by Paula Cox
When he finally sees me, his eyes grow wide. The searing black pupils dilate, and he softens like putty in my hands. “Jenna? Dammit! I’ve been looking for you—”
Everything about me feels lighter hearing him say that. I’d run out of hope that he cared enough to search for me. But this was confirmation that maybe, just maybe, there was something there. Something real between us.
But as I look over towards Enrique, distracted by a few of his men, dread and hopelessness come flooding back. He can’t be here. Enrique will kill him and me (though that matters less at this point). And it’s probably only seconds away until Yule and his sidekicks come after me too.
I press my hands up against Rev, pushing him towards the exit. “You have to get out of here.”
“What?” he asks, an offended note in his voice. “Why the hell would I do that? I’m not about to leave here without you, Jenna. You’re what I came for.”
“Give me some money.”
“I’m not paying you for—”
“Rev!” I reach behind him and thrust my hand into his pocket. He watches amused as I pull out a wad of cash. As I walk away, I say, “I hope you don’t need this.”
Finally following my train of thought, he heads towards the red door rooms and waits for me to get the key from the bartenders. They take my cash and jot down my name and the client’s name. I lie and say it’s Yule, hoping they won’t double check with him.
The key in my hand, I dash back towards the room. I push him in, slamming the door behind me. The pounding thud of the bass is finally muffled so that I don’t need to yell over stale rock music. Rev takes a seat on the sofa, lying back a little too casually for my liking.
He smiles. “This better be good, Jenna. That was all my cash. Now that you’re Enrique’s girl—”
I cut him off. “I’m not his girl.”
“You’re here. You’re dressed like a fucking hooker in that... dress. And he lays claim on all the girls he employs. You think that I believe you didn’t sleep with him?”
“I didn’t sleep with him, Rev! Why the hell would I sleep with him?” My blood boils over his accusation. My reputation with regard to sex has never, ever, been in question... with the exception of this hot bad boy biker in front of me. I was the good girl; the girl who did it right. I didn’t sleep on first dates or with guys I wasn’t serious with. And then Rev came along and my entire world changed.
“Why wouldn’t you?” he sneers. His face has completely changed from the playful guy on the couch to suspicious, angry.
My mind races and runs in circles until I spit out the only truth I can say, “Because I don’t have feelings for him, you idiot! I want you.”
He gets to his feet and comes towards me. I back up until I feel the cold wall on my bare shoulder blades.
He presses himself against as he whispers, “What did you say?”
My lip shakes at his breath on my face. He leans his face closer to mine—so close that I can trace the lines, the light wrinkles, the tightened skin when he smiles with my eyes.
“I want you, Rev,” I say, almost breathless.
Rev cups my face in his hands, pulling my lips to his. I couldn’t break away from him even if I tried.
Chapter Twelve
Rev
“Rev...” she says as I kiss her neck. “We don’t have...” Her voice whimpers as my knee spreads her legs apart. “We have to...”
My hands press into her breasts, pulling down her tight black dress. “Shut up, Jenna,” I growl. “You know you want this. I know you want this. And fuck it, I’m not wasting another minute pretending like this isn’t what I want, too.”
I hoist her up into the air with my hands curled around the backside of her thighs. She squeals in shock and delight as we travel towards the couch. I toss her onto it, her tiny feet in sky-high heels just barely touch the bottom.
Forcing myself between her thighs, I press against her, gently but firmly.
“Tell me you didn’t fuck him,” I hiss. “Tell me why you didn’t.”I needed to hear it again—for my pleasure this time.
“I didn’t touch him.” She stares directly into my eyes. A smile curls over her lips as she adds, “The only one I want is you, Rev.”
“And what do you want right now?”
She looks down at the bulge in my pants I can no longer hide. One of her hands floats down between us and begins to stroke against the denim. While the other side of her palm massages the thin line of the thin panties she’s wearing.
“I want this,” she states, almost breathless. She puts a bit more pressure on my package while she continues, “I want your cock inside of me—fucking me as hard. I want you to take me. Right here. Right now.”
She leans in to kiss me, but I pull back. “Not yet,” I tease.
Before she can protest, I’m down on my knees with my head where my hips just were. I nudge her hand away from her pussy so that I have a clear view. The smell of lavender and rain flood my senses, and I realize just how fucking hungry I am.
Jenna’s panties come off easily—almost too easily. As I slip them down her thighs and off her pointed feet, I wonder if they don’t belong to her. I place them in my back pocket just in case I want to revisit the scent of her later on.
She licks her lips as she waits for me to dive in, but I can’t help but enjoy this—this feeling of knowing what’s coming but not giving it to her so easily. I want her to wait and wonder. I want her to fucking hate me for being cruel.
Just to the side of me, I spot a line of fabric tearing apart from the musty old couch, and a plan lays out in my mind.
