9. Lance
Lance
I ’ve never seen a woman pout as pretty as Jenny does. Her full lower lip pushes out and she’s nibbling on it while we wait for our food at the little breakfast bar I picked to try this morning.
I would have gone to my usual place but I think it might be best to mix things up until I figure out where the asshole ex is.
I know it’s him. Guys like him just can’t let women go. Even if they’re the ones that kicked them to the curb. There’s always something else they want.
In this case, I think the fucker thinks that he deserves Jenny’s work. It’s crazy but the fucker is probably out of his mind, thinking that Jenny’s slipped out of his control.
He doesn’t like that.
I don’t particularly like the fact that he’s threatening her. That makes me want to kill him.
As a firefighter my job was saving people. But I could cheerfully end this fucker to save my girl.
And she is mine.
I can still taste her on my tongue. My whole body is aching with the need to fuck her.
But I couldn’t. Not yet.
Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.
I study her, picking at her food and grin. “Are you gonna eat that omelet or just pick at it?”
She huffs and pushes it away. “I’m not hungry,” she snaps.
All of a sudden my little ray of sunshine is a little testy and I know exactly why. She needs me as much as I need her.
She’s turned on and her little wriggles in her seat give her away. That’s good because my fucking hard-on is killing me. I want to bury my aching length inside her wet little pussy more than I want to breathe.
But not yet. I want her to beg me. I want her so hungry for me that she can’t stand it.
Her eyes drift left and she’s staring over my shoulder, her brows scrunched. I glance behind me. “What are you looking at?”
“I thought I saw Brandon.”
My head whips around and I stand up quickly, searching the little restaurant warily, angrily.
Her hand reaches out and tugs at my hand. “What are you doing?” She hisses.
“I knew that fucker was here.”
“What?” Her squeak has me turning around quickly. “Why would Brandon be here?”
“Because he’s a nut. He’s a user. Those kinds of guys don’t give up anything willingly or easily. He’s trying to claim your work.”
“Why? I haven’t seen him in forever.”
“Has your publisher announced the date for your book?”
“Yeah.”
“And it’s common knowledge that you haven’t turned it in yet.”
“Maybe. I mean his publisher knows my publisher so he might know.”
Snorting, I reach down and caress her narrow jaw. “He knows. Trust me. He knows and he knows why you’re here.”
“My editor knows. She and some friends suggested a vacation might help my writing.”
“Yeah, he knows. What an asshole.”
“Why would he do that? He’s the one that broke things off.”
“Because he can’t resist trying to get something else that he thinks he deserves out of you.”
“Why would he think he deserves anything?”
“Because he put in the time while you were writing. He thinks he’s entitled to something back for that.”
“I worked myself. He didn’t pay for anything for me.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“That’s crazy!”
“Yeah, it is. Doesn’t mean I’m not right. Especially if you saw the fucker.”
She nods her head slowly, her eyes unfocused. “I think it was him.”
“You know it was him.”
I sit down and pick up my coffee. “Eat your breakfast.”
She shoves her plate back. “I’m not hungry.”
“Eat or I won’t eat your pussy again later,” I mutter to her.
She flushes to the roots of her hair but pulls the plate back and forks up a piece of omelet. “I’m only eating because it makes sense,” she mutters.
I chuckle. “I’m sure.”
After we finish breakfast, we walk back to my room and I check around the outside. Apparently the idiot hasn’t figured out where she’s hiding yet. There’s nothing out here.
I open the door and lay my hand on the small of her back, my cock jerking. I can feel the heat off her body right through the thin fabric of her pale blue sundress. I’m aching with the need for her and she turns around, her fingers clenched together, her eyes almost eating me up.
“Why didn’t you…?”
“Why didn’t I fuck you this morning, baby girl?” Her jaw drops and the image pops into my head of all the things I could do with that mouth and I curse under my breath.
I don’t remember ever being such a dirty fucker but she brings it out in me. She drives me crazy. She barely comes up to the middle of my chest and yet she brings me to my knees with just a look, a whimper, a sigh.
“Yeah,” she whispers, her face so flushed it’s almost red.
I stalk up to her and gently settle her chin in my hand, lifting it until I’m looking her square in her soft green eyes.
Her full mouth parts and my dick jerks again.
“I intend to fuck you sooner rather than later, Jenny. All you have to do is ask. I want you to understand what’s going on here though.
This isn’t some vacation fling for me. I’m too old for that shit and I don’t give a damn about getting my rocks off.
I’ve got a hand and I know what to do with it. ”
Her tongue glides along her lips and leaves a wet track that my thumb follows. I push my thumb inside her mouth and it’s so hot that I groan silently. She sucks urgently at my skin and then scrapes it with her teeth.
“Oh fuck! What the hell are you doing to me, woman?” I pull my thumb out and trace her lips again, pushing gently on the full curve of her lower lip, her hot breath killing me.
Satisfaction flares in her soft green eyes and she smirks. “Making sure you understand.”
“Understand what?”
“That the more you torture me, the more I’m gonna torture you right back.”
Grinning, I tap her cheek and pull my thumb back. “You’re awfully sassy today, Jenny.”
“She turns away and glances back over her shoulder. “Maybe. What do you think you should do about that?”
“Little girls who get too sassy get a spanking on a bare ass.”
Her cheeks flush red but she doesn’t break our gazes. “That sounds…interesting.”
Ohhh. She’s fucking perfect. I can’t believe that this woman wants me but I see it. I feel it.
Almost as much as I want her.
“Go work for awhile. I’m gonna see what I can find out about this guy, Brandon.”
She rolls her eyes and sashays off but there’s an extra little swing in her hips and I have a feeling that that’s all for me.
Whistling, I walk out of the bungalow and pull the door closed behind me.
My smile fades. Now to find this fucker and deal with him.