Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Nothing.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I shake my head. “I just wasn’t looking where I was going and tripped, bumped into the bed frame.”
His smile returns, and he dips, reclaiming my lips. “You need to be more careful. Maybe you should start sleeping in my bed so I can take care of you.” I sigh against his mouth. His lips part, and I taste the mint on his tongue.
“We would have a lot of explaining to do if that happened,” I say, then open wider as he increases the pressure of our kiss.
“I’m mentoring you. It’s a full-time job.” He smiles against my lips. The sound of Noah’s shower turning on interrupts our moment, and Jackson groans, pulling away. “To be continued.” He steps back, his gaze filled with desire. What I wouldn’t do to invite him into my shower and enjoy a quick morning fuck.
“’Til next time, Mr. Blake,” I tease, pushing him out of my room before I change my mind and drag him into my bathroom. He chuckles and makes his exit. When I shut my door, I press my back against the wood, letting out a sigh. “Fuck me…” How did I get so lucky to find someone like him? Amazing. Too hot for his own good. Mine.
I push off the door and get ready for work. As I make my way down to the kitchen, the dread of seeing Noah settles heavily in my chest. A part of me doubts he even remembers. I’ve been there plenty of times, on the other end of his apologies for shit he doesn’t remember.
“Morning,” I say cautiously.
“Georgia,” Jackson purrs. I cross my arms over my chest, hiding the sudden pebbling of my nipples.
When I glance over at the island, I spot Noah slung over, eating a bowl of cereal. He doesn’t bother addressing me. Asshole. I hope he pissed himself last night—another downfall of sleeping with him when he gets plastered.
“Mr. Blake, I was wondering if I could catch a ride with you today.” That gets Noah’s attention. His bloodshot eyes find mine, and his lips thin into a displeased frown.
Jackson takes a sip of his coffee, masking the humor on his face. “I don’t see why not.”
“What the fuck’s your problem?” Noah bites out.
“You’re a drunk asshole—that’s my problem,” I snap back.
“Noah, watch your language.” Jackson attempts to intervene.
Noah pushes his bowl across the island, milk splashing. “Whatever.” He straightens to leave, stopping right next to me. “And you’re a bitch.” He shoves his shoulder into mine as he leaves the room.
“Noah!” Jackson yells, but he’s already gone. He gets up and walks over to me. “What was that about?”
“It’s nothing.” Tell him, Georgia.
“Didn’t look like nothing. Did something happen?”
“No.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Peach. Rules.”
“Nothing fucking happened, Jesus.” I step away, but he grabs my arm.
“Watch your tone with me.” His eyes seep with anger.
“Then stop trying to accuse me of something that’s not there.” I rip my arm from his grip and walk away. Noah’s door is shut, music blaring. Thinking he has the right idea, I retreat to mine, throwing myself onto my bed. Catching a ride with Jackson is now less appealing than driving with Noah. I huff and lay on my side. Today sounds like a great day to play sick.
My phone vibrates, and I dig for it, seeing a text from Jackson.
Mr. Blake: Would you forgive me if I offered the day off? Take the boat out early?
My fingers hover over the screen to reply but stop. It does sound appealing, but being near them both sounds quite the opposite.
Mr. Blake: I can’t control myself sometimes. I get jealous of anyone who has the honor of your attention. I just want you all for myself. Forgive me for being an asshole. I’d like to make it up to you. Please say yes.
Fuck. How the hell do I stay mad after a text like that? He admitted he’s jealous. For a man like Jackson, that had to take a lot. And it’s super hot.
Me: I accept. For now. But you’ll need to apologize in a lot of other ways later.
I attach a tongue and splash emoji to clarify my terms.
Mr. Blake: The best kind of punishment.
My cheeks flush, and I giggle. I never imagined Jackson being accustomed to using emojis. I’ll take the cute gesture and the day off. Too bad it can’t be just us.
The ride downtown is torture. The uncomfortable silence is suffocating. Jackson tries to make conversation with Noah, but he’s in his dick mood and semi-green. Serves him right. Every so often, Jackson finds my eyes through the rearview mirror, creating a heat between my thighs. When he licks his lips, I know he’s imagining it’s my lips he’s licking. I’m tempted to suggest we stop at a gas station and kick Noah out of the car.