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My stomach dropped at that piece of information, making me feel ill. I didn’t want to think about Tor’s past. Of course he’d seen others before— Wait, no he didn’t. Tor didn’t date. He’d told me that from the very beginning. Not to mention this woman didn’t even have the right guy. So what the hell was the matter with me that I was sitting here listening to this when I knew Tor better than anyone?
I’d opened my mouth to tell her she needed to go away, when the bells on the café door chimed and she straightened to her full height, her eyes widening until they were almost as round as the plates on the table.
“Lee Wood, my brother…look him up. You look just like him. And don’t tell Tom you saw me. Just…please,” she said, and before I could say anything, she dashed past me, heading in the opposite direction to Tor.
I twisted in my seat, one hand on the back of the booth and one on the table, as I craned my head around to see if I could spot her, but it was as if she’d vanished into thin air, because she was gone.
“I told you to go ahead and finish while I took the call,” I said as I slid into the booth opposite Jesse and looked at his half-eaten salad.
“Oh,” he said as he shifted in his seat, his eyes darting around the café before landing back on mine. “I, uhh, decided to wait for you.”
I scanned the crowded tables and booths of the little shop, and when I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, I returned my focus to the man across from me. When I’d left Jesse to take the call, he’d been smiling and happy, close to jumping on his chair with excitement over the upcoming trip. But now he was preoccupied and looked worried—and I wanted to know why.
“Is everything okay?” I asked as I took my napkin from the table and draped it across my lap, and Jesse picked up his fork and nodded.
“Yes.”
I didn’t believe him for a second. I knew Jesse’s body language better than he did, and right now, he was agitated. His eyes were lowered to the plate in front of him so he wouldn’t have to meet mine.
“Jesse?” I said in a tone he knew better than to disobey, and as I’d known he would, Jesse raised his head. “What’s wrong? Did something happen while I was outside?”
“No, I— Sorry. I’m fine, I promise,” he said, and blew out a breath. He flashed a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I just got a call about Pretty Baby, that’s all. It’s going to take a little longer than they thought to fix her, which means more money. Ugh. But I’ll work it out.”
I narrowed my eyes, not believing him for a second. But when Jesse held my stare, I let it go. As long as no one had bothered him, and he was okay, I would let him have whatever little secret it was he had until he was ready to talk. “Are you sure that’s all?”
He nodded and reached across the table to take my hand. “Yes. I promise everything is fine. I was just caught off guard, that’s all. Will you tell me more about New York?”
I turned my hand over on the table and wrapped my fingers around his, brushing the pad of my thumb over the red welt on his wrist, remembering how he’d struggled so magnificently under me last night.
“I will, if that’s what you’d like.” Jesse nodded eagerly, and I released my hold. “Okay then, but eat up. You need three square meals a day to keep healthy and strong, and I believe you will need the energy later.”
“Yes, Wolfe,” Jesse teased, using the name he had become very good at shouting whenever an orgasm slammed into him, and then he grinned at me and made a show of spearing his fork into the salad before shoveling a generous helping into his mouth, making me chuckle.
“Be careful, little lamb. I told you once before that look of yours invites trouble.”
After Jesse swallowed, he licked his lips, and whatever had been bothering him earlier seemed to vanish. “In that case, I’ll just have to keep on looking.”
As my cock stiffened, I vowed right there in the middle of the busy café that later tonight I’d have to teach Jesse what happened to someone who liked to keep secrets from me, and it would leave more than an angry welt on his arm. If it was done right, it would forever imprint on his soul.
25
“You like it when I do that. Don’t you?”
Tor’s raspy voice sent a thrill straight to my balls as his mouth brushed kisses along my jaw and his thumbs stroked up and down the sides of my neck. We’d just entered his condo after lunch, and before I’d even taken two steps, he’d backed me up to the closest wall and crushed his mouth down over mine.
