ended the night she fucked your brother and it has stayed that way.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to defend Sawyer, but I don’t get the chance.
“Secondly,” he says, his hand moving to brush my hair away from my neck where it hides the mark he left on me. My pulse speeds up as his thumb caresses it. “You could never be someone’s second choice, Sam. You’re too good for that.”
He’s wrong. I’ve been people’s second choice. I was Grant’s second choice many times when it came to other women. I was such a fool back then.
“Do you have that kind of money?” he asks, changing the subject.
“Yeah,” I lie. I’ll find a way to come up with it. I would never back out.
“Then I guess I owe you a date,” he says, sending butterflies to dance in my tummy.
I try to mask the effect by crossing my arms over my chest. “For four thousand dollars it better be a good one, Crawford.”
With a smirk he snags me around the waist and pulls me flush against his hard body. “Trust me, baby. It’ll be worth every fucking penny.” His warm brown eyes hold me captive as his mouth descends upon mine, stealing my breath and crashing into my soul like a freight train.
How on earth does he do that?
Uncaring at the moment, I wrap my arms around his neck and take what I haven’t stopped thinking about since last night.
Growling, his tongue glides in, doing an erotic dance with mine that sends my heart and senses reeling. We stay locked in the heated bliss for so long I lose track of time along with oxygen, but I couldn’t care less. I don’t care if I ever breathe again if he’s the one stealing it from me.
With his fingers gently gripping either side of my jaw, he pulls back, but remains close, his lips hovering just above mine.
Slowly, I open my eyes and find him staring down at me, his intense gaze penetrating the depths of my soul.
“I’ll pick you up next Saturday at four. Be ready.”
My gaze narrows, his order cutting through my lust-induced haze. Just when I’m about to say something he steals my lips one more time with a quick, hard kiss then starts off to his truck.
“Hey! How do you know I’m free? Maybe I already have plans,” I yell, feeling my blood heat at his audacity.
His hand rests on the handle of his truck when he turns back to me, gracing me with that sexy yet irritating smirk of his. “If you do then cancel them,” he says so casually. “For that entire night and following morning, Sam—you’re mine.”
Without another word, he climbs into his truck and drives away, leaving me to gape after him.
He has some nerve!
We’ll see how smooth he is when he shows up at my apartment and I’m not there… Oh, who the hell am I kidding. I’ll be there waiting, anticipating what I’m sure will be another unforgettable night with him.
I’m in so much trouble.
CHAPTER 8
Jase
A few days later, I walk into my childhood home, my stomach immediately grumbling from the sweet smell of baking.
Ah, a perfect day to stop by.
Walking into the kitchen, I find my mom pulling out squares, muffins, and banana loaf from the oven. She turns around when my boots hit the linoleum, a genuine smile spreading across her face.
“Jasiah,” she says, using my full name. “I didn’t know you were stopping by today.” Losing her oven mitts, she comes over and pulls me down to kiss the shit out of my face.
“Hey, Mom,” I grumble, thankful no one else is here to witness this shit. I would never say anything to her about it though because I know it would hurt her feelings. And no one hurts my mom’s feelings, not without the wrath of my father or me.
She takes my face between her hands and looks me over. “I swear you get more handsome every time I see you. Just like your father,” she says. “When are you gonna give me grandbabies?”
I grunt but refuse to answer. It will turn into a long, drawn-out conversation like always, and I don’t have time for that today.
Thankfully, she
It’s on the tip of my tongue to defend Sawyer, but I don’t get the chance.
“Secondly,” he says, his hand moving to brush my hair away from my neck where it hides the mark he left on me. My pulse speeds up as his thumb caresses it. “You could never be someone’s second choice, Sam. You’re too good for that.”
He’s wrong. I’ve been people’s second choice. I was Grant’s second choice many times when it came to other women. I was such a fool back then.
“Do you have that kind of money?” he asks, changing the subject.
“Yeah,” I lie. I’ll find a way to come up with it. I would never back out.
“Then I guess I owe you a date,” he says, sending butterflies to dance in my tummy.
I try to mask the effect by crossing my arms over my chest. “For four thousand dollars it better be a good one, Crawford.”
With a smirk he snags me around the waist and pulls me flush against his hard body. “Trust me, baby. It’ll be worth every fucking penny.” His warm brown eyes hold me captive as his mouth descends upon mine, stealing my breath and crashing into my soul like a freight train.
How on earth does he do that?
Uncaring at the moment, I wrap my arms around his neck and take what I haven’t stopped thinking about since last night.
Growling, his tongue glides in, doing an erotic dance with mine that sends my heart and senses reeling. We stay locked in the heated bliss for so long I lose track of time along with oxygen, but I couldn’t care less. I don’t care if I ever breathe again if he’s the one stealing it from me.
With his fingers gently gripping either side of my jaw, he pulls back, but remains close, his lips hovering just above mine.
Slowly, I open my eyes and find him staring down at me, his intense gaze penetrating the depths of my soul.
“I’ll pick you up next Saturday at four. Be ready.”
My gaze narrows, his order cutting through my lust-induced haze. Just when I’m about to say something he steals my lips one more time with a quick, hard kiss then starts off to his truck.
“Hey! How do you know I’m free? Maybe I already have plans,” I yell, feeling my blood heat at his audacity.
His hand rests on the handle of his truck when he turns back to me, gracing me with that sexy yet irritating smirk of his. “If you do then cancel them,” he says so casually. “For that entire night and following morning, Sam—you’re mine.”
Without another word, he climbs into his truck and drives away, leaving me to gape after him.
He has some nerve!
We’ll see how smooth he is when he shows up at my apartment and I’m not there… Oh, who the hell am I kidding. I’ll be there waiting, anticipating what I’m sure will be another unforgettable night with him.
I’m in so much trouble.
CHAPTER 8
Jase
A few days later, I walk into my childhood home, my stomach immediately grumbling from the sweet smell of baking.
Ah, a perfect day to stop by.
Walking into the kitchen, I find my mom pulling out squares, muffins, and banana loaf from the oven. She turns around when my boots hit the linoleum, a genuine smile spreading across her face.
“Jasiah,” she says, using my full name. “I didn’t know you were stopping by today.” Losing her oven mitts, she comes over and pulls me down to kiss the shit out of my face.
“Hey, Mom,” I grumble, thankful no one else is here to witness this shit. I would never say anything to her about it though because I know it would hurt her feelings. And no one hurts my mom’s feelings, not without the wrath of my father or me.
She takes my face between her hands and looks me over. “I swear you get more handsome every time I see you. Just like your father,” she says. “When are you gonna give me grandbabies?”
I grunt but refuse to answer. It will turn into a long, drawn-out conversation like always, and I don’t have time for that today.
Thankfully, she
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