I stand up, ignoring her disappointed glare. With one thrust, I throw her hands behind her back so that they are cupped at the small of her back. With the free hand, I reach down and grab the thick strand of fabric until it begins to tear. Her eyes go wide in realization. Her lips open to argue against it, but as I tie her wrists securely together with the floral fabric, she goes silent. That wicked, curious smile says all she needs to say.
“Spread your legs,” I order her. She complies slowly, making a show out of the glare of the light hitting the inner thigh and her pussy leaning forward for me to re-inspect. With her arms behind her back, she has no choice but to watch me trace my tongue along the inside muscle of her leg, traveling up to her damp lips, and moving to the thin line splitting her into two. She gasps as my tongue sinks further inside and my lips begin to suck with a light suction.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her toes curl so far into the couch that her heels turn up. She clutches herself, grabbing first at her stomach and then moving to wear her dress has hitched itself around the base of her tits. She pinches her tiny nipples and then swirls a finger around them. My mind aches to be the one doing the teasing, but there’s a job to do down here, and I’m not about to stop now.
I spread her apart further with my fingers placed on her pubic bone. A finger slips into the tip, pushing the tiny window of skin away. Her clit, laid out to me like an open book, is an invitation. I launch my tongue at it, swishing it around the small bead until I hear her cry out.
Moisture builds around her pussy. My fingers practically glide inside of Jenna. Her hips lift up and out to meet my mouth and hands. I don’t even need to do much work when she grinds on my face like this.
“Rev,” she cries as I lick and suck my way through her, “stop. Please, stop.”
“No,” I murmur.
“Rev!” she cries louder, lifting her head toward the ceiling. “I’m going to... I need to...”
I pull away in time to see her body go into slight convulsions. Her head falls back between her shoulders and her hips rise up even higher so that she’s standing before me. Unsteady, she falls down into my arms with her eyes still closed.
“That was—”
“It’s not over,” I breathe.
With her hands still tied behind her back, I remove the dress fully. Her nude body stands before me, trails of her pleasure drip betwe
en her thighs.
There is something about her—something primal that I can’t resist. She’s not like the other girls; the girls who want to pretend to be in control. Jenna’s got a mind of her own, and it’s a mind that feels things so much more than anyone else. She studies people. She tries to understand them. Even now, she does this slight head tilt that makes my stomach ache with need for her.
She takes a step toward me, still wobbling in the heels. I lift myself onto the couch, sitting in her place. One knee presses against my thigh and then another. Her back curves as she leans down to kiss me. It’s quick—she’d lose her balance if she stays in that position too long, but it’s full of passion and longing. She wasn’t lying when she confessed she wanted me and only me.
I remove my pants and shirt as fast as I possibly can before she straddles me. She watches as I maneuver my throbbing, thick cock towards her pussy. The tip of it massages around her slick box. But she doesn’t want to play around anymore. She leans forward as my dick falls between her slits, and in one swift movement, she falls down upon it like two pieces of a puzzle connecting together.
Fuckin’ hell is she wet! Liquid in other girls turns me off. It makes them too soft, too slippery. But with Jenna’s snatch, the added lube lets me drive into her. My cock fits and fills her petite little body, and she lets me know it. Her moans echo through the empty room and over the noise of the music outside. She almost dances to the thud of the bass, using my cock as her partner.
Jenna’s tits vibrate and bounce with the action of my hips thrusting up into her. But as she leans down for balance, I place one of the mounds into my mouth. The nipple fits between my teeth so that I can pull and yank whenever her top half lifts higher in the air. She screams into my hair.
“Dammit, Jenna!” I groan, “This is... Fuck...” I can’t even get the words out to tell her how her pussy makes me feel. The electric current between us prevents me from doing anything but taking her. Which reminds me of her request—hard and fast. I can do that.
I wrap my arms around her waist and begin to pull up. She slides off of me. “Rev?” I don’t explain. I get to work.
With my hand still wrapped around her, I pull her to stand and lead her to the rounded arm of the couch. Pushing her down so that her head rests on a throw pillow, I move her so that her round, ass faces me.
“This is for disobeying me,” I whisper into her ear.
My hand slaps the white flesh, leaving a red mark. She hollers, but not out of pain.
With a deep breath, I lean in again and say, “And this is for wanting me.”
I ram my cock into her as far as it can go. Like a rocket, I launch off. She wanted hard and fast, so that’s what she’s going to get. My dick pumps into her, unrelenting, even when she begs me to slow down. Eventually, I need to hold around her shoulders to hold her up—my thrusts too powerful for her.
“Rev!” she screams, but I already know she’s about to come again. Her body has gone rigid, the muscles in her cunt tightening around my rod. Within seconds, she’s riding the waves of another orgasm, and that tips me over the edge.
I pull myself out of her just in time; the semen spills down her ass and onto her calves. To my surprise, she doesn’t move or shy away. She watches me, exhausted, until I’m ready to clean myself up.
