“You mean that wasn’t the best kiss you’ve ever had?”
Her cheeks had flushed. “It rated one higher than the kiss with Marc Maddocks when I was fifteen. That was like kissing a dishwasher.”
Jake wasn’t offended. Judging by the pinkness on her face and the way her breasts were heaving as she spoke, he evaluated he’d rocked something.
“Thanks. At least you won’t forget it. Can I get you a drink?” Jake knew that if she stropped out of here now, he’d be left answering more than a few questions, not something that particularly bothered him.
“I’d rather drink from my horses’ trough.”
“It was only a kiss, Lainey. And you saved me from the possibility of having some of those women launch their underwear at me.”
Her eyes narrowed, and he was pretty sure that the amount of steam coming out of her ears was enough to power half of the town.
“Does that happen a lot?”
Jake shrugged, giving her his best innocent look.
Lainey didn’t shake her head. She didn’t slap him, or walk away.
Instead, she took a step closer, closer enough so that there was little room between their bodies. All of a sudden, Jake was drowning in her scent, his heart doing somersaults in her chest, and when she leaned it to press her lips against his, he was certain he’d just stepped into a parallel universe.
When her hand slipped between them, over his stomach, across his belt and then down, down, to where his dick was starting to stir.
She cupped her hand over his hardening cock and squeezed, just enough to let him know that any man who had the pleasure of getting her into bed would never tire of trying to tame her and would never succeed.
As quick as the movement was, it was over. Another peck and she reversed away, giving him a sweet wave as she exited onto Severton’s high street, leaving him both gawping after her and worrying to fuck what she was going to do as revenge.
Chapter Four
“That kiss though.”
Lainey turned around in the kitchen that wasn’t of her dreams and stared at her sister. As far as sisters went, Imogen was passable, and Lainey was almost glad her parents hadn’t returned her to the wolves from where she clearly came.
However, if Imogen mentioned that kiss one more time, Lainey was going to use her for soup.
“That kiss was Jake Maynard’s stunt to piss me off.” Lainey wasn’t yet ready to admit that the kiss had woken up something that had been hibernating since Hugo of the small penis, but she was putting it down to the two mouthfuls of alcohol she’d imbibed before he’d possessed her mouth.
Possessed. She shook her head. It sounded like a bad romance novel.
“That stunt had every woman in the room wishing she was you.” Imogen still had a dreamy look about her. “Can I be chief bridesmaid? I know it should be Cat because she’s the eldest, but you know I’d organise the best hen party.”
Lainey didn’t respond, just opened up the ceramic hen which was where eggs were meant to be stored and found it was empty.
“Im, what did you have for lunch yesterday?” She knew her sister well.
“Egg mayo. The rest is in the fridge, why?” Imogen was looking at her phone. “Oh shit, Shay’s got a picture on here with him andthreewomen. Don’t doctors have some code of ethics they have to follow?”
Lainey reached over and took the phone. “They do, but it doesn’t stretch to foursomes.” She shook her head. “He’s really trying to sow some oats. I hope Aunt Marie doesn’t see this.” Shay was exactly ten months older than Lainey, and they swung between being close and irritating the hell out of each other. He was the only boy out of the five of them, and they’d ganged up on him mercilessly when they were kids.
Imogen snatched her phone back. “She follows him, so she will have seen it. Oh, here’s one of Seph. Who’s that he’s with?”
Imogen stuck her phone in front of Lainey’s face. Seph Callaghan was their cousin, and almost as bad as Shay in term of his manwhoring ways.
“Think it’s the new partner who’s working at the firm. Georgia?” Lainey turned her attention to looking in the cupboard to see if there were any more eggs. She was hungry and the cupboard was bare.
“I remember now. Georgia.” Imogen looked up. “Jake keeps hens. Why don’t you go and get half a dozen from him?”
Because Lainey would rather die.
