Page 123 of Major Love

“Jason,” she whimpers, and one minute later she’s coming, my stubble scraping at her breasts as she grinds against my hand, her back arching.

I press my forehead down on hers, my breathing heavy as she strokes my stubble, wishing that I could give her another hour of this but knowing that I need to go.

Because the sooner I go, the sooner I can come back to her.

I murmur that against her cheek and she nods in understanding, biting her lip as I caress her neck and then lean down to kiss her. And then I’m heaving myself out of our room and down the stairs, my fist planted firmly around my dick as I try to alleviate the ache.

I place out some cute shit for Sunday in the kitchen – a mug, a tub of cocoa, and a little note to tell her I miss her already – and then I’m just shrugging on my work jacket when something catches my attention from beyond the front windows.

It snowed pretty heavy last night so I kept my truck in the garage.

But there’s a car outside right now, and I don’t have a clue who it belongs to.

I slowly zip up my jacket and make my way toward the front door, narrowing my eyes as I pull it open just as someone steps out of the driver’s side.

It’s a rented vehicle, and that makes my eyes narrow even more.

I stay planted in the doorway as he approaches the front porch, watching silently as he tries to warm his hands up because his clothes aren’t fit for Phoenix Falls.

He jogs toward me, and I watch him blankly, not saying anything.

I live in the middle of nowhere in one of the smallest towns in the U.S., so early morning cold-callers aren’t something that I ever have to deal with.

I open my door a little wider, so that he can see the kind of machinery that I have set beside my coat rack.

He glances down at the hardware and begrudgingly slows his pace, before finally opening his mouth and saying what he came here to say.

And I stare down at him impassively, not sure if I heard him right.

But when he repeats himself a second time, my abdomen clenches tight, an unfamiliar burning sensation spreading through my chest.

I look down at him for a few more beats and finally roll my shoulders.

“Give me a minute.”

I turn around and head back up the stairs, slamming the door in his face before he gets any ideas about coming inside.

And when I reach the doorway to the master bedroom, I lean my shoulder against the jamb, folding my arms as I keep my gaze averted.

From my peripheral vision I watch as Sunday lifts herself up, concern in her gentle voice as she asks, “Jason, what is it?”

I rub my hand down my jaw, my chest pumping hard as I keep my eyes off of her.

Because I swear that she would have told me something like this…

But, then again, I don’t even know if she’s planning on staying in Phoenix Falls.

“I thought that you were heading to work?” she says softly, keeping the comforter wrapped around her chest as she steps off the bed.

She makes her way toward me until we’re standing toe to toe, and when I glance down at her beautiful face it makes what I just heard a million times worse.

“I am,” I reply, my voice deep and gravel-rough. “But someone just pulled up outside. And he said that he’s your boyfriend.”

Chapter 29

Sunday

Despite the tense muscles that are straining under Jason’s construction shirt, he stands protectively over me as I slip into my baby blue thermals. He eases my shirt down my waist and his eyes are guarded as they flick down to mine, but he still slides our hands together as we exit the bedroom, his gaze laser-focused as he stares outside.

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