She groans. “Shit, shit, that feels good.”
Encouraged by her words, I attack her * with renewed ferocity, the lust inside of me speared on by the tension building inside of her locked limbs with each flick of my tongue. Her hips move in time with the thrusts of my hand and her legs tighten around my shoulders.
Curving my fingers upwards, I give her everything I’ve got. My hand squeezes the ripe curve of her ass, my tongue tortures the little bud between her legs, and I try to ignore my dick straining between my legs. I haven’t been this hard in years and not taking her is a thing of torture.
But this isn’t about me.
Her back curves and her stomach quivers. The way she’s clutching around my fingers is agony, but I know she’s getting closer.
Then a knock comes at the door, followed by Rafe’s voice. “We’re gonna be late!” he shouts.
We both freeze and I look up to find Sofie’s eyes wide. Even though it pains me, I move back, trying not to pay attention to her sexy, nearly naked body on the bed.
“We’ll be right out,” I tell him.
She presses her hands to her face, her body still shaking. “Oh my god,” she whispers.
The mood broken, I kneel down and grab her panties, wincing at the throbbing in my dick. “I’ll be right back,” I say. “I’m just going to go murder your cock-blocking brother.”
“Jack!” she says as she grabs my arm. I let her pull me down on the bed next to her. “I’m sorry,” she says.
Pushing the hair from her face, I say, “You have nothing to be sorry about.”
She blows out a breath and sighs. “I haven’t felt anything like that in a long time.”
The boys forgotten, I study her eyes. “Really?”
“Yeah. Really.” She glances back at the clock. “Shit we have to go.”
We both get to our feet and I kneel by her to help her step into her panties. I press a kiss to her hip and then stand to press one to her lips. “We’ll finish this later,” I say.
“You don’t think we’re moving too fast?” she says.
“Baby, I think we’ve waited long enough.” I grin. “I’m not against you using me for sex, anyway.” I drag her hand down my chest to the bulge under my thin briefs. “In fact, I’m all for it.”
“You’re probably going to regret that,” she says, but her hand squeezes around me anyway.
I bring her mouth back to mine again. “I’m ordering you to feel good about this. No regrets, remember. Baby steps.”
“Jack, I might not ever—”
I nip her lip. “No regrets.” Glancing behind me at the alarm clock, I add, “You should probably get dressed.”
She yelps and I enjoy watching her race around the room half-naked, her tits bare and bouncing.
It doesn’t distract me from the thought of her, twisted in agony from being yanked back from the edge. If I didn’t know she’d been assaulted, I’d know it now.
Imagining the things he’d done to her to make her so ashamed of her own response has me boiling as I pull on my jeans and T-shirt.
I almost hope I run into the bastard at the gym.
I could use something to pound on.
His face would do.
Forcing him from my mind, I turn to a frantically dressing Sofie. “Why don’t you let me drop you off? I’ll take the boys to school and basketball practice, then we can have some guy time after instead of them going to the sitters while you’re at work.”
She pokes an earring through and glances at me in the mirror. “Are you sure?”
“Wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t.”
“Then, yeah, I guess that’s okay.” She slips into a pair of black heels that make her legs look a mile long.
I can’t resist pulling her to me for another kiss and this one runs long. So long that when I come up for breath, I realize I’ve got her pressed against the bedroom door with my hands in her hair and one of her legs wrapped around my waist.
Leaning my head against the wood, I say, “Shit. I’m not doing so well about just being your friend.”
Rafe pounds on the door and Sofie looks up at me, “I think you’re doing just fine.”
“Are you gonna be okay today?” I ask. “Do you think we should go to the police? If he’s threatening you, we should report it.”
She shakes her head immediately, already disengaging from my arms to grab her purse and open the bedroom door. “No, I’d rather not.”
“Are you sure—”
“I’m positive.” We find the boys on the couch in the living room. “Load up in Jack’s truck,” she says and they both leap from the couch and bound out the door.
“At least consider it,” I say as I follow her out and double check her locks.
“Maybe.”
I step around her on the steps so I’m below her and look up into her eyes. “Consider it,” I repeat. “I don’t want you to get hurt again.”
She puts a hand on my cheek. “I’ll consider it, but I’m not making any promises. Reporting him won’t do much good without solid evidence and the only thing it would accomplish is pissing him off. My plan is to ignore him until he gives up and goes away.”