Page 6 of Rescuing Our Bride

When I woke up this morning, there was nothing but hopelessness. I was filled with dread and fear for how the day would end. My future looked bleak, and though I’m still uncertain of what’s to come, I already have more hope than before.

The mattress dips, and I pry my eyes open again. Jax is getting off the bed, stretching his lean body before reaching for his ski mask. His back is to me, but I still hold my breath as he pulls the black fabric off his head.

The first thing I see is his shaggy brown hair. He runs his fingers through the long strands, scratching his scalp along the way. Then he turns around to face me.

Our eyes meet, and I see all of him for the first time. He is even more handsome than I imagined him to be—a sharp jawline, strong cheekbones, and full lips made for kissing.

“Like what you see?”

“Maybe.” I grin.

“I’m taking a shower if you want to join me?”

“I’m not sure if my legs will work long enough,” I half-joke.

“Don’t worry. We won’t let you fall.” Mark’s sleepy voice meets my ears. He tussles beside me and sits up, taking off his mask as well.

Of course, he is just as good-looking as Jax, but in his own way. His hair is cut short, and he has some facial hair covering half of his face, but that only makes him more ruggedly handsome.

I’m guessing they are both around thirty years old, which makes them ten years older than me. I guess a ten-year age gap is the least taboo aspect of what we did today.

“Will the shower be big enough for all three of us?”

“Only one way to find out.” Jax shrugs and holds his hand out to me. I place my palm into his much larger one, and he pulls me off the bed with ease.

The bathroom is huge, bigger than my room at home, and the shower ends up being more than enough to fit the three of us.

Jax turns on the water from two separate showerheads, one on the side and a rainfall one from above.

I’m just about to step into the shower when I feel something wet sliding down the inside of my thigh. I look down and see creamy white cum smeared down my skin.

“Oh, my god. You didn’t use a condom.”

“I know. I meant to pull out, but fuck, you felt so good.”

“I’m not on any birth control.” I had begged my father to take me to get some, but Patrick was adamant about not giving me any.

“Don’t worry. It will be fine.” Mark tries to calm me, but his words only make me angry.

“Easy for you to say. You have money, a car, a fancy house. I have nothing but a pile of hospital bills to pay for my mom’s treatment. I can’t afford to bring a kid into this world. I can’t even take care of myself.”

Instead of answering my little rant, Mark and Jax exchange a strange look as if they are having a silent conversation with each other.

Jax suddenly tugs me into the shower, making me shriek at the sudden change of temperature.

“What do you think this is?” Mark asks, all serious as he comes up behind me.

“Well, let’s see. You kidnapped me?—”

“Saved you from a loveless marriage,” Jax corrects while he squirts some shampoo into his hand.

“Chased me when I tried to get away?—”

“Took care of you and bandaged your foot,” Mark quips, running a soapy washcloth down my back.

“Then you took my virginity?—”

“You gave it willingly, and you sure as hell loved every second of it,” Jax points out, just as he starts washing my hair. His fingers massage my scalp, reminding me how right he is.

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