well, or at least she has over the years. I know it’s to protect Amelie and I. All these years, she’s lived with losing her son. A man who has now threatened to physically hurt her.
How in the f*ck can he think the way he does? Maybe he isn’t thinking at all. Maybe the f*cker is dead. I hope like hell I see his lifeless body on that tape. Seeing his eyes wide open in shock right before he took his last breath would actually bring me relief.
“You okay over there?” Jade nestles into me, carefully. She needs to knock that shit off. I don’t need her taking it easy on me anymore. I need her tough interior back. The smart-mouthed woman who has brought me to my damn knees over and over needs to make an appearance.
“I’m good. Just thinking about what I’m going to tell my mom. I thought I knew what I was going to say to her about the extra security I’ve put on her, but right now, it’s bothering me. I know I can’t tell her the truth. I just pray like hell she can’t hear the lies in my voice. She’s good at picking up on shit.” It takes strength to not turn and look at her when I speak. I’m sick and damn tired of seeing pain mixed with anger, fear, and all kinds of bullshit when I look at Jade.
This is all too much. Fuck. I want that son of a bitch to be dead so damn bad and to get my life back on track. It’s time I finally f*cking get to live. I don’t want to be scared I’m going to be sent off somewhere and get a call or return home to find out that monster has done something to my family. Fuck him for making me feel like a * out there. There’s a part of me that hopes he isn’t dead so I can kill him myself.
“Hey. Look at me, Kaleb.” Jade laces her fingers through mine and whispers softly into my ear. I look at her, like she requests. This time, there is no fear. It’s unconditional love staring back at me.
“If he’s not on that tape, you know we’ll get him. As far as your mother, I’ll go and stay with her if that will make you feel better. It’s time I meet her anyway. This woman who has made you into the man you are. The man I love.” She’s right about one thing. We will get him. However, she is wrong if she thinks I’m letting her out of my sight. I’m a selfish man when it comes to her. I’ve found happiness with this spitfire of a woman. She’s the one who gave me strength to hang on to in the darkness. She gave me a reason to live. I would have given up so hell no, she isn’t going anywhere, except tied to my bed, and I mean that literally.
“I appreciate that. But f*ck, no.” Her eyes soften even more from my hard stare. She gets me. She knows why I need her by my side. I have to have her near me for many reasons, but right now, I want to f*ck her. Plain and simple. I want to bury my face between her legs and scrape my beard across her muscled thighs, and have her ride my cock until we both get that release we’re craving.
“It was worth a shot.” She shrugs and I slide my hand slowly up her stomach and over her chest. I pinch her nipple as I brush over it, and she gasps. Her inhale literally lights my insides, and we both know I’m far from done. This is the beginning of what I have planned for her. I continue until I have a firm hold of the back of her neck, tugging her into my hard body. Thank god the guys aren’t looking or paying any attention to what I’m about to tell her.
“I’m going to f*ck you hard. It’s going to hurt. We’ve both been through hell these past few weeks. I’m on edge and you’ve been scared. The way I see it, it's the only way to work that out of our systems. I need to pull your hair and take that sweet ass. I want to f*ck your mouth, and god knows I’m burning to get deep inside that sweet *. I want it furiously. I want it hard. So hell no, you are not going anywhere except to my bed.” My grip loosens on her neck. I look down at her and there she is. Her glare is tempting as she matches my fierce desire. If I didn’t know her like I do, I’d be frightened I’d scare her away talking to her like this. I wait while she gets her labored breathing under control. I know it’s coming. I welcome it.
“Sir, yes sir. But Kaleb, don’t make me wait for days before I feel you again.” Good god almighty. I f*cking love this woman. That’s it. I can’t take another f*cking second of this torture. I’m a needy man when it comes to sex, and I’ve been restricted. I don’t do well with limits and boundaries.