“Okay, trust you.” We get to her car, and the driver jumps out and opens the door.
“Is everything alright?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“No, Jacinta isn’t feeling well. We need to get her back to her hotel for the doctor to see her.” Thankfully, the driver doesn’t blink. I guess he’s paid well enough not to react in any way. I slide in behind her, pulling her back onto my lap, and he closes the door before hurrying around to get in. Before I’ve even got us settled, the vehicle is moving.
“So hot,” she complains and tries to push me away, but she’s still not coordinated enough, so I push the button for the AC and reach forward, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge. “Here, sweetie, have some of this.” I coax her to drink, only allowing her to take little sips.
I have no idea how to deal with a situation like this, but so far she’s staying sort of responsive, and I guess that’s all I can hope for.
“Can you pull into the parking garage and bring us to the private Summers elevator, please?” I ask the driver, pushing the intercom switch.
“Of course,” he responds. Other than that, the drive back to the hotel is silent, punctuated by slight moans and groans from Jacinta.
“Are you okay?” I ask stupidly. Of course she’s not.
“Body is on fire. I’m so hot.” She starts to pull at her clothes, reaching for the button of her jeans, but she still doesn’t have complete motor function. Her efforts end with sobs with frustration.
“Please help me,” she begs.
“Okay, okay, stop, you’re going to hurt yourself.” I grab her hands just before she accidentally smashes herself in the face. I move her off my lap and arrange her so she’s lying across the seat. I put a pillow behind her head before I reach for her jeans. Flicking the top button, I drag the zipper down, swallowing deeply. Any time I’ve imagined getting Jacinta Summers naked, it didnotlook like this.
I realize I can’t do anything with the jeans until I remove her boots, so I slide down the zippers on each of those and pull them off her feet, throwing them to the side, followed by her socks. Jacinta’s dainty toes are painted blood red, looking sexy as fuck, and I want to slap myself once more.Inappropriate much, Ash?
Slipping my hands in the band of her jeans, I peel them down her legs, marveling at the fact that she got them on in the first place. They are skintight with absolutely no room for anything else but her legs. They join the shoes in the pile, leaving her in just the bodysuit. She looks amazing, all pale skin and dark hair and deep red satin. I feel my dick rapidly harden and want to punch myself in it, but I’m only human. As I watch on, hoping she’s cool enough now, my mouth drops open when she slides her hand south.
“It aches so much,” she whines, and I want to punch Matthew all over again. There’s no way this is just Rohypnol. He had to have given her something like Molly to get this kind of reaction. He wasn’t leaving anything to chance.
I pull her hand away, and she cries out. “Need it!”
“No, baby, not like this. When we get back to the hotel, you can have a shower and use the showerhead or something.”
“It hurts. Please, Ash,” she begs, and I feel myself beginning to waver until my phone rings.
“How is she?” Riku demands as soon as I answer.
“It’s not good, man. He must have given her Molly as well as Rohypnol.”
Jacinta’s next sob sounds so loud in the back of the car.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Well, take care of it.”
I just about drop my phone when I hear those words. “Huh?” I ask, sounding stupid to my own ears.
“Look, man, you’re the only one who can help her at the moment. She would be mortified if the doctor arrived and she started begging him for help. Take care of her.”
“But doesn’t that make me as bad as Matthew?” I ask, not even believing I’m considering this.
“Fuck no. She likes you. She tries to hide it because she thinks that five men are one or two too many, but I can see it. I see you watching her when she doesn’t think you’re looking. You’re in deep now, so look after our girl.”
“Alex will have my balls.”
“No, he won’t. He will hug you and thank you for looking after her when he couldn’t.” Jacinta moans again, thrashing her head back and forth on the seat, her hands reaching for me before they go back to pulling at her clothes. “Help her,” he orders before hanging up.
“I’ll help, but you need to keep your hands to yourself,” I tell her. Miraculously, she leaves them where I place them above her head. “God, I hope you don’t hate me in the morning,” I whisper as I place my phone to the side and slide down onto the floor, adjusting my rock-hard dick inside my jeans. “Because I was just starting to get attached.”
ChapterFour
Jacinta
