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After reaching for my phone, I shoot a quick message to Kandy.
All is well. Purchase price ten mil. Give you all the deets later. Love you. Wish me luck.
That should make her eyes roll back. I don’t wait for a reply. Instead I turn the phone over and lean back until the bubbles tickle my chin. I could get used to all the silence out here. I can’t remember the last time I could hear my thoughts without my mother interjecting orthemcutting into them.
And just like that Seth, Jacob and Lucian crash into my brain and when I close my eyes, all I see are their dark, piercing eyes staring at me as I walk away. How long has it been since I felt their touch? On that thought, since I had anyone touch me? Too long. Tonight that changes.
Sorrow and pain. Loss. They all follow me, weigh me down, but I have to shed those feelings if I want to go through with my little adventure. I can’t have them. Plain and simple. Desperation claws at me. I can feel the tugs of need to go to them linger in my mind and heart. It’s uncontrollable, leaving a cold inside me nothing can touch. Which didn’t seem right. How can I be cold sitting in the hottest bath I’ve ever taken? So frustrating. I don’t understand any of it and wish I could just scream out my fears.
I sigh heavily. What if I can’t do this? What if I see the men who bought me for the weekend and I freak? What if they remind me of all that I have lost and I break down?
“Shit.” I slap at the water. I drop my head into my hands. “I’m a special kind of screwed up in the head.”
“Hello, sweet thing. Such language from such a pretty mouth.”
My back stiffens at the sound of a familiar, deep voice smooth as rich molasses over marble. I shiver at the sound all the while freaking the hell out.
I scramble to my feet so fast water sloshes over the rim of the tub, taking half the bubbles from my bath with it.
More bubbles run down my body, and I know I’m making a mess but I can’t believe I’m seeing the ghost standing in front of me.
“Jacob?” I lick my bottom lip, struggling for more words.
I catch the reflection of dark eyes in the mirror. I’m caught in a captive dark gray gaze. “It can’t be.”
But it is.
When they land on mine, my heart can’t take the sudden jolt of adrenaline pumped into it and lurches like a whale out of water.
I must have slipped and hit my head. I’m probably drowning right now in a bubble bath that smells like a dream come true.
I blink. My ghost is dressed in a tuxedo, looks like a million bucks down to his polished leather shoes, and God help me, he smells so damn delicious I can’t help but trip back to the evening he and his best friends saved me. And what followed after.
Be strong, Justice. Don’t run to him. Don’t act pathetic and throw yourself into his arms.Chills run the length of my back and arms. I step from the tub slowly.
Suddenly I’m cold and hot at the same time.
“Jacob?” I try again, breathless, and it’s then I realize I’m trembling all over. I shake my head but he’s still standing there. That crooked smile of his pinned in place. His heavy mass leaned against the door frame.
“Yes, sweetness. It’s me.”
I’m across the bathroom, water everywhere, and in his arms before I can convince myself ghosts aren’t real and I should run in the opposite direction.
Nine
Jacob
Fuck. She’s become even more beautiful in the time we’ve been apart. Her hair is gathered along her nape in some kind of twisty design, making her queen-like neck look even more kissable. Her full, beautiful breasts rise and fall with heavy breathing and the tight, pink tips of her breasts peek out from bubbles clinging to her in just the right places to have a grown man crying.
A siren. Our siren. She left us broken and lost, and yet here we are. Back for more.
My cock throbs at the memory of her touch. Finally, she’s in my arms but still not ours yet, so I find myself standing with one foot in hell and the other in heaven.
Two strides and I’m across the master bath. Crazy woman is soaking wet. One slip and our weekend alone with our beautiful, elusive siren will turn into a nightmare. I scoop Justice into my arms and pin her legs around my waist with not a care in the world about all the water soaking through my tuxedo pants, only that I finally have her close. Her body heat serves as a balm. Every constricted muscle in my body that has been tense for three years and some change eases, allowing me to breathe.
Her delicious weight settles against me, and I tighten my arms. She’s lost weight in some areas and filled out in others. Her scent burrows into my brain and for the first time in so many years, I can relax again.
“Justice, baby, it’s okay. Breathe. You’re okay.” I cup the back of her head and tuck her in close.
