Bloodshed (Order of the Unseen, #1)(64)

But I know he would never hurt me.

“That’s it. Drink your water.” He lightly brushes the hair out of my face as I swallow down the rest of the water, keeping my eyes locked with his. “Good girl.”

My pulse accelerates from the way he’s observing me. Our chemistry is undeniable. There’s such a strong spark. It sends flutters shooting through my stomach. The room begins to spin as I hold out the glass, and his fingers brush mine as he slowly takes it from my grasp.

“Thank you,” I whisper, watching him carefully as he sets it back onto the nightstand.

Suddenly, he takes my face between his hands. Staring endlessly into my eyes, he leans closer, taking his time. My heart pounds rapidly as I wrap my fingers around his wrists.

“How—” I hesitate, my mind racing. “How is this—”

He presses his lips against mine, silencing me at once. “Shh,” he breathes into our kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

“Damien,” I murmur against his lips, breathing fast. “This is all happening so fast. I’m scared—”

“Don’t be,” he says, rolling onto me, pinning me beneath him. “I got you, Quinn.” And he presses a soft, lingering kiss on my forehead. “Til the very end.”





CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE





MICAH





I wake up to a hazy light pouring in through the window. Rolling onto my side, my gaze locks on Jensen. I almost forgot that I had climbed into bed with him and Quinn last night after Damien and I got home from the hospital.

He’s still asleep, flat on his back, with his arms resting on the pillow beside his head. This takes me back to when we were roommates in group homes. Except, I would always wake up across the room from him.

Now, he’s in my bed, right beside me.

Quinn is nowhere in sight, and the door is shut.

Taking in a quick breath, I run my fingers through my hair, playing back my encounter with Jensen at the safe house in my mind. Me, on my knees, lips around his cock.

Anxiously sitting upright, I take my face in my hands.

A part of me hates him. Yet, another part of me just wants to feel him against me again.

I angrily sigh, shaking my head in hot, sexual frustration that is rooted deep.

Without warning, there’s movement beside me. Jensen’s breath fans my skin, then his warm, smooth lips press against the back of my shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, meaningfully.

His hand finds my bicep, and he slowly grazes his fingertips down my arm. A shiver shoots down my spine in response to his touch, as I shut my eyes, lowering my head. He kisses the nape of my neck, breathing me in.

“I’m so sorry, Micah,” he quietly says.

I turn my head, and our eyes lock.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. “For hurting you. I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, my voice low. Suddenly, I’m lost in his sincere eyes. “I’m not just some guy you can toy with. I’m your best friend.”

“You’re more than that.”

“Am I?” I question, while his eyes explore mine.

“I’m not like you,” he tells me. “You already know who you are. But me? I’m still finding myself.”

“What do you want, Jensen?”

“I want to be with Quinn,” he begins, catching me off guard. He lowers his gaze to my lips. “But I also want to be with you. Deep down, I always have.”

“Be with me,” I repeat, my voice trailing off.

“Be with you.” Without warning, he caresses my thigh. “I want you to show me.”

My cock grows large between my thighs. Taking my straining erection in my hand, I stroke myself slowly, building up speed before he reaches between my legs. He curves his fingers around my balls and massages them gently, while a knot forms in my stomach.

“Show you what?” I ask, breathing deeply.

“Everything,” he confesses, finally being honest with himself. “What are you thinking about right now, Micah?”

“You,” I state, stroking myself slower.

His teeth lightly graze my shoulder. “Me?” he echoes. “Thrusting into your tight ass with my thick cock? Me splitting you in half? Fucking you hard?”

Turning my head, I deeply gaze into those striking, hazel eyes. “No,” I firmly answer.

His face immediately hardens.

Suddenly, I grab hold of him and turn him over. Completely caught off guard, now on his hands and knees, he lets out a sharp breath.

“Me fucking you,” I tell him, slowly pulling his boxers down his hips. “I want to bury myself inside of you so bad.” I sharply exhale, trying to gather my thoughts. “Too fast?”

“Do it,” he immediately declares. “Take me, Micah.”

Grabbing the lube from the drawer of my nightstand, I squirt just enough on my fingers. I slowly work one finger inside of him, giving him all the time in the world to adjust to the invasion. This may be new to him, but it’s not for me.

“Fuck,” he sharply exhales, tensing against me.

“Relax,” I carefully tell him. “It will make this much easier.”

Jensen groans as I add in another, stretching his tight hole around my fingers, getting him acclimated to the feeling. Soon enough, I find just the right spot. His moans of pleasure encourage me to thrust into him further, knuckles deep. Time passes, and eventually, a sharp breath catches in his throat as he pushes back against my hand, wanting more.