Elle glanced back at me over her shoulder. “Maybe.”
“Damn, princess...” I held a hand over my heart. “Don’t do me like this.”
Elle only grinned at me.
A ding sounded on the kitchen island. Elle grabbed her cell phone and peered down at the screen. The smile turned upside down almost instantly.
“Who is it?” I puffed out my chest and crossed my arms. “Big-dick guy?”
“Ha-ha. Hilarious...” Elle’s sarcasm didn’t hide her panic because she was a terrible liar. “Logan is at my place with Faith. He wants to know where I am.”
“So?” I shrugged and walked over to Elle.
“Christ, Timber! Get with the program. He can’t find out I’m over here having sex with you!” Elle threw her hands up and dropped to the floor, searching underneath a table. “Well, don’t just stand there! Help me find my damn clothes!”
TWENTY-NINE
Where Have You Been?
Noelle
Jack was a dick. A gigantic dick with a monumental cock. I had provoked him over his schlong size, and the thought of me with a guy who was bigger than him had made him envious, and I thought I had gotten to him. Instead, his reaction over my ex possibly finding out I had slept with my neighbor made me the sore loser.
Jack stayed calm, cool, and collected. He leaned back against the wall with a smug-ass smirk on his face and his damn arms crossed over his chest. He watched me scramble around in search of my discarded belongings in his long sleeve shirt, which had shimmed upward so that my ass cheeks hung out.
“Goddamn it, Timber,” I hissed while down on my hands and knees searching for a hint of women’s clothing. “What the hell are you doing? Help me!”
“I’m checking out that cute butt you’ve got, Evergreen.” Jack raised an eyebrow. “Have I told you how good you look crawling around on my floor all flustered?”
“Would you quit checking out my ass and get down here?” I groaned with frustration and patted the cool tile.
I lifted a carpet, checked under a couch, but there wasn’t anything. Not even a damn ball of dust. I blew some hair out of my mouth and continued to worry until I came to Jack’s bare feet. I peered up at him.
“No,” Jack replied.
“Why not?” I pointed my index finger at him. “This is all your damn fault.”
“Me?” Jack innocently pressed a hand against his chest and kneeled down to face me. “As I recall, little Elle, you’re the one who keeps ending up on her knees, begging me to give you what you want. First you wanted my dick and now you—”
“Oh, cut the crap, Timber,” I interrupted Jack with flushed cheeks. “It’s not like you didn’t love every second of my pleading.”
Jack grinned wider.
“Yeah. You’re damn right I enjoyed myself just as much as I love watching you squirm because your ex might find out about us.” Jack flicked his shirt to the side and revealed more of my cleavage for his amusement. “All rattled, flushed, and fucking out of control.”
The sexual tension was back and as electrifying as ever. The zap between us kept on zinging, a current of energy that would continue on for all of eternity.
I gulped down the lump in my throat. My body was always destined to give in to Jack, but this was no time for sex. We had a much bigger problem than my wet pussy dribbling between my thighs.
“Logan, that squealing son of a bitch, will go straight to my father. Do you want my dad to find out about us?” I hissed through clenched teeth.
Immediately, Jack stopped gawking at my tits, and his eyes locked on mine. His grin turned into a pressed straightline, and he searched my face for an entire twenty seconds while I held my breath. I waited for him to answer.
Jack cursed. He got down on his hands and knees to join me in my search. I stared at him as he frantically scrambled through a spot I’d already combed through before he moved onto another area. His eyes lit up, and he held up a garment as if he had won a trophy for first place.
“Ha-ha! A bra!” Jack announced but narrowed his eyes at me. “What the hell, Elle? Aren’t you gonna help?”
I crawled over to him in front of a big open window, afraid of being seen from next door, half naked in Jack’s long sleeve shirt. A warm piece of flannel which smelled delicious and reminded me of everything I had done. Regret filled me, which I didn’t want to experience because the intimate time with Jack had been amazing. More incredible than I had expected, and I hadn’t wanted our time together to end. But as I made my way over toward him, I realized how ridiculously stupid I had been. I had slept with my father’s friend, and now I tried desperately to hide any evidence we had been together.
