Bad Men - Piper Stone Page 0,62
enough to allow me to see my way into the kitchen.
But not before grabbing the bottle of tequila. Maybe I would allow myself to indulge in a shot or two. I deserved it after the hellacious day. Water first.
The single light over the stove was just enough to allow me to find a glass in the cabinet. Why my hand was shaking as I turned on the water faucet, I wasn’t certain, but as I filled the glass, my emotions got the better of me. I wasn’t prone to crying, weeping for any reason. My father had taught me the importance of keeping my chin up at all times, refusing to fall prey to what he called the ‘ridiculous emotional displays by idiots.’ I could only imagine what my father would say now.
He’d likely chastise me for getting caught in the first place. Then why would he spend copious amounts of money in order to free me? Who in the hell told him that I was missing? Dr. Russell? That was the only explanation.
Just like I couldn’t explain the reasons for my abduction, I also couldn’t understand the connection I had with Jack. The way he kept my nipples hard and my pussy quivering was unfathomable, especially since I truly loathed everything about him.
His aggravating rough and tumble demeanor.
His insistence that he was right about everything.
His refusal to see any of my points of view.
His incredible eyes as they bore through to my very soul.
His spectacular muscles, the gorgeous ink covering his arms.
His long, thick cock and the way he roared when he exploded deep inside.
I almost dropped the glass, the imagery of his naked body fueling my every fantasy. Closing my eyes, I allowed the tingles surfacing to slide into between my legs, wishing his hand was there instead. As I struggled to take a sip, my mind went to all the ugly places it shouldn’t. What if we didn’t get out of here alive? What if I was recaptured, forced to remain with the horrible man? What if I never saw my two saviors again?
No. No. I choked down several sips, a slight wail forced out of my mouth as I coughed. I would not surrender to despair. I would find a way to rebuild my strength.
Tensing, I knew he was behind me. I could feel his hot breath as a husky growl escaped his luscious lips. I also realized that he was likely here to chastise me for some ridiculous level of disobedience or maybe I needed to go to bed immediately. I wanted to rake out his eyes, to tear my nails into his chest and rip out his heart.
If he had one.
A single tear slipped past my lashes, likely more out of frustration than anything else. He was so damn infuriating. “Did I do something wrong?” My voice seemed to echo in my ears, the dull thud of the ache becoming even more painful.
“I was only checking on you,” he answered after a full fifteen seconds.
Damn if the man wasn’t inching closer, as if I could take the swell of heat bursting from every muscle in his body. “I’m fine. Can’t you see? I’m just fine.” I was mortified at the sound of my throating closing off, the hard choking unmistakable.
His breathing became ragged and while he remained quiet, I could feel his heart pounding just like mine. I could almost read his lurid thoughts.
Just like mine.
I could sense his arousal, the kind that burned every nerve ending.
Just. Like. Mine.
There was no sensitivity in the man, zero. Nada. I was ready to explode, for no other reason than my increasing frustration at not being able to have time to myself, when he did something so unexpected, so absolutely out of character that I shivered to the core.
Using both hands, Jack eased the hair from my face, pulling the long strands behind my shoulders then running his fingers from my scalp all the way down to the ends. The gentleness of his actions created a weakness in my knees, a wetness pooling between my legs.
“Oh.” The slight moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. I managed to put the glass on the counter, trying to control my breathing as he continued to stroke. Unfortunately, the tears refused to stop falling, trickling down both sides of my face in a complete betrayal of my resolve. I wasn’t this weak. I took pride in how I’d managed to keep it together from the second the