Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I force the thought away.
The sound of splashing interrupts my thoughts, prompting me to rise and draw back the blinds. Jackson is in the pool, each stroke as he wades through the water accentuating his sculpted muscles. God, he is beautiful. Go to bed, Georgia. Don’t do it. Don’t even think about it. “Dammit…” I curse myself as I throw caution to the wind. When do I do the right thing anyway?
Grabbing my white bikini out of my suitcase, I change and head downstairs.
The sound of the sliding glass door as I open it grabs his attention, and he spots me as I walk out. “Mind if I join you?” The lights from the pool reflect off his glistening chest. He lifts his arms, brushing his fingers through his wet hair, tempting me more.
“Sure that’s a good idea?”
He’s giving me a chance to make the right decision. Noah’s inside. “Watch out for him.”
“I think it’s a great idea. Unless you want me to—”
“Get in the fuckin’ pool, Peach.”
I can’t hold back my smile as I dive in. When I emerge, Jackson is inches from me. I run my hands through my hair, pushing my breasts out farther, practically asking for trouble.
“You know how this looks. If Noah walks out…”
“Like two people having an innocent swim?” I ask, sucking in my bottom lip.
He swims around me. “Is this innocent, Peach?”
“I’m not sure.”
My heart rate spikes. He’s behind me now, the heat of his body radiating against my skin. Tension builds between my thighs. His warm breath brushes against my earlobe. “What exactly do you think is going to happen that makes this not innocent?”
He’s baiting me. He wants me to admit what I want. His hand loops around my belly, tugging me against him, and I gasp. He’s hard everywhere. His erection presses between my ass cheeks. My body feels like it’s on fire, a surge of lust coursing through me. My nipples tighten. “What do you think—”
The sound of the sliding glass door resonates through the backyard, and Jackson releases me. When I twist around, he’s already on the other side of the pool.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Noah walks up, his eyes shifting from me to his father. “Wow, you two didn’t take long.”
“Noah, knock it off.”
“No, fuck that. Can’t you get your own pussy so you have to go after—”
“I said knock it off,” Jackson snaps.
Noah shifts his anger toward me. “And you—why am I not surprised? Should’ve seen what a fucking slut you were the day I met you.”
“Noah! That’s enough.”
“You’re right; it is enough. Makes me glad I made plans tonight. Get my dick wet since you won’t do it. Enjoy my sloppy seconds, Dad.” Before I can respond, he’s gone.
Silence looms in the night air as Jackson swims to the ledge and climbs out. He reaches for my towel. “Swim time’s over.”
I tread through the water and pull myself out of the pool. Standing in front of him, I look up as he wraps the towel around me, his fingers brushing against the sides of my breasts in the process. I’m frozen, waiting for him to make the next move.
Instead, he says, “Enjoy the rest of your night.” Without another word, he walks into the house, leaving me behind. This is where my mind slips into the darkness—a place where right and wrong blur into nothing. Where logic fades, and all that remains is the relentless, aching need to satisfy the hunger burning inside me.
I know what I need to do.
I step back inside, the cool air doing nothing to calm me. A quick glance out the front window is all I need to know: Noah is gone. My feet carry me upstairs and down the hall until my hand hovers over Jackson’s doorknob. Knocking would give him the chance to send me away, and I don’t know that I’d be able to handle the rejection. My heart in my throat, I twist the knob, push the door open, and walk in, blood whooshing in my ears. “Jackson?”
The sound of running water draws my focus. Before I can think better of it, I find myself standing outside the partially closed bathroom door, pushing it open. The sight steals the air from my lungs. Jackson stands under the spray, steam rising around him, one hand braced against the tile, the other wrapped firmly around his thick cock. A soft gasp escapes me, and his head snaps up, his piercing eyes locking on mine. I should move, turn and run out, but I’m rooted to the spot, unable to tear my eyes away from him.
Even with the intrusion, he doesn’t stop. His fist glides up and down his shaft in measured strokes. His jaw is tight as he watches me. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, a rough murmur that sends a wave of heat straight to my core. “What do you think you’re doing in here, Peach?”