Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
His sincerity can’t be mistaken for anything less than that. I hear it, I feel it. But what about the woman in the picture? She clearly meant more to him. And she isn’t faceless. She has a face, and it’s in that photograph. Yet I want her to remain faceless to me. Like she never existed.
Wearily and on a sigh, I nod and promise myself never to let my mind wander there again. I circle his waist and hug him.
“That’s better.” He lifts me from my feet—my towel falling from my body—and carries me into the bedroom. He takes me down to the bed and kisses his way up my body until he finds my lips. I’m indulged and worshipped, his mouth consuming mine as his fingers creep closer to my thighs, my insides quickly unfurling with anticipation.
“I think we should stay in bed all day,” he mumbles around my lips, kissing his way to my ear and dipping his tongue inside.
The muffled sound, his hot breath penetrating my hearing, all do a perfect job of ridding me of the last lingering remnants of aggravation and worry. His suggestion is fine by me. The longer I have to work myself up to facing my father, the better. Until then, I’m happy to let Jake work me up, all day, all night…forever.
“Hmmmm…” I let my mind go blank and my body come alive under his attention. It’s blissful, his lips all over me, his body sliding against mine. I feel his cock swell against my thigh.
“Jesus, angel, I just can’t take enough of you.”
Bang!
“Jake!” Lucinda’s voice, followed by a loud thwack, yanks us both from our euphoria, as if we could have fallen into ice water. Jake growls and is up from the bed in a second, abandoning me.
“I thought you said she’d left,” I mutter, annoyed.
“She did.”
“Jake!” Lucinda’s rankled yell rings out once more.
“For fuck’s sake, what?” Jake shouts, stalking away.
I roll onto my side, disliking her that little bit more. If she’s brought another magazine loaded with snaps of us, then I’ll take great pleasure in shoving it up her arse. That’s if Jake doesn’t get there first.
Sighing my frustration, I drink in Jake’s naked back as he paces away. But my desire immediately turns to worry when he freezes in the doorway, every muscle in his back going hard.
I’m off the bed like a shot, my legs working before my brain, running over to join him and find out what’s gotten his attention. I just make it to him when he steps back without warning and I collide with his back. His arm comes up and extends behind him, keeping me back.
“What’s up?” I ask, trying to see around his big body, not giving the fact that I’m naked a second thought. “Jake!” I muscle past him with some effort and make my way to his side, enough to see, but enough to still be safely concealed by his body. “Oh my God!” I gasp as I take it all in, my eyes jumping from one place to another, trying to make some sense of it.
I can’t.
Jake hauls me into his side. His skin is electric, shocking me. “What the fuck is this?” he asks, his eyes fixed firmly in one place.
On my father.
He’s standing by Jake’s couch, looking worried but determined. He’s taking me in, his eyes refusing to fall below my neck. My heart sinks as I cling to Jake, as if I fully expect my dad to physically drag me away. He’ll have to. I’m not moving.
“You immoral arsehole,” he says, landing Jake with a contemptuous glare. “I trusted you to keep her safe and you take advantage of her?”
I clench my eyes shut, everything inside of me deflating. “He didn’t take advantage of me,” I grate, feeling the anger Jake just chased away returning. I’m a grown woman. I have my own mind and my own life.
“Quiet, Cami,” Jake whispers, forcing my eyes open and up. He’s still staring Dad down, still unwavering in his death glare. Jake looks set to charge, and part of me is willing that he does.
Casting a look around the room, I take in the rest of the occupants. Lucinda is looking inconvenienced more than anything, flanked on each side by Grant and Pete.
“How did you find out where I live?” Jake asks, flipping a glare to Lucinda.
She shakes her head. “I’ve already had your gun pointed at me this morning,” she mutters indignantly to Jake. “I didn’t fancy being sandwiched between these two oafs.” She tosses Pete and Grant a filthy look. “They must have followed me.”
“Don’t think you can outsmart me,” my dad snaps. “Cami, get your clothes on. You’re coming with me.”
“No.” My answer is quick and automatic. Never.
“Don’t push me, young lady!”
Young lady? Like a child who can be told what to do? I stand my ground, something I’ve never had a problem doing with my father, except now he looks the angriest I’ve ever seen him. It just makes me dig my heels in more. I move behind Jake, keeping my hold of him. “You’ll have to rip me away.”