Page 201 of Heartless
She shook her head and slid the folder in her purse.“I’ll do it at home.”
I wasn’t sure she realized she called the house ‘home’, but fuck did I like it.
Her voice turned quiet.“It was hard to leave Gabby.”
The bitch didn’t deserve it, but my Sienna was hurting.“If that fuckwit didn’t change with you in her life, she never will.”
A brief smile touched her lips, and we rode in silence.When the first drops of rain splattered on the windshield, she smiled and sat up.
“Tell me, baby.”
“Can you please stop the car?”
We were an hour from our destination, and darkness had started covering the mountain road.I veered into a dirt side road and cupped her face.“What’s wrong?”
She unbuckled her seatbelt.
“Sienna baby, talk to—”
She climbed in my lap.When her hands curved around my face, I went rock hard.
My hands slid under her dress.“What do you want, kitten?”
She got busy with my zipper.“You.Inside me.”
I gripped her panties and yanked..The material ripped.She knelt up, grabbed my begging dick, and guided me home.I gritted my teeth.Pure fucking fire.Then she danced on my cock.Fuck.I clamped her nape and swallowed her moans.
“Kitten, get there.”I thumbed her clit.Her pussy spasmed and suckled me in.
“Jake!”
And I let go.
Sitting on my cock, she grinned through her panting breaths.“That was me jumping your bones.”
I laughed.Then, I kissed her slow and deep.
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Sienna
I was nestled between Jake’s legs with my back to his front in the corner of the sectional in the family room.I loosened the thin canvas tie of the file Joel had given to me.As I took a deep breath, Jake’s lips brushed my temple.
“Baby,” he soothed.“You know everything that’s in there.”
He was right.It was just weird to know that the last nine years of my life had been documented.
When I pulled the stack of paper out, some pictures slipped out, and I gasped.Jake took the file from me and tossed it on the coffee table while I bent down to pick the pictures up.There were three of them.
The first one was a shot of Mom’s taken five or six years ago in the coffee shop across the bank.Her hand was curved around a huge cup of vanilla latte—that was all she ever drank—and she was smiling at the person facing her.Her hair had grown back almost to her shoulders.
I traced her face with shaking fingers.“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
“You look like her.”
The second one was of me, and I was about to flip it over when Jake’s hand shot out to steady my wrist.“What was happening here?”
I didn’t know how, but whoever had been spying on me had caught me with my arms up.My head was thrown back, my eyes were shut tight, and I was grinning with all my teeth.
