Page 27 of Better Run
I growl at him, “I’ve had much uglier men get me off quicker.” It’s a lie, but it hits its mark. His gaze darkens.
Jayden bites me hard, and I feel his teeth dig into my skin. I throw my head back and grit my teeth. He laps at me, and it feels so good I moan. He brings me to the edge of coming again, then backs off. He does it a few more times. My inner muscles are so close to spasming. He licks a finger and puts it inside me, curling up to hit my G spot.
It forces a groan out of me. My thighs try to close around him. I’m so damn close.
I get up on my elbows and try to pull away.
“Fuck no,” he snarls. He yanks me into him and starts a hard and consistent pattern on my clit while stroking my G spot.
“You can’t fight it, little one,” Cole says in a deep husk. “Stop trying.”
I kick as sparks fly across my vision. All of my muscles clench down, and blinding pleasure fills me. I clench down in waves on his finger, my body trying to pull him deeper, to make him one with me.
The feeling goes on and on. He keeps at it until he feels my spasming stop.
I pant. I try to push his head away. It’s the wrong move. He growls and buries in me again.
I cry out from overstimulation. But soon, pressure builds again, and he wrings another orgasm out of me.
I collapse back on the bed, breathing heavily.
He releases me and crawls over me. I meet his gaze.
“Mine,” he growls, eyes burning.
I close my eyes.
He grips my chin, and my eyes startle open again. “Mine.” He watches for something, I’m not sure what. I stare back, coming down off adrenaline and pleasure.
He stands, towering over the bed. There’s a hard bulge in his pants. Then he turns on his heel and walks downstairs.
I get up on my elbows and watch him go. Cole smirks at me.
I grab the comforter and cover myself.
“That was hot, lemon drop.”
All of a sudden, his stupid nickname makes me angry. “That’s not my name,” I growl.
“Sure it is. You know you open your mouth and make this little cry when you come. It’s cute.”
I glare at him, and the image of shoving him over the balcony fills my mind.
Cole laughs, and his voice goes lower and deeper. “Whatever murderous thought crossed your little mind, go ahead and try it. We’ll fight, and then I’ll fill you with my come on his bed.”
I stand, pussy hot again, and snatch up the comforter with my torn panties and leggings. I march downstairs.
It’s only then that I remember what I saw in the garage. Two sets of keys hung on the wall right by the garage door. Keys to the cars.
***
To give the best odds, I have to wait until sunset to kick-start my plan. It makes me nervous all the next day. I feel like I’m doing a good job of covering it up, but Jayden keeps giving me long searching looks.
Still, my plan isn’t completely ruined. After dinner, I go to the bathroom and shut the door. I brace my hands on either end of the sink, take a deep breath, and get to work.
A little later, I start crying. At least, I try. For some reason, the tears feel clogged inside, and my emotions feel dry. What the hell? I can cry when it’s the most embarrassing, but not when I try to?
I growl. This is gonna hurt like a bitch.