When Jenna stands, she faces her back to me and lifts her wrists as high as she can. Without a word, I untie her, noting that its left marks around her wrists. She massages them as she sits back down on the couch and fixes her shoes.
“They’re going to notice it.”
“Why do you care? We’re getting the fuck out of here.”
“No, we’re not, Rev. I can’t go anywhere. I’m here paying off my brother’s debt. You said it yourself that this was the only way out of it for me.” In almost an instant, she looks years older. Her normally soft face hardens to the reality.
I sit next to her, careful not to touch her. “This is not the only way out, Jenna. While you were missing, I made a deal.”
“A deal? With who?” she asks, her eyes brightening.
“It doesn’t matter. I just need to say the word, and it goes into effect. But there’s a catch.”
“I don’t care what the catch is. I trust you. I should’ve trusted you this whole time, but I was so stupid.” She looks down at her hands as she adds, “I thought Enrique would keep his promise and just let me pay off the debts, but he was talking about claiming me for good after it’s done. I can’t—”
I pull her closer to me so that she falls into my chest. “I know, Jenna. I know. Enrique’s a fucking bastard. He’s always been. You can’t trust guys like him and me. We’re wild, and we don’t follow the rules. We take what’s ours.”
She releases a sob. It traps in her throat and then she coughs it up until the tears flow from her eyes. I pull her chin up so that she’s forced to look at me.
“We take what’s ours,” I repeat, “but you’re mine, and I’m not going to let Enrique do a damn thing to you. You hear me? You’re mine.”
Jenna doesn’t reply. It’s as if she hasn’t heard me. She turns her head towards the door where the handle begins to turn. There’s the click of a lock that’s holding and then the sound of someone barreling at the door with their shoulders. The music continues to play, but the noise from the crowd is gone.
Jenna looks back at me, completely panicked as the bangs intensify. “What are we going to do? They’re going to kill us if they get in.”
She’s right. They catch us together, we’re both goners. But there’s zero way out of this room. Enrique has probably roped off this place like a fortress. The window that previously opened up the back wall has been covered over and painted by junk wood. The vent above us is caulked and screwed in so tightly that no one, not even me, could pull the metal grate down with their bare hands.
With no escape possible, and only seconds to spare, I throw on my clothes while Jenna fixes the rest of her dress. She falls against the wall across from me while I reach for my phone. Quickly, I text the one person capable of helping me right now. It was time to call in the cavalry and unleash the hounds. Even though I had made the deal with Vic in earnest, I’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this.
As fast as my thick fingers allow, I send the text: At Enrique’s warehouse on the north side. They have me. Send whatever guys you can. Get the girl out. I’ll owe you the biggest fucking favor of your life. Get here. Now.
I don’t wait for him to answer. I place the phone between my belt and underwear and pray it stays in place. I run over to Jenna and land a kiss directly on her lips. She pulls and pushes back into me, holding as tightly as she can around my neck and hips. I hear her murmur something to me, but I don’t completely understand it. Instead, I place my forehead against hers as I take a deep breath in.
I whisper over the noise of the men and the breaking wood, “Don’t do anything stupid, Jenna. Listen to what I say, and trust me. And no matter what, don’t you dare let Enrique put a hand on you.”
As the door finally comes off its hinges, I feel my phone vibrate against my skin. While I couldn’t be sure, I took Vic to mean what he said when he told me he wanted to take Enrique down. Me moving up the plans wouldn’t throw a wrench in that desire.
Help was coming, but it was my job from here on out to make sure Jenna stayed alive. She stares helplessly at me as a stream of men run into the room. They flank us while another pushes Jenna towards the center with me. We’re completely and totally surrounded. But I’ve had worse odds before, and I’m fucking ready to fight my way out of this hellhole.
The first punch is a direct hit to my nose by a man wearing brass knuckles and sweating like a prized pig. He may have gotten the first shot, but I nail him on the second, clocking him out on the couch Jenna and I just fucked on.
“Rev!” Jenna screams, giving me time to turn towards a man with a plank of wood waving above his head. I duck to the side, landing at the foot of another man, but far enough away tha
t the wood shatters against the floor. I crabwalk backward on my hands and feet, but the man is able to reach down and grab me by the leg. He’s strong, almost as strong as me. I feel myself turn towards my stomach. The blood from my most likely broken nose leaves trails on the floor as I’m yanked toward the door and back out into the greater building.
Jenna screams again as two men hustle her out of the room behind me. “Rev! Please don’t hurt him!”
While she screams, everyone around me goes quiet. The men part and the man with his grip around my ankle drops me back onto the floor. I hurry to my feet, ready for round two, but no one jumps in this time around. They all stare at Enrique standing a few feet away, who looks half-buzzed, half-annoyed at the scene.
“I knew you wouldn’t go quietly,” he says. “I expected you to put up a fight. That’s why I brought this.” He pulls out a small, thick handgun with a neon green tip. My mind races. I’ve been close to death before, but this... this was staring into the face of the fucking reaper himself.
