Now that she’d said the words, they didn’t ring true. I’d known she had a thing for me, but would she really sink so low as to ruin my life because I wouldn’t touch jailbait? I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t considered it before, but something else was going on…something she was hiding. I pushed her to her feet, gave her a dark smile when she pulled that lower lip between her teeth, and reached for the button on my pants. Her gaze settled on my lap and never strayed as I inched down my zipper. I freed my cock, grabbed her hips and twirled her around, and pulled her onto my shaft.

She was so fucking wet.

Wrapping both arms around her, I brought a hand up and circled her throat. Our bodies slapped together in a crazy rhythm that tilted me closer to the edge with each thrust.

“You’re lying to me.”

“I’m not,” she bit out with a groan, and it was such a torturous sound one would think I was beating the shit out of her instead of fucking her.

I flexed my fingers. “Tell me the truth and I’ll let you come.”

She remained silent, and I wasn’t sure if she flat-out refused to talk, or if she was scared to. Either way, I’d find out the truth, and I wouldn’t stop pushing until she told me. I nibbled her neck, eliciting a moan from deep in her throat. I increased the pressure of my hand and held her to me when she started thrashing.

I needed this, needed those few heightened seconds as she fought for survival while I spilled into her. I was doing just that, her body going limp in my arms, when Jax walked through the door. “Damn, man. You didn’t tell me tonight was dinner and a show night.”

15. Morning Glory - Alex

15. MORNING GLORY - ALEX

I slept in Rafe’s bed, and for the first time since he’d kidnapped me a week ago, I actually slept. Really slept. Most surprising was how he liked to cuddle. I remembered the way he held on to me the night I tried to escape, but I thought he’d done it to keep me from taking off.

Now that he knew I had no intention of leaving the cabin, the way he held my body all night—one palm on my breast while the other wedged between my thighs—I realized this was how he liked to sleep. But what I found even more surprising was how I got any sleep at all, considering the placement of his hands.

So was the way in which I awoke, with his fist clamping around both wrists and his erection pushing into my mouth.