Branding & Saving Lily Box Set: Books 1 & 2 (Jacob and Lily's Duet)

by Gracin Sawyer

  The new guy was a bit standoffish, but I felt he deserved more credit. He saved me too. He just didn’t have that seasoned, intimidating aura yet.

  And I’m sure Jacob and I would draw just as much attention with his perfectly muscular, bare chest, carrying a naked woman wearing only his shirt.

  We went up higher than I ever had been and got out together.

  “We got the room across from yours,” Carter said, holding out a card to Jacob. “I figured you’d need the privacy.”

  “I appreciate that,” Jacob nodded and slid the card through a black box at the door, unlocking it.

  The door shut behind us with a loud click. He carried me to the gray sofa across the room and set me down. Wide windows and double glass doors led to a balcony overlooking the city.

  Jacob left me to go to the small kitchen where he grabbed a bottle of water, bringing it back to me. He was silent, probably lost in his own thoughts.

  But his silence scared me. What if he had time to think about not wanting me now that those men had seen me? Touched me? All I wanted was for him to take those memories away.

  I needed him to touch me, to tell me he loved me. He could reclaim those places and make me his all over again. I wasn’t sure I could live if he turned me away.

  I sipped on the water and watched him, wishing I knew what he was thinking. The water felt heavenly on my throat and I gulped it down. “Can I get more?”

  He nodded and grabbed another bottle, handing it to me before turning away and walking to the windows. My heart sank. He couldn’t even look at me.

  Bravely, I stood and went to him, placing my hands on his rock hard chest. The fire that he created before came back to life low in my stomach. Looking up, I saw the silent tears well in his eyes as he stared at me.

  “Jacob,” I said, breaking the silence. “Please tell me what you’re thinking.”

  He swallowed hard. “I almost lost you.” He lifted my hands to kiss them and winced, kissing my palms down to my raw wrists. “They hurt you. They touched you.” The words he spit like venom.

  “You can take it all away, the pain, the memories.” Please. “Unless you don’t want me anymore.”

  His mouth crashed down on mine instantly, it wasn’t gentle but it was what we both needed. He was reclaiming me. His hand was in my hair, holding my head close while his other hand gripped his shirt at my back pulling me close.

  I needed this more than him. I needed to feel him. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, tasting every inch of me. Reaching up, I wound my arms around his neck, holding myself as close to him as I could.

  His thick manhood pressed hard against my stomach, making the fire rage even hotter. He pulled back, breathless. His forehead resting against mine. “Wait, honey, I can’t. We shouldn’t.”

  “Please.” It was all I could say. If he turned me away, I would die.

  Chapter 9

  Jacob

  I shouldn’t want Lily right now. She needed to heal, physically and emotionally. I was a selfish bastard to even think about making love to her right now.

  But fuck it all, those men had touched my woman. My woman. Seeing her tied, naked, and spread out on the wall had me seeing red. They were going to fuck her then discard her like a piece of trash.

  My blood boiled just thinking about it. I needed to hold her, to touch her, to make her mine. Every part of me had a natural, carnal instinct to reclaim her. She was mine and nobody would touch her and live to tell about it.

  Tears filled her eyes and she stepped back, reaffirming my judgment to not go any farther. She’d been through hell and having sex would be the farthest thing from her mind. “Honey, I’m so sorry.”

  She looked away and wiped at her cheeks. “I understand.”

  “But I don’t think you do.” I turned her face to look at me. “Lily, I won’t hurt you. I can’t.”

  She held my stare, her blue eyes faded in sadness. “This. This is hurting me.”

  “I don’t understand.” My soul ached knowing I was somehow causing her pain.

  “I need you, Jacob. I meant what I said. You can take it all away. I need you to take it away. Please don’t reject me.” Her tears fell in streams, down her cheeks.

  “Fuck, is that what you think? Honey, I’ll never turn you away. I love you. It’s killing me not to be with you right now.”

  She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. She was going to break me and I was letting her. I couldn’t deny her. I didn’t want to hurt her, but we both needed this.

