A Real Bad Boy(63)

I had no idea how any of us were going to make it out of there  unscathed. We got on I-83 and headed south. We were almost back to  Janson's place.

Home.

I'd been so stupid trying to run from it. From him. I was just nervous,  scared. I eyed him. He comforted me in the wake of all that shit, but I  knew I was in trouble. I knew that everything I'd done was wrong. He was  going to take it out of my hide.

And I fucking deserved it.

But I also wanted it.

"You need to get some rest, Kathryn," Greyson said. "It's been an  exhausting day for everyone. Now, I'm going to head home and prove to my  wife that I am not dead. Silly, some things women worry about, am I  right?" He smiled at his own joke but no one else laughed. Too much had  happened. Too much blood had been spilt.

All because I couldn't stay where I knew it was safe. All because I was  too damn scared to talk to Janson about my feelings. About the baby.

I got out of the car and so did Janson, but the whole time, he was  staring at me. Not saying a word, just staring. I knew what I'd done was  going to cause him to read me the riot act. Hell, I was already  screaming at myself in my own head. I could've lost everything.                       
       
           



       

"Upstairs. Now," he commanded. His nose flared and his jaw clenched.

Fuck. He was so hot. Even when he was angry. Janson grabbed my arm and pulled me into the building.

"Ow, you are hurting me," I said, but one look from him shut me the hell up.

"You really want to get into this right here? Right at the fucking  bottom of these stairs for everyone to hear? You want me to scream about  how stupid you were and how worried I was?"

I shook my head. He was pissed as hell and I couldn't be surprised. I  knew from the look in his eyes when he held me that I wasn't going to  just get off without a warning. I'd put myself in danger, put him in  danger. And I deserved this.

I let him drag me into the elevator and up the stairs until we were to  our front door. He looked like a steel trap ready to spring open.

I expected it as soon as we got into the damn condo. He threw me into the room and glared at me.

"Why in the hell would you do that? Why would you risk this, us?"

"I didn't think, I was being stupid. I wanted to get away. I wanted to  breathe. I thought about going back to Chicago, playing my music. Being  alone."

"Do you want to be alone?" he asked.

"No, I want you. I just want to know that you want me, too, Janson."

"Are you kidding me? Do I want you?" Suddenly he was there, grabbing me.  Holding me close. "Do you have any idea what you did to me? All the  pain that you caused? All the hurt. I was so scared, Kat. So scared that  he got you. You have no idea how worried I was. What if they killed  you? Of course I want you. I love you."

All of that came out in a stream of emotion and I knew it wasn't just his anger talking. He was scared. Even now, he was scared.

"I wasn't thinking. I was overwhelmed. All of this, it's so much,  Janson. I just didn't think." I could feel the tears, the ones I'd held  in for so long they were about to overflow.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm just so angry. It could've been you. It could've  been. I don't want you to have to see any of this. I don't want you to  have to witness this world, baby." He kissed my temple and held me  close. "Now that you are going to have my baby," he growled, "I need to  make sure you stay that way."

"Are you really going to go through with all of this?"

"What are you talking about? We didn't do anything, sweetie. You did it  all and nothing is going to stop it, but that isn't what I want to focus  on now." He grabbed my chin and tilted my head up towards him.

"Right now, I want to show you just how much I love you, and how much I  want you. You're everything to me." His voice was heavy with emotion.  "You are mine, do you understand? You belong to me."

I nodded. Janson dipped down and kissed my lips. His bottom lip was  quivering. A weakness. Janson was showing me his vulnerability and I  couldn't help but be intrigued. He was handsome as hell and the  strongest man I'd ever known.

"Did you really think you could just leave me?" he asked as he laid me down onto the bed.

"No, I didn't think. I didn't even consider the truth," I answered. The  truth was that I loved him. That I needed him. I couldn't be with anyone  else. "I don't even know what I was thinking, but I love you."

"You are mine." The tone of his voice sent chills up my spin. "Say it,"  Janson growled, an anger in his eyes that was fueled by lust.

"I am yours," I answered. It was the truth. I belonged to him and he  belonged to me, even if I was too afraid to tell him. Too scared to  explain how I felt.

He was on me in a minute, feeling up and down my body before unclasping  my bra and freeing me before covering them with his hands, and his  mouth.

I moaned into him, my body bucking right up into him as I arched my back  and rode the small wave of pleasure he was sending through my brain. I  clung to him, my savior as he kissed me and nuzzled into me. Damn, I  wanted him. I needed him.

"Janson," I moaned. I felt like it was my eternal plea. I was always  calling for him, begging him to take me. I could never get enough of  him. Ever.

I could feel the pounding heat between my legs as it told my brain exactly what it wanted.

There was no way I was going to last long under his touch, but I was down for whatever he could bring.

I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him up to me, kissing him softly,  gently at first, but the passion built and eventually the desperation of  my need took over and I was clinging to him, my breath hot and heavy as  my juices coated my little thong. Jesus, this man took me to new  heights of want when I least expected it. The danger of our situation  only seemed to heighten that feeling.                       
       
           



       

He finally broke the kiss and pulled apart from me, no longer the  composed alpha he appeared to be. This billionaire had to work to regain  his composure.

"Slow down, Kat. I want you to enjoy this," he said as he reached down  and tugged on the strings of the thong, pulling it off, revealing my  very wet sex.

Before I had a chance to protest, he was down on my hot center, feeling  my wetness with his fingers. "Kat, you feel so good. Every time I touch  you, it turns me on. Every time I see you, I'm home. Do you have any  idea how much I want you? How much I need you?"

I could only moan in response, but I could feel his hot breath over me,  his mouth right over the most vulnerable part of my body.

And then it was on me, his fingers inside of me, his tongue lapping at  me, making me feel things I hadn't felt for a very long time.

"Good girl," he murmured into my thigh, pausing from his meal to  encourage me. The warmth of his breath against my soft skin made me  shudder.

"I want you to cum for me, baby. I want you to cum right into my mouth,"  he said as he caressed my inner thigh. "You are all I need."

I could do nothing else but comply.

My entire body melted as the wave of pleasure washed over me, my little  pussy undulating around Janson's thick fingers, my body bucking against  his mouth.

Damn, he was so good at this.

"Yeah, just like that." He crawled up me and spread my legs with his  knee, looking over me as I laid there in utter glory. I was his woman  and I would always be.

"I like this look on you," he grinned.

"What look?" I asked, a wry smile on my face. I knew exactly what he was  talking about, but I wanted to drag it out, play cat and mouse with  him.

"You know what I am talking about. Pleasure instead of stress. Nice to see that you are enjoying yourself."

He bent down and kissed me, his lips wet with my juices, his mouth tasting of them.

Fire filled my cheeks as the flames of my desire were once again stroked. I wanted more of him.

It was like I couldn't be satisfied.

His knee nuzzled in between my legs again, separating them so that he  could bend down and join with me. I should have been nervous, I should  have said no, run far far away, but I just arched up to meet him as he  plunged into me. I was done resisting him. Done resisting this. He was  so damn strong as he grabbed my hips and thrust himself into me, filling  me full.

I moaned, the feeling of stretching and being filled taking over my  brain. It didn't hurt, but had been so very long. It was intense.

I let out of soft moan and looked up at him as he started his thrusts.

"Nice and slow, Kat. I want to feel you from the inside." He was just  that. Slow and gentle until he had his fill, then his thrusting started.