bathroom, naked. I had seen how thick the root of his cock was. My
mind demanded to know what the rest looked like.
Foolish. Stop.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
It was long enough of a mirror that I could see my breasts. My darker
complexion gave way to rosy pink nipples. They were a little too big for my
liking, always leaving me a little self-conscious. I cupped under my breasts
and bit my lip, running my thumbs across the nipples. They were instantly hard
as I sucked in a breath. My body jumped, my hips jerking a little, a flood of
moisture between my thighs.
No lie, it had been a long time
since I had enjoyed myself. Everything for me was best left casual. That’s how
I survived. I feared anyone getting close… but I longed for it. I was desperate…
I shut my eyes and let my right
hand ease down my body. My middle finger moved over my belly button and down my
body. I was at the soft crest of my mound, just about to touch myself when I
hesitated. I stopped myself, letting out a long sigh, and I grabbed for a
towel. I bunched it up and stuck it to my face, smelling Jace. The clean scent
of his soap, the smell of a clean man. Something about him being so dirty yet
smelling this clean drove me wild.
I slowly wrapped the towel around
my body and hooked it at the top.
It was probably the closest I’d get
to feeling Jace, right?
I walked to the shower and turned
the water on.
I turned the knob for hot and
waited.
Taking a few breaths, mixed with
the rushing water and the steam rising, I felt peace. For the first time that
day.
But a few seconds later, before I
could take another really good deep breath, that all changed.
A hand slipped around my body,
another around my waist …
I kicked and thrashed as I was
dragged back to the sink. When I looked at the reflection, I felt my heart race
even more.
It was Jace.
He broke his hold and backed up,
smiling like the son of a bitch he was.
I spun around and swung my hand,
slapping him across the face.
“What is wrong with you?” I yelled.
“This is my house, sweetie. And
that’s my towel.”
He reached out and grabbed the weak
knot. His fingers were touching my skin, almost touching my breasts.
He waited a few seconds and said, “And
that’s my shower. My water. My everything. Should I take my towel back?”
I swallowed hard. “Please…”
He pulled but didn’t strip me of
the towel. He forced my body to crash into his. I could smell him. The outlaw.
The roughness. The scent of grease and steel. The scent of a criminal. And it
was all turning me on.
“I want to know why you’re here,” he
said.
“I told you…”
“Someone went after my guys. Ran
one off the road. Shot another in the head and killed him.”
“What?”
“The description was a black car.
You said a car was following you.”
My heart sank. My jaw dropped. “Oh
my…”
“I need all the truth you’ve got,
sweetie. Or there’s no protection.”
“I’ll tell you anything,” I said. “I
swear, Jace, I don’t know about the car. I was on the porch, knocking on your
door…”
“I smell nothing but bullshit,” he
said.
He let me go and walked to the
shower. He turned the water off.
“What are you going to do?”
Jace stepped toward me. “I’m going
to get the truth, Ava. I need to piece this together, one way or another.”
I backed up. “Don’t hurt me, Jace.
I’m not lying…”
His hands grabbed my waist. “You’re
too beautiful to hurt, sweetie. That’s my downfall and your saving grace. Right
now, I’m thirsty. I’m hungry. And you’re going to tell me what I want to hear.
Understand me?”
I slowly nodded. I had no idea what
he meant by all of that.
His hand reached up and touched my
cheek.
Slowly, he led me from the bathroom
and around the corner to his bedroom. He shut the door behind him. My legs felt
wobbly.
I turned and stood there. “I don’t
know a thing about that car. I don’t know how this connects to you and
mind demanded to know what the rest looked like.
Foolish. Stop.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
It was long enough of a mirror that I could see my breasts. My darker
complexion gave way to rosy pink nipples. They were a little too big for my
liking, always leaving me a little self-conscious. I cupped under my breasts
and bit my lip, running my thumbs across the nipples. They were instantly hard
as I sucked in a breath. My body jumped, my hips jerking a little, a flood of
moisture between my thighs.
No lie, it had been a long time
since I had enjoyed myself. Everything for me was best left casual. That’s how
I survived. I feared anyone getting close… but I longed for it. I was desperate…
I shut my eyes and let my right
hand ease down my body. My middle finger moved over my belly button and down my
body. I was at the soft crest of my mound, just about to touch myself when I
hesitated. I stopped myself, letting out a long sigh, and I grabbed for a
towel. I bunched it up and stuck it to my face, smelling Jace. The clean scent
of his soap, the smell of a clean man. Something about him being so dirty yet
smelling this clean drove me wild.
I slowly wrapped the towel around
my body and hooked it at the top.
It was probably the closest I’d get
to feeling Jace, right?
I walked to the shower and turned
the water on.
I turned the knob for hot and
waited.
Taking a few breaths, mixed with
the rushing water and the steam rising, I felt peace. For the first time that
day.
But a few seconds later, before I
could take another really good deep breath, that all changed.
A hand slipped around my body,
another around my waist …
I kicked and thrashed as I was
dragged back to the sink. When I looked at the reflection, I felt my heart race
even more.
It was Jace.
He broke his hold and backed up,
smiling like the son of a bitch he was.
I spun around and swung my hand,
slapping him across the face.
“What is wrong with you?” I yelled.
“This is my house, sweetie. And
that’s my towel.”
He reached out and grabbed the weak
knot. His fingers were touching my skin, almost touching my breasts.
He waited a few seconds and said, “And
that’s my shower. My water. My everything. Should I take my towel back?”
I swallowed hard. “Please…”
He pulled but didn’t strip me of
the towel. He forced my body to crash into his. I could smell him. The outlaw.
The roughness. The scent of grease and steel. The scent of a criminal. And it
was all turning me on.
“I want to know why you’re here,” he
said.
“I told you…”
“Someone went after my guys. Ran
one off the road. Shot another in the head and killed him.”
“What?”
“The description was a black car.
You said a car was following you.”
My heart sank. My jaw dropped. “Oh
my…”
“I need all the truth you’ve got,
sweetie. Or there’s no protection.”
“I’ll tell you anything,” I said. “I
swear, Jace, I don’t know about the car. I was on the porch, knocking on your
door…”
“I smell nothing but bullshit,” he
said.
He let me go and walked to the
shower. He turned the water off.
“What are you going to do?”
Jace stepped toward me. “I’m going
to get the truth, Ava. I need to piece this together, one way or another.”
I backed up. “Don’t hurt me, Jace.
I’m not lying…”
His hands grabbed my waist. “You’re
too beautiful to hurt, sweetie. That’s my downfall and your saving grace. Right
now, I’m thirsty. I’m hungry. And you’re going to tell me what I want to hear.
Understand me?”
I slowly nodded. I had no idea what
he meant by all of that.
His hand reached up and touched my
cheek.
Slowly, he led me from the bathroom
and around the corner to his bedroom. He shut the door behind him. My legs felt
wobbly.
I turned and stood there. “I don’t
know a thing about that car. I don’t know how this connects to you and
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