A One Man Job Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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My deputy’s advice comes back to me, unbidden.

Just tell her you’re interested in someone else, sheriff.

That ought to help her take the hint.

My phone is ringing in my lap. It’s Bella. Probably calling to ask if I’m coming home.

The advice my deputy gave me might be terrible, but I’m desperate. Staying away from Bella and Charlie is only making them try harder to bring me under their spell. I need to make them realize a relationship with me isn’t in the cards. I need to snap this growing bond between us in half, before it can no longer be broken and they insist on giving up college.

Not giving myself time to second-guess my decision, even though it feels deceitful and wrong, I answer the phone.

“Bella.”

“Joe! You’re at that terrible accident, aren’t you? It’s on the news.”

“Yeah, I’m here. Getting ready to leave, though.”

“Oh, good.” Her voice drops to a purr. “Are you coming home now?”

Her sweet, eager voice in my ear alone is giving me an ungodly cockstand, even after the tragedy I’ve witnessed tonight. My hands ache to be on their skin or cradling their faces. If I had all the freedom in the world, I would lay them down, side by side on the bed, stripped bare and I would kneel between them, playing with their clits at the same time. Stroking those little things with my thumbs, watch their skin grow pinker and more flushed, their eyes unseeing as they gasp and whine up at the ceiling.

I’m sweating now.

I’m losing it.

The need to fuck them is so severe, I’m shaking.

I’ve got to put an end to this before my obsession becomes unmanageable.

If it hasn’t already.

“No, I’m not coming home,” I force out. “I’ve got a date.”

The silence from Bella is deafening. I hang up before I can take back the lie, throwing my car into drive and burning rubber toward a sports bar I know at the edge of town where I can kill some time. And nurse my injured heart.

Bella

I stare down at the phone in my hand, the world around me bubbling like hot lava.

That did not just happen. No way.

I’m being strangled by an invisible rope, hellish heat engulfing my body.

Jealousy like I’ve never experienced in my life boomerangs around my skull, leaving righteous anger in its path.

“What’s wrong?” Charlie yawns from her sprawl on the couch. “Is Joe coming home?”

“No,” I choke out.

Obviously sensing my distress, Charlie sits up, the strap of her frilly nightgown slipping down one shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“He…he said…” A screech shoots upward from my belly, straight from the devil himself and I throw my phone a hundred miles an hour across the room, putting a hole in the drywall. “He has a date.”

Charlie goes eerily still, but even from a distance, I can see the pulse going wild at the bottom of her neck. “Um. Excuse me?”

“That’s what he said!”

My sister stumbles to her feet, twin splotches appearing on her cheeks. “Are you sure you didn’t misunderstand him?”

“I didn’t!”

Charlie’s eyes flood with tears. “Even after I gave him a blow job this afternoon?”

I nearly double over in shock. “You did what?”

“Bitch, you tried to seduce him in a bikini while I was getting my nails done!”

“Yes, but I thought we were past this competition stuff. I thought we moved on once Joe figured out our game!”

Charlie winces. “Maybe there was still in a tiny part of me that wanted to win.”

I march closer to my sister, shoving her off balance. “Judas!”

“If it makes you feel better, he wouldn’t have sex with me. And believe me, I tried.”

A sob wrenches from my lips. “Nothing is going to make me feel better right now. Joe is on a date.”

“Not for long,” Charlie responds, ominously. “We’re going to go break it up.”

A sense of purpose begins to swell inside of me, but it’s tempered by common sense. “We don’t even know where the date is happening.”

“Amateur,” snorts Charlie. “You don’t track Joe’s phone?”

“What? No. Do you?”

“Hell yes, I do.” She scrambles for her phone on the coffee table. Mine is inside the wall. After a few seconds, she waves the glowing screen at me. “They’re at Mongo’s.”

“A bar?” Tears are tracking down my face. “What if they get drunk and go home together?”

“We’re not going to let that happen. Go put on your white leather dress and some heels. I’m wearing black, because it’s going to be this bitch’s funeral.” As my sister drags my numb body toward the bedrooms, I thank God she has the ability to operate under stress, because I would be lost without her. “She’s about to find out that Joe is ours.”

“Yeah!” I cry out, finally gathering the wherewithal to rifle through my closet. “But Charlie,” I say, before she can leave my room and enter her own.


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