Page 5 of Tempting Jada

He pressed against her a few times, loved how her voice had changed, and then just about lost it when she shivered.

“Yes. This is one way. Do you want me to show you a few more?” he murmured against the side of her head.

A voice broke their spell apart.

“What’s taking you so long … oh shit. Sorry,” Zoe spun around and left.

He sighed when Jada stiffened because he knew the mood had been broken.

“I’ll leave you alone right now. But you will have me around a lot. So don’t get used to getting away.”

“We’ll see about that,” she said.

He grinned and slapped her ass. “Yes, we will.”

Titan walked to the frig and grabbed several beers before looking back at her to find her staring at him with one of her hands on her ass.

“I can’t believe you just spanked me,” she said.

“Babe, that wasn’t anywhere close to a spanking I’d give you if you needed it. That was a love tap.”

He walked out the door grinning when she sputtered and then started to curse him. Fuck, yeah, she fit him well, and he was keeping her.

Chapter Three

Jada watched the brat walk out the back door and wanted to throw something at him. It took a minute to get her breathing under control before she finished cutting the brownies she would take into the old lady’s family room, as it was called now, because they spent a lot of time in it.

She and the girls were watching a movie in the room, and they liked it when the guys stayed out. She’d thought about putting a sign up saying, “No Boys Allowed,” but didn’t think it would go over well. Hell, they’d probably take it as a challenge or something.

“Oh, fucking Christ.”

Jada glanced over her shoulder at who it was and then rolled her eyes at one of the sluts, Tessa, that hated the old ladies with a passion. The woman didn’t get that if she got off her lazy ass and helped, the guys would treat her better. “What now?”

Tessa pointed to the pan. “Should you be eating that, fat-ass?”

Jada grinned and turned to face the woman. “Listen up, whore. You’re here for one reason, and that’s a hole for the boys to fuck. Nothing else. You have no say in anything, and no one wants to hear anything coming out of your mouth besides, ‘where do you want me.’ You chose this lifestyle. You’re the one choosing to be nothing, which is what you are. So, don’t be coming in here with your attitude, or you’ll regret it.”

The slut hissed. “You think you’re like the others? You’re not an old lady, bitch.”

Jada picked up a knife from the stand sitting on the counter and faced the woman. “Listen very closely.” Her voice was very deep and menacing. “I don’t need to be an old lady to fuck you up. So, I’m warning you to be very careful what you say to me or any of the others.”

The woman snorted and crossed her arms over her fake breasts. “Oh, I’m so scared,” she said sarcastically and grinned.

“You should be.” Jada threw the knife, and it sailed by the bitch’s head and got stuck in the wall behind her.

“Jesus Christ,” Tessa screamed. “You could have killed me.”

Jada leaned against the counter that separated them and smiled. “Whore, if I wanted to kill you, I would have.”

“You’re fucking crazy,” the slut said as she walked toward the back door.

“You’re absolutely right, so I’d watch myself. Tell your icky little friends, too.”

She watched her leave, sighed in disgust, and turned to get the pan of brownies.

“Jesus, woman.”

Her gaze went to the other doorway where Dre stood with a grin.

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