“Yeah,” Cat agreed, probably just to placate me.
Weren’t we the two Stooges? Both lying to make the other feel better.
The garage door burst open, and I cried out in surprise. Cat fell off her chair she was so frightened. Suddenly, I was surrounded by Jag’s scent, strong arms pulling me into a tight embrace. A sob tore from my throat and I was lifted off the ground. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and buried my face in his neck.
“Miri,” he breathed, nuzzling his nose into my hair. By now I was full-out crying with relief. “I’m so sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m here.”
Jag continued murmuring comforting words while I simply let go, allowing Jag to shoulder my burdens, my worry, my pain, while I focused only on him. By the time I ran out of tears and wiped my face, Cat was gone.
“Where—?”
“In the house,” he said, answering my unspoken question. Jag’s eyes dropped to my mouth and his pupils dilated. I sucked in a breath and swallowed, my mouth dry. We stared at each other for a second before our mouths crashed together. “Mine,” he snarled when we tore apart, gasping for air.
He walked us to the nearest surface and set me down on it. I felt cold metal beneath me and realized I was on the hood of his two million dollar 1966 Ferrari 275 GTB.
“Jag. The car—”
“Fuck the car,” he growled as he thrust his tongue down my throat. One hand behind my head, Jag used his other to free his cock. He let go of me long enough to unzip and tear off my shorts. I didn’t have time to say a word and his hands and mouth were back on me. Without warning, Jag rammed his cock home, driving deep with one brutal thrust.
Jag held my face and dove back on my mouth, licking and biting and staking his claim as he tilted my head so he could get as far inside my mouth as humanly possible. Desperation and relief poured off him in tangible waves as his hips pounded fast and hard. I clutched at his waist, digging my fingers in so I wouldn’t slide up the hood of the shiny red car. One of Jag’s arms wrapped around my lower back and he pressed his weight down on me, his bulk so heavy I had to work to breathe. I didn’t care. I had Jag in my arms, warm and safe, and reclaiming his ownership of my body as if the world would end if he couldn’t make me his.
“God I missed you.” Jag huffed when he tore from my mouth and licked a path up my throat. His teeth sank into the pulse point beneath my ear and my entire body jerked as electricity skittered down my spine.
“Jag… don’t… don’t leave me.”
“I’ll never leave you again, doll. I promise.” He lifted his head and pressed our foreheads together, locking eyes with mine. “Never.” I nodded and Jag punched his hips forward, making me cry with pleasure. “Come on, doll. Give it to me. I want it all.”
I clutched his shoulders and let my head fall back on the slick metal. My eyes rolled up in my head when Jag grabbed my ass and lifted my lower body off the car, jackhammering at a brutal pace.
“Jag… I’m close… oh!”
“Fuck, doll. Oh my God, ungh, yes! God yes, you’re so fucking perfect.”
He ground down on my clit and I detonated around him. My body went rigid and every muscle clamped tight as the orgasm was ripped from me. Fireworks exploded and my vision went dark. I gasped for air and trembled violently from head to toe.
“Yes, yes, give it to me, Miri.” Jag’s rhythm faltered and he slammed in one last time, roaring as he came. “You’re mine! Fuck yes!”
I watched as his beautiful face twisted with pleasure. His temples glistened with sweat and his neck flushed crimson where it was exposed above the collar of the shirt he still wore. Jag’s arms tightened and his biceps flexed, fingers digging into my ass, where I was sure I’d have bruises in the morning.
When the last pulse of semen drained from his cock, Jag collapsed on top of me, completely still and breathing heavy. I ran my fingers lightly up and down his spine, loving the feel of his smooth skin and hard muscles. Loving the feel of him.
After a while, we both caught our breath and our heart rates slowed to a steady pace. Jag reluctantly stood and I suddenly felt cold and exposed. My gaze darted around the garage.
Jag chuckled. “There’s no one here, doll. I made sure of it.”
My face burst into flames. Of course. I was positive Jag would never let anyone watch us have sex.
“You’re adorable.” He held out a hand. “Let’s go take a shower.”
I had a million and one questions to ask, about the men on the jet skis, where he had been for the past two days, whether or not we were safe. But when Jag smiled at me, a sight that had been hard to come by since he brought me home from Los Guerreros’ compound, all my worries vanished.
I took his hand and let him fuss over me, gently pulling up my shorts before tucking his cock back into his pants. Jag led us to the main house and up the stairs to the master bath. When we stepped under the hot spray, Jag ran his soapy hands over my body, and for the first time in a long time, I had hope.
This man was my future and I had no doubt he would do whatever it took to make sure I was cared for. That I was happy. That we were happy.
I closed my eyes and allowed Jag to lead the way. I would follow him anywhere.
Jag