He pushed the bottom of her shirt up, exposing her breasts, before lifting his head to take in the view. Olivia sat still, eager for him take whatever he wanted.
Slowly tracing the small, brown circles around her nipples, Jake spoke between heaving breaths.
“Beautiful...I always knew they’d be beautiful.”
He leaned in and took her right nipple into his mouth. Olivia’s body reacted instantly, her back arching in an effort to bring herself closer to him. Jake pressed a hand against her lower back, his need as strong as hers.
Olivia grabbed his hair for leverage as she ground her center against his. The thin material between her legs became wet, and when he carefully grazed her nipple with his teeth, his name dripped from her lips.
She repeated it, again and again, as if his name was a prayer, and Jake, her personal deity.
After a few more minutes of the exquisite torture, he moved his focus to the other breast. Unable to wait any longer, Olivia slid her hand between their bodies, wrapping her fingers around his restrained cock.
Rubbing against him, she moved her hand up and down his length slowly. Jake’s hips jerked in response, and he released a throaty sound that could only be described as a primal grunt of approval. Olivia smiled.
She didn’t think about the fact that their first time together would be in middle of a cave. All she cared about was the way he was making her feel. The way she wanted to make him feel.
Her entire body shook with anticipation as she moved her hand up to his belt. The closer they got, the more frantic her movements became.
Olivia’s fingers fumbled a bit as they worked to get the end of the belt loose from its metal clasp. It was almost free when she felt something cold and hard being pressed against the back of her skull.
She gasped against Jake’s lips, her breath catching in her throat. Olivia’s hands froze in place as she slowly—very slowly—pulled her mouth away from his.
“Jake,” she whispered shakily.
“Yeah, baby?” Eyes closed, he was oblivious to the immediate danger.
Pulling farther away from him, Olivia said his name with more force. “Jake!”
Hearing the alarm in her voice, Jake opened his eyes, quickly zeroing in on what was behind her. Or, more accurately...who.
“Get up!”
The object was pushed even harder against her skull, the pressure making her wince. Olivia looked at Jake. All signs of the passion that had consumed him seconds before were gone.
His gaze met hers with laser focus, and in a surprisingly calm voice, he told her, “Do what he says, sweetheart.”
Something had changed during those recent moments with Jake. She still felt guilty for not doing more to help her friends. A part of her always would, but once again, Jake had been right.
Olivia may be terrified of a lot of things—the most present and pressing being the gun jammed against her skull—but she was also a lot stronger than she’d given herself credit for. Like hell would she give these bastards the satisfaction of seeing just how scared she really was.
Pushing herself up from Jake’s lap, Olivia hastily pulled the hem of her shirt down to prevent the man from seeing her. In her peripheral, she realized there was at least one more man in the cave.
Though she couldn’t see their faces, Olivia could tell the man holding the gun on her was taller than her, but below-average height. The other one standing to her right was much taller—about Jake’s height. And his pistol was pointed at the center of Jake’s chest.
Her heart skidded to a stop when she thought of the vest he was no longer wearing. Oh, God! Please don’t let him shoot Jake.
“Your guns. Throw them behind me,” the taller guy ordered Jake.
He then nodded to the man behind her, and Olivia felt the pressure on the back of her head ease. In the next second, the shorter man pushed his gun against her temple with enough strength to break the skin.
She grimaced, but held in a whimper of pain as warm liquid slowly dripped down the side of her face.
Jake looked as though he was about to move forward, but the taller guy warned him, “Don’t even think about trying anything.”
Olivia focused on Jake’s face, praying he’d give her a signal. Something to let her know he had a plan to get them out of this cave alive.
What she found instead, was pure, animalistic rage. It scared the hell out of her, because she had no doubt Jake would do whatever it took to protect her, even if it meant risking his own life in the process.
Chapter 13
For as long as Jake lived—and he hoped like hell it was long enough to get Olivia out of this cave and away from these fuckers—he would never forget sight of that gun to her head. Nor would he forget the unprecedented, gut-wrenching fear that threatened to take him over because of it.
He hadn’t missed the way Olivia winced with pain when the barrel of that gun was pushed against her delicate skin. Blood ran down her temple, and the bastard who’d caused it was grinning.
Having already assessed the situation, Jake knew he couldn’t risk making any sort of move against either man. Not with Liv here. As much as it burned his ass to do it, Jake pulled the gun from his waistband and the one at his thigh, and tossed them both out the entrance of the cave.
“Now, you get up,” the taller one ordered him. “Slowly.”
Jake stood and rolled his shoulders.
“My friend is going to search you now. I have no doubt that you are more than capable of killing him swiftly, but know this. If you move...if you so much as breathe on him in a way that bothers me, I will shoot you. I will not kill you, however. I will simply take out both kneecaps so you will be forced to lie on the floor of this cave and watch
