Chapter 78

Never, in almost eighteen years of her life, had Jane been so humiliated. In a pathetic attempt to hide her sniffles, she turned away from David as he dug through her cabinets. It didn’t help; her obnoxious sniffles still echoed throughout the bathroom.

“Baby,” he said softly. She could feel him looking at her, but she knew he hadn’t gotten up yet.

“Jane, it’s fine.”

She closed her eyes, refusing to even talk about it with him. All she could do was imagine his handsome face as he gave her the most intense kiss of her life. His blue eyes had been full of happiness, swirling brightly with sapphire and specs of cerulean—but then he bit her lip, and his eyes darkened like a beast’s.

“Tell me what you want,” he’d rasped against her mouth.

Yes, Jane’s vagina was sore, her body equally weak and aching, but she wasn’t going to make either of them wait. There was no telling when Kingston and her mom would be back, and what they would do to them. There was a very good chance David would be kicked out and seeing him would be difficult, no matter what fairy tale Ryder wanted to create for her. So, she pulled his lips to hers, whispering, “All of you.”

A dangerously sexy smile stretched over his face. The predator David had always hidden from her was there. He was ready to consume her, and Jane was the most willing prey when it came to David.

He gave her a tender kiss, smoothing her hair back, then he pushed himself up into a kneeling position and peeled his shirt off. Dear Lord, he is magnificent. Golden skin stretched over his mouthwatering muscles that flexed as he tossed his shirt aside and returned to push hers up, over her breasts. What could she say? The boy worked fast.

Every lick and nibble of her sensitive skin was proof the boy was going to destroy her. He wasn’t like Ryder at all. Ryder worshipped her. David wanted to conquer her.

He teased her with a faint caress along the little bows of her panties, causing her to writhe and whine below him.

“I say when you get it, baby,” he said, lightly tugging her panties only to release them back in place.

“David.” She clawed at him and clenched her legs to relieve the ache, but he didn't let her.

“What did I say?’ He grinned, shoving her legs apart, but he finally rubbed hard over her sex. “I satisfy you.”

Oh, the quiver that sent through her had her closing her eyes. Again, he wasn’t letting her have any control. He was David, and he was claiming her his way.

“Look at me when I’m touching you,” he said as his hand finally moved to the edge of her panties. Unlike Ryder, he didn’t push them down. He yanked them to the side and dragged his finger between her slick folds.

“Oh, shit.” She held her breath, holding his stare as he pushed one finger inside her. “Oh God,” she moaned, struggling not to close her eyes. His touch was so hot, and though she started to worry Ryder might’ve made her too swollen because she felt really tight around his finger, she wanted more.

David didn’t look away from her face as he inserted a second finger and started fucking her with his hand. A cocky smile stayed in place as her whimpering bounced around the room.

Then he glanced down. His hand stopped moving, and he darted a worried glance to her face.

“What?” She was drunk off his touch, sitting at the brink of release.

“Nothing.” He pulled his hand free, but he lifted her so fast she got dizzy. “It’s okay.” He kissed her forehead and carried her to the bathroom. He carefully sat her on the counter then leaned over to the sink and washed her period blood from his hand.

Yep. She, Jane Mortaime, had started her fucking period on David’s hand.

“Baby, don’t be embarrassed.” He finally walked over to her, holding out a clean pair of panties and a tampon he’d gotten from her drawer.

She snatched them, even more humiliated now. “Just go.”

He squatted in front of her, his hands on her calves. “No. If I go, you’re going to lock me out. I don’t want to be locked out, and I want to spend time with you. It doesn’t have to be sex to mean everything to me, Jane.”

Ugh, why is he so wonderful, too?

David bent down, tilting his head to the side to get in her view. That gorgeous David Leodegrance smile that haunted her was right there, all for her. “If you really want to, we can. I just wouldn’t think you’d be okay with that.”

Her eyes bugged out. “What? Have sex with you while I’m on my period?”

“People do it.” He started massaging her calves. “We can go in the shower.”

She gaped at him before finally hissing, “I’m not fucking you on my period.”

“All right.” Calm as ever, David leaned down, kissing her thighs. “I was only saying if you’re upset we had to stop, I don’t have to. Your blood doesn’t bother me.” “That’s gross.” She shoved his head.

