The murderous look on his face tells me everything I need to know.
He watched the video. I’d hoped Martin Vargas was lying about the damn thing. Pushing Jagger back on the bed, I watch his body hit the mattress, the anger not leaving him. I straddle his lap and lean forward to press my lips to his. His hands go to my hips, holding me in place.
"Don't think about it," I beg as I run my hands up his stomach. I stop when they get to his chest, trying not to show what is running through my head right now. If I do, I'm not sure how he will react.
I hate that he knows how I lost my virginity and how I tried to change my mind at the last minute. I didn't have a choice by then. We were already in the process and I couldn't stop him. One of the biggest regrets happened that night, but I've always acted like it didn't matter to me.
Biting the inside of my lip, I try to keep from saying anything that will set him off.
After a few tense seconds, he switches our positions, pressing me into the mattress. "I hate knowing that he all but forced you that night." His voice is low and dark. I hate that this is hurting him. I never meant for him to find out the truth. After he had found out I slept with Martin, he went after him.
I pretty much saved Martin's life by not telling Jagger the truth that night. If I hadn't left out the small detail about him not stopping when I asked him to, this shit wouldn't have gotten out.
His lips trail along my neck as I run my fingers down his back, trying to not think about everything that has happened so far this morning.
The moment his mouth connects to the pulse on my neck, I can’t help but arch into him. “Don’t you dare leave a hickey on me," I state, pushing him off, but pulling him closer at the same time.
"Deal with it, little girl,” he grunts out as he grinds against me. My hands dip into his sweats, grabbing his ass and squeezing.
He nips at my collarbone before moving farther down, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes. Every button that opens brings his mouth closer to every inch of skin. Sliding the shirt down my arms, he reaches for my tank and pulls it off.
Our mouths collide in a mess of lips, tongues, and teeth. Every suck and kiss brings us closer, and I hook my thumbs in the waistband of his sweats, moving them down his thighs.
He kicks out of them and scoots us farther up on the bed. When he sits up, I feel his cock probing my thigh as he moves down to grab my panties before sliding them down my legs. As soon as he gets them off, he tosses them behind him before kissing his way back up my legs, heading straight for my pussy.
The moment his lips wrap around my clit, I arch my back and moan out his name.
His mouth works me over like no one else has ever before. Grabbing the top of his head, I shove his face into my pussy and grind against him shamelessly. He laps away at me as I grab his hair, tugging on the longer strands until I get close to the edge.
He keeps me right there, not letting me come.
“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs as he kisses his way up my thighs toward my stomach. His tongue traces my bare skin, not leaving an inch untouched.
The minute his dick slides in, I suck in a breath. He slowly rolls his hips as he starts to move inside me. God, I love this man. He never once makes me feel anything but cherished.
Each thrust of his hips brings me right back to the cliff. “If you stop again, I’m going to make sure you never have kids.”
His hand slides underneath our bodies and he pinches my ass. I yelp and glare at him, but it doesn’t stop his hips from moving.
“I’ll let you come when I’m ready for you to. Not a second sooner.” I swear, if he weren’t so fucking hot and I weren’t so damn close to coming, I’d push him off and kick him in the balls.
Men can be such dicks.
"This isn't your show.” He raises my hips slightly, making me see stars. Holy fuck, this angle is definitely the best one ever. “Right there,” I gasp, forgetting about whatever it was I wanted to do to him a few seconds ago.
"I knew you'd see things my way after a minute or two." He grins down at me. His lips fall to my chest and he licks my slick skin. I swear, everything he does is hot, even when I can't imagine someone doing it during sex.
Sweaty bodies aren't something I'm into, but if it's with him, I don't give a fuck if he's sweaty or not. I'd fuck him even if we were covered in mud.
His thumb runs over my little bundle of nerves. I have to close my eyes from the sensations. "I'm going to come," I whimper as his thrusts get faster and rougher.
It doesn't take long for us to come together, his body collapsing on top of mine. I welcome his weight, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him even closer. He kisses me deeply before rolling us over and moving me to the pillows.
"Are Ridge and Ireland still here?" I ask when the post-sex haze leaves me. I sure as fuck hope they left and didn't hear me calling out Jagger's name as I came. I’m not sure I could live that down with Ireland if she heard me.
“I didn’t see them when I went to get my laptop from my office. I didn’t check the extra room, though. I had other things on my mind.” He runs his fingertips down my spine. I shiver at his touch and curl into his body.
Yawning, I close my eyes and rest my cheek against his arm. "If I weren't so tired, I would tell you to go check, but I'm way too comfortable right now.” His chuckle fills my ears, and I love the sound. I could listen to it as he reads a damn encyclopedia and not get bored.
He doesn't say anything else, so I close my eyes and wait for sleep to take me.
Opening my eyes, I hear Jagger talking to someone in the other room. He sounds pissed, so I slowly make my way out of the bed and toward his voice. When I peek out of the bedroom, I see him pacing the living room with his phone to his ear and his other hand in his hair, tugging at the strands.
"You said this shit was taken care of." His voice is low and angry. I have a feeling he's talking about the people who are after Ridge. "The deal was for you to deal with it. I held up my end. Now you need to hold up yours."
Just as I turn to make my way back into the room, I bump into the table in the hallway and knock over a vase, sending it straight to the floor where it shatters into a bunch of tiny pieces. His attention swings toward me. He takes in the mess before holding a finger up.
"Just deal with it and let me know when it’s done,” he bites out before hanging up and walking toward me. He reaches out and lifts me up and over the broken glass. I'm thankful that I didn't step in any of it, then see blood dripping on the floor as he brings me into the kitchen and sits me down on the counter.
"I think I'm bleeding," I say quietly, not exactly sure how he is going to take the news of that. He looks down at the blood starting to pool on the floor under me. Cursing under his breath, he opens a drawer and grabs a towel to wrap around my foot.
"I swear, you are accident prone lately."
I frown and look down to where he is holding the bottom of my foot with the kitchen towel. Red is starting to seep through the material, and when he moves his hand, I yelp.
“Holy shit! What did you just do?” I cry out in pain. I hate being in pain, and that was pretty damn bad.
"You must have a piece of glass in your foot. Hold it up for me to see.”
I scoot back on the counter and hold my foot up. He takes the towel off, revealing the blood-stained skin underneath. I feel my stomach roll at the sight.
Jagger starts to press on the spot that seems to have blood oozing from it. I whine when he rubs what feels like a knife on my foot. "Stay right there,” he says, kissing my forehead before turning and walking away. I look down at my foot again and bite my lower lip.
When he comes back, he's got a pair of tweezers in one hand and some bandages in the other. He sets the bandages on the counter and picks up my foot, which is still bleeding. The dark color of the blood makes me nauseous. I wish he would be done already so he can bandage it up.
As he digs around for the piece of glass, I hold my breath and try not to look at it. It hurts so damn badly, I might cry. I just want it to be over with. The moment he pulls out the piece of glass, I feel like I could kiss him…if it weren’t for the fact I felt like I was going to pass out. Who knew my foot would bleed like a stuck pig.
“Bresin.” His voice is hard. "Babe, I need you to listen to me."
I vaguely remember nodding my head before darkness consumes me.