  I picked her up and carried her to the bed. “Are you sure?” I asked, my voice betraying me with a deep whisper. I wasn’t sure how to stop, but if that’s what she needed, I would find a way.

  She nodded. Her eyes pooled with desire, making my rod grow harder, pressing against my jeans. “Please. Jacob, I need you.”

  Oh fuck. There was no turning back now. I lifted my shirt from her and tossed it aside, taking her all in as she lay back on the mattress. Every inch of her was beautiful, even the fresh scar on her stomach where she stabbed herself and I had to burn her to save her. I went to my knees and kissed there first. It was our spot, the one that brought us together.

  My lips trailed lower to her thighs. The one place that belonged only to me, beckoning me to taste her. “You are mine,” I told her before licking between the soft folds of her womanhood, the tip of my tongue finding her sweet nub.

  She moaned and raised her hips to meet my mouth. The motion and sound had my cock pulsating, begging to be buried inside her, but it wasn’t time. I wasn’t going to rush through this. I was going to make her come in pleasure over and over until every memory of any other man was erased from her mind, until all that was left, was me. She would know she belonged to only me once this night was over.

  Damn, she tasted so sweet. My Lily. I licked in short flicks over the bud then longer and slower as I moved lower. My tongue dove in, tasting her, my mouth filling with her wetness.

  I gripped her ass and pulled her closer, wanting to taste her deeper. Her legs spread wider, giving me more access. My innocent girl was quickly becoming my confident woman, filling me with a stronger desire.

  She trusted me. Only me.

  I felt like a caveman, in my mind all I could think was mine. Mine. Fuck. Mine! The word repeated over with each beat of my racing heart.

  She reached down and twisted her fingers in my hair. “Jacob.” She was breathless and raspy.

  “Come, honey. Let me taste you.” Fuck. The thought of her coming in my mouth had me wet. If I wasn’t careful I’d spill out in my jeans.

  I licked her again, diving back into her heat. She cried out and gripped the bedspread as she came. Her wetness filled my mouth and I sucked, not wanting to waste any part of her.

  She thrashed and shouted my name. Hell yes, it was my name. She was mine.

  I licked her one last time and rocked back to my heels to stand. She lay in a ruffled mess of sheets where she had grabbed them in ecstasy. I smiled and climbed over her, placing one knee on each side of her. Leaning down, I claimed her lips and drank of her drunken state of pleasure. I sat up and licked my lips, still tasting her wetness.

  She reached up for me, but I stood up. “I have so much more I’m gonna do with you tonight, but first, you need to eat. You’re gonna need the energy.”

  She blushed and turned her head.

  I leaned over and tipped her chin so she had to look at me. “Don’t hide from me.”

  The heat in her cheeks warmed my insides, knowing I had caused the flush of desire. I wanted to bury myself inside of her so deep.

  She flipped the button of my jeans open and I held my breath. Her gaze never left mine as she reached down and felt my hardness.

  I got up and tugged my jeans off, my shaft stood rigid and tall. She sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. “I want to do the same thing.”

  Her mouth found me with soft kisses trailing down my full length. She explored me slowly. She leaned back just eno
ugh to look up at me. “What can I do to do that for you?”

  I traced the side of her breast. “Hell, honey, you don’t have to do anything.”

  “I know, but, tell me. Teach me. Please.” Her eyes pleaded with me. I couldn’t resist her. This part of her was all mine.

  “You can use your hands and move like this,” I said wrapping my hand over hers, moving it up and down my shaft. “Or you can use your mouth.”

  She grinned wider. “How do I do that?”

  Her hands continued to move slowly over me, gripping me just tight enough to make me groan. “Put me in your mouth and suck while moving back and forth like your hand.”

  “Will that be like what you just did for me?” Her hand tightened around the tip and slid off.

  I nodded as I watched her innocently take me into her mouth. The need to have her escalated as she opened her mouth wider to accept more of me.

