“Why?”
“So he can tell me what happened to Didi. That man can find anything within a few minutes.”
I plugged my ears with my fingers. “I can’t hear this kind of stuff!” I shouted and proceeded to hum loudly.
Jonah reached out and snagged me by my waist, pulling me onto his lap. “I won’t say anything else about it,” he promised as his hands slid down to cup my ass.
I don’t know why I asked, but the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. “Did you have fun in Croftridge?”
He gave me a curious look. “I did. If you really want to know, I’ll tell you about it.”
“Nope, I’m good.”
“She looks like you,” he said quietly.
“Who?” I asked, even though I knew who he meant. I needed those extra seconds to push down the hurt that was trying to force its way to the surface.
“Raven. She looks like you.” He ran his finger along my jawline and circled my lips. “She has your lips and chin.”
I rolled my eyes. “I think you were just seeing what you wanted to see.”
The next thing I knew, his phone was in front of me with a precious, chubby little baby face filling the screen. I inhaled deeply. She was beautiful. And she did have my lips and chin.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I admitted.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“It’s all right. I don’t wish my brother any ill will; I just prefer to pretend like he doesn’t exist. Let’s talk about something else,” I suggested.
“I don’t want to talk,” he breathed right before captured my lips with his.
I moaned when he squeezed my cheeks and rocked my hips against his prominent erection. “Me either,” I mumbled against his lips.
Within seconds, we were a frenzy of need. Our hands were all over the place while we tried to get impossibly closer. “Fuck, baby,” he breathed and proceeded to knock everything off the nightstand while he blindly searched for a condom.
He pushed his boxer briefs down far enough to free himself and quickly put on our protection. Then, he shoved my panties to the side and almost savagely pulled me down on his cock while he thrust his hips upward.
There was no adjustment period. No calm before the storm. We were all out fucking from the moment he entered me.
He yanked the cups of my bra down and bared my nipples for his mouth and fingers.
I was on the verge of a major climax within minutes. As if he sensed it, he demanded, “Fucking come, River.”
And I exploded into a million tiny pieces of utter bliss.
When I regained some semblance of reality, I was on my back with Jonah furiously slamming his hips into me. His arms were braced on the bed beside my head giving me the perfect view of every straining muscle as he worked us both over.
He leaned forward to gently kiss my neck and my arms automatically circled around his shoulders. “Give it to me,” he said gruffly before he bit down on the tendon between my neck and shoulder.
I’m not sure what happened next. I know I dug my nails into his back, I think I screamed, and I may have briefly died when my body was forced to the brink of pleasure and shoved over the edge.
Jonah chuckled and smiled down at me. “You okay?”
“Fuck, yes. Can we do that again?”
Chapter Twenty
Judge
