Anyone who challenged me, lost. In prison, the only place to be was on top. Correctional officers did me favors, smuggled in whatever I requested, smuggled out whatever I needed, and trusted me. Trust with a guard, now that got a prisoner places.
Yeah, Brian was a fucking idiot. He’d die in there.
“Leave him hanging there, no food, no water, no conversation for a few days. He doesn’t have long before I threaten him with his sister.”
“And then what?” Sebastian asked.
If I was a real bastard, I’d follow the eye-for-an-eye rule. A sister for a sister, but it was too bad I gave a damn. She had a daughter, and that daughter needed a mother.
“And then, we grab his sister.”
Chapter Twenty
Quinn
I was hungry again, but I didn’t know how to tell Jaxon that. We had just left the house, and it was the first time I had seen where he lived. Instead of looking from the inside out, I was looking from the outside in, and the house was unlike anything I had ever seen. I placed my hands on the window of the car and nearly pressed my face against the glass like a kid enthralled driving past Disneyland.
“Holy shit,” I said in awe as I stared up at the cliff. That fact that it was a cliff astounded me. It looked like a damn mountain with how big it was. Besides windows and the large garage, it looked like your typical big rock. The way he designed it was phenomenal, and the only way inside was through the garage. No front door, but he did say on the way to the car that there were underground tunnels that led into town in case of an emergency. I kind of wanted to see them and go on an adventure, but when I told Jaxon that, he gave me a look that said I was crazy.
“The holiest,” he snickered at his smart reply.
It made me smile. I had forgotten he laughed at himself a lot, and it was reassuring that hadn’t changed.
“It’s so unique and beautiful,” I said, watching as the cliff disappeared in the distance. I turned around in my seat, still stunned by how Jaxon lived. Here I was, a part-time nurse, even though I had millions given to me by my family, I could never make as much money as Jaxon makes being a nurse.
Pat on the shoulder though— what I did was legal.
“Thanks, that is what I wanted. Plus, if anyone shot at us, they would just chip the rock, and the windows are bulletproof.”
“Cool,” I said, turning around one last time to see if I could steal another glimpse of the wonderous cliff-home. It was out of sight, blocked by the beautiful forest of tall redwoods. It truly was a beautiful area.
“So, the town is small. Boutiques only. We don’t live near a mall unless you want to travel.”
“That’s okay. I like supporting small businesses. They are essential,” I said and pressed the button to the heated seat. “Oh, yeah.” There was nothing better than toasty buns.
“Still love heated seats?”
“Till the day I die.”
“I need a warmer,” he said.
“Oh, here,” I reached forward to press the button, and he grabbed my hand, redirecting it to his hard cock.
“I’m fucking freezing, baby,” he said, rubbing my palm along his shaft. He wasn’t semi-hard, but fully erect.
“You don’t feel cold.” I played his game, knowing he liked it. “You feel really…hot,” I emphasized the T in the word, stroking his cock faster and faster.
“I’m getting there. I’m definitely,” he hissed and thrust his hips, which caused his foot to hit the gas pedal, lurching us forward onto the main road sooner than he wanted. A car honked and swerved out of the way at the same time Jaxon corrected the wheel. He jerked the wheel to the side of the road, and I removed my hand from his cock since my heart raced like a thoroughbred racehorse. “Hot,” he finally finished his thought, with both hands on the wheel at 10 and 2.
“Maybe fooling around while driving isn’t such a good idea,” I hesitantly admitted, gripping that ‘oh-shit’ handle above me for dear life.
“As much as I hate to agree with you because there is nothing better than the feel of your hands on me, I don’t think I’m mentally capable of watching the road and enjoying your touch. It’s too easy to forget what the hell I’m doing when your hands are on me.”
It was the best compliment a woman could receive.
He took a few calming breaths to slow his heart, a beat I could see through the fabric of his tight, sexy shirt, and put the car in drive as we got on the road again. We sat in silence for a few moments, trying to get over the close encounter with death. He flipped on the radio, and classic rock sounded through the speakers.
Why wasn’t I surprised? Seemed his taste in music hadn’t changed either. Jaxon was a free spirit, the kind of man that had the ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude and did whatever he wanted. I remembered one time, the year escaping me, but I remembered it was summer. It was hot as hell outside. Heatwaves floated through the air, and Jaxon’s air conditioning went out in his 1980 Jeep. It wasn’t a wrangler, so he sawed off the entire top of his Jeep, like a Wrangler, just shittier looking. It was fun to ride in, though. The air in my hair as he drove like a new teen who had just got his license, and kicked up dust on the dry, parched dirt road.