interior wall. “And why, big brother, is she crying?”
Jax slapped off my grip then smoothed down the front of his expensive wool coat. “Well it sure as fuck isn’t over me. Like I said, William, fix it.”
I watched my brother walk down the sidewalk to his slick vehicle that I hadn’t noticed before. Fuck. If Jax had hurt her, I was going to kill him. I was going to bloody up all that slick shit clothing Jax wore and make him hurt. I lowered my duffle bag and backpack to the floor then shut the door. I called out for her. “Sarah?”
Crouching down, I unlaced the battered hiking boots I had thrown on when I had slipped out this morning. They were easier to wear than carry. I looked up and Sarah stood there, tears still on her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy.
That was it.
Jax was dead.
“You left.”
“I came back.”
“You left.”
Yeah. I had. Nodding, I stood up and toed off the heavy boots. “Just catching a head start on the kicking me out of your house.” She nodded as she wiped impatiently at her cheek. “Got as far as the cove.” I walked to her, nerves pricking at my skin. “Realized I had some unfinished business.” Okay, had it shoved in my face but it was still a realization. It counted.
“Big Jack.”
I shook my head as I cupped her face and gently brushed my thumbs over her eyes. “Sad Sarah.”
She repeated the words and I nodded. I wanted to know why my brother had been here. Why the hell would Jax come see Sarah? My brother was ten years older than her and happily married to a woman I still didn’t entirely trust to not rip his heart out a second time. Not that I suspected the two of them were having an affair. Jax knew Sarah was…
I mentally shrugged off the end of that sentence. But what the hell was going on?
“Why are you crying?”
“Do you really want to know?”
Searching her eyes, I rolled the question around in my head. When her lashes started to lower, I tilted her head up. I was getting damn tired of her always hiding from me. “No,” I answered and saw the flinch in her eyelashes. “Because it probably means I hit the asshole bull’s eye again.” And wasn’t that getting tiresome? “Unless it was Jax hitting the asshole button then I’ll go kick his ass. Sure, I’ll get a beat-down but I’ll take the bastard down with me.” I rubbed my thumb over her mouth, then met her teary gaze.
“You came back. You never come back.”
What was she saying? Hadn’t she been paying attention over the years? I always came back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hill
I traced the graceful line of Sarah’s spine. She was so damn beautiful as she lay on her bed, her body sated and soft. It was nice to know that even without her mind impaired by booze and drugs, Sarah Jane James was a sensual being. More so now, I decided, because she was right there with me. “You are,” I said, leaning down to kiss the small of her back, “by far,” I kissed the slight curve at her waist, “the sexiest woman,” I gave the swell of her ass a bite and enjoyed the surprised gasp from her, “I know.”
“Liar.”
I lay down beside her. “No way,” I said, kissing her shoulder. “I like knowing that even now you’re getting all tingly and wet for me.” Her snort made me smile. “Five bucks says you are.” My hand glided over her ass and she shifted her leg to give me access. Her eyes closed as her mouth parted on a sigh when I found that she was wet for me. “Tingly, Sarah?”
She nodded.
“Roll over.” I leaned down, kissing her when she was right side up. Our tongues muffled her moans as she shifted, hips rolling in time to my caresses. There was something a little addicting in how she responded to me. Even that first night when she had been tipsy on her first beer and nervous about what was going on, she was right there with me. When I eased a finger into her, she cried out, arching up as she covered my hand with hers. Fuck, that was hot.
I knew exactly when she found
Jax slapped off my grip then smoothed down the front of his expensive wool coat. “Well it sure as fuck isn’t over me. Like I said, William, fix it.”
I watched my brother walk down the sidewalk to his slick vehicle that I hadn’t noticed before. Fuck. If Jax had hurt her, I was going to kill him. I was going to bloody up all that slick shit clothing Jax wore and make him hurt. I lowered my duffle bag and backpack to the floor then shut the door. I called out for her. “Sarah?”
Crouching down, I unlaced the battered hiking boots I had thrown on when I had slipped out this morning. They were easier to wear than carry. I looked up and Sarah stood there, tears still on her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy.
That was it.
Jax was dead.
“You left.”
“I came back.”
“You left.”
Yeah. I had. Nodding, I stood up and toed off the heavy boots. “Just catching a head start on the kicking me out of your house.” She nodded as she wiped impatiently at her cheek. “Got as far as the cove.” I walked to her, nerves pricking at my skin. “Realized I had some unfinished business.” Okay, had it shoved in my face but it was still a realization. It counted.
“Big Jack.”
I shook my head as I cupped her face and gently brushed my thumbs over her eyes. “Sad Sarah.”
She repeated the words and I nodded. I wanted to know why my brother had been here. Why the hell would Jax come see Sarah? My brother was ten years older than her and happily married to a woman I still didn’t entirely trust to not rip his heart out a second time. Not that I suspected the two of them were having an affair. Jax knew Sarah was…
I mentally shrugged off the end of that sentence. But what the hell was going on?
“Why are you crying?”
“Do you really want to know?”
Searching her eyes, I rolled the question around in my head. When her lashes started to lower, I tilted her head up. I was getting damn tired of her always hiding from me. “No,” I answered and saw the flinch in her eyelashes. “Because it probably means I hit the asshole bull’s eye again.” And wasn’t that getting tiresome? “Unless it was Jax hitting the asshole button then I’ll go kick his ass. Sure, I’ll get a beat-down but I’ll take the bastard down with me.” I rubbed my thumb over her mouth, then met her teary gaze.
“You came back. You never come back.”
What was she saying? Hadn’t she been paying attention over the years? I always came back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hill
I traced the graceful line of Sarah’s spine. She was so damn beautiful as she lay on her bed, her body sated and soft. It was nice to know that even without her mind impaired by booze and drugs, Sarah Jane James was a sensual being. More so now, I decided, because she was right there with me. “You are,” I said, leaning down to kiss the small of her back, “by far,” I kissed the slight curve at her waist, “the sexiest woman,” I gave the swell of her ass a bite and enjoyed the surprised gasp from her, “I know.”
“Liar.”
I lay down beside her. “No way,” I said, kissing her shoulder. “I like knowing that even now you’re getting all tingly and wet for me.” Her snort made me smile. “Five bucks says you are.” My hand glided over her ass and she shifted her leg to give me access. Her eyes closed as her mouth parted on a sigh when I found that she was wet for me. “Tingly, Sarah?”
She nodded.
“Roll over.” I leaned down, kissing her when she was right side up. Our tongues muffled her moans as she shifted, hips rolling in time to my caresses. There was something a little addicting in how she responded to me. Even that first night when she had been tipsy on her first beer and nervous about what was going on, she was right there with me. When I eased a finger into her, she cried out, arching up as she covered my hand with hers. Fuck, that was hot.
I knew exactly when she found
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