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“I can pick you up and carry you to the car,” he hisses in a low voice against my ear as he spins me around and points me to the car, “or you can walk there yourself. The choice is yours.”
Dick. I roll my eyes and walk the few steps to the car, cross in front and stop on the passenger side so I can watch what happens between Jake and Rowan, expecting them to come to some kind of compromise.
Jake turns around to face my brother and, without a word, swings his right fist into the side of Row’s face, knocking him off balance.
“Jake!”
“Get in the car and get your fucking seatbelt on,” he barks back at me without looking at me. “You need to watch the way you speak to that woman, my woman. I’m not afraid of you.” Jacob throws another punch at Row, hitting him in the same place and sending him to the ground.
I’m in the car with my seatbelt on before Jake gets into the driver’s seat, and he keeps his voice calm despite the jitters I can see moving through his muscles. “I think it’s time for a vacation.”
Chapter Nine
Jacob
Our impromptu vacation solved a few problems immediately, and it was kind of the only option to kill so many birds with just one stone. Brittany needed to be separated from Rowan immediately, to give them both a chance to grow independently, instead of whatever that weird co-dependent shit was they had going on.
And I needed to get the fuck out of Dodge until he calmed down. I knew with absolute certainty that that man was going to wake up ready to kill me, and as my adrenaline levels dropped, it became clearer that if he wanted me dead, he would have the necessary equipment and support behind him to make that happen.
It was time for Brittany to get to see other parts of the US. I never realized how strong her desire to travel was until I heard her brother mention it. She had never really been out of Albuquerque until last week when we left. We haven’t had time to truly explore most places, but I told Brittany it would be like a buffet of vacations. The next time we take off, she can pick one climate she wants to be in and we’ll spend a week or two there.
We’ve driven through and made brief stops in snowy places, and farm areas where human civilization is hard to find and flat, monochrome ground stretches for miles. We grabbed a brochure from the base of a mountain, and made it as far as the beaches on the west coast. Today, we’re up north taking a hike through a tall forest with mossy, green ground so thick that our footsteps have become silent.
The humidity and the jiggling of her ass as she walks ahead of me are working together to send me to an early grave. My eyes keep scanning the area around us for a place to stop and bend her over a rock or push her against a tree. I’m not picky- I just need to feel this gorgeous woman coming for me.
“Bubbles, look over there.” I point to the right where there’s a small cave with a large rock in front that blocks most of the entrance. It’s the perfect place to hide.
“Ohh, so pretty.” She reaches into the bag at her hip for her phone to take yet another picture. She’s photographed everything we’ve seen- including every rising and setting of the sun. It’s adorable. She wants to make sure the memories of this trip stay with her forever. It’s the fucking cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Let’s get closer.” I have an agenda, and I’m not ashamed. “You can take pictures of the inside of the cave.”
“What if there’s something in there?” she whispers, so as not to wake the creature she’s decided is sleeping inside a cave we’re twenty feet away from.
“Like a bear?” I whisper back, teasing her. “Then you’ll get a good picture of a bear! I’ll go first, to keep you safe.”
“My knight in shining armor,” she mutters sarcastically, and then she struts those thunder thighs that make my mouth water right past me and toward the mouth of the cave. She braces her hand at the top of the entrance and bends down to peek inside.
“Damn, baby.” My hands sneak under the skirt I complained about this morning. Who wears a skirt to go hiking? My girl. Now I’m grateful for the easy access to her ass. The leggings underneath might protect her from mosquitos, but they won’t keep me out. My hand slips between her thighs, rubbing along the moisture that’s already gathering at the middle seam. “You know what I want, don’t you?”
Her breath shakes, but she doesn’t move to fight back. “We’re outside. Anyone could see us,” she reminds me calmly.
