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“Jason is out there. I don’t want to talk to him,” I said frantically and went to the hallway, refusing to budge. “Tell him to go away… please.” How the hell did he find me?
“Oh, I’ll do just that, baby,” I heard him say, then he mumbled something he thought I couldn’t hear. “In my own way.”
A furious knock came at the front door, and Brick turned to grin at me with a wink. I glared at him and gestured toward the door.
“Just get rid of him.”
“I will, I will,” Brick said casually before he reached for the door handle and pulled. “Hello, can I help you?”
“Yes, I was told my fiancée’s car is in your tree. Is she here? I’ve been searching frantically for her for days now.” Jason groaned. A pitiful tale indeed.
Just hearing his voice had my hands curling into fists and my heart beating too quickly.
“You’re Jason?” Brick asked casually, standing in the doorway with his feet planted firmly from what I could see from my vantage spot. Jason hopped around, trying to look past Brick, completely unperturbed by my mountain man. It was how delusional he was when he had no clue what Brick was capable of.
“Yes, yes, I am. Where is she? Is she here? Amelia? Darling, I’m here for you,” he called out as if he hadn’t ever slapped me, punched me, or kicked me. As though he’d never ever fucked my best friend in our bed.
“Hey, buddy,” Brick said, tapping Jason’s shoulder to get his attention. Only Brick’s taps weren’t gentle, and Jason winced and glared up at Brick.
“Stop that, won’t you? It hurts,” Jason complained, then went back to trying to see around Brick.
“Dude, seriously, stand still,” Brick said and gained Jason’s attention again. Only when Jason glanced up, Brick’s fist came down, right into the left side of his face.
I gasped.
Jason dropped like a bag of groceries and sprawled out on the front porch.
“That’s from Amelia. She says she’s done with you and prefers my dick. Oh, and here’s your shitty ring back.”
“You fucker! You’ve been sleeping with my girl?” The terrified and shocked expression was priceless.
I smiled and wished I could take a photo of it to frame it forever. Then I’d post to him every year for Christmas.
“She’s no longer yours. She’s mine. And I’ll fuck her better than you ever dreamed about with your pencil dick. Step foot on my property again, and I’ll rip your throat out. Have a nice life.”
Brick slammed the door shut and turned to face me, a smile tugging the corners of his mouth upward.
“Well?”
“That was spectacular,” I said, launching myself into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him until we were both breathing heavily and Jason had stopped pounding on the door. “Do you think he’s gone now?”
“Yep. He won’t return,” he promised with a grin. “That felt so fucking good, though.”
“I bet it did.” I gave him a wicked grin and hugged him tightly. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, babe, my pleasure.” He patted my bottom before he set me down. “Let’s pack up and get out of here. I’m in such a good mood, I feel like driving and listening to some good music.”
“Sounds good to me.” It wasn’t as though I had anywhere to go but with him. A slither of doubt crept into my thoughts because good things rarely happened to me. “Are you sure you want me to go with you?”
He stared at me with a raised eyebrow, as if he might spank me.
“I’m so sure, we’re going to stop at the nearest place that sells clothes and get you everything you need right now, then we’ll go to a department store to fill your wardrobe. After that, I’ll show you something spectacular.”
Was this really happening? “Sounds amazing, but I can buy my own clothes,” I said, not wanting him to think I was such a lost cause.
“As you like, but I’d be happy to get it for you.” He shrugged, and we went back to the bedroom to pack.
True to his word, we stopped about two hours from the cabin and filled his truck up with my purchases. I’d bought everything new with my hidden savings, from jeans to pajama bottoms, bras and panties to sexy little numbers to wear for Brick. Not that he needed me to wear that stuff, but I liked the idea of him taking it off me. By the time we’d bought me new toothbrushes, shampoo, razors, and whatever else I could think of, I was tired.
