Page 71 of Lethal Weakness

He doesn’t respond, standing stock still by the back door.

“Dammit, Jack.” I yank on his shoulder so he’s forced to face me, but I know that he wouldn’t have budged unless he was willingly letting me move him. “How can you just say something like that and not expect me to ask questions? What do you know?”

“I know that you and Avery aren’t safe near the Scotts,” he utters, looking at me sadly.

“They’re planning to take me to court.”

“I know.”

A sob escapes my throat, hearing him confirm my fears, and his hand cups the back of my neck, pulling me in until my forehead touches his.

“Baby, I’m afraid they’re trying to do a whole lot worse than take her from you.” His iron grip keeps me steady as I thrash instinctively against his words.

“What do you know? What are they going to do?”

“Nothing! You hear me? They are not going to touch her. I won’t let them.” The ferocity of his voice stills my animalistic fear until I’m wide-eyed and blinking up at him.

“I will not let them have either of you,” he insists more calmly, but even more serious if possible.

“Promise me,” I beg, clinging to his neck.

But instead of words, his lips crash down on mine, taking me with him until my back hits the wall. I’m too overwhelmed with relief to be kissing him to care that this might be a bad idea.

I want him too bad to remember how attached the last time made me.

His fingers go to my chest, ripping my old tank top right in half. It flutters to the floor, and then those warm hands are on me, cupping my breasts with an urgency that I feel deep in my soul.

His lips only leave mine briefly to attend to each of my nipples, leaving me squirming against the wall. “Please, Jack,” I plead, needing him inside of me.

Then his tongue is stroking mine, tasting my pleas as he rips my shorts down my legs. His fingers find my clit and his mouth silences my cries of relief as he drives me towards an orgasm.

I cling to his neck, and the muscles in my calves strain to their limit as I open to him fully. Two fingers enter me at once, and he curses in appreciation against my lips as he works them inside my pussy.

He’s desperate for my pleasure, stroking deeply against my inner walls, and swallowing all of my moans with his mouth while I grind against his thick fingers. I cum explosively, riding the tremors against his giant palm.

“Oh, fuck,” I utter breathlessly against his lips while he tugs my bottom lip gently between his.

“You never should have let me have a taste of you, Linden,” he whispers, raising his fingers to his mouth and sucking my essence from his skin.

My mouth falls agape, watching as he lowers them, penetrating me again, and making my already quaking muscles contract against him.

“I’ve never wanted anything, and it was easier that way. But now all I want is you, and I don’t care about anything else.”

“Jack,” I gasp as his second finger enters me. This time he fucks me with them, as if he’s imagining it’s his cock, digging his hard length against my hip.

“Say it again,” he begs.

“Jack… Jack…” He captures my pleas in his mouth, and my tongue dances across his. A feral, desperate moan escapes him, and the sound has me cumming again without warning. My knees turn to jello, but my body is pinned to the wall by his, keeping me upright.

Even as my body eases back down to reality, his large, hard body stays molded against mine. One hand branding my hip, and the other gently holding my throat.

I’m not someone who is opposed to the roughness of sex, and despite my history with domestic violence, the thought of Jack being able to overpower me doesn’t scare me at all…

But despite how safe I feel in his arms, his firm but non-suffocating grip on my trachea feels eerily familiar.

I blink up to his shadow-covered face, and in the safety of my kitchen, I see everything so much clearer.

He knows so much about my in-laws. He knows they want to take Avery from me.