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“Okay, we can just lie here.” His hand picks up mine and tangles our fingers together, resting them in between us. We lie there for a couple hours more. So much is going through my mind. Travis is my father. My father is a very powerful and dangerous man. Wonderful. Now I understand my mom’s decision to leave him. A lot of good that did. I need to get out of here. Travis needs to let me leave. Maybe since he knows that I’m his daughter, he’ll let me go now.
Jett is absently rubbing his thumb on my knuckles. I focus on that, no longer wanting to think about Travis. I need Jett to help me forget. I quickly swing my leg over his body and straddle him. I lean down and kiss his perfect lips. Begging him to let me in with my tongue. His mouth opens as he brings his arms around my waist, pulling me into him. I gently suck on his tongue, moaning into his mouth. I can feel him getting hard underneath me. He quickly picks me up and turns me over so he is now on top, pressing into me.
“Emily. We can’t do this right now,” he grunts, pulling my hands out of his hair and holding them above my head. “You’re dealing with something I don’t understand. I can’t be your distraction.”
“What the hell? You’ve been my distraction for the last three days. Distraction from this prison. I should have been thinking of how to get out of here the entire time, but instead I was thinking about you. How much I want to feel you inside me, filling me. How twisted is that?” I exhale. He still hasn’t moved. His body and his eyes have me pinned.
“Emily, I’ve never wanted anyone so badly in my entire life. I would like nothing better than to slam my dick into your sweet pussy. Feel how hard you make me?” He rubs his dick on my sex. I tremble.
I think I just had an orgasm.
“I think about you all the time. I’ve jacked off more these last three days than I have in years. And it fucking isn’t working. It’s not enough. But I can’t stop feeling like I’m taking advantage of you being locked in here.”
“You wouldn’t,” I breathe out.
“When you leave here, I can’t have you thinking that you didn’t have a choice.”
I laugh. He cocks an eyebrow. “Seriously, how many women have told you no?” I ask.
“Well… that’s not the point.” He chuckles. “Please know that I’m not telling you no because I don’t want you, because good Lord, Emily, you are unraveling me more and more everyday.” He kisses me softly. He sits up pulling me with him. I’m straddling him again.
“Do you want to tell me why you were screaming at the top of your lungs this morning? I mean, holy shit, do you have a loud scream.” He flashes a smile.
“I was releasing some pent-up anger. I would have rather beat the shit out of something, but nothing was in there.” I shrug, twisting my lips. “No, this is between Travis and me. I need to talk to him. Can you get him for me?” I ask.
I need to find out what his plans are. I also want to know more about him and my mom. I only had ten short years with her, and I love when people share stories about her. If Travis was the love of her life, and it seems she was his, I want to know more.
“Are you sure about that?” Jett questions.
“Yes,” I sigh.
Jett lifts me off the bed and carries me into the bathroom, sitting me on the sink. He kisses me passionately. Deeply. Not forced, not rushed, but with more feeling than our previous kisses. He bites the bottom of my lip and stares directly into my eyes. With his hands on both sides of my head, he leans his head against my forehead and sighs.
“Fate can be so fucked-up sometimes.” He kisses my forehead and walks out.
Welcome to my life.
Chapter Nineteen
I’M SITTING AT the table reading a book when Travis comes into the room. He walks over to the other chair and sits down. It’s a quiet couple of minutes before either of us speak.
“Did you know that when I met your mom she told me her name was Renee?” he asks.
Well, shit. No. If I had thought that my mom ever used her middle name I would not have used it on my fake license. But it makes sense now about how he reacted when he saw it. I shake my head.
“When she finally told me her real name, I had already fallen in love with Renee. So that is what I always called her. She didn’t stop me, so it stuck.” I can tell how much she meant to him. His eyes shine with so much emotion. “We met in Mexico. I was on a business trip and she was on a vacation. She had graduated college and was there with some friends. The first time I saw her we were at an outdoor bar right on the beach. Her beauty caught my eye immediately. I watched her the entire night. I felt a little stalker-ish, which was so unlike me.” He chuckles but then continues. “I usually went after what I wanted, but she kind of scared me. I was a cocky bastard back then; if I wanted something, I got it.” He smirks. “But I was so afraid that she would reject me, so I watched her, how she smiled and talked to everyone. Everyone immediately liked your mom.”
I hang on to every word he’s saying about my mom. I believe everything coming out of his mouth. Everyone loved my mom.
“I couldn’t get up enough courage to talk to her that night, so I went back every night, hoping she would be there. And every night I would leave regretting not talking to her on the first night because she wasn’t there. On the fourth night I told myself this would be the last night: if she wasn’t there, it wasn’t meant to be. But she was. I had never been so nervous about approaching a girl… ever. I finally found the courage to ask her to dance. When she spoke to me, she had the softest, kindest voice. I thought I was dreaming. We danced and talked all night long. I wanted her to myself, so I got her to take a walk with me on the beach. We talked for hours about anything and everything. I had never met anyone like her. She was only in Mexico for two more days, so I asked her if I could take her on a date the next night. Here I was only two years older than your mom but a very powerful man already, and I truly thought I would cry if she didn’t say yes. She already had the power to destroy me, and she had no idea.”
When Travis says that, I remember what Jett said to me.
I’m destroying him.
Our situation is different, though. He doesn’t love me. We have explosive sexual chemistry, but that doesn’t mean we can’t live without each other. He doesn’t even know my real name. The reality of it all is that we aren’t going to end up happily ever after. He’s a means to an end.
My heart hurts just thinking that.