A spark lit his eyes as he grinned up at her. “Nothing about you is gross. But I’m not trying to force you. I was only concerned with making sure you’re satisfied.”

“I can’t be satisfied now.” She tried to shove him, but he only balanced himself better and lifted his head.

“Don’t be angry.” He watched her as her embarrassment turned to anger. “I’m not mad or grossed out; I was only worried. I honestly don’t care if you get blood on me, other than I know it might embarrass you.” His attention fell to the apex of her thighs. “Are you still aching to come?”

“Jesus.” She looked away because dammit, she was. He was shirtless, his hair messy from fooling around, and he was offering sex in the shower even though she bled all over his hand. It was nasty but somehow erotic. Fuck, now she couldn’t not think about him fucking her on her period.

“Stand up,” he told her, his tone so firm that her head swung around to stare at him in shock.

David appraised her slowly, then scooted back enough to let her stand. “Get up, Jane.” Why she listened, she didn’t know, but she obeyed.

“Give me these.” He took the tampon and panties, placing them on the floor beside himself. Then he locked eyes with her and said, “Take off your shirt.”

“Why?” Even though she asked, she reached for the hem of the large shirt that belonged to him.

“Because I want to see my woman,” he said, making her feel pretty despite the situation she was in. “Take it off because I’m going to make you come.”

Everything about his words and the serious way he said them had her throbbing between her legs.

She had no idea how he would do that when she was bleeding, though.

“How?” she asked, her fingers bunching on the fabric of the shirt she wore.

David stood, and he was a mouthwatering sight wearing only his jeans, and his bare feet on the tiled floor. The corner of his mouth twitched as she ogled him, then he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. Along with his underwear. “With my dick, Jane.”

His dick. Holy shit, his dick. She’d only ever seen Ryder’s, and even the erections she’d seen David sporting beneath his underwear had nothing on the hard-on he had going now.

“I’m not afraid of your blood,” he said. “You shouldn’t be either. But we’ll do what we can to make cleanup easier. Your call.”

She couldn’t look away from him. He was almost as tall as Ryder, nearly as big as him too. Their skin tones were different. She always thought Ryder’s had been tanned permanently in the sun. But the sun’s rays had simply embraced David, enhancing every masterful inch of his body.

“If I’m scaring you, I’ll stop.” His finger slid under her chin and tilted her face up, and he smiled at her stunned expression. “Trust me, baby, I’m down for anything you want.”

“I want you in me,” she blurted, clapping her hand over her mouth. What the hell, she mentally screamed at herself. “No.”

“No?” He chuckled, caressing her jaw as he moved closer. Now his cock was poking her in the stomach. “Do you want to watch me jack off then? Because I’m that fucking turned on right now.” “How?” she asked, gasping as he moved her hand down and placed it on his dick. “Oh, gosh.” “Do you know what to do?” he asked when she just held it.

“David,” she whispered, peering up at him. The stupid thing was she wanted to jack him off so badly and then let him fuck her like a bloody animal. Bloody. “I don’t want to see it.”

“See what?” he sighed as her grip tightened on him. Christ, it was so hot and hard.

“The blood.” She pressed her cheek against his palm. “I don't know what’s wrong with me. I have to have you in me, but I’m embarrassed. And they might come and take you away.”

“I’m not letting us do this because you think it’s the only chance,” he said, lowering his hand, prepared to take her hand off him.

Jane grasped him harder, sliding up this time. He suddenly gripped the hair at the back of her head and tilted her face up even more.

“Yes, I’m worried about not having a chance,” she said quickly. “But this is something that’s been building between us, something you and Ryder stirred up, and my whole body is on fire, itching to have more.”

He growled as she pressed her thumb over the rim of his dick. “Does he come in you?”

She froze, but she nodded. “I only want him to come in me for now.”

He nodded. “Yes, that’s better. He’s better.”

Her heart squeezed in on itself, but then David was kissing her like she was his and his alone. “It’s not that he’s better,” she rushed out when he leaned away.

“No, he is,” he said. “I’m glad you have him, but you still get all of me, too.” The way he smiled made her want to cry and be loved by him every single day for the rest of her life. “Taking this off?” he asked, touching her hand.