Chapter 29
TWENTY-NINE
Where Have You Been?
Noelle
Jack was a dick. A gigantic dick with a monumental cock.
I had provoked him over his schlong size, and the thought of me with a guy who was bigger than him had made him envious, and I thought I had gotten to him.
Instead, his reaction over my ex possibly finding out I had slept with my neighbor made me the sore loser.
Jack stayed calm, cool, and collected. He leaned back against the wall with a smug-ass smirk on his face and his damn arms crossed over his chest. He watched me scramble around in search of my discarded belongings in his long sleeve shirt, which had shimmed upward so that my ass cheeks hung out.
“Goddamn it, Timber,” I hissed while down on my hands and knees searching for a hint of women’s clothing. “What the hell are you doing? Help me!”
“I’m checking out that cute butt you’ve got, Evergreen.” Jack raised an eyebrow. “Have I told you how good you look crawling around on my floor all flustered?”
“Would you quit checking out my ass and get down here?” I groaned with frustration and patted the cool tile.
I lifted a carpet, checked under a couch, but there wasn’t anything. Not even a damn ball of dust. I blew some hair out of my mouth and continued to worry until I came to Jack’s bare feet. I peered up at him.
“No,” Jack replied.
“Why not?” I pointed my index finger at him. “This is all your damn fault.”
“Me?” Jack innocently pressed a hand against his chest and kneeled down to face me. “As I recall, little Elle, you’re the one who keeps ending up on her knees, begging me to give you what you want. First you wanted my dick and now you—”
“Oh, cut the crap, Timber,” I interrupted Jack with flushed cheeks. “It’s not like you didn’t love every second of my pleading.”
Jack grinned wider.
“Yeah. You’re damn right I enjoyed myself just as much as I love watching you squirm because your ex might find out about us.” Jack flicked his shirt to the side and revealed more of my cleavage for his amusement. “All rattled, flushed, and fucking out of control.”
The sexual tension was back and as electrifying as ever. The zap between us kept on zinging, a current of energy that would continue on for all of eternity.
I gulped down the lump in my throat. My body was always destined to give in to Jack, but this was no time for sex. We had a much bigger problem than my wet pussy dribbling between my thighs.
“Logan, that squealing son of a bitch, will go straight to my father. Do you want my dad to find out about us?” I hissed through clenched teeth.
Immediately, Jack stopped gawking at my tits, and his eyes locked on mine. His grin turned into a pressed straight line, and he searched my face for an entire twenty seconds while I held my breath. I waited for him to answer.
Jack cursed. He got down on his hands and knees to join me in my search. I stared at him as he frantically scrambled through a spot I’d already combed through before he moved onto another area. His eyes lit up, and he held up a garment as if he had won a trophy for first place.
“Ha-ha! A bra!” Jack announced but narrowed his eyes at me. “What the hell, Elle? Aren’t you gonna help?”
I crawled over to him in front of a big open window, afraid of being seen from next door, half naked in Jack’s long sleeve shirt.
A warm piece of flannel which smelled delicious and reminded me of everything I had done.
Regret filled me, which I didn’t want to experience because the intimate time with Jack had been amazing.
More incredible than I had expected, and I hadn’t wanted our time together to end.
But as I made my way over toward him, I realized how ridiculously stupid I had been.
I had slept with my father’s friend, and now I tried desperately to hide any evidence we had been together.
“Give me that,” I snapped and snatched the bra out of his grasp.
“No need to be bitter, princess,” Jack muttered and kneeled in front of me with his hands up. “A fucking thanks would do the trick.”
“Thanks,” I huffed and shooed Jack away. “Turn around. Don’t look.”
“Seriously, Elle?” Jack put his hands down and tilted his head. “I’ve seen you fucking naked, and I plan on doing it again.”
“This,” I said, pointing at him and back at me, “won’t ever happen again.”
Jack pulled a fast one and tugged me into his embrace.
An arm wrapped around me, sealing me in close while a hand rested on the side of my face.
The pad of his thumb caressed my cheek while chestnut eyes locked on me and he wouldn’t turn away.