  Natural instincts took over as she began to suck my cock. I pushed my hips forward, thrusting deeper, but being careful not to scare her. Fitting my length wouldn’t be easy, but she eagerly opened up for me.

  This was not what I planned to do tonight, wanting to wait until she was more comfortable with sex before showing her all the ways of love making.

  The heat of her mouth and the wetness combined pushed me deep into rapture. She sucked and pulled, coming back for more, her tongue swirling around the tip, as if she’d done this a million times. I thrust again, groaning as words evaded me. My body couldn’t get enough of her, needing more. Harder, I plunged deeper into her throat.

  She backed up just a little and I worried I’d gone too far. I stilled and pulled away, even with the insistent urge to bury myself deep inside her pulsed and throbbed. “We should stop.” If I continued, I didn’t know how I’d be able to stop.

  She looked up at me sweetly, her eyes glossed over in desire, and shook her head. “No. I want to make you feel good.”

  “Honey, you always make me feel good. But you don’t have to do this.”

  Her small shoulders raised in a shrug. “But I want to. I want to be there when you come, like you just did for me. I need this, Jacob.”

  She slowly grabbed my rod with her hand and pulled me to her. Hell, just her touch about sent me over the edge. “Lily, you remember that first night with us?”

  She eyed me curiously and nodded, a new blush warmed her cheeks.

  I brushed the side of my hand down her face to her neck. “Remember how I spilled out?”

  “Yeah,” she said, lowering her eyes. “It was amazing but I thought I did something wrong.”

  Just remembering her that first night had the tip of my cock dripping in pre-cum. I groaned as her hand moved slightly. “I’m just reminding you, because if you keep doing this, I’m gonna do that again, and I can’t stop it.”

  “Then don’t stop. Let me do this. Unless, it’s wrong?” Her hand stilled. “Maybe I’m just broken and shouldn’t want this right now.”

  I placed my hand over hers and moved it up and down. “No, nothing about what you’ve done is wrong. Everything is right. You are right.”

  She smiled and leaned in to take me back into her mouth. I kept my movements slow and steady, teaching her how to move.

  She sucked as I thrust, in a rhythm that only we could have. Just as she was made for me, I was hers.

  I couldn’t hold off any longer and knew I was done. Diving in one last time, I spilled out in bursts of euphoria. “Lily,” I tried to speak, but my body shook still not ready to communicate.

  Holy fuck. She sucked everything in, swallowing as I continued to spill out inside her mouth. I didn’t expect that. Still erect and pulsating, I slowly pulled out.

  She nibbled on her bottom lip. Her lazy smile was filled with a new heat. “That was amazing.”

  I dropped to my knees and wrapped my fingers through her hair, pulling her to me. “You have no fucking idea how amazing. I love you.” My mouth crashed down on hers. Her tongue slipped past my lips searching for mine. I demanded more, pressing harder. The kiss was deep and rough. I was already hungry for more. Hell, I was would never be sated when it came to her.

  She pulled back first, emitting a small giggle. “You said something about food.”

  I laughed. As hungry as we were for each other, it was easy to forget about real food. “I’ll have food brought up. But we aren’t leaving, because I’m not done with you yet.”

  Lightly, she grazed her lips over mine. “Promise?”

  Damn, I was the luckiest man alive. And for tonight, I was going to pretend that tomorrow wouldn’t come and that yesterday never happened.

  Chapter 10

  Lily

  I slipped Jacob’s shirt back on and curled up on the sofa next to him as we waited for our food to arrive. Apparently, I had to try some local cuisine, never having anything remotely close to Mexican food before.

  I was so exhausted and my body screamed at me to sleep, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to waste a single second with Jacob. I knew how precious these moments were and how quickly they could be taken from me again.

  Heat rose to my cheeks as I remembered him licking me until I screamed his name. And then, how he let me kiss and taste him until he spilled out inside my mouth. Just thinking about what I did had my body tingling with a need to do it again. I never thought doing something like that could bring so much pleasure.

  Someone knocked on our door and Jacob picked up his gun from the table then looked out the peephole before opening it. He lowered his gun and smiled as Carter walked in, thumping him on the back.

