Captivated - Jordan Silver Page 0,26

“A gift? For me?” She bounded out of bed and headed for the dresser at a run.

She pulled that shit open like it held the meaning of life, digging through my shit and tossing most of it over her shoulder without any damn care that those were five hundred dollar silk socks. “Hey!” She poked her tongue out at me and kept up her search.

Then she screamed loud as hell when she found it. Then the damn tears started up again, gutted. “Ah, come on Michele, knock that shit off.” My gruff voice only seemed to make her cry louder as I got off the bed and went to her.

“I thought you’d be happy; this is supposed to be a good thing right.” I never should’ve listened to Dray the fuck. He swore now was the perfect time to give her the ring I’d bought because I’m a dumb sap who figured after I took her home to meet my family that marriage was the obvious next step. I do tend to live in the ice age when it comes to shit like that.

But even so, I’d wanted to wait, to give her some time before springing the fact that her life was now irrevocably tied to mine on her. But he’d convinced me that with all that was going on around her now was just as good a time as any. Now she’s flooding my chest with tears and tying my guts in knots.

“You wanna fuck again… Ouch, what’s with you and punching me in the gut?”

“Sorry!” She rubbed the spot, and I rolled my eyes over her head and hugged her close, too damn soft.

She decided we needed to celebrate with another round of fucking, and I grumbled all the way until I got back inside her and forgot my damn name again.

After she’d fucked my cock raw again and got her pussy full of cream, I was all the way done.

“Okay, I really gotta go this time, no joke.” At this rate I won’t be able to do shit when I leave here, she’d have sucked all the energy out of me.

I was assed out on top of her, too drained to move, but she wasn’t complaining even though I was squashing her into the mattress. I’ma have to up my vitamin intake or some shit if her greedy ass keeps this shit up.

“No, don’t move, not yet!” She pulled me back, wrapping her arms around me to keep me in place. “You can’t be serious; again?”

“No, I just want to hold you for a minute.” Damn, when did she learn that I’d give her anything if she asked in that voice?

Damien

I was getting ready to leave for real this time, but there was something else I needed to ask her, something that wasn’t written in the diary. I haven’t really brought that shit up too much because I didn’t want to constantly remind her, but this shit was bothering me.

“Hey Michele, I have a question.”

“You gotta get off of me first; you’re heavy.” Witch! She pushed at my shoulders, and I rolled away very put-upon. “Now, what do you wanna know? And if you say anything about corn huskers again, I just might scalp you.” So testy. I made one little joke about her round ass looking corn fed, and she’s still in a snit.

“No, this is serious, I’m afraid.” I was already regretting bringing the shit up when she propped her head in her hand and looked down at me. “Okay, shoot!” She started trailing her finger down my chest, and I looked at her in disbelief. She can’t be hungry for dick again so soon; damn she’s a fucking beast.

I caught her finger in my hand and stopped its downward trail. “You remember in the diary when you said you didn’t think you were the first? What did you mean by that?” She tensed up from head to toe but didn’t turn away.

I held my breath as I awaited her answer. “When they were talking, the way my sis…the way Debbie spoke it was as if they’d done it before. And in subsequent overheard conversations, she confirmed it. She used to go trolling as she put it. Even went as far as Boston, Philadelphia.”

“That’s why they started the charity for the home for runaway teens.” That’s one of the things I’d used to bring them down, the fact that they were using the group home like some kinda farm to raise virgins for that