“No hiding, baby. I want to see all of you.” Jagger kissed his way down her body and tugged her nipple into his mouth, and Justice just about bucked off the bed. She watched him as he kissed his way down her body, pulling her jeans down her legsas he went. Justice lay completely bare underneath him, panting with need.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Justice.” She looked down to where he knelt between her legs, and she wasn’t sure what to do.
“I want to see you, too, Jag.” She reached for him, and he spread her legs over his shoulders, settling in between them.
“In a minute, honey. I need to see if you taste as good as you look,” he moaned as he sank two fingers inside of her.
Justice felt him stretching her and wanted to grind her wet folds against his hand. It was all too much—the sensations, the feelings. She didn’t know if she could handle much more. Just when she thought she couldn’t take another second of his attention, Jagger licked her hot core, and she bucked against his face.
“Please, Jagger,” she panted. Justice knew she sounded needy, but she didn’t care. Jagger seemed to know exactly what she needed, lightly biting her clit between his teeth, and she completely lost control, shouting out his name. Jagger stood and stripped out of his shirt, and Justice wanted to run her hands all over his body. She leaned up on her elbows to watch him, and he seemed to like her attention. His shy smile made her heart skip a beat, and his arms and abs made her want to climb him like a tree.
“You keep looking at me like that, baby, and this is going to be over way too fast.” Jagger unzipped his jeans, and Justice bit her lip and groaned, watching his every move like a wild cat stalking her prey. She never felt this turned on before, and a part of her worried that she was doing everything wrong, but Jagger’s erection told her otherwise. Justice reached for his cock, wanting to give him the same attention that he had just given to her. Jagger slid his jeans down his thick legs, and Justice wrapped her hands around his erection.
“Fuck, honey, that feels good,” Jagger hissed. Justice could tell he was holding back, and she sank to her knees on the floor in front of him, silently accepting his challenge. “Fair warning, honey, I won’t last long if you put your lips around me.” She smiled up at him and loved the way his body tensed as she ran her tongue along the head of his shaft. Justice was going to like teasing Jagger—it made her heady with power. She might not have experience when it came to any of this, but Jagger made her feel like she knew exactly what she was doing. She sucked him into her mouth, and Jagger moaned and inched his way in deeper.
“That’s right, baby, just like that. Breathe through your nose.” Justice took him a little deeper and swallowed, eliciting another moan from deep inside of him. “Fuck,” Jagger cursed, pulling free from her mouth. He rushed around the room, putting his clothes back on and tossing hers to her. Justice watched him, still on her knees at the foot of the bed, fearing she had done something wrong. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she knew she was going to fucking lose it and cry like a big baby. “If I did something wrong, Jagger, I can try again. We don’t have to stop,” she croaked, wiping at the hot tears that already started to spill down her face. Jagger growled and pulled her up his body and into his arms.
“You were perfect, honey. We are about to have company. The alarm on my phone went off— someone is on the property.” Justice didn’t hear an alarm. Hell, she had been so fixated on getting everything just right for her first time that she blocked out everything around her except Jagger. “I didn’t hear an alarm,” she said. She felt almost embarrassed that she didn’t pay attention to something like that, given that her father was probably hunting them down at this point.
Jagger chuckled, “Well, I’d be a little insulted if you did, honey. You had your hands full of, well, me.” He laughed at hisown joke and then quickly sobered. “I want you to stay here in this bedroom and lock the door. Don’t leave for any reason, no matter what you hear. Am I clear?” Justice suddenly felt very afraid and very naked. She pulled the quilt off the bed and wrapped herself in it. Jagger kissed her mouth and swatted her ass. “Stay,” he commanded, pointing his finger at her. Justice nodded and watched him walk out of the room. She quickly shut the door and locked it, slumping down to the bed, consumed with worry and fear that she might never see Jagger again. That thought terrified her.
Jagger rushed to his office on the main floor and opened his gun safe. He needed to make sure he was properly outfitted to handle whatever tripped his security cameras. He opened his laptop and punched in his secure ID to access the breach and watched the last few minutes of camera footage. He sighed to himself when he saw it was only Dean crossing the property on his snowmobile, even flipping off the camera. He laughed, relieved that it was his friend, but pissed that he and Justice were being interrupted. Jagger decided to head Dean off at the front entrance before he had a chance to get into the house and realize what he and Justice were up to. He certainly didn’t need any shit from his best friend over fucking the woman he abducted yesterday. Dean would never let him live any of this down.
“This better be good, Dean. You just fucking left here a few hours ago,” Jagger growled as he swung his front door open. He couldn’t believe he was standing on his front porch with Dean instead of in bed with a very naked Justice. He was so close to making her his, and his cock was screaming for attention. Hewanted to beat his best friend for interrupting, but from the grave expression on Dean’s face, he had good reason to be there.
“Hobbs is searching for the two of you. I’ve made a few calls and have some friends who are on the inside of his organization. You didn’t hear this from me, but Hobbs is being investigated for human trafficking, which doesn’t seem like too much of a stretch given what he wants to do with his daughter. I’m worried about Jules, man. If we don’t get her out soon, he could have her shipped off, and we’ll never see her again.”
“Fuck,” Jagger cursed. He felt helpless, and the only connection to his sister was lying naked in his cabin. “What the hell do we do now?” Jagger asked.
Dean sighed, “I’m in constant contact with my guys on the inside, but they can’t blow their cover. Hobbs is working on something big, and if we blow their identities now, we might never get another opportunity to bring him down. I think his business dealings and latest transports hinge on marrying Justice off to Wolf, but we need more information. Jag, if I had known that you and Jules were tied up with someone like Hobbs, I would have done more to help you both.” Jagger knew Dean would do anything to help him and keep Jules safe; he just wished he didn’t have to ask his friend to pull strings for him. One thing was clear from this new information—he couldn’t handle Hobbs on his own. He needed Dean’s help.
