Page 47 of Savage Revenge

Taking the stairs two at a time, I head to the kitchen to find something that will work as an ice pack. When I don’t find one in the freezer, I grab a bag of frozen corn and wrap it in a towel. I’ll text Birdie and have her pick some up from a pharmacy while she’s shopping today. She prefers to go to the local produce markets to pick out fresh vegetables once a week. Today just happened to be her day out.

I fill a cup with crushed ice from the freezer and hurry to get back to Jordyn.

Worry isn’t a feeling I’m used to, but with as pale as she looked in the bathroom, I’m definitely concerned.

When I walk in, she’s still in the same spot with the blanket over her head. Is she cold?

“Baby,” I murmur softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Where do you want the ice pack?”

Her hand slides out, fingers open for me to hand it to her. When I do, she takes it and doesn’t say anything about it being a bag of corn instead of an ice pack. I half expected a smart-ass comment about it; the fact that she says nothing bothers me.

“Do you want some ice?”

“Will you put it on the nightstand?” she asks so quietly, as if it hurts her to speak.

I set it down and do the only thing I can think of. I reach out and place my hand on her hip over the blanket, rubbing gentlecircles while I pull my phone out and search treatments and causes of migraines.

Jordyn is silent, and I read as much information as I can in just a few minutes.

“What else can I do for you, kitten? Do you think you can eat something?”

She doesn’t speak right away, and I’m not sure if she’s asleep or ignoring me. Then she lowers the blanket just enough to peek out at me.

“You don’t need to stay. I’ll be fine.”

There she is. My stubborn brat. Thinking she can handle everything by herself. All because her asshole father has taught her that she can’t count on men for anything.

“Does something trigger your migraines, or are they random?”

She closes her eyes and sighs. “They’re hormonal. I get one every month right before I start my period. I track it on an app, so I’m usually prepared and can take my medication to stop it before it gets bad, but since I don’t have my phone, I didn’t realize I was so close.”

In other words, becauseItook her phone. It’s my fault she’s in so much pain.

“You have prescription medication for it?”

“Yes. I have it in my purse and a bottle in my bathroom at home.”

Her words are lacking any fire, and I detest it. I wish she would tell me to fuck off. Not that I would. I’m not going anywhere until I know she’s feeling better.

“I’ll get it,” I tell her, continuing to run my hand up and down her hip. “Try to sleep for now.”

She nods, her eyes still closed, and a few minutes later, her breathing evens out, though her eyebrows are still pinched with pain.

I stay and watch her for a long time, eventually sending a text to my brothers to let them know I’m not coming in to work tonight. Thankfully, they don’t ask any questions because I’m not sure how I’d tell them I’m staying home to take care of my little kitten.

All I know is that she needs me, and I’m not leaving her side.

I’m right where I belong.

And I’m starting to wonder if this is where she belongs, too.

I watch her sleep, memorizing every slope, curve, and gentle feature of her beautiful face. Jordyn Kingston looks like an angel, but then she opens her brilliant, smart mouth and she is full of fire.

Last night was pure torture. Pulling my fingers from her soaking wet pussy had been as much of a punishment for me as it was for her. I couldn’t let her get away with putting a damn gun to my chest, though. Honestly, if she had shot me right then and there, it would have been worth every second I got to have my hands on her soft, lush body.

When she actually let me touch her and slide my fingers into the waistband of her panties, I nearly lost control. Nearly stripped her naked so I could stare at every perfect inch of her body. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so damn bad. With the way her pussy was literally dripping on my hand, I’d say she was right there with me.

She wanted more, and I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to give hereverything. My cock, my mouth, my fingers. And I wanted to take every one of her holes until the only name she could chant would be Daddy.

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