Little Fury: Book 1 of The deadly Little Thing Trilogy
Little Fury: Chapter 3

“When I was seven, I was in a car accident with my parents. I was the only one who survived. My parents had no family, so I was sent to a family friend.”

“Sent?” Jake asks.

“Yeah, sent.” I sigh. “It was an odd situation. I was adopted. There was a stipulation in the adoption contract that stated, if anything was to befall my parents and they died or were unable to continue to raise and provide for me in the manner as to which was agreed upon, I would be sent to Harry.”

“Harry has a last name?”

“He does, but it’s not important. Harry’s place was not a run-of-the-mill situation, but I was raised to be polite and do as I was told. Stoicism was the family motto.” I chuckle a bit at that, remembering my parents.

“I got out of the hospital two days after the accident. I had no injuries except for some bruises and a few cuts. I think I had about a dozen stitches here and there.” I stop for a moment, feeling the sadness of that day, remembering what I lost that day. Jake grabs my hand, lacing his fingers with mine.

“A woman named Beth was there to pick me up from the hospital. She took me to my home and helped me pack my things. Books, clothes, some toys, Mr. Waffle and Miss Mushroom.”

“I’m sorry?”

“What part is confusing you big guy?”

“Ava.” exasperation and warning in his voice.

“Stuffed animals, Jake. Squirrel and goat, respectively.” He turns and looks at me, seeing if I’m joking. When he sees I’m not, he scrunches his eyebrows and nods at me.

“Anyway, after I left the hospital, I was sent to The Ranch. The ranch is not a ranch as much as it is a school of sorts. What I learned there was unconventional, but all of it useful. Just useful to a very niche market.” Jake doesn’t push and doesn’t ask for more details. He lets my words fade out.

Why the fuck is he taking this all so well? So, in stride—like it’s a story he’s heard before.

Jake shifts on the bed, bringing me out of my thoughts. I take another grape from the tray and pop it into my mouth. I’m about to continue when I hear my phone. I look at Jake with a silent question. “I went to your car and grabbed your phone and bag for you while you were in the bathroom,” he informs me.

“Ahh,” I say. “Thank you.” I rise to get my phone, but Jake stops me and grabs it for me. If I had to guess, I’d guess Harry is calling me. He’s old and hates texting, so he usually calls me. Jake hands me my phone, and I sigh at the 30 or so notifications. There are three missed calls from Harry and one text from him that reads,

As far as texts go from Harry, that one is quite lengthy and shockingly typo-free. I know instantly that Beth texted it for him; I can picture Harry handing his phone to Beth and telling her what to text and Beth cleaning up his wording and only allowing the term “little shit” because he is communicating with me.

The other messages are from three of my guys. They all say the same thing:

• Are you alive?

• Harrison had to return home.

• The house is spick and span

• it’s a beautiful day for a drive.

We have a simple code but it tells us everything we need to know in as few words as possible.

Three of the four are safe and have made sure to get out of the city fast using whatever escape plans they each had in place. I feel the tension I was holding loosen, knowing that 3 of them are still alive. Losing Harrison hurts; I adored that old Englishman, and his abilities with a rifle and scope were things of beauty. He would sing some bawdy old songs when he drank too much, and we enjoyed making fun of him for it. I feel my eyes sting, so I head into the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face.

When I return to the bedroom, Jake isn’t there, but I watch as the lights turn off on his path back. I’m just standing in the middle of the room when he returns. Unsure of what to do now. I know I need to leave. I need to get as far away from here as possible. No matter how careful I was, what if someone knew about Jake? Him dying because of me would break me. I know it would. That little bit of humanity I still have would completely cease to exist.

Jake comes up behind me and nuzzles into the back of my neck. He reaches up, removes the towel from my head, and lets my hair tumble over my back. He drags his hand down my arm and clasps my hand as he starts to lead me to the bed. I resist him.

“You promised me you would rest for at least a few hours, Ava.”

I don’t bother arguing and reminding him I never promised, but I don’t want to leave him yet, and I’m exhausted.

I let him lead me to the bed and get into it as he pulls the comforter back. He pulls the blanket around me and moves towards the door to turn off the overhead light and close it. The room is cast in a soft glow from the lamp on the bedside table. He pads back to the bed and slips his shorts down over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. I watch him, enjoying how his body moves.

He gets in the bed, choosing to leave the lamp on. He moves closer to me, slipping his arm under my neck. He slides one of his legs between mine and pulls my leg to lay over top of his. He drapes his other arm across my hips carefully to avoid the injury on my side.

We’re silent for a while, lying together, my face buried in his chest. I breathe him in. He smells of whiskey and citrus, always with the subtle antiseptic note from working at the hospital. I love how he smells. He smells like Jake, like everything that makes him who he is. His scent envelops me, making me feel warm.

He runs his fingers up and down my spine, eliciting shiver after shiver from me. My nipples harden more with each pass of his fingers on my back. I move closer to him, trying to feel as much of him as possible. I feel him grow hard against my stomach. My nipples harden in response to his body

I tilt my face to him and raise my hand to cup his cheek. I brush my lips softly over his. He rubs his nose along mine, and then he kisses me. It’s soft. Barely anything more than a ghost of a touch. His arms tighten around me, pulling me impossibly close. His hand replaces my ass squeezing it slightly when he pulls my hips to rub my pussy along his thigh.

