RANSOM (10 page)

   I go to sit back down at the table, but he holds onto me so I can’t get away. “Come on, that was just one song. One more?” One more song? Is he kidding? My panties are dripping wet after the first one, I don’t think I can make it through another. He must feel my hesitance because he adds, “We can go back to the motel if you want.”

   I look up at him to see if he is just being mean or kidding around and can’t tell. I don’t take the chance. I turn into him and hide my head in his chest. It’s pretty much a win/win situation for me. I may hate this man, but I can’t deny that I am one hundred percent attracted to him, and getting out of that room is the high point of my year.

   I relax a bit more when the song starts and it’s slow. With the alcohol and Lynkin, I need something to cool me down. My head is still against his chest, his hand are on my hips, and mine are holding his biceps.

   He nestles his chin on the top of my head, and his thumb starts making small circles on my stomach next to my hip. My grip on his arms tightens and I hear his heartbeat pickup.

   Wrong, this is all wrong!

   It doesn’t feel wrong, it feels so right.

   He is holding you ransom, you complete moron!

   Way to spoil the only fun I have had in a month.

   I pull back and shake my head. But before I can say anything, someone shoves me back into Lynkin.

   “Sage! Hey, where have you been?” Jen comes over and asks.

   “Same place you left me.”

   “I didn’t leave-” Jen starts to say before she gets interrupted.

   “I knew I had seen you somewhere! You’re Sage Donovan! Holy Shit!” the same guy that had been trying to dance with me exclaims.  

Lynkin

Damn it! What the hell am I supposed to do now? He has seen us with her and knows exactly who she is. What am I going to do? Lie. I am going to lie through my teeth and hope his drunk ass believes me. “Naw, man I think you have had too much to drink. This isn’t Sage Donovan.”

  
“Really? Hell, she could be her damn twin,” he slurs.

  
“Yea, that’s why we call her Sage. She absolutely hates it though,” I tell him.

  
Jennifer speaks up to help out. “We like to give her a hard time.”

   “I A
M—
” I grab Sage by the head and press her face into my chest before she finishes that sentence.

   “
Come on babe, let’s get out of here,” I say as I make my way to towards the exit. Once outside, I let her go, which was a big mistake. She takes off back towards the door. I catch up and get in front of her. “Do you really think that drunk pervert in there will help you?”

  
“It’s worth a shot!”

   “No, it’s not.” I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder and walk to the car with her hitting and screaming at me the whole way.

   “Let me go!”

   I open the car door and drop her into the seat. “No.”

   She looks up at me, and I can see tears in her eyes. “Please? I just want to go back.”

   “There is no going back…for either of us, Beauty.”

   Sage doesn’t say anything after that, and once we arrive back at the room I realize it’s because she has fallen asleep between the bar and here. I open her door and gently pick her up so I don’t wake her. Trying to unlock a door while holding a sleeping person in your arms, without dropping them, is one hell of a task, but I manage it. She doesn’t even budge as I lay her down on the bed and take her shoes off. When I pull the covers up to her chin, my knuckles come back wet. I look closer and see that she has been crying in her sleep. I drag the back of my hand across her cheeks to wipe away her tears.

   Her eyes flutter open. “
Shh, go back to sleep.”

   “It doesn’t make sense,” she whispers.

   “What? What doesn’t make sense?”

   “How you make me feel.”

   “And how do I make you feel, Beauty?”

   “Better,” she says. I don’t get to question what she means by that because she grabs my face in both of her hands and pulls my lips to hers. I don’t hesitate like I probably should have, I can’t help myself from just going all in on this kiss. I am just as confused by how she makes me feel as she is about me. I run my tongue across her lips. She opens them, and her tongue meets mine. This kiss, it’s greedy. We are both taking what we need.

   I move with her as she gets to her knees on the bed. She grabs for the bottom of my shirt, and we break apart just long enough for her to yank it over my head. My fingers wind in her hair at the back of her head and I pull, exposing her neck. I take full advantage of it as my mouth kisses and nips its way down to her collar bone. I release her hair and grab the front of her tank top, ripping it open revealing a black lace bra that is sexy as hell on her dark skin, but is just in my way. I reach around her back and unclasp it, then pull the straps from her arms.

   Her tits are fucking gorgeous. I push her onto her back and take one of her hard nipples into my mouth. When I bite down, she moans out my name. I freeze.
What the hell am I doing?
Fuck. I can’t do this. She’s drunk. I pull back and look at her. God I want her so fucking bad, but not like this.

   “I’m sorry.”

   “Sorry?”

   “I can’t, this is wrong. You’re drunk.”

   “I’m not so drunk that I don’t know what I am doing” she says.

   “Is that so? So you understand that you were just about to sleep with me?” I ask her.

   She doesn’t reply right away. It looks like she is struggling with what to say. “I want this, Lynkin. I want you. I can’t fight it anymore.”

   “You really don’t know what you’re asking. Sage, you deserve better than me. Hell, I’m your goddamned kidnapper!” I turn away from her and run my hands through my hair.

   “Dammit! You are such a hypocrite! You have had me for a month, and this whole time all I have heard is how you can’t stand how stuck up I am. But it’s ok for you to think that I am too damn good for you?” She pauses. When she starts again, her voice cracks and I turn back to her. “It’s not because I’m drunk is it? It’s because you can’t stand me.”

