“Make me come.”
“Yes, ma’am.”Histhumb found my clit outside of my shorts and gently worked it side-to-side.
“More,”Iwhispered, sinking into the couch as every synapse focused on his touch, ready to fire at his command.
“One question,”Jackmurmured against my lips.Whena whimper was my only response, he continued. “Whathappens ifIlet you come?”
“I’ll return the favor and we’ll call it even.”
“And after?”
“We go back to being neighbors.”
There was a hitch in his ministrations. “Thenthis is as far asI’mgonna let you get,” he whispered before easing off me.
The cool air marking the absence of him was more of an insult than the lack of an orgasm.
“What the hell?”Iblistered.
His eyes were stormy and serious as he hovered over me. “Oncewon’t be enough for me.Iwant more.”
I gaped at him. “Youexpect me to?—”
“Be honest with yourself, the wayIam.”
I rocked my ass, seeking a little more friction, butJackgrabbed my hips and pinned my ass to the couch.
“Webarelylike each other,”Isaid.
“I like you enough to?—”
“Don’t say that.Don’tgive me those cliché lines.Iwrite that shit.Hateto break it to you, but it doesn’t affect me.”
Jack shrugged like the last ten minutes hadn’t just happened. “Whenyou want more, come find me.”
I scoffed. “Seriously?”
There was a weight in his gaze. “I’mnot a rebound,Roar.I’mnot a summertime fantasy.”
“I don’t think being stranded in the middle of nowhere in an old, creepy house is a fantasy,”Isnapped. “I’mnot sticking around for more.I’llbe gone at the end of the summer.Youknow that.”
He just shrugged. “Youwant another slice beforeIput the leftovers in the fridge?”
Was he for real?
I grabbed my phone off the coffee table.Whoeverwanted my attention had called again, kicking off another set of rings. “I’mleaving,”Isnapped.
“Running away.Hownovel,” he said drolly with his back to me. “Iwouldn’t expect anything less from you.”
The sun was just starting to dance across the horizon asIstormed across the hedge path.Justwho the hell did he think he was?Andwhat the hell had just happened?
I was so caught up in my fury thatIdidn’t see the hole where a mostly dead bush had once lived.Ijolted as my right foot slammed into the hole andIcareened forward.Ishrieked asIface-planted on the ground.Sharppain bloomed hot and fast around my ankle before settling into a dull throb.
“Shit,”Igroaned asIrolled over onto my back, just in time to hearJack’sfront door slam.
An asshole-sized shadow loomed over me.Ipeeled open my eyes to see him huff as he set his hands on his hips.
“What amIgonna do with you?”
