25. Jensen

Jensen couldn't take his eyes off her.

Somehow this was even better than the last time they were in this position, her straddling a Sybian, shaking with pleasure, and him hungrily watching every moment—because this time she was his.

And this time he could read her body even better than before, pushing her to her very limit as she moaned and writhed and begged. How many orgasms had she had now? He hadn't been keeping track, but he knew they were getting stronger. Jensen wanted to find out just how savage they could get.

Judging by the sounds she was making, her next orgasm was fast approaching. "You ready? It's coming, isn't it?"

Moaning, Talia attempted to hunch over, her hands bracing her weight on the black leather.

With a cruel smile, he watched her intently, holding the remote control in his hand. Jensen took in her every movement—the lowering of her eyes, the opening of her mouth—to ensure he caught her at just the right moment.

And, as her orgasm was about to crest, he clicked the remote control in his hand. The vibrations silenced instantly.

"No!" she panted, her breasts heaving. "Please." Her eyes pleaded up at him, lost in the haze of pleasure.

Standing, Jensen unclipped his belt, the metal tinkling. He couldn't wait any longer. His cock was as solid as an iron rod, dripping into his boxers, and all he could think about was that first slide inside her—and the bliss that would follow.

"Bend over, Talia. Keep your knees where they are." Whilst she obeyed, he rustled through the assorted attachments that came with the Sybian until he found what he was looking for; one that looked vaguely reminiscent of a tow ball. Although it wasn't penetrative, the attachment sloped up on one side, topped with a ball, before sharply dropping.

Perfect.

He almost had to bite his knuckles when he looked back at Talia. Fucking hell.

She'd bent forward—as instructed—until her top half was prostrate on the carpet. But with her knees spread, every part of her was exposed, flushed pink with arousal.

He knelt behind her, quickly switching the attachments on the Sybian before putting a hand on each of her arse cheeks and spreading her even further. Jensen groaned, his cock begging to sink inside her. Seeing her like this felt so forbidden; she was still a teenager, for fuck's sake, and here he was exposing her to his heart's content, taking away her innocence bit by bit.

Lining up the Sybian, he pulled her backwards slightly, until her clit rested against the attachment's slope. "Have I ever told you how magnificent you are?"

Talia made a sleepy noise that suggested the Sybian had sapped all of her energy.

Jensen paused, his cock half out of his trousers. "Do you want to go to bed?"

She made a dismissive noise, her hips tilting back towards him.

Thank Christ for that.

Seed leaked from the tip of his cock as he aligned their bodies together, but she barely stirred.

And then, as Jensen thrust his hips forward, he hit the button on the remote control.

A strangled squeal left her, her fingers seizing hold of the carpet fibres. Jensen groaned at the feel of her swallowing him whole. How did this keep getting better and better?

To stop her being shunted forward, he grabbed hold of her shoulders with both hands, keeping her steady as he picked up speed.

The faster he moved, the more intense it became. He could feel the vibrations travelling through her body. No wonder it had rendered her senseless; this was sublime.

Jensen let his head fall back as he thrust, exposing the bump in his throat. Fuck, there was no way he was going to last as long as he wanted with the vibrations putting him on a fast-track to release.

Talia was having the same problem, her moans becoming more incoherent and her cunt throbbing around him.

"You're doing so well, baby," he encouraged her. "Do you like me using you like this? Making you come until you're senseless, until I can take you however I want?"

She sobbed out a moan.

"God, I want to use you like this every night," he snarled, slamming into her as she panted. He wrestled down his release, the vibrations working against him. "I want to strap you to this and fill you so full of my seed that you're leaking for days. Your cunt is mine to defile, do you hear me?"

"Oh—I'mcomingI'mcomingI'mcoming," Talia slurred, her voice muffled against her arms, her toes curling around his calves.

Jensen groaned, the relief at being able to let go almost as good as the release itself. Spurt after spurt flooded into her, going on for so long that it seemed like it was never going to end.

Through it all, he clung to just enough awareness to press the button on the remote control.

Resting his forehead on her back, Jensen wrapped his arms around Talia's waist, pressing an exhausted kiss to her spine. "I love you," he whispered, using the last of his energy to pull her to her feet and settle her in bed.

Jensen's lips edged up in a smile; she was fast asleep before he'd even begun to put her silk bonnet on.

Quinn is here.

