“I can’t leave, Sam. Jordan and Alex wanted me to watch over you, and that’s what I’m going to do.” He narrowed his eyes on me. “I will not break my promise. Our team is working on getting them home, and I have complete faith in them.”
His voice softened along with his eyes, as tears began streaming down my face. “You should have faith, too. It’ll all work out, you’ll see.”
29
Jordan
“Hmm,” I groaned as I snuggled closer to Sam. My palm ran over her smooth, naked hip and up her waist, until it rested just under her heavy breasts. My cock hardened in anticipation of being inside of her again, and I pulled her closer, so she could feel how much I wanted her.
“Jordan,” she moaned as I rubbed myself against her enticing ass.
All I had to do was lift her leg, and I would be home, but I wanted it to last. I wanted to tease her, tease myself, until we were both so close to the edge that we would explode in a fit of passion like never before.
My hand grasped her breast and plucked at her nipple, as she arched, pushing her breast more firmly into my palm. Sam began grinding her luscious backside against my erection causing me to groan and nip at her neck.
“Jordan,” she said again, this time a little firmer.
I ignored her pleading and placed wet kisses across her shoulder, as my hand began to travel down her flat stomach. I paused, wondering how her stomach had become flat at supposedly eight months pregnant.
The thought was fleeting, and I forgot why I had paused soon after. I shook my head, as my hand continued its journey south. Just as my fingers brushed her silky curls, she called my name again.
“Jordan!”
Her voice sounded different, a little lower and huskier. She must have been extremely turned on. I grinned proudly, but why had she shouted?
I buried my nose into her neck, behind her ear. The long brown waves of her hair fell across my face like a caress, and I rubbed my nose against her skin tenderly. I took a deep breath to draw in her sweet scent, only it wasn’t as sweet as I remembered.
“Jordan!”
I took in another breath through my nose and began coughing uncontrollably. What in the hell! She smelled musty, and I could have sworn I just snorted a big pile of dirt.
“Jordan!”
Alex? Where was he? We had to give Sam a bath. I loved her, but damn, I had never smelled anything as horrible.
“Jordan! Wake up!”
What? The image of Sam, warm in my arms, dissolved, and I opened my eyes, blinking a few times groggily. I was lying on a dirt floor, which explained the lungs full of dust. Where was I?
I lifted my head, wincing a little at the pull of sore muscles, and took in my surroundings. I was in a room that was fairly large, about the size of my apartment. It had dirt floors, which I’d already noticed, and concrete walls. Light fixtures hung low from the ceiling, swinging slowly and giving off a dull yellow glow.
“Jordan.”
I sat up carefully and turned towards Alex. He was sitting only about six feet away, but two layers of metal fencing separated us. I was in the center of an 8’x8’ cage, made of steel wire mesh. It seemed Alex was in the same situation.
He was sitting on the ground cross-legged. He looked a little worse for wear with his hair matted and dirty. His bare chest was covered in dried blood and dirt. Below the waist, he wore a pair of gray sweats that looked as rough as the rest of him.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“Markus says we’re under the new Town Hall.”
“Mark?” I growled. “That asshole betrayed us!”
A whine from the other side of the room had my eyes shifting past Alex. There was movement, but the wire mesh was hindering my perfect eyesight. I closed my eyes and sniffed.
His fear mixed with the musty, damp odor permeating the air. I savored the taste of his fright on my tongue. He would become much more afraid before I was done with him.
“No, he was our informant.” Alex said firmly.
I shook my head and looked at him. “He was the only one who could have ratted us out.”
Alex pointed to the cage on the other side of him. “He’s locked up because they found out he was helping us. He’s not the snitch. Paul is.”
“Paul?” I was dumbfounded for all of about two seconds before I started grinding my teeth together. I should have known the dark bastard would turn traitor.
“Yeah, he turned on me when I was searching for you. I got knocked in the head and woke up in here.”
“Damn!”
“That was four days ago, Jordan.”
“What? I’ve been out for four days?”
“You were hurt pretty bad. There was a hole in your side the size of my fist.”
I looked down at my torn and dirty clothes. Lifting my dusty black tee shirt, I saw a round scar, shiny with new skin. Shit, it was rough looking, but it would be good as new in a few more days.