Locked (Savage Men 2)

“Fly?”

She giggles. “Airplanes.”

“Is that like …” I hold up my hands. “Fuck no, I am not getting into those metal birds.”

Just the thought makes me want to swim from here all the way back to the island, just to avoid having to go inside one of those … things.

She laughs and shakes her head. “Lock, trust me, please. It’s safe.”

I grumble and blow out a breath, but her sweet face still manages to persuade me. “Fine.”

She immediately wraps her arms around me and hugs me tight. “You won’t regret coming home with me. I promise.”

But that’s a lie.

I already regretted it the moment I said yes.

Chapter Thirty

Accompanying Song: “Close” by Nick Jonas ft. Tove Lo

Juliet

When we’re finally out of the hospital, I’m glad to see no reporters waiting for us. Apparently, they lost interest after I refused to answer their questions, and Lock wasn’t available either.

And luckily, none of them followed me to my house.

Nothing can wipe the grin off my face as soon as I’m back home. I immediately cuddle everything in sight; my couch, my table, my walls. Even my dead plants.

I honestly don’t care; I’m that happy to be back home.

Except, the moment Lock walks in, all of that seems to vanish into thin air.

He’s broody, and he throws himself down in a chair and glares. He had a rough time. I literally had to drag him onto the airplane; he wouldn’t have come along if I didn’t. I even had to strap him to his chair and promise the flight would be over soon. He didn’t let go of my hand the entire time, and his pulse was racing.

It made my heart ache for him.

“Want me to make some tea?” I ask, trying to cheer him up. He loved it when we were still in the hospital, but now it doesn’t even make him look up. He just nods.

I rub my lips together and go into the kitchen, smelling all the herbs and food that’s in there like tea, honey, and a half-eaten bag of chips. I don’t even care if half of it has gone stale. I’m savoring the scents. I can’t wait to buy more and dig in again. God, how long has it been since I cooked a proper meal? Too long. I should make us something tonight, but what?

“Hey, have you ever had spaghetti before?”

“What?” He frowns when he looks at me.

“It’s long and you can slurp it, and it tastes like tomatoes and herbs.”

He shakes his head, shrugging, his brows raised. Guess not.

I smile. “It’s delicious. I’ll make it tonight.”

“Great.” He gets up from the chair and starts touching the television with his hands, feeling the whole thing.

“The remote is in the drawer,” I say, pointing at it.

He immediately goes for it and uses it to switch through all the channels until he finds the one we watched when we were at the hospital … animal documentaries only.

I sigh, watching him stare wistfully at it. I don’t know what to do at this point. It seems as though the farther we get away from the island, the unhappier he becomes.

There must be something I can do.

Biting my lip, I approach him from behind and wrap my arms around him. “Hey there, handsome.”

He smiles gently as I kiss him from above, my boobs firmly pressed against his head. He moans into my mouth and kisses me harder, taking my mouth. Suddenly, he drags me over the couch, making me squeal. I end up in his lap, held down in his arms, while he showers me with kisses.

I’ve never felt better in my life.

Is it abnormal to love a man who kept you a prisoner on an island?

Maybe … but I don’t like normal anyway.

He caresses my cheeks and murmurs, “You know that only tempts me to do dirty things to you.”

Grinning, I raise a brow and ask, “Like what?”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips as his hand moves down his body to the pants I bought him. He unzips himself and takes out his cock. It’s already hard. As he pushes me closer, I acquiesce and take it into my mouth.

His head falls back onto the couch as I start to lick him, eager to get him off. I want him to stop thinking. Stop everything and focus on me. I’m here … isn’t that enough?

His pre-cum makes my pussy thump, and I suck even harder to taste him. He groans and grabs a fistful of my hair, pushing me farther down until I gag. God, I love it when he does that.

He quickly pulls me back up again and rubs my ass with his free hand. A sudden soft spank has me jolting up.

“Fuck, I love your tongue wrapped around my dick,” he groans.

He shoves down my pants until they’re below my ass, and then he slides his hand inside. His fingers brush my clit and circle around it, making me wet and even hornier than I already was. And I continue sucking his dick until his veins pop and he’s about to burst.