Page 48 of Crave
Alex was holding the samples box. “I put everything else in the SUV already.”
They seemed so distant from each other, which was strange given what had happened between them on the way home from dinner.
“So…” I said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Last night?” My curious gazed bounced between them.
They both looked at me as if they had no idea what I was talking about.
“You two were making out in the back seat. You don’t remember that?”
Alex looked down at the floor as Alana shrugged. “Yeah, but we’re processing that right now. So… let’s just pretend it never happened,” she said.
I grimaced, hoping the two weren’t going back to square one, which would mean bickering and fighting their attraction for each other. However, I was certainly not one to force a conversation that no one else wanted to have. “Well, then, let's hit the road,” I said.
And we all diligently and professionally headed off to work.
Jamison Cox
Bryn’s alluring scent soaked the linens. I pulled the top sheet over my head and inhaled.Damn, her skin was so damn soft, warm, and flawless. She had a small brown mole on her shoulder. Pressing my tongue against it made me horny as hell. Being with her was making me lose my mind. She’d left for work, but wanting to be inside her gave me an aching erection.
“Shit,” I muttered and clenched my dick.
Too bad she wasn’t there. She’d left the room less than fifteen minutes before. I battled the urge to call her, ask her to pretend she’d left something behind. Bryn would return to our room, then to our bed, and I could make love to her once more.
I tossed the sheet off me and grabbed my dick again.Fuck.“Get ahold of yourself, dude,” I whispered.
The thought of her curves, round ass, and soft clit against my tongue made me shift my dick as I remembered all the ways in which I’d fucked her.
“Shh… uh… oohh…”
Ring. Ring. Ring.
I jumped and looked toward the house phone sitting on the nightstand and then scrambled to answer, thinking it was her. “Yeah,” I said.
“Is this Mr. Jamison Cox?”
The woman’s formal tone concerned me, especially hearing it that early in the morning. “Yeah. What can I do for you?” I made my tone brisk on purpose.
“There’s a Miss Bree Lovell here to see you. She asked me to ask you to meet her in the lobby within five minutes, or else she’ll follow Miss Christmas and her team to the jobsite.”
I scrambled to sit on the side of the bed. “Is this a joke?” I asked, rubbing the inside corners of my eyes.
“Sorry, sir?”
No. It wasn’t a joke. “Forget it. Tell her okay.”
I slammed the phone back on the base and covered my face with my hands, sighing into my palms. It wasn't that I couldn't believe what was happening, because I could. It was the story of my life. When things were going well, I could expect my father to blow my contentment to pieces. Bree being downstairs was his doing.
I dropped my hands from my face and punched the mattress. “Shit!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “Fucking shit!”
The truth about what couldn’t be avoided forced me to take a long, deep whiff of the sheets. Bryn had eased into my nostrils, expanded in my chest, and sat there. I couldn’t take her with me. I couldn’t linger either. I got up, dressed, packed my shit in my overnight bag, and walked out the door, refusing to look behind me. I couldn’t. It hurt too fucking much.
When I made it downstairs,I stopped to notice Bree standing near the front entrance, arms folded, staring out the glass doors. She looked the same—tight skirt that stretched to her calves, snug jacket, and high heels. I could smell her perfume from where I stood. I didn't know if my nose had picked up her scent or I was experiencing olfactory memory. Nothing about her settled me. There was a rumor she was fucking my father. I knew for certain that it wasn’t just hearsay. But Boomer fucked many women. My parents had a strange relationship, one that I was hell-bent on never emulating.
Bree twisted her body around to see me before I could walk toward her. Her expressionless face reminded me of that video Bryn had showed me two days before.
Bryn…
I had a choice. I could tell Bree to go straight to hell and take my father with her, but then I’d lose more than I already had. I had to be smart about the next move I made.
