Page 15 of Claiming Jessica


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Good. Serves me right for not finding my pussycat sooner.

And part of me knows I will not grant myself release until Jessica is free of her ex. I need Michael gone, and if my balls are aching, I’ll be able to take out my rage on him. Michael deserves it for scaring her bad enough to put an extra lock on the door.

My baby’s final orgasm belts out of her in a hoarse holler. Then her eyes roll back as she collapses in a spent puddle of limbs.

“Shit,” I whisper as my fingers slide from her pussy. I kiss her unmoving lips and realize that I accidentally made my pussycat black out.

While I didn’t intend for that to happen, it’s an added bonus.

After I wash my hands and dry my face, I know I have to handle her ex before she wakes. I take a peek at her wallet, gathering all the information I need to do what must be done next.

The clock is ticking, so I ignore the tent in my pants and scribble Jessica a note. I tuck her in, so she doesn’t get chilly while I’m gone. I kiss her forehead while she sleeps, and offer her a whispered promise to which I will not hesitate to hold myself accountable. “Your life will be better by the time you open your eyes, pussycat. Give me one day, and you’ll be amazed at how free you can be with me.”

My balls ache as if they’ve been used as speedbags, but I walk away from her, knowing as I leave her apartment with her phone in my hand that I will not rest until Jessica is mine alone.

8

Ishould handle this myself, but when Giovanni reported my strange behavior to Domani, my twin insisted he come with me, even though he has no idea where we’re going or why. After a cab ride home, Domani insisted he join me on my way to end Jessica’s worry.

My confession spills out to my twin piece by piece. While I know I should be ashamed of my utter surrender to Jessica, I can’t bring myself to regret getting lost in those blue eyes.

“You’re telling me that you disappeared tonight because you were off having sex with a librarian?”

I shake my head, even though he’s half right. “We didn’t have sex. It was about her tonight.”

Dom’s expression remains stoic, but I can tell he doesn’t understand what I mean. He’s not the type to be swayed by an errant pussy. He’s our monk of a brother, which isn’t something we question him on.

But tonight, I can tell that my stoic twin is brimming with questions he doesn’t want to ask me.

Mainly, am I violating Rule Number Three: No girlfriends.

Since Domani is in the passenger’s seat on the way out of state with me, I’m guessing I owe him a little of the truth. We don’t keep secrets, but this one is a doosie that I know will rock his black and white mindset.

Domani stares out his window. “Well, after we do this, then fuck her and get her out of your system.”

I can still taste her on my lips, which is exactly where I want her. “I’ve never stepped a toe out of line, Dom. You know I respect the rules our father laid down for us.” I shake my head, knowing I’m going to botch this explanation.

Domani doesn’t understand emotions. He doesn’t care about feelings. He cares about the family, about the job. Everything else is irrelevant to him, so I know my reasons aren’t going to land well. I have to explain what my love for this woman is, and why it’s hit me harder than a goddamn freight train.

“Domani, I…” But I can’t find the clinical words I know he needs to be able to understand what’s come over me.

My twin finds the explanation that is just out of reach. “You’re finally stepping a toe out of line?”

I nod, swallowing hard as I grip the steering wheel. “And I need you to not hate me for it. This is what I want, Dom. I can’t explain it, but I need her. I wouldn’t be breaking the rules if I saw any other option.” When my brother doesn’t protest, I push further into the muck. “I’m moving Jessica into the mansion in the morning.”

His head whips toward me, studying me in the moonlight that filters through the vented window. “You can’t do that. No woman has ever lived in the mansion. Not since Mom died.”

I nod, knowing that Domani doesn’t handle change well, or at all. “I realize that. And if there were any chance that I could be apart from her, I would take it. But she’s it for me. I need to move Jessica into the mansion so we can be together. I need to keep her close. She should have the protection of the family.”

Domani studies my confusing words, as if hoping I will finally say something that makes sense to him. “I don’t get it. Is she in danger? Is she somehow valuable to the family?”

“She won’t be in danger after tonight. But you know how the Torros get. If they sense a weakness in me, they’ll pounce.”

Domani frowns. “She’s your weakness?”

I nod slowly.

“Then I will handle her.”

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