Page 64 of Done Waiting

Jagger grins. “Jason, my brother, told her I’d been stabbed. I told him not to bother her, that this could wait, but obviously, he didn’t listen.”

Stabbed?So that’s why he’s limping.I have so many questions, none of which I’m sure he’d answer right now.

Hope fills my chest.Maybe I can bang on the door and get her attention.I can’t imagine she’d leave me locked up in here.

“You’re coming with me.” A warning look is in his eyes as he stares at me. “And no, she won’t help you. Neither will her husband, who is my best friend, or my brother.” He gives me an evil grin. “I made sure of it.”

Fuck.I close my eyes, feeling helpless and foolish. First, they are his family, and god only knows what he told them. Of course they won’t help me. Second, I let him kiss me, melting against him like butter on a piece of toast fresh from the toaster.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I glare at him. “I’d like to punch you in the dick.”

Jagger throws his head back, laughing. The smug smile on his face when he tilts his head, looking down at me, irritates the hell out of me. “What’s that? You wanna suck my dick. Sorry, baby girl. We don’t have time for that right now.”

The anger flows beneath my skin like lava inside a volcano, about to erupt. “You fucking wish,” I snap.

Before I can blink, he pushes me against the wall, my hands pinned above my head by his hand. The other is on my hip, sliding down to my leg before he yanks it around his waist, pressing his hardness against me. He rolls his hips against my aching center. Even though I had sex with him recently, my body is insanely aroused, wanting him again.

“You can’t tell me you don’t want me, baby girl.” His voice is so damn husky against my ear. Then he dips his head, his lips moving to the spot on my neck that makes me crazy. As he sucks on it, my head tilts, giving him access, even as my brain screams at me to fight him. But I can’t. It’s as though I’m trapped in a spell, my body no longer under my control.

“Jagger,” his name is a sigh on my lips as my hips move with his, aching for him.What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I powerless to resist him?

“Baby girl.” The nickname is a seductive whisper, pulling me deeper into his web. “You want me, don’t you?”

God, yes. Pressing my lips tightly together so I don’t say that, I close my eyes, trying to find the courage to resist him. To push him away and fight him.

As if the fucker knows that I’m digging deep, trying to find the courage to push him away and scream at him, he pulls his hips away from mine. His lips lightly nip at my neck before his hot tongue slowly soothes it, the sensual movement of his tongue over my heated skin causing goosebumps to erupt all over my body.

Then his hand slides to the waistband of my yoga pants and slides down them before I realize what he’s doing. His fingers rub over my panties, and I feel the curve of his smile against my neck as he says, “Different panties than you had on earlier. Didwe ruin the other ones from my come running out of you after we fucked?”

Asshole.“No, I took them off and lit them on fire so I’d have no reminders of you,” I snapped.

He chuckles against me, breaths tickling my skin. “You’re a liar, baby girl. I’ll bet those panties were uncomfortably soaked from our come running out of you. I know my boxers were soaked from you gushing all over my dick.” His fingers rub over my panties, his mouth sucking on my neck again.

I don’t say a word, too focused on trying not to moan from the way he’s expertly touching my pussy through my panties.God, I hope he doesn’t—

My thoughts are cut off as he slides my panties aside and plunges a finger deep inside of me. At the same time, his mouth leaves my neck, lips close to mine as his stare bores into me.

“Fuck, baby girl. This soaked pussy doesn’t lie to me.” He slowly slides his finger out, before ramming it back in.

I close my eyes, trying to hide from him. But he makes it impossible when he adds a second finger, sliding them deep inside of me, expertly pleasing me like he’s done this a million times.

Shit.My lips part, my breaths falling out of me faster as desire crashes over me, drowning me. I’m helpless against him as he fingers me in a way no man has ever done before.

“This pussy is mine,” he growls against my lips. “There are so many things I’d like to do to you. So many ways I’d love to enjoy you. But we don’t have the time right now.”

Thank God, because I swear, I’d let him do whatever he wants to me right now.

“I’ll just have to settle with sucking your hard nipple while I finger you until you shatter all over my hand.”

His words float over me, a moan passing my lips.

Releasing my wrists, his hand grips my sweatshirt, tugging it up my body. He bends slightly, his mouth capturing my nipple, teasing it with his tongue, while his fingers continue moving in and out of me.

“Jagger,” I moan, as my hips rock toward his hand.

His tongue moves faster, flicking over my nipple, as he moves inside my walls, faster and deeper. Because of the orgasms he gave me earlier, as well as the expert way he handles my body, I’m primed and aching for release again.

Jagger works me into a frenzy before I explode all over his hand, his name on my tongue. My legs shake as my orgasm washes over me, my head tilted back against the wall, moans and heavy breaths coming out of me until I’m parched, my throat dry.

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