Roman

Jensen glanced up, his good mood evaporating. Before him, the petting zoo employee listed off interesting facts about Shetland Ponies. Up until he'd read that fucking text, he'd been pleased with how Felix's first birthday party had been going.

A host of Talia's friends from her baby groups had attended, bringing both babies Felix's age and their older children with them, as well as a few from his dad-centric baby group. They were scattered across a handful of picnic tables at present, all watching the zoo employee. There'd been no major upsets or accidents—a few tears here and there. Mia's son Reggie had been terrified of a goat at one point, but he'd recovered quickly.

Jensen couldn't say he blamed him, seeing the horizontal slit in their eyes.

There had also been no major upsets between himself and Euan. Jensen had caught him glaring once or twice, but he'd quickly stopped with a nudge from Alison—and, on one occasion, Darcy. He'd have to thank her for that later. Darcy had stayed at Talia's flat last night, and he'd expected her to raise an eyebrow when he and Talia slept in the same room, but there hadn't even been that.

Even Rhys and Aldous had arrived—although Jensen wasn't sure whether they came as normal guests or to ensure Euan behaved himself. It hadn't taken Rhys long to get involved in the party, being led around by little Reggie whilst Mia took a well-deserved break. Mia herself hadn't stopped smiling the entire day; according to Talia, her midwife had managed to turn the baby head down yesterday, meaning she was able to have a home birth after all.

As expected, Aldous kept to himself. He didn't interact with anyone other than family, and even that was brief. Warren and Kate had spoken with him for a few minutes, but they'd quickly moved on, whilst Aldous remained leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes ever watchful.

Keeping the rage off his face, Jensen sent a reply.

Detain him and send me your location

Do you want him alive?

Roman

For now

Jensen gave Talia a kiss on the cheek as he excused himself from their picnic table, heading off in the direction of the toilets. Checking his phone, Roman's location popped up—he was just past the entrance to the zoo.

Scoffing, he shook his head. Quinn hadn't even made it into the zoo itself. Good.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Jensen turned at the sound of Euan's voice, shooting him a hard glare. He debated making up an excuse, but in the end decided to be truthful. "Quinn is here."

Euan stood a few feet from the entrance to the toilets he'd clearly just exited. His expression changed from suspicion to fury in the blink of an eye. "How do you know that?"

Jensen held up his phone. "A friend's been tailing him for the last couple of weeks. He just messaged me."

"That fucking bastard," Euan snarled, looking as aggressive as any man in a teal button-down shirt could. "I'm coming with you."

"Come on then. We need to be quick," he looked behind him to check the coast was clear. "They'll be bringing out the cake soon."

Their journey to the front gates was a quick one. Animals in pens sailed by, from inquisitive pigs to bleating goats to a large black-and-white lizard sunning itself on a rock, until the car park finally came into view.

It took him a few moments to spot Roman, casually leaning against a dark blue people carrier parked in the shade at the edge of the car park—but Quinn was nowhere in sight.

"Hey Jenny," Roman threw out as they came into earshot. "How's the party?"

"It was great until this," he frowned, eyes searching. "Where is he?"

Roman remained silent, eyeing Euan.

"This is Talia's dad, Euan. Euan, this is Roman, an old friend."

"I prefer the term prison bestie," Roman interjected, sliding the car door open to reveal what was behind the blacked-out windows. "And Quinn is gagged and tied up in here. You're welcome."

Jensen moved, feeling a sick sense of satisfaction when he saw Quinn was indeed bound to the backseat, loops of rope securing him in place. Thick black tape was affixed to his mouth, circling round his skull. For anyone else, Jensen would have winced at how much that was going to hurt when it came off.

But for Quinn? Shit, he hoped it hurt.

As casually as he could, Jensen climbed inside and slid the door shut behind him. It took his eyes a moment to fully adjust to the low light. Warmth suffused him, as though he'd just stepped off the company jet into a desert in the middle of summer.

Quinn glared at him hatefully, a mixture of sweat and blood threading down his temple. Despite the restraints, his knees were wide apart—a mistake.

Jensen struck, digging his knee into Quinn's groin and fastening a hand around his neck. "Final warning," he snarled, feeling the rasp in his throat. A muffled howl of agony made its way through the tape, and Quinn's knees attempted to draw inwards, but Jensen only drove his knee in harder. "Come near her again and I'll kill you."

