and sees him.
Jacobs.
Watching from the doorway. His hair is wet and he is barefoot,
bare-chested, and shocked.
Josh bites her then, his cock fucking into her, and the rush of
pain and pleasure and Jacobs’ shocked fury are too much. She whimpers and
shudders, and stares at him as she comes, wet heat running down her thighs as
Josh fucks her and groans his own release.
For a long time, they stay still— her pressed
to the wall, Josh buried inside her, Jacobs too still in the doorway. And then
he vanishes and Josh rouses himself enough to pull out. Wet warmth spills down
her thighs, and she relishes it.
Just like she loves the ache in her back.
As she smirks and pulls her skirt down, covering the sticky mess,
it occurs to her that she’s never seen Jacobs shocked before.
Chapter 11
A knock on her door makes her jump, and the nail polish bobbles,
smearing scarlet across her middle finger.
"Fuck," she mutters and reaches for the nail polish
remover as she calls out, "Come in."
Charlie wonders who it is—Jacobs and EJ have both ignored her
completely since the shower this morning. She expected as much from Jacobs—she
has no illusions about his romantic side.
There is more concern about EJ's silence, which has stretched out
too long and is now a tension that worries under her skin like a splinter.
The door pushes open, and her breath rushes from her too fast.
“We’re going out,” Jacobs says. “Be ready to leave in an hour.”
She stares after him for a long moment, but he doesn’t add
anything else, and he leaves as quickly and unremarkably as he came.
Seems to be a MO with him.
She swallows that unpleasant truth and slides off the bed.
Whatever else is going on, she’s going out.
And she’ll look damn good while she does.
*
She chooses a mini dress in sky blue, a sheer lace overlay
covering a thin slip that hugs every curve. It’s an impossibly short, one
shoulder thing with a plain, low neckline and a single sleeve that wraps her
arm all the way to the wrist. Her hair is a loose French braid pulled over one
shoulder, and she’s forgone jewelry.
When she comes downstairs, Jacobs watches her, with the kind of
lazy interest that makes her pulse pound and her throat dry.
EJ is leaning against the wall next to him in scarlet heels and a
little black dress, her hair hanging long and curly and free. She's smiling, a
small, self-satisfied thing, that makes Charlie vaguely nervous.
"Where are we going?" she asks, ignoring the flutter of
nerves and the insane desire to apologize to EJ. Jacobs give a slow smile, and
straightens away from the wall. "Come," he says.
A fission of fear breaks and she hesitates. EJ stands and loops an
arm through Charlie's. "Relax, babe. He won't kill us in the bayou."
Jacobs grins back at them from the doorway. In a black suit, black
button down, and red tie, he looks even more fuckable than he had in the shower this morning. "Sure about that, Ella," he murmurs,
and Ella's steps hitch, just enough that he notices and laughs.
The laughs is what finally puts her at ease. Charlie relaxes and
EJ leans into her as they wait on the porch for Jacobs to lock up the house,
before they follow him around the wraparound to a small outbuilding that serves
as a garage. Inside, he pulls a canvas cover from an emerald green ’69 Chevy
Nova. It’s got a creamy white interior, chrome accents, and it’s gorgeous.
EJ whistles softly. "Damn, Anthony. She looks
fantastic."
There's a softness to her tone that startles Charlie and pulls a
warm look from Jacobs as he stares at the car, a pleased expression on his
face.
"Thanks," he says. "Come on, we're late."
She can feel the surprise ripple through EJ, tense at her side for
a moment before the other girl shrugs, and pulls open the door. Charlie slides
into the tiny back seat, and inhales. It smells like leather and southern heat
and Jacobs, and she runs a finger over the butter soft leather.
EJ is quiet as
Jacobs.
Watching from the doorway. His hair is wet and he is barefoot,
bare-chested, and shocked.
Josh bites her then, his cock fucking into her, and the rush of
pain and pleasure and Jacobs’ shocked fury are too much. She whimpers and
shudders, and stares at him as she comes, wet heat running down her thighs as
Josh fucks her and groans his own release.
For a long time, they stay still— her pressed
to the wall, Josh buried inside her, Jacobs too still in the doorway. And then
he vanishes and Josh rouses himself enough to pull out. Wet warmth spills down
her thighs, and she relishes it.
Just like she loves the ache in her back.
As she smirks and pulls her skirt down, covering the sticky mess,
it occurs to her that she’s never seen Jacobs shocked before.
Chapter 11
A knock on her door makes her jump, and the nail polish bobbles,
smearing scarlet across her middle finger.
"Fuck," she mutters and reaches for the nail polish
remover as she calls out, "Come in."
Charlie wonders who it is—Jacobs and EJ have both ignored her
completely since the shower this morning. She expected as much from Jacobs—she
has no illusions about his romantic side.
There is more concern about EJ's silence, which has stretched out
too long and is now a tension that worries under her skin like a splinter.
The door pushes open, and her breath rushes from her too fast.
“We’re going out,” Jacobs says. “Be ready to leave in an hour.”
She stares after him for a long moment, but he doesn’t add
anything else, and he leaves as quickly and unremarkably as he came.
Seems to be a MO with him.
She swallows that unpleasant truth and slides off the bed.
Whatever else is going on, she’s going out.
And she’ll look damn good while she does.
*
She chooses a mini dress in sky blue, a sheer lace overlay
covering a thin slip that hugs every curve. It’s an impossibly short, one
shoulder thing with a plain, low neckline and a single sleeve that wraps her
arm all the way to the wrist. Her hair is a loose French braid pulled over one
shoulder, and she’s forgone jewelry.
When she comes downstairs, Jacobs watches her, with the kind of
lazy interest that makes her pulse pound and her throat dry.
EJ is leaning against the wall next to him in scarlet heels and a
little black dress, her hair hanging long and curly and free. She's smiling, a
small, self-satisfied thing, that makes Charlie vaguely nervous.
"Where are we going?" she asks, ignoring the flutter of
nerves and the insane desire to apologize to EJ. Jacobs give a slow smile, and
straightens away from the wall. "Come," he says.
A fission of fear breaks and she hesitates. EJ stands and loops an
arm through Charlie's. "Relax, babe. He won't kill us in the bayou."
Jacobs grins back at them from the doorway. In a black suit, black
button down, and red tie, he looks even more fuckable than he had in the shower this morning. "Sure about that, Ella," he murmurs,
and Ella's steps hitch, just enough that he notices and laughs.
The laughs is what finally puts her at ease. Charlie relaxes and
EJ leans into her as they wait on the porch for Jacobs to lock up the house,
before they follow him around the wraparound to a small outbuilding that serves
as a garage. Inside, he pulls a canvas cover from an emerald green ’69 Chevy
Nova. It’s got a creamy white interior, chrome accents, and it’s gorgeous.
EJ whistles softly. "Damn, Anthony. She looks
fantastic."
There's a softness to her tone that startles Charlie and pulls a
warm look from Jacobs as he stares at the car, a pleased expression on his
face.
"Thanks," he says. "Come on, we're late."
She can feel the surprise ripple through EJ, tense at her side for
a moment before the other girl shrugs, and pulls open the door. Charlie slides
into the tiny back seat, and inhales. It smells like leather and southern heat
and Jacobs, and she runs a finger over the butter soft leather.
EJ is quiet as
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