My breath hitched as he inched closer until he had me captured in his magnetizing orbit.
I couldn’t go anywhere, but I had no intention of escaping.
“Right,” Jack whispered against my lips. “This thing between us means nothing to me.”
“Me neither.” My mouth brushed his.
Jack searched my eyes. “Liar.”
We kissed with the tenderest strokes that brought tingles to the tips of my toes. It was a lingering taste of the sweet bliss that followed the passionate moments we had shared. I wanted more of Jack—until we grew tired of the fire burning between us and parted ways without a second thought.
“Am not,” I said breathlessly against his mouth.
I turned my head, and his lips trailed down my neck.
“Are too,” Jack mumbled.
My cell phone dinged with another text. I pushed away from Jack, and he groaned, unfulfilled. My rejection was for the best, but why did it feel so wrong?
“Go find the rest of my clothes, Jack,” I commanded.
“Fine.” Jack ran a hand through his hair. “I was about to do that anyway.”
Jack went in the opposite direction of me, and I lost his shirt.
I put my bra back on but missed the warmth he had given me.
My skin yearned for him to wrap around me and keep me as warm as a fireplace.
Everything would sizzle, crackle, and flicker with sparks he’d ignite.
The flames would burn uncontrollably until he put the fire out by poking me with his giant. ..
“Here’s the rest of them.” Jack held my clothes up in front of my face. “You okay?”
Crap. I had zoned out, daydreaming about my sexy neighbor. Again.
Not gonna happen anymore.
I smiled up at Jack. “Never better.”
I stood up and grabbed my panties. Hurriedly, I balanced my body weight while I got each leg in and pushed Jack’s face away. Only letting him go after he covered his hand over his face, and he swore he wouldn’t look, but I caught him peeking through his fingers. Damn jerk.
I smacked my hand off Jack’s chest.
“I got clarity,” I added with my back turned to him.
“You can thank my gigantic cock later,” Jack voiced with pride.
I glanced over my shoulder. “I’ve still had bigger.” I threw my dress over my head, the fabric hitting him in the face.
My head popped through the hole, and I was about to zip up my dress, but Jack beat me to it.
“I don’t believe you,” Jack whispered in my ear.
“Believe it, Timber.” I bent down to retrieve my cell phone, pushed away from Jack and rushed toward my boots.
I tugged on one boot and grabbed the other. My hand was already on the doorknob before my other boot was on, and I pushed the door open. The winter breeze hit me and made me realize I had forgotten my damn coat. Lost somewhere in the scurry of getting as far away from Timber as possible.
“Let me get my shirt, and I’ll—” I slammed the door shut.
I hopped on one foot out into the snow while I put my other boot on and didn’t bother zipping the clasp up.
Quickly, I walked over the property line and up my driveway until I saw Logan’s vehicle.
The car was running, and I smelled the gas fumes as I got closer.
I saw my ex peering down at his cell phone and typing into the small keyboard on his device.
His distraction allowed me to get closer until he must’ve heard the crunch of the snow.
Logan glanced up. “Elle? Where the hell have you been? You didn’t respond to my text.”
“I’m sorry.” I laughed nervously and ran my fingers through the tangles of my hair. “I was out for a morning stroll.”
Christ. I was a damn mess. I had foul breath, but Jack hadn’t spoken a word of it because he was too busy staring at my tits.
“Wearing that?” Logan asked, with wrinkles of concern creasing his forehead. “It’s freezing out here, beautiful. Where’s your coat?”
Shit! Damage control. Divert. Divert!
I glared at him. “You don’t get to call me beautiful, you goddamn—”
“Mommy!” I jumped and spun around toward Jack’s house to find Faith running toward me. “You went to Mr. Timber’s place without me?”
My cheeks were burning hot, and I kept my back to Logan. I hugged my daughter and wished for my ex to disappear, but he tapped my shoulder. Fuck.
I spun back around. “I had to make a stop at Mr. Timber’s house because Chip got out.”
“Who is Chip?” Logan questioned.
“Mr. Timber’s dog.” Faith smiled.
