Though suddenly, it hit me that I’d been going about things all wrong. Ididhave something I was certain he couldn’t resist, and it wasn’t my begging. I grinned up at him. “Yesterday was day twenty-eight since I went onthe pill. Which means you can come inside me without a condom.”
Jagger’s head dropped. “Fuck. That’s cheating.”
I reached for him, but the tight restraints bit into my wrists. So I had to settle for lifting my head to his ear. “Come inside of me, Mr. Langston.Please?”
He growled. But it also did the trick. He sank into my body in one deep, hard thrust.
“You’re so damn tight. You’re going to get what you asked for faster than you want it.”
But I’d been on edge since we started, and it wasn’t going to take much to push me over. My legs wrapped around his back, and I held on for dear life as he ferociously pumped in and out. Seeing and feeling Jagger as desperate as I was made emotions bubble up inside of me. I reached for him, forgetting about the restraints, wanting to claw my nails down his back. The bite of pain made my body throb, and I moaned. Jagger shifted his hips, the thick length of him rubbing against a desperate ache inside of me.
“Come for me, Sutton.” He groaned. “Now.”
My body didn’t have to be told twice. It twitched and convulsed its way through the most powerful orgasm of my life while Jagger watched me come undone. After, he sped up his thrusts, racing to his own climax. He came inside of me with a roar so loud that it vibrated and bounced off the walls. The feel of his hot cum spilling into me caused a new quake of aftershocks to jerk through my body.
Jagger was quiet as he unlocked the cuffs and freed my wrists. He stayed that way while he went into the bathroom and came back and cleaned me up. When he was done, he covered my body with his once again, looking down into my eyes.
“You made me lose control,” he whispered before pressing his lips to mine.
“Is that a bad thing? I thought it was pretty amazing, and I didn’t have any control.”
“That remains to be seen. It’s not something that’s ever ended well before.”
CHAPTER 27
Jagger
10 years ago
“Fuck.”
I raked a hand through my hair, wishing I was back at the Emersons’, wishing I was anywhere but here.
My mother and Catherine’s apartment was a damn mess—dirty clothes all over the place, dishes piled up in the sink, half-eaten frozen dinners with cigarette butts sticking up from what was left, and don’t even get me started on the stench. It was a mix of sour, mildew, and… I sniffed again. I really hoped something hadn’t died in here, too. Meanwhile, my sister was frantically writing in her journal and hadn’t even noticed that I’d come in.
I stepped over a pizza box and cleared my throat. “Hey. Where’s Mom?”
She looked up, confused. “How did you get in?”
I held up my set of keys. “These.”
“But I had the top lock on.”
I turned to look at the door. “There is no top—”Jesus Christ. Not one, butthreeshiny new locks. One wasscrewed on more crooked than the others. I thumbed to them. “You install these yourself?”
Catherine nodded. She got up and bolted all three locks, then looked around the apartment. “I guess Mom must’ve gone out.”
My guess was that could’ve happened two days ago, and my sister wouldn’t have noticed with the state she was in. Things had taken a turn during the four years I was in the military. I took a deep breath and started to collect the garbage strewn all over. “You need to clean up after yourselves or you’re going to get bugs in here.”
She tucked her feet under her ass on the couch and went back to writing in her journal.
I raised my voice. “Catherine? Did you hear me? You need to keep this place clean.”
“You don’t have to yell at me. Leave it. I’ll do it. I’ve been sick.”
Sick. I’d been back home for five weeks now, and I hadn’t heard a single sniffle. And I stopped by every few days. I picked up one of the three prescription pill bottles sitting on the kitchen counter and twisted the cap open. Emptying the contents into my other hand, I counted the pills as I dropped them back into the canister. Twenty-nine left of the thirty-day supply I’d picked up five days ago. I walked over and stood next to the couch. “You need to take your medicine every day, too.”
“I do.”
