Bobby turned to his niece, “You going back to your mom's tonight, Lizzie?”
“Yeah, I should be going soon.” She looked at her watch.
“We can drop you home, if that's okay with your dad?” asked Bobby looking across at a very annoyed looking Jim.
“Sure,” he snapped and then looking at Lizzie, stood and smiled. “Tell Deanna to call me, about your trip out tomorrow.” He pulled Lizzie to him and embraced her warmly. “Have fun, I love you,” he said as he leaned down and kissed her, resulting in her grinning warmly at him.
“I love you too, Daddy, and you Tash. Okay, let's go Uncle Bobby.” She grabbed her uncle's arm and headed down towards the stables.
“Jim,” Tasha started as the others disappeared.
“Tasha, no. We'll talk later but I’m struggling to get my head around this right now. I need to go and book a hotel.” He leapt to his feet and stalked towards the house.
“Jim,” she called after him, unsure how to proceed or whether he was mad with her or her dad.
“Baby, please. Just give me some time,” he said more gently, turning to face her.
“Please don't be mad at me for this,” she pleaded making him frown and shake his head.
“I’m not mad at you. I'm really pissed that he thinks he has any right to ask for help from us after all he's done to you and the fact that you’re even considering it confuses me, but I kind of love that you're thinking about it because it makes you you. The same you that stopped me speaking to Lizzie and embarrassing her in front of her friends.” He walked back towards her. “And you that also reassured my little girl that no matter how pissed I am at her and how much I love you that she is still important to me, her and her brother.” He pulled her to her feet and wrapped her in his arms. She slipped her arms around his waist, her hands beneath his clothes and inhaled deeply as the warmth of his skin warmed her whole body, inside and out.
“I really need to go and find us a hotel room to consummate our marriage, baby,” he moaned as her fingers kneaded the flesh across his back down to his waistband.
“Now?” she moaned, looking up to find him staring down at her and smiling.
“It is quite urgent, honey, especially as we need a room for Bobby and Abby too, unless you want us all to share, but then I don't think my brother will want to witness me tying you to the bed and making you come over and over until you are begging to be fucked, although,” he added, thinking back to Bobby’s request for a diagram.
Tasha heard the sound that left her lips but was unsure whether it was a moan, a gasp, a sigh or a combination of all three, but whatever it was it made Jim smile.
“You have no idea how urgent this hotel room is, Tasha. I am going to make you do things you've never dreamt of and you will never forget,” he pledged, darkly and mysteriously. “So, I am going to go and book our hotel and at some point we need to think of a honeymoon.” He grinned before freeing himself from her grip and wandered back to the house a little lighter and more relaxed than he had been when he’d first begun his trip back indoors.
Thinking back to what Bobby had said about cold showers she wasn't actually sure there was a shower in the world cold enough to cool her ardour right now, so she needed a distraction and Lizzie's list of shops could provide her with that.
Chapter 8
Tasha sat on the bed with her iPad when Jim appeared in the doorway.
“Busy?” he asked wryly, making her laugh.
“Shopping, so yes, very. I’m like a real housewife of Beverley Hills.”
“Hardly, baby.” He climbed onto the bed next to her. “What are you shopping for?” he asked curiously.
“I'm getting married next Monday so I may just need some odds and ends, maybe even a wedding ring.” She grinned, making him grin too. “Oh, and my soon-to-be husband is a bit crazy, but richer than anyone I know and insists on paying for everything so I’m looking at very small, but expensive odds and ends.”
“He sounds like a really great guy, this soon-to-be husband, but if you cast your mind back he already bought you a wedding ring.” Jim closed her iPad case and put it on the floor.
“I meant a wedding ring for him. He's okay, though,” replied Tasha. “If you like that sort of thing.”
“And do you like that sort of thing, your soon-to-be husband in need of a wedding ring?” Jim lay on his side facing her.
“I guess he’ll do until something better comes along.” She flicked through the sheets of paper Lizzie had provided her with meaning she didn't see him move until he was over her and pulling the paper from her grasp, throwing them behind him.
“Hey, my shopping,” she squealed and then began to shriek as he lowered over her, holding her head steady between his hands.
“I said, do you like that sort of thing?” he repeated, staring down at her darkly, making her remember just how much she wanted him.
“I love that sort of thing.” She was desperate to feel his lips against hers.
