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“Because of how he’s been all day. And then you texted and he asked who it was… I’m not saying he’s not entitled to ask. But I’m here away from every single person in my life in a high intense situation. It could have been my parents or Chloe or my brother and the way he asked made it seem like I was doing something shady. And maybe part of my anger is that he can see through all of this. That he knows me so well and that’s frustrating the hell out of me because he’s not giving me the benefit of the doubt at all even though I don’t fucking deserve it.”
“The more I think about it, I would prefer you told him while I was in the same state. He’s a little too… intense about you?”
I blink at him. “Intense? I think he’s just insecure, JP and I didn’t know that until now. I mean, there were signs but… this is on another level.”
I can sense the worry coming off him and I’m wondering what he means byintense.“And you’re sure he doesn’t know about our past? No off-handed comment you could have made that would have allowed him to connect the dots when you mentioned I was home and then left with me?”
I try to remember if there’s ever been a time I mentioned Jacob or even alluded to it being someone that my parents wouldn’t approve of or something I had to hide. He eventually learned I was in a relationship before I met him but I never gave many details and I wasn’t someone who spilled my guts when I was drunk to anyone but Chloe or Mason. I had trained myself not to let myself think about JP and by the time Parker came around, I wasn’t drunk crying over him even to Chloe so there’s no chance he would have even overheard.
Unless he went through my text messages?
I had deleted my texts with Jacob right before I met Parker because I was still looking through them an unhealthy amount. Looking at what we were. Thinking about what we could have been. Cursing myself for getting so involved and attached. Wishing like hell he’d come back and tell me he loved me. I’d fall asleep reading his messages, letting them wrap me in a warm blanket and lull me into a fake sense of happiness and security that the next morning I’d wake up in his arms again.
It was my final step to healing and it only took me a year to do it.
But there were texts with Chloe if he knew what to look for but what were the chances he’d run a search for “Jacob” or “JP?” Even if he did search my texts with Chloe, he would have had to go back months to find anything and Chloe and I text twenty-five times on any given day.
“I don’t think so.” I take another large gulp of my wine and turn my gaze to the ceiling as I try to recall anything that would have given Parker a reason to be suspicious of JP. “No.” I meet his gaze and his blue eyes are almost piercing. “Can we talk about something else? Like yourdate?”
He snorts and begins unbuttoning his shirt. “As your mother said, it was hardly a date. I couldn’t focus on anything except my woman across the fucking country.”
Warmness spreads throughout my body and particularly between my legs at his possessive words. “Is that right?”
“Your mother is pissed at me.” He rubs a hand over his forehead. “It just didn’t feel right. I already can’t stop thinking about you and now you’re there and I was worried and even if I wasn’t madly in love with you, Georgina is not my type.”
I roll my eyes. “Right. Gorgeous and tall and blonde and smart. Dad used to saywomanwas your type.”
“Okay and now onlyyouare my type,” he says, giving me a pointed look that I feel between my legs. “And to be fair? I’ve never really dated blonde women. If I did, I may have fought your dad for your mom all those years ago.”
My eyes widen and I almost choke on the wine I was trying to swallow. “Okay, ew?” I blanch, realizing what that would mean. “Can we not!?”
He laughs and I shake my head at him.I am already pushing the boundaries of my daddy issues quite enough, thank you. His bare chest is revealed and my throat goes dry at the sight making me forget our previous conversation. He moves the phone back to give me a full view of his torso as he’s laid on his bed. The bed I’d just came on this morning.
“I wish I was there.”
He runs his hand over his mouth and his tongue darts out to lick the skin. “The things I would do to you if you were here.”
I prop my phone up again and move back so he can see the tops of my breasts. I’m submerged in bubbles and I know it’s killing him not to see more of me. “Like what?”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “You want to play?”
JP and I were no stranger to phone sex or Skype sex or sexting. We spent many nights apart doing all of the above and it’s amazing that those four words still put my body on high alert. I swallow the lump in my throat and nod my head. “Yes please.”
“You’re going to have to show me more of your sexy little body then. Get out of the tub.”
I bat my eyelashes at him a few times and bite down on my bottom lip. “Can I have an orgasm first?”
“Without me getting to watch your fingers move in and out of your wet cunt?” He lowers his gaze. “Try again.”
Despite the warm water, goose bumps erupt on my flesh and I run a digit down my slit in attempts to temper the ache. “I brought my laptop.” I knew I was going to have time on the plane to study, and I anticipated this moment and seeing JP’s dick on a larger screen is always better.
“Even better. Call you in two minutes.” He says as he lowers the phone between his legs and grabs his dick through his jeans. “Be ready.”
I hop out of the tub, dry off and apply some lotion as quickly as possible and I’m on the bed just as my laptop begins to ring with a FaceTime call. I place the computer between my legs knowing it’s the view JP likes the best because it gives him a view of everything. My tits and my pussy are on display for him and when I answer the call, he’s stroking his dick that’s already standing at attention.
His eyes widen when he sees me just as I’m sure mine do.
“Hey.” He gives me a smile so sexy it makes my pussy clench. The movement must catch his attention because his eyes drop to the space between my legs and he licks his lips.
