Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 961: Jayden’s Shy Runaway

Jayden stood there for a long moment after the kiss—cheeks burning, lips still tingling, detective jacket suddenly feeling too tight across her shoulders. She glanced sideways at Gabriela and Samantha, both watching with warm, knowing smiles that made her want to sink through the floor.

Gabriela’s grin was pure mischief. She leaned her head on my shoulder, massive tits pressing softly against my arm.

"Detective Jayden..." she teased in that sultry, melodic voice, "I thought you were already part of our little family. But it looks like I missed something delicious."

Jayden’s blush deepened to a near-crimson. She ducked her head, fingers flexing around the edge of her leather jacket like she wanted to hide inside it.

"I... I just..." she stammered, voice quieter than I’d ever heard it. "He asked me... a while back... about being his... You know. I didn’t say yes right away. I was scared. I have Patricia... my husband... the job... everything. But I haven’t stopped thinking about it. About him."

Samantha—still tucked against my other side—reached out shyly and touched Jayden’s wrist.

"It’s okay," she whispered. "I was scared too... at first. But Jack... he’s good. He keeps us safe. He loves us. Really loves us."

Jayden’s eyes flicked up—meeting Samantha’s gentle gaze, then Gabriela’s encouraging one, then finally mine. Something in her expression softened, like a wall she’d been holding up for years finally cracked.

I stepped closer again—slowly this time—wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her against my chest. She stiffened for half a second, then melted into the hug, forehead dropping to my shoulder.

"I promise you won’t regret it," I murmured against her hair. "I’ll take care of you... and Patricia. Both of you. No more worrying alone. No more carrying everything on your shoulders. You’ll have me. You’ll have all of us."

Jayden nodded against me—small, shaky, but certain.

"Okay..." she breathed. "Okay."

Gabriela chuckled softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Jayden’s face.

"Come with us to America," I said, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. "Bring Patricia. Let us take care of her. Let us be the family she deserves... and the one you deserve."

Jayden swallowed hard. "I... I want that. I want it so much."

"And about your husband..." I added quietly.

Jayden’s jaw tightened—just for a second—then she exhaled.

"I’m thinking of divorcing him," she said, voice steadier now. "I’ve been thinking about it for months. He’s... he’s not a bad man."

I nodded—no judgment, no pressure.

"Okay. Do as you wish. If you need help—legal, financial, anything—call me. Or contact my lawyer team. Julie brought them with her; they’re already on standby. They’ll prepare a divorce settlement case that’ll leave him with nothing he doesn’t deserve."

Jayden gave a small, grateful laugh—almost disbelieving.

"You really mean that, don’t you?"

"Every word."

I leaned in—slowly this time—and kissed her gently on the lips. Soft. Reassuring. A promise.

Jayden kissed back—hesitant at first, then deeper, her hands clutching the front of my shirt like she was afraid I’d vanish. When we parted, she was breathing hard, eyes glassy.

She glanced sideways at Gabriela and Samantha—both smiling warmly, no jealousy, only welcome.

Jayden ducked her head again—shy, almost girlish.

"I’ll... I’ll go talk to Patricia," she mumbled, stepping back but not letting go of my shirt completely. "She’s with my sister right now. I need to... explain things. Slowly."

I nodded. "Take your time. We’re not leaving for a few hours. And when you’re ready... We’ll be waiting."

Jayden gave one last lingering look—eyes shining—then turned and practically ran out of the room, leather jacket flapping behind her like a cape.

The door clicked shut.

Gabriela let out a soft laugh and snuggled closer to my side.

"She’s adorable when she’s flustered," she teased. "Our tough detective... blushing like a schoolgirl."

Samantha giggled quietly, hiding her face against my shoulder.

"She’s going to be so happy with us... I can feel it."

I wrapped my arms around both Gabriela and Samantha, pulling them tight against my chest. Gabriela’s soft curves molded perfectly to my side, her head resting on my shoulder with a contented sigh, while Samantha nestled closer, her smaller frame trembling slightly with lingering emotion and happiness.

"Yeah," I murmured softly into Gabriela’s hair, voice low and reassuring. "She will. Jayden’s tough... but she’s ours now. All of us."

Gabriela kissed the side of my neck gently. "She’ll fit right in. Just like Samantha did." She glanced at the younger woman with a warm, protective smile. "Right, little sister?"

Samantha blushed deeper but nodded, fingers clutching my shirt. "Yes... I’m so happy... I still can’t believe it..."

I gave them both one last squeeze, then reluctantly loosened my hold.

"Alright... time to play the part again," I said quietly. "Yuko might come to meet me anytime now. She needs to believe I’m hurt."

Gabriela immediately understood. She stepped back, reaching for the fresh roll of bandages Julie had left on the side table earlier.

"Lie down, mi amor," she said, voice soft but playful. "Let your ’concerned aunt’ fix you up one more time."

I lay back on the bed, kicking off the loose pants for a moment so I could adjust them properly beneath the gown—leaving my chest bare except for the bandages. Gabriela knelt beside me, her massive tits swaying heavily as she leaned over.

She unwound the old gauze with careful fingers, then began wrapping new strips tightly across my heart area—professional, precise, but with a teasing slowness that made my skin tingle.

"Poor baby," she cooed under her breath, just for me. "All bandaged up like a wounded hero... while we both know you could lift this entire hospital bed with one hand. Such a good actor..."

I smirked up at her. "Keep talking like that and the bandages won’t be the only thing getting tight."

She giggled—soft, wicked—then pressed a quick kiss to the center of the fresh dressing.

"There. Perfect. Yuko won’t suspect a thing."

Samantha hovered nearby, eyes wide and adoring, still clutching the edge of her new skirt like she needed something to ground herself.

"You’re... really good at pretending," she whispered. "It’s... kind of hot."

Gabriela winked at her. "Wait until you see him pretend to be helpless while we ride him later. He’s very convincing."

Before Samantha could combust from embarrassment, the door opened again.

Julie entered first—calm, collected, but with that unmistakable post-sex glow still clinging to her skin. Lorena followed, eyes bright and curious.

Sarah strode in next—confident, smirking, already in on the game. Marina brought up the rear—tablet in hand, ever the organizer. And finally, Yuko—hovering near the back, discharge papers clutched in her hands, expression a careful mix of relief and lingering guilt.