Page 13 of Better Hide

She huffs and crosses her arms. “Fine.”

I grin wider. “Open that pretty little mouth.”

Jo hesitates, then does – partially. Like she’s embarrassed or unsure of how far to open it.

I wink at her and slide the nugget in. “Bite.”

She does, pulling back immediately and glancing down.

Her submission goes straight to my dick, and I harden fully. Fucking hell, this woman affects me by barely doing anything.

I’m fucking ruined for her.

Jo takes the next bite more willingly, taking the rest of the nugget. I see the hunger in her face now.

I chuckle. “See? No reason to fight me at every turn, Jo.”

Jo’s gaze immediately hardens. “I’m only doing it because you wouldn’t let me eat otherwise.”

“Shhhh.” I put another bite in her mouth. “That’s a good girl. You’re catching on quickly.”

When she’s swallowed, she goes to say something else, but I push some more fries in her mouth instead. Jo lets loose a little moan, and her eyes roll back in her head. My dick pulses.

“Jesus,” comes softly from the front seat. Jayden’s eyes are fixed in the mirror, watching us.

I grab the drink and give it to Jo. She wraps her lips around the straw eagerly and sucks it down. Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to have her lips around me that enthusiastically.

When Jo’s done with her drink, she glances at the bags of food. “More.”

I chuckle and continue feeding her. I put my fingers close enough to the edge of the food, so her lips brush them every time she takes a bite.

Precum leaks into my pants, and every shift sends a thrill through me. The woman who fights us at every turn is letting me take care of her. I know it’s because she’s starving, but for a second, I let myself imagine it’s because she trusts me.

I want her to trust me.

Jo leans back, rubbing her stomach. “Fuck, I’m stuffed.”

“Not done.” I reach for the milkshake. We fucked her all night, and she has our initials carved into her arm. She needs more. The pill I gave her should be helping with the pain, but she needs energy to heal.

“Too much,” Jo tries to wave me off.

“No,” I level my glare at her. “At least a few bites.”

Jo groans but opens for my spoonful. I watch her lips close over the spoon, pulling every last bit away. I watch her delicate neck bob as she swallows.

Jayden shifts in the front seat, adjusting himself.

I smirk at him. “Eyes on the cars, loverboy. We’re looking for a plate, remember?”

Jayden shoots me a dark glare, then turns back to face the front, muttering, “I found her first; just remember that.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Oh wow, how very second grade of you.” I turn to Jo, a devious thought filling my mind. “Who would you pick if you had to pick one of us?”

Jo tries to grab the milkshake in my hand. “Neither. Give me that.”

I laugh, pulling it back out of her reach. “Pick!”

“Fucking hell!” Jo slumps back into her seat. “You’re both insufferable assholes who kidnapped me…twice.”

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