   “That’s not it.”

   “God, I am an idiot. I just thought…I thought…”

   I step up and grab each side of her face, my thumbs rubbing across her cheek bones. “You are not an idiot. What did you think? That I want you?” I watch her head nod and her lip quiver. “You were right. I do want you. I want you so bad that it fucking hurts.” I grab her
hand and let her feel how hard I am through my jeans. “You feel that, that is how bad I want you.” I let go but her hand remains on my dick and begins stroking it over my jeans. “What are you doing?”

   “Go with it,” she commands. And I do.

   I land my lips over hers as she continues making friction with her hand. I roll one of her nipples between my fingers while she undoes my button and eases down my zipper. When her small, soft hand wraps around my hard cock, I throw my head back and let out a hiss of appreciation.

   Her thumb runs over the head of my dick and causes it to jerk in her hand. I push her back onto the bed and go for her shorts. When they are off, I just stand there and take in all of her before me, naked, and waiting for me to take her. I take my time traveling my hands up her legs. When I reach her knees, I pull them up until her feet are firmly planted on the bed and her fucking pussy is on full display for me. I push her legs apart as my hands continue upward. I grab her by the hips and forcefully pull her until her ass is on the edge of the bed.

   “Such a fucking beauty.”

   I watch the blush that comes across her face and travels all the way down her chest. I lean down over her and take one of her hardened nipples into my mouth. I bite down on it, and she grabs the back of my head and holds me there. I slide my fingers between the lips of her pussy and feeling how wet she is for me makes me want nothing more than to take her right now, but I want to know every inch of her body first. As soon as my finger enters her, her muscles tighten around it.

   “Fuck, Lynkin. I need you in me, now.”

   “I thought I was inside you, Beauty.”

   She reaches down, grabs my dick forcefully, and growls, “Quite being a smartass and get this hard ass dick inside me. Now!”

   If my dick wasn’t hard already, that would have made it stiff instantly. I stand back up straight, then push my pants and briefs the rest of the way off. Once again leaning down, I put the head of dick at her entrance. She is so warm and wet I can’t control my needs. I ram all the way into her with one thrust of my hips, and once I am there I stay there for a few seconds. She feels so good stretched to the max around my cock that I just have to take the time to enjoy the feeling. Sage brings her hands to my forearms and digs her nails into my skin, causing me to pull out and slam into her again. I loop my arms under her knees and grab her ass with both hands so that I can hold her off of the bed. It puts me at just the right angle to hit that glorious g-spot.

    I pound into her again and again until I feel myself nearing the edge. I don’t want this to end, so I take my time. I slowly pull out until everything but the head is exposed to the air, then slam back into her. I’m close and I know she is too, but to help her along I start rubbing circles over her clit as I repeat the process. Slowly pulling out, then ramming into her again and again.

   “Shit! Stop holding back Lynk. Fuck me, damn it!”

   She catches me off guard with her bluntness. When I look into her eyes though, all of my shock disappears. I am completely distracted when all I see is lust for me. So, I do as she says. I fuck her. I ram into her repeatedly, hard and fast. By the time I am at the point of coming, I have pushed her to the middle of the bed. I bend back over her and bring one of her knees with me, leaving a free hand to grab her by the back of the head, and make her look at me.

   “I want you to look at me as I make you come. I want you to see that it’s me who takes you all the way over the edge and back.” It’s not long after she looks at me that her nails bite into my back, and she moans out my name. I drive into her a few more times before all the build up from the last month is finally let go into the very person that has caused it.

   I take a moment to catch my breath before shifting back and foxing myself to pull free of her warm body. My slowly softening cock is covered in her wetness and my cum… and nothing else. Wait. Oh shit! “Fuck me!”

   “I thought I just did,” Sage says, grabbing her clothes and standing up.

   “Who’s the smartass now?”

   “Oh, that’d still be you,” she replies, stopping before she gets to the bathroom. “But really, what was the ‘fuck me’ for?”

   I walk up to her and place my finger beneath her chin so that she is looking up at me. “We both were so caught up in what we wanted, neither of us thought about protection.”

   I am waiting for her to go all hysterical on me, but the cussing and hitting never comes like it would with most girls. Instead she just shrugs her shoulders and says, “I’ve been getting birth control shots every three months since I was twelve. We are good.”

   I follow as she turns to go back in the bathroom and watch as she turns the water on in the tub. “Twelve? Why were you on birth control at twelve?”

   She gets in the shower and shuts the curtain before she answers. “My mom didn’t want to deal with a teenage pregnancy. She said the bad press that would come from something like that could ruin the family’s name for generations.”

   “Were you having sex that young?” It wasn’t supposed to come out as harsh as it did. I know I shouldn’t, but I feel possessive over her.

   “No, but she wasn’t going to take any risk with it. She always said everything would have been easier if I was a boy,” she admits.

   She has me curious so I ask, “How so?”

   “Well, if I had been a boy and messed around and knocked some girl up, she could be paid off to forget everything.”

   I open the back of the shower curtain and climb in. When I turn around after shutting it back, I find Sage covering herself with a ‘what the fuck’ look on her face.