She shook her head and let go of my arm, unbuckling and scrambling onto her knees on the seat. “Now.”
“In the car?” I clarified, even as I unbuckled and she started climbing over the console. I knew what that asshole had done to her in his car, and there wasn’t much room between me and the steering wheel. As pissed as I was, I was even more impressed with Jenna, and there was no way my cock wasn’t going to respond to her.
“Yes.” She settled herself onto my lap, her knees squeezed against my hips.
“So fucking proud of you.”
“Me too.” She beamed at me, and the rage in my gut settled. My girl was strong, and she knew it. Was learning it, at least, and I’d make sure she never doubted it again.
I buried my face in her hair. “Love you so much.”
“Love you, too.” Her breath whispered along my neck. Even squished in the confines of the rental car, she fit perfectly against me like she was made for me. And I was made for her.
My cock stiffened, like I knew it would, and there’s no way she didn’t feel it. No way to give her more space. “Sorry,” I said. “You want to move?”
She shook her head, and like the badass she was, she rolled her hips against me. “Not afraid of you.” She leaned back and looked down at me. “Not going to be afraid of Brian anymore, either. Call Beth.”
Anticipation burned through my veins. “Hell, yeah. Let’s find that motherfucker.”
“Easy there, killer. Not for you, or for my dad either. Let’s see if she can dig up some dirt on him.”
A little while later, we sat on the small couch in our hotel room, my phone between us. When I clicked on Beth’s name, Jenna jumped up and paced in front of me waiting for the call to connect.
After a few rings, Beth answered, “Liam? Is everything alright?”
“Hi, Beth. Everything’s fine,” I said calmly, trying to soothe both of them. “Jenna and I have a favor to ask, if you don’t mind.”
“Is Jenna there?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
Beth’s voice softened. “I heard what happened. I’m really sorry.”
Jenna dropped down on the couch. “Thank you.”
“You probably already know this, but I was attacked, too. That’s when my agoraphobia started. Talking about it helped a lot, and I’m here if you ever want to talk.”
“I appreciate that. There’s something else I hope you can help me with…someone else.”
“What do you need?”
I held Jenna’s hand and pressed my leg against hers, pride filling my chest as she took control.
“Can you look into someone for me? Brian Belke.”
“Sure. Do you have his address or date of birth?”
Jenna provided both, as well as his high school and college information and his parents’ names.
“Am I looking for anything specific?”
“Um, he—” Jenna’s eyes shot to me, and the words stuck in her throat. I squeezed her hand and waited, ready to jump in if she needed me to, but she had it. “I don’t exactly know. Maybe something he did…to a girl. It could have been years ago, or maybe recently, too. Or maybe…child pornography?”
“Asshole,” Beth muttered. She cleared her throat, and said firmly, “You got it. I’ll dig up everything on him.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m here if you want to talk, anytime, about anything. I’ll get started on that jerk right now.”