“So, we just wait?” Jagger paced his porch, trying to keep his temper at bay.
“Have you had a chance to talk to Justice about marrying you? I can help make that happen today, and it might be our best bet to keep her safe. If she’s already married, Wolf can’t have her. She becomes a non-issue and one less person to worry about.” Dean looked him up and down, took in his lack of clothing, and smirked.
“Asshole,” Jagger growled. “No, we haven’t done a whole lot of talking since you left. Hobbs called and told me to sit tight. He asked where we were, but I didn’t give him a straight answer.”
“Well, that must have pissed him off because he’s widened his search for the two of you. He’s even put a bounty on Justice’s head just in case you decide not to deliver her safely to him. He called it his insurance policy, and my friend tells me it’s a good sum of money. Hobbs wanted to make sure his associates took this seriously. It’s only a matter of time before someone finds you two. Marry her and get her as far from here as you can.” Jagger knew Dean was right. If he married, Justice Wolf couldn’t. It really couldn’t be that simple, though. It could backfire on them. If Justice were no longer available, Hobbs might just kill them all.
“Pack your gear and meet me at the courthouse downtown in an hour,” Dean ordered.
“Fine. Make it happen, and I’ll get Justice to agree.” Jagger knew he was taking a chance, but he didn’t care. He wanted to keep Justice safe, and if convincing her to marry him was the only way to do it, then that’s what he would do.
Anthony Hobbs sat at his big desk, watching as the whole world around him seemed to scramble to follow his commands. Having so much power was everything he had ever dreamed of, and if he had his way, he would have everything he wanted at his fingertips. His mother never really understood him, often asking why he couldn’t be happy with the hand that life dealt him. Norma Jeane never understood how he could walk away from ranching and go into politics. But he wasn’t his father, and he was damn sure not going to waste his life takingcare of cattle and crops only to die and be buried in the same dirt he worked on every day. He watched his father throw his life away, and he wasn’t about to make that same mistake. His wife never seemed to understand his drive, either; that’s why he did what he needed to do to get rid of her. She fought him at every turn, and when it came to agreeing on how to handle raising their only daughter, Justice—they didn’t. He was tired of being second-guessed in his own home, so he did what he had to do and made her death look like a suicide.
Justice had a lot of her mother’s stubborn streak in her, but he didn’t let that deter his plans. Once he had her thrown into the crazy bin, she settled right down. Well, until his mother stuck her nose into his business and took Justice away from him, ruining his plans to give her to Jordan Wolf. He needed Wolf, or his business was going to go under. Hell, his whole life would fall to shit if it wasn’t for Wolf’s money, and lucky for him, he had something that Wolf wanted—Justice. Wolf told Tony that if she was pure, he’d make all his dreams come true, and he hoped like fuck that his little princess hadn’t spread her legs open for any other slime ball. He needed to milk her for all the pain and misery she caused him these past two years. He knew Wolf wasn’t going to be Prince Charming when it came to the way he handled Justice, and that was just fine with him. He knew that if anyone could put Justice in her place, it would be Wolf.
“Mr. Hobbs, Sir. We might have a lead on your daughter’s whereabouts.” Well, that was the best news he heard all day.
“Where are they?” he barked. He didn’t trust Jagger James as far as he could throw him—that was the main reason he kept his whiney, annoying sister around. Jules James was sexy as fuck, but she never shut up, and her constant whining was enough to make him want to just hand her over to Wolf. Jordan wanted Jules for himself until he could get his hands on Justice, and Tony couldn’t blame him. If he gagged Jules, he would be able totolerate her better, but that wasn’t part of the game. He knew he needed to keep his cock in his pants and his head in the match to finish what he started with Wolf and deliver his daughter, as promised.
Tony knew that Jagger was military trained and a pilot too, which made him indispensable to him and his business needs. He wanted him in his organization, and he’d do just about anything to keep him around, even hold Jules as a hostage. He just hoped that Jagger didn’t change the rules on him and decide that he wanted to keep his pretty little princess all for himself because that was a deal he couldn’t make. Wolf’s money was too important for his business and his political goals. If Jagger James got in the way, he’d just have to take care of him and his sister, like he did all his other problems. He’d just make them both disappear.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Justice was in the shower when Jagger finally made his way back into the bedroom. She knew that he was going to be pissed that she unlocked the bedroom door and peeked out to make sure he was okay, but it was so quiet she worried he was hurt, or worse. So, she grabbed the lamp off the night table and made her way out of the room, ready to clobber anyone who crossed her path. Justice made it to the kitchen before seeing Jagger and Dean deep in a discussion that she was sure involved her father, and she decided to take a shower and get dressed. She honestly wasn’t sure what she was thinking of jumping into bed with Jagger. Being with him, having him touch her and kiss her everywhere, made her half-crazy with lust. She wanted more with him, but she wasn’t sure if he felt the same. Maybe he would change his mind after talking to Dean, and he wouldn’t want anything else to do with her.
Hell, he held all the cards and could easily take her truck keys back from her. Jagger could change his mind and turn her over, and she would be right back where she started. Justice turned on the hot water and stepped under the spray, letting the heat soothe her aching muscles. Her head still hurt a little fromwhere she had hit it on the road, and she had more bruises than she cared to count. She couldn’t control the sob that escaped her chest as she thought about everything that had happened to her in the last twenty-four hours. Just yesterday, she was at work and playing with Sadie, talking about Sunny’s new baby boy. God, if she missed the baby being born, she would never forgive herself. She was feeling a little homesick and wished there was a way to get them all a message that she was safe—for now. But she worried that sending any message to them would only put all her friends in danger.
