Page 16 of The Gambler

It was the longest fucking ten minutes of his life; thank heavens she was too green to know what she was doing. If she had any more heat behind her little experiment he would be hard pressed to fight his own impulse to take her. As it stood, he was already in a bad way.

She liked playing with his tongue and having hers suckled. She laughed and pressed herself harder onto him as he teased her mouth. Her new game was going to give him blue balls, it was a given. He was caught between a rock and a hard dick.

There was no way he was gonna take her before he thought she was ready. But with her natural exuberance, and her body that was made, he was convinced, to drive him out of his fucking mind, it was going to be rough sailing from here on out.

He finally got some peace after she grew tired of her new game. She settled down in his waiting arms and sighed as she drifted off, while he was left staring at the walls with the hard on from hell. He hugged her close and kissed her forehead as he prepared himself for a night of sweet torture.

In the morning they went through their routine. She got herself dressed, in one of the cute little summer dresses she’d picked out the day before, and then she gave him the brush to fix her hair.

She chatted away a mile a minute, while he got lost playing in her hair. What the fuck did he know about hairpins and shit? But she wanted some in her hair and he figured it out.

Downstairs he had a cup of coffee, while Sue made her breakfast. He knew he was gonna have to watch her eat for the next little while to make sure she was getting enough. If left to her, she’d probably have chocolate at every meal.

He was ready when she asked for her mother. He would’ve been surprised if she hadn’t. He kept his attention focused on the call to make sure there was nothing said that would upset her, but when she just smiled and told her mom about her new dress, he figured he could relax a little.

He took the phone from her when she was through and walked a little ways away from the table. “Andros here. Did you know that the Bonatas put a hit out on your daughter?”

“What, that’s not true they would never.”

“What would you call it when they try to take me out with her in the car? You tell that fuck for me that I’m gonna cut off his head and piss down his fucking throat. Where’s your son?”

“Please, just stop this nonsense right now, I’m sure Alec might’ve just lost his temper for a minute. He’s been under a lot of stress lately, but he would never hurt his sister, he loves her.”

“You’re full of shit, and this right here only convinces me more to keep her the fuck away from all of you.”

“You can’t do that, you can’t just take my kid. We have laws in this country…”

“I’ll tell you what, you get that law to come to my fucking door, better yet, send your boy.”

He hung up the phone because there was nothing more to be said. If Jenna wouldn’t freak the fuck out, he would cut off all communication with the mother as well. What the fuck did she mean he was under stress? That made it okay? The fucker hadn’t seen stress yet.

He was in a hurry to get the day started; there was a lot of shit that needed to be done. He checked that her security was in place, before lifting the shield he’d put on the house the night before when they went to bed.

He was giving serious thought to bringing in dogs, but he wasn’t sure how she would react to their presence. Maybe he’d bring it up and see, for now, the twenty or so men he had combing the grounds should be enough.

“Come Jenna Angel has to go to work.” He tried setting her up in the corner with her iPad and other shit, but she wasn’t having it. As soon as he was seated she plopped down in his lap, and he resigned himself to working around her again today.

He answered all her questions, and gave her kisses when she asked, all the while hoping she didn’t know what the lump under her ass meant.

The guys were still combing the house for any surprises theMinnelli bitch might’ve left behind, so he didn’t have to deal with their bullshit along with everything else; but he was gonna have to figure something out fast. No way was he gonna get shit done with her this close. Not after he’d learned her taste and the feel of her under his hand.

That afternoon, they had their first fight. She wanted to stay outside after he’d taken her down to the little pond on the property to see the new birds he’d ordered for her, and he didn’t want her outside for any length of time, lest someone had eyes on his place.

She threw a fit when he told her no. Something he wasn’t accustomed to, he was in the habit of having his every need met, and everyone going out of their way to carry out his orders.

His strong-arm tactics weren’t going to work on her though, because she was stubborn as fuck. “No Jenna let’s go.” He kept his voice even as he tried to steer her back towards the house.”

“No, Jenna stay.” She stomped her foot and turned her angry face up to him. Just one little thing set her off, and here he was thinking she was going to be so easy to handle.

Still, he couldn’t have her disobeying him; it was for her own safety. When she dug her heels in and refused to budge, he picked her up and headed back inside. She screamed bloody murder and Garrett and Jameson came running, guns drawn.

“We’re fine guys, put those away.” He carried her up the stairs to their room, out of sight of the others, since he didn’t know how long, or what form her tantrum would take. He knew from experience that it could last for hours, or blow over in a matter of minutes like it never was.

Laying across the bed, he held her close while she stiffened up on him. Stubborn little shit. “Jenna baby, please calm down before you make yourself sick.” He kept his voice soft and level, while running his hand up and down her back. He understood she was testing the boundaries and though he had no intention after last night of treating her like a child, he would never allow her to endanger herself.

Not even if it meant her getting mad at him. Her sobs tore at him though, and he wished like hell he could give her what she wanted. Then he started to sing and wondered when the fuck he’d lost his fucking mind. Chump.

When she’d quieted a bit, he pushed her away slightly so he could see her face. She looked so sad and…pissed. He almost laughed and had no idea why? The fact that she could get that mad at him made him feel somehow that they were on more of an even footing.

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