I sigh against his mouth, getting lost in the kiss. The sweep of his tongue over my top lip, coaxes my lips to part for him. The strokes of his tongue against mine are soft, but as my tongue meets his, our kiss deepens, my hand slides up over his shoulder to his neck. I lace my fingers into his hair, gripping it tight. He growls in response to the sting and with it any calm or gentleness slips away.

Jake’s mouth unbidden like this against mine makes me grip his hair tighter and grind myself against his thigh, needing to feel every inch of his skin against mine. I move to remove my t-shirt, but he isn’t done with my mouth yet. He grabs my ass harder, grinding my already-drenched pussy against his thigh. This is his kiss, and he will have it as he wants. He bites my bottom lip, sucking on it to soothe the sting, and I whimper. His hands are working their way under my shirt. Smoothing over my skin, grasping and kneading.

I break the kiss to remove my shirt, he raises himself up to follow my body like it’s tethered to his own. He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and squeezes the other one between his fingers. I move onto my knees, guiding his mouth back to mine with my hand in his hair. He pushes us both so I’m straddling his hips as he leans back against the headboard without breaking the kiss.

Our kisses are slow, each one lingers on my mouth, melting into the next. I can feel how hard he is as he rubs against my ass with every roll of my hips. I reach behind me and fist him, squeezing him, feeling that first drop of precum on his tip. I smear it with my thumb and rub it back over him. He groans against my mouth, his hips buck under me and I grind against him, looking for the friction I need. Needing to feel more, I reposition myself so I am facing him and bring the head of his cock to my dripping entrance, but he stops me.

I make a noise in protest of his denial of me. “Patience, Ava. I promise your needy pussy will have my cock in it soon enough.” His words go straight to my core, my clit throbbing.

Sliding his finger through my folds, my slick coating his fingers as he moves over it. I pant as he strokes me slowly, his rhythm steady as his kiss steals my breath. I gasp into his mouth when he pinches my clit. I tilt my head back, breathing in a lungful of needed air just as he slips a finger inside me, and I fucking explode. I ride his hand through my orgasm as he strokes my clit till my pussy stops clenching around his fingers.

Jake gives me no time to recover before he grabs my hips and flips us in one swift movement. He hooks one of my legs over his arm and enters me punishingly hard and fast. Driving into me over and over again. And it feels like absolute heaven.

He’s large and thick, and I always feel a stretch, no matter how ready he has me. I love that stretch. I love feeling him fill me so completely.

I try to meet him stroke for stroke, but I can’t. I reach my hand back and press against the headboard holding myself still so he can fuck me, burying himself deep.

“Pillow,” he growls at me.

It takes me a moment for his words to penetrate my brain. I reach beside my head and grab a pillow, handing it to him. He pulls out of me, taking the pillow and placing it under my hips. My hips higher, staying on his knees he grabs my thighs, pushing my legs wide. “So, fucking beautiful, this glistening swollen cunt open for me, waiting for my cock to be buried in it again.”

“Jake, please.” one of his hands leaves my thigh.

“Please, what, Ava? Please finger you?” he punctuates his question pumping two fingers into me twice, collecting my slick and dragging it along me and over my clit.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please, what, Ava? Please fuck this tight little ass?” Again, he dips two fingers into my pussy, collecting more of my wetness, dragging a path of it along me until he reaches my tight hole, rubbing my wetness around the entrance and slipping a finger in just past the tight ring. Pulling it back and doing it repeatedly, sinking in a little deeper each time.

“Fucking hell,” I ground out.

“Hold your thighs for me,” he commands, and I obey. He sinks two new fingers into my pussy, rubbing the spot on my inner wall, instantly creating that to-die-for pressure. I feel more of my wetness slide from me as he works my pussy and ass. I know I’m making noise, crying, moaning, whimpering, grunting, groaning. “Please,” I mumble when his thumb replaces my clit.

He stops everything.

“Please, what, Ava?”

“Jake, I don’t care, do all of it, fuck me with your hands, your cock, a fucking dildo. Fuck my pussy or my ass; I don’t care. Just make me scream your name.” I sob out to him. My body at a point of utter submission and need.

His teetering control snaps at my words, and his hands are back on my thighs, pressing my legs wide and back, and when he drives into me, he bottoms out. His balls hit against my ass; the noise of our skin slapping fills the room. He drags out against my inner walls, driving back into me, hitting that spot over and over again. The pressure builds and builds until the orgasm rips through me, and I scream his name as I cum. I feel his hips stutter then he is following me over that edge.

He collapses on me, burying his head in my neck, panting. He rolls off me, and I instantly miss his weight on me and the feel of him inside me. He goes into the bathroom, returns with a warm cloth and cleans me up gently. “Ava, sit up for a second. I need to check your shoulder.”

“Mm-mm,” I mumble and shake my head.

“Ava,” He says sternly.

“Ugh, dude, stop being so bossy.” I mumble grumpily at him.

I hear him chuckle, but I sit up and let him look. He says nothing, so I assume all is well. I flop back down with an overly dramatic huff. I feel him a moment later as he climbs back into bed behind me. He turns off the lamp and pulls me into him, burrowing into the back of my neck and sighing. I know I need move, but my body is exhausted, my brain can’t hold a thought, and he is so warm and holding me so tight that I drift off before I can even think of getting up.