Page 3 of A Moment Too Soon

“Oh, am I now?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I warned you, babe. If he ever hurts you, cheats on you, or leaves you, I’ll make you mine.”

“Do I get a say in this?” I ask, laughing.

“Mmmm…. Nope,” he says with a grin.

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” I shrug. “Although I’m not very sure you want me like that.”

“Why is that?” he asks.

“Jett,” I say with a heavy sigh. “He had me fucking every single man who came into that house. For five years… he has let his buddies pay to fuck me. I don’t think you want someone who has been run through more than a tunnel.”

“Excuse me?” he asks, snapping his head to look at me when we pull into his driveway. “What do you mean?”

“Every night he would have someone over. He would throat-fuck me, let his friend fuck me, collect the money, and then fuck me when they left. I’d just take a shower and go to bed. On the weekends, it’s usually three or four at the same time.”

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” he snarls before getting out and coming around to open my door. When he pulls me out, we grab my bags, and I’m in a daze as we walk in and take the bagsupstairs. He then grabs my hand and pulls me into the bathroom before turning the water on.

“What are you doing?” I ask when he starts to undress me.

“I’m going to take care of you, Bex,” he says softly. I nod and take my clothing off until I am completely naked. I watch as he undresses, and my eyes go wide when he takes his boxers off.

“Jesus,” I mutter before turning and stepping into the shower. He steps in behind me and turns me to face him. He looks over my body, but it’s not about lust; he is checking to see if I am actually okay. I have a welt the shape of a handprint on the side of my breast, and he sighs when he sees it. His eyes meet mine for a moment before he gently runs his fingertips across the mark Garret left behind.

“Does anything hurt?” he asks.

“He twisted the shit out of my nipple. That doesn’t feel too nice,” I admit. I wince when he cups my breast, and he frowns before moving me to lie on the built-in stone bench.

“You’re beautiful, Bex,” he says as he looks over my body. I try so hard to not stare at his massive cock, but it’s right there. “Talk to me.”

“I’m afraid of losing you,” I admit. “I keep rejecting you because I’m afraid that something will happen and our friendship will be gone.”

“Understand this, Bex,” he says before leaning down and lightly suckling on my sore nipple.

“Fuck,” I choke out.

“I told you I would take you the first chance I got, so you are mine now. Forever and always. I’ve never been shy about the fact that I’m in love with you. I’ve been patient, but I will no longer sit here and deny what we both want.”

“I can’t lose you,” I whisper.

“Pretty girl, you’ll never fucking get rid of me. You are mine, no matter if I have to tie your sexy ass to the bed and fuck you into submission,” Jett says bluntly.

“You are so… possessive,” I say, smiling.

“Bex, you haven’t seen possessive. He better thank his lucky stars I decided to let him dig his own grave by fucking up with you. I could have taken you from him at any point, and we both know it,” Jett says. “Do you remember the one night we shared together?”

“Do I remember? You ate my pussy and made me come so hard I basically passed out,” I say.

“Good, so you know a little of what to expect,” he says. When he presses his lips against mine, it’s like a light switch. Something about the way he kisses me is like all of the permission I needed to keep him for myself.

Jett starts kissing down my body, but stops. I groan in frustration when he switches gears and starts washing my body instead. When he says nothing, I start to get paranoid as if I have done something wrong. He sits me up, washing my hair before rinsing my body, and shuts the water off.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, looking down at my hands. He lifts my chin, and he looks sad. “I’m sorry if…”

“Your thighs are bruised, Bex,” he says, cupping my cheek. “I got in my head and I just needed a second.”

“What? You didn’t…”

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