“Don’t stop.” I sink my nails in his shoulders, eliminating the tiny gap between us. “I’m so close.”
“Three...” He slaps his big hand on my thigh, spreading me wider. “Two...” His other hand slips under my head, lifting it off the pillow, his forehead against mine. “One. Let go. Fuckingcomefor me, pretty girl.”
I do. My body obeys the order, every muscle wound up tight, my breath caught in my throat for a delirious second before the orgasm strikes like a clap of lightning.
Nash slams in one last time, then pulls out, still holding the back of my neck, angling my head so I’ll watch him jerk his cock fast and hard.
We should start using condoms, but it feels like a felony to missthis, the most sinful, filthy, erotic visual. The tendons on his neck pulse. A bead of sweat slides down his temple and his biceps bulge as he jerks his length.
A muscle feathers his jaw. He grinds his teeth, freezing when the orgasm rattles through him, swift and all-consuming. A low, gravelly groan vibrates his chest as warm cum spatters my breasts and stomach, hitting as high as my neck.
He falls forward, completely spent. Utterly unfazed over the mess he’s made of me and himself.
“Don’t ever put yourself in danger,” he says, brushing my hair over my ears. “Promise you won’t go looking for Jensen again, Hailey.”
“But—”
“Nobuts. You trust my judgment. He’s been gone almost three days. Humans can survive three minutes without oxygen, three—”
“Days without water, and three weeks without food,” I finish for him. “Dad taught me that rule years ago.” I rest my cheek against his chest, my breathing sawing in and out.
“Then you know if he’s in the woods, the chances he’s still alive are slim. The cops are looking, but you won’t go there again. You’re mine, pretty girl. You need to protect what’s mine. Especially when I’m not around to do it.”
38
Carter
Ipull up and a rare sense of dread fills my veins.
Jensen doesn’t move a muscle.
The headlights illuminate his pale, wet body strapped to the chair three feet away, the up and down movement of his chest notably missing.
Three days is a lot of time to consider the consequences and—as bitter a pill as it is to swallow—leaving Jensen out here wasnotmy brightest moment.
I had good intentions, but... oh well. Shit happens.
Instead of hauling Jensen out here, I should’ve killed him in Boston. Andres would’ve disposed of the body on the spot, saving me another trip today.
I came here knowing Jensen wouldn’t see another sunrise. Like I said, three days is a long time to think, and leaving Jensen alive would be a bad move. I’d have had to trust he’d keep his tongue in check and stay away from Hailey.
Trust isn’t earned in three days.
Yup, this whole endeavor wasnotthought out. In my defense, both this territoriality and the pathological protectiveness I feel for Hailey are new. Difficult to navigate. Both make me an impatient, vengeful man. Maybe I’m more like my dad than I’d like to admit. It’ll take a while before I learn how to manage these feelings and alter my decision-making process.
I exit the car, my boots crunching fresh leaves as I get closer, pressing two fingers to Jensen’s neck to confirm my assumption from his stiff, pale body.
No pulse... looks like fate has made my decision... one less job for today. I don’t have to kill him.
He’s dead.
A man his size should’ve lasted longer.
I unclasp the leather straps binding Jensen’s wrist, my clothes soaked as I crouch to release his legs.
The cops began searching the woods less than an hour before I came out. I doubt they made it two miles in, given the rain’s falling in fucking sheets, turning the woodland into a slick, muddy obstacle course. The dark, cloudy sky making nine am look like nine pm won’t help them, either.
Even if they walk for ten hours straight, they won’t find him. They started behind the main building, heading north, and Jensen’s down south.
