Page 7 of Satisfied
I wouldn’t have minded going to a few parties myself, to see what it was like. I was curious, to be honest. But the lies bothered me. The duplicity. It surprised me that Jack, the golden boy, could spend Saturday night getting drunk at a strip club and then show up at church the next day, looking like a choir boy with an innocent expression to match.
I walked into our relationship blindly, unsure of what to expect from the man. And now, I’m about to walk into yet another situation, except this time, my eyes are wide open.
This should be worse, right?
Right?
Hacking and stealing? Surely that’s worse than living a double life. A man who steals half a million dollars from a band of criminals has to be insane, so why the heck am I not on the next bus out of this godless city?
Knowing what I know, I must be out of my mind to follow Ransom into his home. I should have asked him to drop me off at the nearest bus station and left the city, but instead I accompanied him to his apartment. I let him show me to the bedroom I would be using, and now I’m in his shower, washing away the exhaustion of the day and questioning every decision in my life.
I shouldn’t be here.With him. I should move to the mountains and…well, do whatever it is people who live in the mountains do. Hunting, fishing…I could learn how to do that. I could get in touch with my sister. Live a simple life. Maybe once I’m all healed up from the trauma this city has inflicted on me, I could meet a nice mountain man.
But then again, with my luck, it would probably be someone much crazier than Jack or Ransom.
I hacked into an account and stole half a million dollars.
Jesus. As if anything could be crazier than that!
I brush my wet hair from my eyes and find myself wondering how someone has the balls to steal from the Steel Rebels. How is he still alive? The club is infamous for being ruthless, and I’m surprised they hired Ransom to work for them instead of making an example of him. I’ve heard enough stories about the Rebels to know they are not to be messed with. It’s no secret in the city that they’ve been responsible for a few of the bodies floating up in Lake Michigan, and yet, someone did live after messing with them. Ransom did.
And he didn’t just live to tell the story, but now he works for them, which means he must be impressive with his skills.
I can take care of the tracker for you.
A hacker, huh?
He must be good with his hands. I can’t help but imagine those long fingers flying over the keyboard, those golden eyes focused on multiple screens as he works. The same eyes that have been locked on me for almost a month, tracing my every movement and lighting a fire within me.
Let’s just say, I’m good with tech and can get rid of the tracker so he doesn’t find you. I can make him believe you’re in Mexico or somewhere across the ocean, if you want.
My eyelids flutter closed as my mind wanders to the man and to the secret fantasies I only ever entertain when I’m alone. I squeeze soap into my palm and then slide it down my arms and to my breasts, pinching my pebbling nipples between my fingers before rubbing at the sting. I’ve never had anyone touch me like this, and now I can’t help but picture Ransom’s long fingers caressing my skin, his hot breath fanning my neck as those skilled hands explore my body…touching me in places no one’s ever touched before.
Once, Jack made me watch porn with him so I would “be ready for our wedding night.” I didn’t really want to, but heseemed so excited about it and I didn’t want to make a big fuss or let him down. So I watched, even paid attention, learning how a man can touch a woman, what kind of sounds he can draw out of her—the kind of noises she can pull out of him. I couldn’t look away as two people rubbed against each other on his computer screen; the obscene sounds they made were enough to have me blushing fiercely all night.
But before Ransom, I never pictured myself doing those things with anyone. When I watched those bodies grind against each other, I never once pictured myself doing it. Never with Jack.
But now, I find myself wondering what it would feel like to be naked with Ransom, grinding against him. How his erection would feel pressed against my intimate parts, and Christ, it’s wrong to think about this…
To think about kissing the man or caressing his body, touching myself to thoughts of him without his knowledge.
It’s sinful.
But it sends my pulse drumming harshly against my skin and makes the spot between my legs grow slick with arousal. Aching for relief.
It’s Ransom’s fingers I picture when I slide my hand over my stomach, moving slowly down until I’m touching my wet folds. I shouldn’t…but it’s his voice in my ear, that deep, warm, sensual voice that tells me all the things he’d like to do to me.
I’m going to ride this pussy all night, baby.
That’s what the man in Jack’s video said, but when I hear those words spoken this time, I imagine them spoken by someone who can steal the air from my lungs by simply looking at me. By merely being in the same apartment as me. Even with a wall between us, Ransom still makes my body tremble for him.
“I’ll fuck you so hard you’re going to be thinking about me all week.”
“Ransom,” I moan softly, biting my bottom lip as I slide my finger between my folds, whimpering at the delicious sensation that shoots through my tummy. “Oh God!”
My back falls against the wet wall, and I can only hope the shower is loud enough to mute the sounds I’m making as I start rubbing my clit with one hand and playing with my nipples with the other. It’s his voice I imagine in my head, urging me on as I massage the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs.
Sweetheart.