Quinn shook his head, desperately thrashing in an attempt to dislodge Jensen's knee. His howl quickly became a shrill, undulating wail, but Jensen had no mercy to give.

Finally, he retreated, breathing heavily. Quinn let out a sob, sagging against his restraints and shaking with exertion. There was no room for hatred in his eyes this time—only sheer relief that the pain had stopped.

Jensen wondered vaguely whether he'd managed to pop one of Quinn's bollocks.

When he exited the swelteringly hot car, Jensen was grateful for the light breeze that lifted his hair. "Want to have a word with him?" he asked Euan stonily, holding onto the doorhandle.

Euan glowered at Quinn, but shook his head. "I don't have the stomach to injure a bound man. I'm just grateful you do."

His nostrils flared with satisfaction, glaring back at Quinn. "You're damn right I do." Jensen nodded towards the petting zoo. "We should get back before they realise we're missing."

"Oooh," Roman left his perch on the bonnet to open up the boot. "Here." He brought out an enormous box wrapped in sparkly wrapping paper and topped with a blue bow. "I bought a present for Felix's birthday."

Jensen couldn't stop the sudden smile that came to his face. "You didn't need to do that."

"Ummm yes, I did," Roman gave him a lazy grin. "Can you send me a video of him opening it? I want to see his face."

Side-eyeing the car, Jensen's eyes narrowed. "We can leave him in here for ten minutes, right? You can come and meet him if you want."

Roman nodded enthusiastically, eyes lighting up as he slid the car door shut. "If we were talking about Jasmine I would say absolutely not, but for him? I mean I've cracked the window, what else does he need? If we could survive those journeys in that sweat box of a prison van, then he can survive ten minutes in this."

As the three of them walked into the zoo, Jensen purposefully lagged behind Euan, holding Roman back with him. "Don't tell Talia how we met."

Roman blinked, the gift hoisted onto his shoulder with an ease that suggested it wasn't particularly heavy. "What?"

"She doesn't know I was in prison," Jensen admitted, keeping his voice low as they walked back past the creepy bleating goats.

Wide eyes stared back at him. "She pushed a baby out of her vajayjay for you and you can't even be truthful with her?"

Jensen rubbed the back of his neck, swarming with guilt. "I know," he emphasised. "I know. I intend to tell her I just—not today, you know? It's Felix's birthday. But I'll tell her soon, I swear."

Roman's eyebrow gave him a sassy quirk, but their attention was quickly diverted as the path opened up before them. The party was largely how they left it, with families dotted around on picnic tables and a wide open space in the middle of it all. The Shetland Pony had disappeared, replaced with a large lizard that looked almost comical in a harness, its long tail dragging behind it as it slowly made its way around the space.

"Now the Argentine black and white tegu is the largest of the tegu lizards," the zoo employee said, projecting her voice. "In fact, they can reach sizes of up to five feet long, although their tail makes up around two thirds of this. Their native range—"

Jensen stopped listening, sighting Talia and Felix where he'd left them.

Talia frowned when she saw him, waiting until he'd slid back onto the picnic bench next to her to whisper, "Where have you and Dad been?"

"We met outside the toilets and had a chat," Jensen said, hating himself for it. It wasn't technically a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. I can't spoil Felix's birthday for her, and her mood would plummet if she knew Quinn was so close.

"I hope chat doesn't mean argument," she chided softly, holding Felix as he sat on the picnic table.

Jensen softly chucked Felix under the chin. "Your bampi was surprisingly civilised, wasn't he, wee man?" He waved to Roman as he sat opposite them, putting the present on the ground next to him. "This is Roman. He's an old friend, but he can't stay long."

"Hii," Roman said, flashing his teeth in a dazzling smile, as though there wasn't a man beaten, bound, and gagged in his car. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he looked at Felix. "You are just the most precious little boy in the world, aren't you?"

"Want to hold him?" Talia offered politely.

Jensen sat in silence as Roman immediately accepted, coddling Felix to within an inch of his life. The list of things he was keeping from Talia was growing by the day, and uneasiness sat heavy on his shoulders. Even after Roman departed, he couldn't enjoy the day, not properly.

It never left his mind—the fact that if he'd told her the truth from the fucking start, he could have avoided all of this. All of the secrecy and the worry, but he was in too deep now. His convictions. The cameras. Quinn's behaviour.

He could either stay silent and hope for the best.

Or come clean and risk ending things between them for good.