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“You’re not taking this asshole’s jewels so he can claim fraudulent monies, but it would be rude to leave him without any parting gift.”
My knees feel like jelly from Jude’s touch. I am so worked up, and my tight bud is so sensitive that when he runs his fingers over the seam of my pussy, I lean into him, gasping.
I can’t do anything but look on as Jude wipes his fingers clean on the fancy cushion.
“You never have to do something like this again. Do you understand me? Ever.” Jude palms my face and brushes a warm, gentle kiss over my lips. The kind that has our tongues tangling. The tangy-sweet taste of my pussy juices burst across my tongue.
“Wealthy people have their jewels ‘stolen’ so they can collect the insurance money. It’s a classic scam,” Jude finishes when he breaks our kiss.
“He threatened me and Lila. I didn’t want my past hurting anyone so I agreed. I’m sorry.” All of a sudden I’m finding my voice.
He considers me for a minute, and I can feel his power permeate the air around us. He might be a rocker, but the man before me is more than someone with a good set of vocal pipes. So much more. I might have a colorful past, but something tells me so does he.
“Come on. We’re going home.”
I follow him out the door, making sure my dress is covering my ass as he pulls me briskly alongside him. As we pass through the empty living room, Jude takes my purse and removes the velvet bag holding the jewel. He hands the purse back to me.
“Did you touch the jewel at any time? Anything your fingerprints could be found on?”
“No, you walked in before I got the chance.”
He drops the velvet bag down a massive planter holding a large fake palm tree, flashing me a dark look.
Then we exit by the front door, bypassing the party still going strong poolside.
My mind reels with the sudden change of events. How does Jude know all this about the smuggling biz? I need more than him to spread me out in his bed and take away the ache. I need some answers of my own.
Chapter Five
Jude
The drive back to the house is tense, to put it mildly. I am seething with the idea of some fucker threatening Peyton and Lila. Why did she not trust me enough to come to me? I thought after last night, we established she could always trust me. Then again, I was pretty damn straightforward in telling her our fling would only last the weekend. How could anyone trust someone who didn’t want more than a quick fuck? That’s on me, I guess.
Peyton reaches out her hand toward my thigh.
“Don’t touch me because if you do, I’m going to pull over and fuck you by the side of the road. It’s taking all my willpower to keep driving.”
“I’d be up for that,” she offers, but I hear the nervous quiver in her voice. She’s never seen me mad before and it scares her.
I slip her hand into mine and bring hers to my lips, placing a reassuring kiss across the back. “Of course you would. You know how much I love your sweet pussy. No, Peyton. You might have given me some answers about tonight, but there’s more we need to discuss. You and me. For that, sweetheart, we are going to be dressed, sober, and sitting far apart from each other.”
“I understand.” She takes her hand back to wrap her arms around her middle, pushing her breasts up to near spilling out of her dress.
I will exercise control. All I have to do is get back to the house. Then Peyton and I will have a very long, drawn-out discussion about how she can even think of putting herself in jeopardy like she did tonight. And once I feel she understands the gravity of her mistake, I’ll be free to show her I have no intention of letting her go.
And this fuckhead Conner better already be in a hole, because if he ever sticks his head out and comes sniffing around Peyton again, I willburyhis scuzzy ass. If he makes the mistake of thinking I am some cream puff artist, he will die for his troubles. I have no problem with getting in touch with my pre-Crushprofessional talents. There are a lot of darker roots to these islands than the tourists see. I don’t want to, but if I have to go back into that life to protect those I love so fucking be it.
My thoughts are as black as the scenery when we turn off the main road and start up my driveway. Given I am so distracted, I fail to notice my house is lit up like a fucking Christmas tree in July until I pull us up to the front door.
The slab of polished wood burst open and a girl in pigtails bounds out. “Daddy! Daddy! I’m home.” Lila waves from the doorstep before Oliver scoops her up.
Lila may be thrilled by our arrival, but Oliver’s face is pulled into a frown.
Peyton’s eyes are wide as she looks to me and then back at her brother. “What is my brother doing here? Did you call him?” Peyton peers at the scene before us and I can sense perceived betrayal in her stiff shoulders.
My evening just got a lot worse.
“Daddy! Peyton!” Lila runs over to me as I open the passenger door for Peyton. “I’m back!”
