Page 114 of Done Waiting

“We’re going to grab a bite to eat, Jagger. We’ll keep researching and see what we come up with. If you find anything, call us.” Jason says.

I hear him set the phone on the table before the rush of air is expelled, feathering over my skin. He lowers his head against mine, his arms tightening around me.

A blissful sigh falls from my lips. “I love when you hold me like this.”

There’s a smile in his voice as he says, “Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”

“Good, because you’re never getting rid of me.”

Relishing in the feel of his hard, muscular body against mine, the warmth of it that always runs several degrees hotter than mine, all my tension drains away. His muscles relax as he holds me on his lap, stroking my back, his heart beating with mine.

This is what I love the most—when it’s just us, holding one another, the only two people in our world.

Finally, he pulls back and says, “Do you wanna watch the video?”

Lifting my head, I meet his gaze head-on. “Yes. I’m ready.”

Jagger grabs me, spinning me around, then settles me back down on him, my back to his chest. His arms cage me in as he holds his phone in front of me, then presses play on the video. My gaze immediately lands on her, and I cringe, bile rising in my throat. Taking deep breaths in and out of my nose, my gaze settles on Ben’s back and the room they are in, knowing if I keep looking at her, Jagger will chastise me. Plus, we won’t be any closer to having answers if I’m sick over what he’s doing to her.

Squinting, my eyes lock on the sweatshirt. “I’m fairly certain that’s the one he wore that night in the woods behind campus.”

“Most likely. And it’s dumb on his part.”

A thought crosses my mind and flies out of my mouth before I can stop it. “Do you have one of those for… You know.” Glancing over my shoulder, I brace myself, my muscles taut. He pauses the video before he says, “No, I burnt everything I wore when I killed those assholes.”

“Smart.” I rain kisses along his jawline, feeling like I need to let him know there’s a distinction between him and Ben.

“You need to stop doing that,” his low growl makes my lips curve up, heat flooding my body. “Unless you want my cock inside of you."

"I always want that,” I whisper seductively, feeling the rush of breath escaping his lungs pressed against my back. Before getting too distracted, I steer the conversation back to the pressing matter. “But I’d better finish watching this first.”

He nods, waiting until I turn back to the phone, then presses play again.

I watched the entire video this time, then asked him to play it again. “I don’t recognize the location at all. But as far as Ben, he’s a different person when he kills than he was…” I stop speaking, feeling Jagger’s anger swell around me. “He’s in his element here. Normally, he’s a cold, reserved shell, almost emotionless. But this… he’s feeling something. Elation, perhaps? Powerful?Satisfied? I’m not sure. I know I’ve never seen that feral…” I grapple with the term to describe what I saw on his face. “Satisfaction in his eyes. Well, except…” I bite my lip, already saying too much.

“That time he asked you to resist and struggle against him,” Jagger finishes.

I nod, my head hanging from the shame that burns my cheeks.

Jagger adjusts me in his lap, shifting me so he can view my profile. His finger moves to my chin, turning my head toward his. “We’ve talked about this, baby girl. Even though I hate that you were with him and he did that to you…” His dark eyes flame with jealousy and possessiveness, his face sullen, as his growl reaches my ears. “Nothing will ever change my opinion of or love for you.” The possessive glint in his black eyes deepens, a hint of a smile tugging his lips up. “You’remine.”

My face breaks into a smile. “We have. And I love you.”

Confusion mars my brows as Jagger stands with me in his arms. He grabbed his phone and shoved it in his pocket before swiftly striding toward the stairs.

“Where are we going?”

“To my bedroom. I need to make you forgetheever existed.”

Fuck. Heat races through my veins like wildfire, and my breaths are heavy. His desire torches my skin, setting it aflame.

His tone is brusque as he stands me on my feet in his bedroom. “Strip.” Then his hands go to the back of his hoodie, yanking it over his head. My hands fumble with my clothing, tugging my sweatshirt and leggings off my body. I’m not wearing a bra, and his lustful eyes latch onto my breasts as I slide my thong down my hips. I stare at him, salivating over the deep muscle cuts in his torso. When he yanks his jeans down, my eyes peruse his ripped thighs before going to the hard bulge jutting from his boxers.

“Lie on the bed and spread your legs wide for me, baby girl.”

A whimper of desire comes out, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I do as he instructs. A slow, steady throb beats between my legs from his words, my desire dripping as soon as he called me baby girl.

As my thighs fall open, baring myself to him, I know he sees how aroused I am by the way his breath whooshes from his lungs, his pupils dilating from his desire. He crawls onto the bed, onyx eyes locked on mine, as he licks his lips. “I need a taste of that delicious pussy before I pound you into oblivion.”

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