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Finally,finallyshe pants out, “I’m close. I’m so fucking close, Ezra. Are you? Will you come with me?”
Thank god.Thank fucking god, I’m in pain here from holding off my release, from needing to do this with her.
“Nothing could fucking stop me, Ro. Nothing.”
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes! Ezra!” She comes in my ear. My orgasm slams into me with her cries. Hot jets of thick white cum shoot out of my cock, coating my belly and my hand. I think I might say her name, but can’t be sure.
I’ve never come that hard from jerking off before.Ever.
After a moment, Rosalind giggles and, inexplicably, my dick hardens halfway. What the fuck?
“Well,” she says, still breathless. “That was an excellent procrastination technique. Thank you, Ezra.”
A surprised laugh bursts out of me. “Anytime, Ro. Any fucking time.”
Chapter 2
“I can’t believe you’re going to be gone this whole summer,” my mother’s voice cuts through the air, making me wince.
I glance over at her, pulling my gaze away from the view of the Puget Sound. I’d been drinking it in, soaking it up so that I can remember it when I’m not here anymore. Which is going to be far sooner than I’d care to admit.
“Don’t act like you aren’t thrilled you’ll be by yourself, mom,” I try to keep the bitterness from my voice, but am not sure I succeed. “I know you like having your freedom. With Desi staying in Scotland over the summer with Sam and me taking this internship, you’ll be able to continue on as normal.”
That’s right. I told my mom I took an internship for the summer. There was no way in hell I was going to tell her what I’m really doing. She wouldn’t believe me even if I did.
Her mouth curls into an almost sneer, but she can’t deny the truth of my words. She loves being alone now, not having either of her children to hold her back. I know taking care of us was a lot after my father was incarcerated for stabbing me and killing our next door neighbor. I know that my hospital bills and near constant health problems took a toll on her. And I don’t begrudge her freedom. She deserves to have some now that Desi and I can take care of ourselves.
I just wish she wasn’t such a bitch about it.
If it made sense I would get my own apartment or something, but with being in school on a remote island for most of the year, that doesn’t make sense. Not in the slightest bit.
My mother opens her mouth and I’m sure she’s about to spout some self-righteous bullshit, but she cuts off when a tall body in a charcoal gray suit stops next to our table. The glare she turns on him would melt a lesser man, but not this one.
I don’t have to look to know who this is.
“Sweeney,” Fielder murmurs, in that controlled icy voice of his.
“Harris.” I blink up at him as my mother’s mouth snaps shut. She glances from me to him, taking in his fitted clothes that no doubt cost more than my entire wardrobe and then a coy little smile plays over her lips.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” I grind out. They’d told me they would be close, keeping an eye on me to make sure I’m safe, even with the countless protection spells coating me. But I hadn’t realized that meant he’d be joining us.
One perfect dark blond brow arches. “Really? I thought you knew I’d be joining you. I said as much.” And then he pulls out the chair next to me and takes a seat, offering a winning smile to my mother. “Fielder Harris.”
I force my face into some semblance of normalcy while I sigh and make introductions. “Mom, Fielder Harris. Fielder, my mother Ms. Felicity Sweeney. Fielder just graduated from SSU.”
“Your father isn’t Robert Harris, is he?”The billionaireis left off, but we all know it's a part of the question.
Fielder nods and slides his palm onto my thigh, squeezing gently. “He is, yes.”
My mother practically coos at him. I wonder if she would be so happy to meet him if she knew that he found out about my father, that he used that knowledge against me to get me to drop out of school. I wonder if she would care if she knew how freaking manipulative he can be. How he’s trying to get me to become a part of a dangerous coven that wants me dead.
Who am I kidding she wouldn’t give a shit. Not so long as she has dollar signs dancing in her eyes.
And all of that is behind us for the time being, even if I haven’t fully forgiven him.
“Shame on you, Rosalind, for not telling me you’ve made such an important friend.”
I nearly choke on the sip of water I’ve just sucked into my mouth, and Fielder rubs soothing circles between my shoulder blades, while he grins at my mother. “Oh, Rosalind and I are more than friends, Ms. Sweeney.”
