Caught by the Convicts

by Jessa Kane

I’ve never seen one in real life before, so I flinch, shocked.

These men are night and day. One terrifyingly masculine. Dangerous. One devastatingly sexy, a twinkle of charm in his eye. Who are these men?

“See something you like?” drawls the guard.

It’s only seconds before the light goes out of his eyes. Dead. He’s dead.

My first reaction is relief. Which is ridiculous.

A virgin. Ruger is a virgin, like me?

“Let’s not think like that,” Klay says quickly, an edge of residual panic in his tone. Almost like…he cares about my safety. But doesn’t want me to know it.

And it’s insane. It’s totally crazy, but I’ve never felt more safe or comforted or cherished in my life. By two criminals. Strangers.

“Fuck,” Klay rasps beside my ear. “Fuck, you’re right. I’ll wreck her. I don’t…I don’t want to.”

“When we find her,” I say, my breath running short. “I’m going to spread her legs and ride that damp little fuck hole while you watch. I’ll be covered in her wetness and sweat and bite marks by the time it’s over. And you’re going to clean me up afterward.”

“We have to get out of here,” I growl as soon as the gossip mongering inmate has moved out of earshot. “Now.”

I’m breathing like I’ve just run ten miles, sweat beginning to soak the front of my shirt.

“Put my cock in, Ruger. Right where my fingers are.”

Did I hear him right? He wants me to touch his dick?

Christ, I fall on them like a man being offered a meal after a week of starvation.

The grin disappears and suddenly the cockiest man I’ve ever met is vulnerable.

“Ruger, get down on your knees.” I gather the hem of her nightshirt, lifting it in a fist. “Lick her pussy.”

It’s a calling, a higher purpose I didn’t know I needed so desperately.

Klay fixes what’s broken inside of everyone else so he can ignore his own grief and anger, inflicted by his father.

“I’d have sucked it in front of everyone.”

I’m not running anywhere as long as these two are by my side.

by the time those twenty minutes were up, I was burning alive. We almost broke the bed after that.

“He said please, Wendy.” “I heard him,” she purrs, walking her fingertips up my inner thigh. “So polite.”

“I’m such a lucky girl, getting to play with the birthday boy.”

“You’re going to breed me. You’re going to be the father of our child.”