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Chapter Seven
JMPOV
Jason dashed out the door but by the time he hit the street, it was deserted.
Trying the opposite direction, he was about to give up when he came to a shuddering stop.
There she was…
She looked exquisite, delicate, beautiful, superb; splendid…she looked marvelous in her indignation.
She was standing toe to toe with the idiot Spencer, the top of her head barely reaching his chin.
"Take your hands off me. I don't know if this is something you do often but you thinking you can manhandle any woman, alerts me to the fact that you are not a good man. You don't know me and I have no desire to know you, you egomaniacal ass!"
"You think you are hot shit, look at you, trembling in fear. You are a cock tease, you want me baby, don't try to deny it. You think you can do what you did and not have people reacting to you; you're a little tramp aren't you? Begging for the boys to notice you and then shouting rape or the like. You are going to get it and you are going to like it, love it in fact." Lucky said with such nauseating bravado.
She looked pissed and before he could say or do anything, she shifted her body subtly, her right hand clenched and before another thought could be processed, she swung her arm, from the shoulder out.
Her fist connected with Lucky's chin, with enough force to knock him from his stance to the ground. It was an amazing punch; he couldn't remember a man throw quite so perfect of a punch…
Jason was prepared to jump in, if it looked like Lucky was going to retaliate, but the moron was laid cold.
When he was mostly done being impressed, he began to listen.
"You nasty little prick, you put your hands on me, you put your lips on me… you are damn lucky you aren't awake or I'd kick your ass again. How dare you try…?"
Her small foot connected with his ribs, an exclamation at the end of her anger, Jason thought with amusement.
He was about to step forward when she turned her thunderous gaze to his, somehow, someway, she had finally heard him and for a moment, it didn't look like she was happy to see him.
Her back straightened and her body prepared to lash out again, or so it looked like it, but suddenly her gaze cleared slightly and then she shattered, the rigid hold she had on her body crumbled. Tears flooded her eyes.
Unable to take the overwhelming look of heartbreak in her eyes, Jason opened his arms as he drew closer.
Split seconds maybe even less and she was in his arms, her tears soaking through his suit coat and shirt. Her body shuddered through the wracking sobs overtaking her.
"Shhh, little one, you are safe. You don't have anything to worry about, he can't, he won't touch you again."
"You…don't…understand…"
"I don't need to understand, you only need to know you are safe."
Her sobs were tapering off, but he could still feel the tension, it was almost as if a live wire had been shoved into her spine.
His lips pressed to the top of her head, her temple. He was trying to share his strength through touch alone.
When he felt her body start to relax, he had a moment to make a decision. Her relief was almost palpable, her knees unlocked, without his arms around her, she would have collapsed.
His right arm went to her knees, while his left went around her back. "I've got you sweetheart."
Unsure where he was going, he started to walk, just walk…his feet carried them further from the diner.
He was in a secluded area before he realized it.
The trees blocked the sun; the foliage cast the little oasis in preternatural light, making it look ethereal, almost as if this place existed out of time and place, as if there was no one in the world left. Just he and this unimaginable beauty, just them and the pulsing desire that swirled around them, like a living breathing thing.
He was thinking about the kiss, the kisses and wasn't being bombarded by the images; he wasn't reliving it…why wasn't he reliving it?
Before he could think more on it, he stumbled, like his knees were suddenly gone. He twisted swiftly so he would land on the hard ground and not her.
A groan was expelled from his body in a breathy rush as his shoulder hit the ground, hard.
Her body had settled firmly over his, the juncture of her thighs meeting his groin.
"Baby please, don't move, I don't want to hurt you."
"You couldn't hurt me, even if you tried."
The absolute faith, the sureness of her words, rocked him to his core.
For a few moments, all he could do was stare. He took a deep breath and then another, trying and mostly failing to calm his thoughts and tumult emotions.
A simple look turned more complicated, hands moved and almost as if time had stopped, clothes disappeared, neither aware of their surroundings, it was just them and the building emotions.
Jason vaguely heard a slight 'popping' sound.
Awareness rushing back in, expelling the almost heady emotions that were running at full speed, he rolled them over and realized in doing so, he had slipped into the warmest, moistest, molten heat, he had ever felt and before he could fully comprehend.
"Jason, I can say, I never wanted to see so much of you!" Spinelli said, while covering his eyes.
"Jason, oohh….ummm…what the…stop moving…ungg, is going…oohh…on?!"
He wasn't trying to move, but her slight movements to hide herself and his slight movements to keep her modesty, was causing the most delicious friction…
"Spin, you need to leave, now!"
"Sorry, no can do, we, you need to do something and that something isn't…"
"Oh! Dead or not, you will be when I get…"
Jason heard the snap of fingers and suddenly he was dressed and Elizabeth was gone.
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