But that’s not fair. The Clarks have never betrayed me, not once. When everyone else was selling pictures of me from high school and spilling my secrets, they kept quiet. Not a peep from any one of them, and they had more to say than most.
But the wound of betrayal is still fresh, especially since a picture of Andy and me in the drugstore parking lot has been published.
I turn off the water, towel dry, don a sundress, and make my way back to Gran, feeling guilty for leaving her for so long, but as I approach, Jake’s voice catches my attention.
“Shelly’s eager body jolts at my touch, her hands frantically gripping
my hair. I bring my mouth to hers, hungry, demanding what’s mine. Iunzip my pants, pressing my swollen…”
He clears his throat.
It takes a moment for me to register exactly what’s happening.
“What was that, dear?” Gran says. “You’re mumbling.”
Oh, God—no!
Jake clears his throat again. “Is there another part you’d like me to read?”
“No, I had that page dog-eared for a reason.”
Jake sighs. “Alright, then.”
Alright then? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
“I unzip my pants, pressing my swollen cock against her soft, pillowysex. “You’re wet for me. Gonna take it all in, aren’t you?” I say with aquick jolt of my hips.”
Oh, no-no-no—what the hell have you done, Granny!
She moans an addictive sound that makes me want to—
I barge into the sitting room, tripping over my own two feet and falling on a knee.
Jake moves to help, but I put up a hand to halt him. As I rise, I notice a pain in my knee. It’s not too bad, but I have a feeling it’s gonna linger.
“Okay-okay—I think we’re done here!” I say once I’ve righted myself. I glare at the book in Jake’s hands.
Jake drops the ragged copy of Gran’s trashy romance novel, looking up at me with fear-filled eyes.
Gran casts me a perturbed look, and I almost break out into laughter.
“Gran, I’m going to get you tucked in for your afternoon nap,” I look over to Jake, “and we’re going to need to chat later on.”
Jake’s eyes shift away, his mouth slightly ajar, but he says nothing.
“Say goodbye, Grandma.”
Chapter 4
Jake
And just like that, the small sliver of a chance I had to make my life work just went kaput.
It seemed so innocent. Mrs. Reed asked me to read a few passages from her favorite book.
How could I say no to that?
I went to the bookshelf to retrieve the book, and I half thought she was joking when she told me which one to grab. Since when do little old grannies like biker bar romances—no, not romance—
