Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 47176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Not yet,” I murmur softly. “I want to give her a chance to rest.”
Or, honestly, something is moving through my thoughts, a notion I can’t let go of. It’s all collapsing together, all the knowledge of what Jamie really does, who he is, and why Kelly might have to pretend.
Money, it was money.
I can’t shake the thought, and it causes a pit to open in my belly, to try and swallow all the good feelings.
There aren’t many reasons Kelly would need money.
For herself, anyway.
“Would you tell me if I asked?” I say. “If I really wanted to know?”
Jamie leans down, nodding. “I’d do anything you asked, Jennifer, even if it meant breaking my word. Well…almost anything.”
“Almost?” I whisper.
He moves closer, his lip brushing along mine, making my lips burn.
“Even if you asked me, begged me, pleaded with me…I could never be with another woman. I couldn’t even think about it. It hurt so bad, Jennifer, all those times you saw Kelly and me together.”
I place my hand on his chest, feeling his firm muscles and his pounding heart. “I wanted you every freaking second.”
He leans down.
“Me too,” he says huskily before kissing me again.
I sink into it, unable to think about anything else.
Just the feeling of his lips, his firm body, the hulking savage impulses inside of him. He snarls and squeezes me tighter, pulling our bodies together and letting me feel his manhood pushing right against my belly.
From the doorway, Matt clears his throat.
Jamie doesn’t leap away from me, try to cover it up, or act ashamed about me in any way.
He wraps his arm over my shoulder and turns to his brother.
Matt stands in the doorway, looking like a different man. His gaunt face is clean-shaven now, and his hair buzzed down short, giving him a bug-eyed alerted look like he’s ready for action.
But he smiles as he steps forward.
“Mind if I take the evening shift, Jamie? I could do with some fresh air.”
Jamie looks down at me, then back at his brother. “Sounds good to me.”
He leads me off the porch into the house.
My heart starts going into freaking overdrive, and suddenly I find myself stepping away as my mind goes to nasty thoughts…impossible ones, at least they feel that way.
Like Jamie lied and he and Kelly were really together.
I don’t believe it, but….
It’s a delay tactic. I haven’t even told Jamie yet.
“I’m just going to check on Kelly,” I murmur.
Jamie nods, even as his jaw pulse. His whole body is bulging, his tattooed arms seeming to expand like lust is whelming inside him and making him physically bigger.
“Sure,” he says.
I’m going to tell her about Jamie and me.
I’m going to look into her eyes and confirm Jamie told the truth, even if I trust him, even if I don’t doubt him at all, not deep down where it counts.
Pushing the door open, I find Kelly lying on her side, looking completely exhausted as she sleeps. Her chest rises and falls. She’s got a sleepy smile on her face.
My tattoo aches, Kelly’s name especially. Even if that’s made up or imagined, it still makes me want to wake her, to tell her.
Instead, I close the door gently, returning to Jamie in the hallway.
“She’s asleep,” I tell him.
He nods gruffly, looking more and more like the desire is taking over like he can’t hold himself back anymore.
When he kisses me again, I know I’m going to have to tell him.
I’ve never been with a man before.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
But as he guides me into the master bedroom and closes the door behind us, I can’t find the words.
Then he’s kissing me again, my man, and nothing else matters.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Jamie
I take a step back, admiring my woman as she stands in her underwear at the foot of the bed.
My lips are sore from kissing, my dick sorer from where it’s pushing against my pants.
Her round breasts are barely contained in her bra.
Her panties hug her thick thighs, giving her a juicy, tasty look that has me salivating.
Her hair is a sexy, wavy, mess.
Her eyes are wide and excited, and something else, maybe nerves, but I can’t stop now.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I snarl, striding across the room.
She moans as her hands move to my shirt, tugging insistently.
I smirk, leaning down and kissing her hard.
She returns the kiss with added excitement.
When she squeezes down on my shoulders, it’s fiercer than it ever has been, like she knows this is it.
We can’t fight it anymore.
We both want it. The sex and what comes after, the commitment, the life.
As we kiss, our hands move over each other. She tears off my shirt, and I unclip her bra.
Her breasts spill free, big and gorgeous, and mine. I claim them immediately, pushing them together and sucking one nipple and then the other.
She makes those just-Jennifer whimpering noises, shifting against me as her hand claws down my back.