Page 109 of Wrecked
Isla, my two-year-old, makes a whining noise from her bed but gives a big cheeky grin when I go over to give her a kiss and cuddle. She looks more like me, and I have a feeling that she's going to be the troublemaker between the two.
After tucking them in and turning on their star lamp, I step out of their room and pull the door shut, pressing my palm to the wood for a second.
“They have you wrapped around their fingers.”
Swinging my head to the side, I catch Jasmine leaning against the wall of the hallway, her hands pinned behind her back and a sly smile on her lips. My eyes make a sweep over her body and I stalk slowly over to her, lifting my hands to rest on either side of her head. Just seeing her has my head switching gears in a matter of seconds.
Leaning in, I run my nose up the side of her cheek, sucking in air as I go, and then stop by her ear. “Is that right?”
“Mhmm,” she murmurs, closing her eyes.
I further trap her by pressing my body closer to hers, and then move a hand to her jaw so I can run my thumb across her plump bottom lip. “I'd like to have these wrapped around my cock.”
Her eyes fly open, and I can see the desire building in them as her pupils widen. A devilish smirk pulls at her lips right before she opens her mouth and sucks my thumb into it. A groan rumbles from my chest as I watch her lips suck and at the same time, I feel her tongue swirl around my digit. I thrust my pelvis against her so she can feel what she's doing to me and she hums with delight.
I pull my finger from her lips abruptly and slide my hand down her body, slipping under the waistband of her pants. I watch her as I press the same thumb that was in her mouth onto her clit, moving in slow circles. She lets out a stuttered breath as I continue my ministrations, and my lips brush against the skin of her jaw and cheek before I capture her mouth with mine.
I know we'll have to take this to the bedroom or downstairs, but for the moment, I don't want to stop. With my body pressed firmly against hers, I delve deeper into the kiss, slipping my tongue past her lips to stroke against hers. I circle faster over her clit, ready to press a finger inside her. But then the doorbell chimes, interrupting my efforts.
I tear my lips from hers, breathing heavily. “Were you expecting someone?”
She shakes her head and drops it back to the wall.
“Should we ignore it?” As soon as I say that, the doorbell goes off again. Whoever it is is going to wake up the girls if they keep at it. I rest my forehead against hers with a groan and reluctantly withdraw my hand from her pussy. “To be continued.”
I back away from her toward the stairs, waiting until her eyes are focused on me again before I lift my hand to my mouth and lick off the taste of her wetness. “Delicious.”
Jasmine pushes off the wall and saunters toward me with an amused grin. Once she's in front of me, her eyes drop to my crotch. “You should probably fix that before you try answering the door.” She pats my chest as she moves past me. “I'll just get it.”
I chuckle as I adjust myself and then blow out a breath before turning around and following after her. She's just opening the door to a woman I've never seen before when I reach her.
“Oh, hi,” the woman says to Jasmine and then focuses her attention on me. “Are you Campbell Baxter?”
My brows furrow. “I am.”
“Oh good,” she breathes out like she's relieved. “My name is Remi. The reason I'm here is that we have a mutual acquaintance. And I'm hoping you'll be able to help me out with something.” Jasmine and I share a confused look before turning back to her. “Does Jacob Stark ring a bell?”
And just like that, my insides feel like a wave just tumbled through them and disturbed everything from its place. The muscles that line my shoulders tense up, and my forehead creases. “Jacob?”
“Good, you do remember him. Well, he and I actually live about two hours away.”
I stare at her silently, trying not to let the surprise show on my face.
He's been released from prison?
And lives so close to me?
Fuck.
Deep breaths.
I'm sure I probably could have found out where he was being held and for how long if I had asked the right people. But I wasn't in the right state of mind for the first handful of years, and then it was working on myself, my relationship with Jasmine, and my career. Then the kids came along and took up the rest of my head space.
But maybe remaining oblivious was also a way to subconsciously release myself from any responsibility toward him.
“What do you need my help with?” I ask her, taking hold of Jasmine's hand
She shifts on her feet. “Okay, well, the thing is, he didn't do what he was accused of.”
