Page 42 of Invisible Scars
“RememberStar Warsquotes?” I tilt my head to the side with a slight frown. “I told you. I’ve seen the movies a million times.”
“No, how do you take something that makes me feel like crap and find a way to make me laugh about it?” He sighs and stares at his feet floating beneath him in the water. “And now, every time the thought of how Nona used to look at me and how she looks at me now upsets me, I’ll remember this moment, what you said, and I’ll laugh.”
“Why do I get the impression you aren’t happy with my comedic skills?”
“Being broody is my thing. You’re putting a damper on my thing.”
“Well, get a new thing.” I shrug. “You’ve obviously got a competitive nature, Mr. Captain of the Swimming Team. Reclaim your golden boy throne.”
“You aren’t making any sense.”
“Give Nona more adorable Peak babies to croon over. Send her photos of them wearing your medals.”Super cute image, ovary overload.
“That’s not happening,” he cuts my daydream of little Jonah babies doing Olympic laps with a clear-cut, almost aggressive tone.
“But—”
“No.” He shakes his head. “You’re a great friend, Eff, with your lack of embarrassment to say anything you want to me. Which I like, I really do,” he hurries to assure me when I worry my bottom lip. “It’s refreshing to have someone who doesn’t feel the need to walk on eggshells around me all the time.”
“But?” I ask in a resigned tone.
“But there are places you don’t get to explore with me, Effie.” Jonah lifts his hand and catches my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his severe gaze. “I amneverstarting a family.” He searches my eyes to make sure I understand. “And we arenevertalking about this again.”
“Okay,” I whisper, placing a hand on his cheek and wiping a bead of water from his sculpted cheekbone. “But if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.”
Our eyes meet, and the longer we hold the gaze, Jonah’s tense expression softens into a warm affection before the inevitable spark of heat ignites in his eyes. His thumb traces the curve of my bottom lip, then his knuckles graze down the column of my throat.
“Joe,” I say quietly, eyes fluttering shut. “We agreed this was a bad idea.”
“I know,” he says in a husky voice. “But we never finished what we started in the car.”
“Really?” I huff out a laugh. “Because I’m pretty sureIfinished. Twice.”
Jonah’s hand moves to my inner thigh and massages it in a sensual squeeze.
“And as much as I enjoyed feeling you come all over my fingers, Doll, I’m craving the taste of your sweet pussy.” He pulls his upper body out of the water before burying his face between my thighs, taking a deep breath and releasing it with a groan. “God, Effie, I can’t stop thinking about you riding my face again.”
My hips buck on their own accord, a whimper leaving my lips.
“Dirty doll,” Jonah says in a husky whisper against the apex of my thighs, nuzzling me where I’m burning for him. “Take off your pants and lie back. I’m going to eat you out right here.”
“We can’t.” I’m trying to convince myself more than him, but my words carry no weight when my hands delve into the rich almond locks and press him closer.
“Effie, you in here?” Milly’s voice barely registers in the back of my mind, but once my consciousness catches up, I jump away from Jonah, losing my footing and slipping on my ass onto the wet floor. “How did that happen?” she asks, offering me a helping hand.
“I was on my way to the showers and took a detour to tell Jonah how much I enjoyed training with you today. Slipped when I tried to get up.”
“I may have worked you too hard if your knees are that weak.”
Jonah raises an eyebrow, an innuendo-filled smirk stretching the corners of his mouth.
“Yeah, you definitely worked me harder than Jonah ever has.”
“Hey, whatever works.” Jonah shrugs. “I’d rather Milly train you than no one at all.”
“Hey!” Milly places a hand on her hip and stares daggers at Jonah.
“If I didn’t trust you to train Effie properly, I wouldn’t have been so willing, would I?” Both Milly and I roll our eyes.
