Taking a deep breath, I froze. My body did want a guy to pay attention to me but not in this way.
Pain shot through my neck, as his hands came down across my chest. I could feel his teeth, lips and tongue run across my flesh.
I didn’t want this though a point of me did. But only if it was someone else. Someone would I really liked. If only it was Jonathan. It wasn’t though and I knew that. My mind was telling me it wasn’t Jonathan and I needed to get away. Then my body came to action and I began to only think about Jonathan.
I could see his face, chest, hands, hair, back and everything else that made me fall for him. His hands were running down to my thighs and stayed there just softly rubbing my thigh. Something then just came over me, before I could make myself stop, I reached up and began kissing him.
My body was in control though my brain was telling me something completely different. But it didn’t matter to me. All I wanted was to be apart of Jonathan’s life especially his love life. I arched even more against his touch. Before I knew it his hands were under my shirt. Fingertips brushing up against my nipple. His hand started to slid down my body when I heard the click of a gun cocking.
I opened my eyes and once again realizing that the name that I was arching to was Derek. It wasn’t the guy of my fantasies, my fantasies that were very physical.
“Put your hands against the window!” someone screamed.
A part of me swore that the man that was screaming was Jonathan. But I knew that there was no way for it to be Jonathan. He doesn’t know where I am, what I’m doing and the I’m thinking of him while doing this. Plus he was back at base most likely banging on of the blonde sluts.
All I know is that it was a man who was screaming at us he was pissed to the core. He sounded though so much like Jonathan. I shook the feeling of it maybe being Jonathan off once again
Somehow deep inside I wasn’t happy. Maybe it was because I thought the man I was arching to was Jonathan. Damn, I was in something really deep. Why did this have to happen to me?
It wasn’t him at all though. It was Derek. The man, who at one point, wanted me dead. I knew that he still wanted me to die. That was written all over his face.
A sharp pain shuddered through me. The back of my thighs were demanding to feel relief. Feeling the shaking of my legs, scared me even more than the pain that was shooting through my body.
“PUT YOUR HANDS UP!” shouted the man again.
I wasn’t sure exactly what was going on I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. So who in the hell was talking to me, talking to us. I could hear the man’s voice and it somehow reminded me of Jonathan. A moment later, I took in the voice but when he talked again it was Austin’s voice.
“Gracie, we know you are in the vehicle. We know he has you!” His voice was steady but you cuold hear the worry behind it. “Derek let her go!”
Before I knew it Derek had a knife at my throat. The look on his face was determined to finish what he had just started. Though after a second his face didn’t hold any pleasure but was in wrinkles. Looking around for a second, I realized my position was bad. I was on his lap and right in front of the line of fire. My team would not know that I was there on his lap. They would think that it is like any other hostile kidnaps. All of them would believe I would be to the side of him. Most likely the right. Well unless Jonathan remembers what I told him about Derek once before.
Taking in a deep breath, I was getting ready to move as Derek’s phone began to ring.
“What?!” he screamed into the phone.