“Really?” Logan took one step toward me and tucked hair behind my ear. “Mommy’s pretty flushed for letting the neighbor’s pet in.”
Crap. Logan doesn’t believe me. He was always damn nosy. Maybe he should live next to me instead of Jack, but what a fucking nightmare that would be—pure hell on earth, resembling his touch that made me want to flee.
“I had to go after Chip...” I sidestepped away and pointed down the street. “He was running down the street.”
“Oh, my gosh, Mommy...” Faith covered her mouth in concern. “It’s a good thing you got to Chip in time. Mr. Timber loves him.”
“I bet he does, but I think I know what else Mr. Timber loves.” Logan roamed his eyes up and down my body.
No matter how much I tried to hide it, I blushed brighter. I bet I was as red as a tomato, and I hated how I couldn’t contain the affection I had for Jack. Especially since Logan was on to me.
“What?” Faith scrunched up her cute nose in curiosity as she stared up at her father and awaited an answer.
I placed my hands on my daughter’s back. “Faith. Why don’t you head inside, and Mommy will be right behind you?”
Logan stopped Faith. “No, sweetheart. You go wait in my car because Mommy will come with us.”
“Cool!” Faith sprinted for the driveway.
I heard the car door slam shut, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Logan’s displeased face. His upper lip twitched at the corners, and he clenched his fists at his sides. My ex was pissed, but I was too.
“How dare you insist I’m leaving anywhere with you?” I glared at Logan.
“You think I’m gonna leave you here with him?” Logan shot back and grabbed my wrist. “You’re coming with your family.”
“No.” I yanked my hand away. “I’m going to get my daughter.”
I stepped toward the car, but Logan blocked my way with flared nostrils. “No fucking way am I leaving you to fuck the old guy next door. You belong with me, Noelle.”
“That’s none of your goddamn business.” I sidestepped again, but he created a barrier with his body. “Get out of my way, Logan.”
“Christ! It’s true, isn’t it? You’re screwing him?” Logan ran his hands through his hair. “I fucking knew it.”
“No, Logan, it’s not—” He pressed his index finger against my lips.
“Save it. I know when you’ve fucking made love, sweetheart.” Logan put his hands on either side of my face. “You get flushed, get disheveled hair, and your lips swell, eager for a kiss.”
Logan planted his mouth on mine. His lips moved, but I didn’t reciprocate. Instead, I bit him.
“Ouch! Fuck! What the hell, Noelle?” Logan winced in pain.
My ex released me, and I slapped him in the face.
His eyes were full of shock at my sudden reaction to his ambush, and tears bit at my eyes.
My vision was blurry as I blinked several times and glanced toward the vehicle Faith was in, but she hadn’t seen.
No matter how much Logan deserved to be hit, his daughter didn’t deserve to see her parents fighting.
“How could you, Logan?” I glared and stepped back. “What is wrong with you?”
“Me? You bit me!” Logan pointed at himself and dabbed a finger against his injured lip.
Logan cursed.
“Keep your voice down,” I warned in a hiss.
“Why? So your lover doesn’t hear we kissed?” Logan shouted.
“You’re unbelievable.” I shoved at his chest. “I don’t have time for this.”
Logan blocked my way toward his vehicle for a third time, and I was about to lose all control. He had no right to keep me from my child. He had brought Faith home early, and this was my time, not his. We’d never be a family.
Suddenly, someone pushed Logan aside, and he was no longer an obstacle.
I spun around to find Jack holding a shocked Logan in a firm grip by his jacket collar.
His face was inches away while Logan fought him, but Jack was too strong.
My neighbor was far too massive compared to Logan’s small stature as Jack glared down at him, and he was seething.
“Keep your hands off her,” Jack hissed through clenched teeth.
“Let go of me, asshole. My daughter is in the car,” Logan whined.
The damn bastard used our daughter as a scapegoat. God, Logan infuriated me. I wiped the back of my hand against my mouth to get his bruising kiss off my lips.
“The father card doesn’t work with me. I know how to hurt a man and make the injury appear like an accident,” Jack said and pulled Logan closer. “Keep your hands off my girl.”