From what I’d seen on the cameras around Kiera’s home, I had a feeling she had developed a little addiction to alcohol, and I wanted to see how long she could go with the glass of wine standing on the table before she gave in.
“Let’s talk about Alec.”
Her brows lifted to her hairline.“Why the hell do you want to talk about Alec?”
“Because. Do you love him?”
She rolled her eyes.“Of course.”
I snorted at the insincerity in her voice.“Maybe try to sound a little more convincing next time, Kiki.”Her lips pursed as she looked away, unable to hold my scrutinizing stare.“Answer me this,then. Does he make you happy?”
“He takes care of Billie and me.”
“So, you’re using him for his moneythen?”
Her eyes flashed to mine, anger shining in them at my accusation.“As much as he uses me.”
My brow lifted. I’d expected her to attempt to convince me she was happy and in love with the man she would one day marry. For some inexplicable reason, the streak of jealousy I’d felt in the shower washed through me once more.
Why the hell was someone as deserving as Kiera wasting her life in a loveless relationship?
I shutthatthought down before it could fully take hold. Kiera wasn’t deserving of anything. She was nothing but a liar and a cheat, and the longer she sat in front of me with her delectable body on display, the more I was getting ready to make her cheat on her fiancé once more.
I sipped my whiskey, dragging out the silencethathad surrounded us before asking,“Has he ever made you come?”
A flush covered her cheeks, flowing down to her delicate throat and chest.“I’m not talking about mine and Alec’s sex life with you.”
I hid my smirk as she uncrossed her arms to grab the glass of wine from the table, gulping down an enormous mouthful. I knew it wouldn’t be long until she caved. Placing the glass back down, her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip.
Fuck, I wanted that mouth on me.
Lifting my gaze to meet hers, I tried my hardest not to focus on the way my cock was pulsing in my boxers.“Answer the question. Or maybe you’d like me to phone him to ask if he knows you fake it when he fucks you.”
Kiera shook her head, muttering more silent curses.“You’re a real asshole sometimes, Jackson. You knowthat.”
“Justsometimes?”I replied, grinning at her, knowing it would irk her. Sure enough, she met my grin with a scowl, her eyes flashing with fury.“Come on, Kiki. I want to know if he’s ever made you scream.”
“No. He hasn’t. Happy now?”She reached for the glass of wine again, this time downing the rest of the contents.
“Delirious.”
Standing, I strode back to the bar to grab the wine bottle, silently gloatingthatit wasn’tjustme who had failed to make Kiera come. But with gloating came determination. I didn’t know why I had the sudden need to be the one to make Kiera come when her fiancé couldn’t.
Call it male pride.
Or maybe it was my own stubborn pride, because I didn’t think Kiera was incapable of reaching a climax. She wasn’t broken like she’d whispered back at the cornfield. Shejustneeded someone to learn what made her squeal.
Returning with the bottle, I topped her glass up. She had the patience to wait until I was back in my seat before she snatched the glass and drained the entire contents. So much for wanting to be sober enough to pick her daughter up if the need arose.
“Can you make yourself come?”I asked, returning to the line of questioning as I filled her glass for a third time.
Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson, and her reply was barely a whisper.“Sometimes.”
“Show me.”
I took my seat again, my legs spreading wide to accommodate my rigid cock. Kiera’s eyes dropped to the bulge before her gaze traveled leisurely over my abs and chest, before looking away when she realized I was smirking at her ogling me.
“How much longer are you going to be playing these games with me for?”she asked quietly, almost hesitantly.
