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Eleven
Jamie
Rick insisted on stopping for food, and despite me trying to protest, I wasn’t able to get a word out before my stomach rumbled at the mention of food. That was answer enough for Rick.
Now I’m sitting on the sofa in Rick’s lounge, shovelling Chinese takeout into my mouth like it’s my last meal, while Rick is off making a call. Coming back into the room, I see he’s carrying a couple of cans of coke and a bottle of pills.
Placing the cans down on the coffee table, he hands me the pills.
“Here, take a couple of these.”
I take the bottle, tipping two out into my hand, then reaching for my coke. I go back to eating as Rick takes a seat across from me. “How’s Max doing?” I don’t like the silence and figure if I’m the one asking the questions, I can avoid any topics I don’t want to talk about.
“He’s doing well. He hasn’t stopped talking about meeting the baby, and how he thinks he’s going to be a big brother.”
“That’s so cute.” I notice that the initial smile on Rick’s face drops a little. I’m just about to change the subject when I hear someone at the front door. Rick sheepishly, takes my empty plate and heads out of the room as the sound of footsteps echo down the hall.
“So, it looks like my intervention the other night has done us a favour. Even got asked if I wanted a—” His words stop as his eyes land on me. “Jamie?” Surprised doesn’t even cover the look on his face, but it quickly morphs into anger.
“Seb.” I get up to leave, not wanting to be here. The air in the room is stifling all of a sudden. I head for the same door Rick went through, but one step is all I get before Seb is in front of me, gripping my chin and tipping my face up to him. His eyes run across my face, taking in every detail. Fire licks my skin where his fingers grip me, tightening for a fraction of a second before he runs a thumb over my bottom lip.
“What happened?” The words are whispered, but his tone is lethal. It sends a shiver through me, and I have to squeeze my thighs together as my clit throbs at the burst of lust and desire he induces in me.
I push his hand from my face, stepping back and out of reach of his smell that seeps into me every time he’s near. And away from the pull I feel towards him that scares the ever-loving shit out of me.
“Nothing. It was just a little accident, nothing for you to worry about,” I tell him, my voice shaky and quiet. And of course, Rick takes this exact moment to walk back into the room. Innocence personified.
“Bullshit. She was mugged as she arrived for work.” He drops the information casually as though he was just passing observation on the damn weather. I pin my eyes on the bastard traitor. I don’t know what he thinks he’s doing, but this is not what I expected when he brought me here. I drop my head, closing my eyes as Rick continues. “The police have already interviewed her. Detective Williams, I believe.”
My head snaps up, looking at Rick. “How the fuck do you know that? I never told you that.”
I see Rick looking over my shoulder to where Seb is standing. Turning my head enough so I can see him, I watch his brows raise, and then his caramel eyes flash with gold flecks before turning a deeper shade, almost the colour of treacle. It’s mesmerising, and if I wasn’t so pissed at Rick for… quite a few bloody things right now, then no doubt this incessant need to jump Seb’s bones would in fact become a reality.
“What? What the hell is going on here?” I demand, looking between the two of them.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing.”
It’s like a fucking echo as they both speak at the same time. I shake my head at their feeble attempt to brush aside whatever the hell that look was all about.
“You know what? Fine. I don’t need or want this shit, so I’m out.” I shove past Seb, knocking my shoulder into his and storm from the room.
Their muted voices follow me as I make my way to the guest room Rick showed me on our tour when I arrived. Then quick paced footsteps come from behind me. The strangest feeling of needing to run forces its way through me, and as I spot the door up ahead, that’s what I do.
I reach the door, twisting the handle just as a body collides with mine, pinning me against the closed door.
“Don’t you know by now that I love the chase, Jamie.”
“You don’t fucking say. Shame you don’t know what to do with your prey once you finally catch it.”
His mouth moves closer to my ear, lips grazing the shell as he whispers, “You and I both know that’s not even close to being true. Isn’t that right, Firefly?” He pushes into me, grinding his hips. I suck in a harsh breath at the feel of his hard length against my arse. “Maybe you need a reminder of exactly how good I make you feel.”
I arch my back, pushing my arse further into his groin, and a moan leaves my lips that I have no control over at all.
This is what he does to me. I forget all sense, rhyme and reason. Everything I’ve ever done to protect myself, protect my heart, flies out the window. I feel like I’m lost at sea with this man. Adrift. Shipwrecked. Thrown over-board. I didn’t even get to walk the plank, just chucked in the deep end with no life jacket.
I force my brain to function. “And maybe, you need to mind your head on the way out.” The bite and the sarcasm I meant is totally lost when the words come out breathy.