  Carter carried two plastic bags, setting them on the counter. “Best in the city. Unless I were to cook it.” He winked at me.

  I smiled. “That’s just because you haven’t tasted my rabbit yet.”

  His laugh filled the room. “Oh, I’m still planning on it. We have a bet, don’t expect me to go easy on you.” He stared at me and his expression softened. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

  I lowered my gaze, not ready for this talk. I’d rather everyone forget about it and never speak of it again. That’s what I wanted to do myself. Pretend it never happened.

  “So,” Carter started again, clearly getting my hint that I wasn’t ready to talk. “About that other thing you asked me to pick up. It will be here in the morning.”

  Jacob nodded and thanked him.

  “See ya later, Rabbit.” Carter waved at me before closing the door behind him, leaving Jacob and I alone.

  Blissfully alone.

  Jacob chuckled. “Rabbit?”

  I shrugged. “Could be worse. You call him Flapjack.”

  Jacob’s laugh was deep and hearty. “You’re right.” He picked up the bags and brought them to the table in front of the couch. “Now we feast. There is nothing like traditional home cooked food.”

  “Home cooked?” I watched as he pulled out bowls of food from the bags.

  “Yeah, there’s a lady here who takes care of us when we come through.” He slowed and took in a long breath.

  “Was she, I mean, did you and her…” I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know if there was another woman in his life.

  He grinned sadly and shook his head. “No. Her daughter was taken by a sex trafficker. I tried to find her, but was too late. So now, when I’m here, she feeds us.”

  “Wow. It’s strange. We’ve lived the opposite end of this life.” I lowered my gaze, suddenly embarrassed. He’d seen so much and I so little.

  “Well, now you’re part of my life.” He held food out for me. “Try this. Her tortillas are to die for.”

  Taking the flat piece of bread, I bit into it. It was still warm and soft. “That’s really good.”

  He chuckled. “Wait until you put the meat with it.”

  Together we shared food and talked like the last few days never happened. It was just me and him. We stayed away from touchy topics, but dove farther into who we were, our likes and dislikes, our wants and hopes. My list was fairly short, but
his wasn’t exactly long either. Somehow, I hoped I could be there with him when he was able to do everything he wanted.

  Jacob placed the leftover food in the refrigerator then sat back down on the couch, letting me curl up next his side. “Your mother had so little in the way of choices, but gave you so much. I’m impressed by her savviness.”

  I smiled sadly. Thinking of her was hard. “You would have liked her. I miss her.”

  He kissed the top of my head. “Well, I love her daughter.”

  It was strange how safe Jacob made me feel, even hours after being tied to a wall. It was almost like a bad dream, not reality.

  I sat up, hating to leave the warmth his body offered. “I think I’m gonna take a shower.” Water could wash away the worst moments in life. And I finally felt calm enough to do such a feat.

  Jacob’s eyes glazed over, making the pit of my stomach burn with need. I knew he was the only one who could put out the fire. I blushed, ducking slightly under his intense gaze, knowing what he was thinking. Hell, I was thinking it too.

  He laughed. “Go on, I’ll be in soon.”

  Getting up, I left him on the couch to find the shower. The hot water sprayed with pulsating power. I slipped out of Jacob’s shirt and held it up to smell his clean scent still clinging to the fabric.

  Was it so wrong that I wanted him again so soon and after everything that happened? Hell, I didn’t care. Who said what was right or wrong until they were the ones who lived through it.

  I placed the shirt on the counter and stepped into the shower. Tipping my head back, I let the water fall over my face and drench my hair. Tiny bottles of shampoo and conditioner sat on the shelf. I dumped almost half the bottle onto my palm. It smelled like flowers.

  It felt so good to scrub my head. Removing all the dirt, grime, and memory of any other man but Jacob was refreshing.

  A gentle touch at the small of my back startled me, but I knew those fingers and opened my eyes to see Jacob standing naked in front of me. Water sprayed his body with droplets cascading down to where his manhood grew larger.