CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
JAYDEN
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A fucking Ferrari.
Of course, she’s dating a guy with a luxury vehicle and teeth brighter than the goddam moon. Where do people even get their teeth cleaned that white? The chemicals will probably dissolve them in ten years, and she’ll be married to some toothless dick with a car that costs an arm and a leg to fix.
I’m triggered.
Bite me.
When I saw her climb into his car earlier tonight, I followed. An hour into the meal, as I watched them from across the road, I saw Noah put his phone to his ear and my own ring.
“You going to stay over there all night.” He asked.
“Yup.”
“Okay. Just checking.”
I hung up.
Now I’ve parked my car and wandered over to the BHS guard after following them home. Noah is leaning against his SUV with a pair of sunglasses on.
“It’s night.”
“Thank you, Einstein.” Noah replies.
I shake my head. “Who is he?”
“Her date.”
“Clearly. But who is he?” I grind out.
“I’m not at liberty to say.” Noah smirks, and I wanted to punch him.
“Fine.” I grit my teeth as her date leans in, but Tiffany gives him her cheek. I shove my hands into my jacket pocket as a flicker of hope sparks.
“You finally here to do what’s right?” Noah asks.
“What are you, her father?”
“I mean, we’re friends. Does that count?” He chuckles.
“You are not friends with Steven Stallone.” I shake my head and watch Ferrari guy drive away, looking disappointed.
Did they have a fight? Are they dating seriously?
I know one thing; Noah isn’t going to help me and tell me what I need to know. They’ve all fallen under her spell and are protecting her.
From me, this time.
I let out a sigh. I’m furious she’s out dating after I was only inside her, filling her with cum, a week ago.
Whose fault is that?
Am I going to walk away or listen to what my father said? I let your mom decide. It’s why I’m here, despite the fact the divide between them was not nearly as wide as it is with Tiffany and me.
It’s not the same.
Yet I’m here, anyway.
If I’m going to lose her, it can be her choice.
“Do me a favor. If you see me get kicked out on my ass, don’t video it,” I say.
Noah drops his head and kind of nods.
“Go get her, Jay,” he says, tilting his head to look at me and slapping me on the back.
I run across the road, punch in the gate code, then jog to her front door.
Because I’m still angry that she let that guy put his hand on her, I find myself banging down her door.
“Tiffany!”
It takes five long seconds for her to pull open the door, but when she does, I can’t breathe for a second.
Fuck, I’ve missed her.
She’s so damn beautiful.
We stare at one another for a long time, emotions thick as mud holding both of us back from speaking.
“If this is a booty call, you can forget it,” Tiffany finally says and starts to shut the door.
I put my boot in the way.
Her eyes lift.
“That’s not why I’m here.”
Her eyes dart out across the way. “Did Noah tell you I was on a date?”
She looks betrayed.
“No. He wouldn’t tell me anything about him.” I frown and she smiles, but I’m irritated that she’s admitted to being on a date. So, because I’m a dick, I add, “I don’t know why I’m here. Captain America is more your type of guy.”
“Who is Captain America?” She narrows her eyes.
I glance over my shoulder. “Ferrari guy.”
“Is that why you deserted me, Jayden? Because you’ve decided what kind of guy I should date?”
Ouch.
Starting to think Dad is right?
Her eyes lower, taking in my low-hung jeans and the fitted T-shirt that hugs my abs.
I see her hunger.
I step closer. “Let’s talk, princess. Let me in.”
“I shouldn’t.” Tiffany shakes her head, but steps aside, and I walk in and shut the door behind us.
“Jay—”
I don’t plan it, but I turn, cup her face tightly, and just before I do anything more, a question slips out. “Have you slept with him?”
Tiffany’s mouth falls open as she shoves at my chest. “No.”
“Good,” I reply, then I slam my mouth down on hers.
I feel her resistance, but it melts as our kiss deepens. Her whimper has me lifting my lips from hers and staring down into her gorgeous eyes.
Her nipples are hard against my chest, her chest heaving.
“I’m angry with you.”
“I know,” I rasp.
“Don’t do this and leave again,” she begs, hurt sparkling in her globes.
“Well, that’s up to you, princess. I want you, but I know I’m not good enough.”
She sighs, her eyes dipping.
I tip her chin up with my fingers.
“No, don’t look away. If it’s true, tell me now and I will walk away. But if you want me, I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy until you cry out my name, and if you do, no other man’s name will ever touch your lips.”
Her lips part.
Then she swallows and puts a hand on my chest. “You think I don’t want you because of our financial differences.”
It’s embarrassing to admit.
I nod.
“You hurt me and left me because of your ego.” Tears sparkle in her eyes.
“It’s not that simple.”
“Then make it simple because I had a gun to my head. You were the only person who made me feel safe, and you deserted me, Jay. I needed you.”
“You needed me to put a bullet in their head. I did that,” I growl.
“I needed your arms around me. That’s what I needed. Don’t you understand? I don’t need your money or my father’s. I’m spent my life proving that. I just wanted you by my side.”
Fuck.
Her face scrunches, and I catch her just as the tears fall. “Tiff, fuck, princess.”
She slams her fist into my chest. “You left me!”
“I’m sorry.”
I hold her so tight there’s a possibility she might not be in one piece when I let go. I hold her so she knows I won’t let go ever again. Because I’m not letting go.
Not ever.
I sweep her up into my arms and carry her upstairs to her bedroom while her face nestles into my neck.
I place her on the bed and lie down next to her, pulling her back into my arms.
“Then it’s settled,” I say, and she lifts her face.
“What is?”
“You belong to me. Forever.”
“Is that right?” She wipes her eyes. “Or are you just wanting to get into my pants?”
“More than my next breath.” I smirk and brush the long, dark strands off her forehead.
“Will this work?” she asks after we smile at one another like idiots.
“I don’t know. But I’m willing to try. You?”
Tiffany nods. “I’ve always just wanted you, Jay. That’s all I need. All I want.”
Thank God I’m employed. This would’ve gone a whole lot differently if I’d lost my job. The rest I need to deal with, as Tiffany said; a lot of it is ego.
We have a lot more to talk about, but as I lower my mouth when I see the arousal in her eyes, she opens to me eagerly. Her body slides under me when I lift up on one arm and cover her.
After a little shuffling to get our clothes off, I slide her thighs open and groan.
“Fucking hell.” I lean in and lick her pussy, tasting her juices.
Heaven.
“Jay!” she cries, and I keep going, licking and lapping, sucking her clit as she tugs on my blond hair.
I reach for one of her breasts and pinch her nipple, feeling her shudder under me and moan again.
“You going to come for me, so I can drink your orgasm before fucking this pussy.”
“Oh, shit.” She lifts her hips, pushing her sex into my face.
“That’a girl, take what you need.”
“Jay, god,” Tiffany moans, clenching my fingers as I thrust them inside her. “More.”
I intensify my thrusts, sucking harder on her clit, and the moment her orgasm arrives, I feel every bit of it.
Running my tongue through her juices, I groan out my pleasure. “God, you taste incredible.”
“Holy hell, we are doing that again.”
I chuckle, then climb over her. “A thousand times, princess. As many times a day as you want.”
As she gazes up at me, already sated, her lips swollen pink, I slide my cock inside her.
This time it’s slow.
We both moan as she clutches my biceps.
I continue going slow, savoring every inch of her.
“Tell me you’re mine.” I moan into her ear. “Say you belong to me, Tiffany Stallone.”
“I’m yours.”
Thrusting harder, I feel my dick swelling.
“Are you mine?”
“Oh, baby, can’t you feel it? Every inch of me belongs to you. From the moment you opened the door.”