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chuckles. “Tell me something else, something that gives you a little more depth.”

My step-father fell in love with me and left everything when he died and now my mother and step-brother are after me for my inheritance which nobody knows about because it’s the most twisted, fucked up story in existence, and I simply can’t tell it.

“There really isn’t much to tell.” I smile sweetly. “I’m an only child, I have a mother and a father like the rest of you, but my father has been out of the picture for quite some time. I don’t know where he is, some gang somewhere last I heard. My mother remarried, my step-father was ... kind, and then he passed, and here I am. Working to become something.”

“I mean, that’s not nothing,” Daniel says, brows raised. “That’s quite something to dig through.”

Stop saying quite. It’s so ... 1912.

“Well, yeah, I guess it is.”

“So, your father, you don’t know where he is?”

Lie.

I do know where he is.

He runs some big ass gang a few towns over and has no idea I live this close. Mom said he tried to spend time with me when I was growing up but she “refused” because he was “dangerous” and then he gave up. I often wonder if he did give up, or if she just kept him at a distance. I think about him quite a lot, but I try not to, because, well, if he wanted to see me, he would.

Rather childish of me, I figure, but oh well.

“No, I don’t,” I tell Daniel. “I haven’t seen him since I was eight.”

“That’s a long time.”

“Hey, I’m not that old!” I laugh.

Daniel grins. “That’s not what I meant. Were you close to him?”

I close off those memories, the ones that make my heart ache. Those memories, they’re hard memories, memories I keep hidden. They’re the reason I took affection from my step-father, the reason I let him get close to me, the reason we did something that we really shouldn’t have. I was craving something I had long been denied.

“Yes, I guess.”

“And he left and never came back?”

“Something like that, what about you? What’s your family like?”

Daniel smiles. “They’re great. My mom and dad are still together and my two sisters are both in the medical field. My dad was a doctor also, so I guess we just wanted to go down that path also.”

Right.

Of course he did.

I smile. But it feels forced. “That’s great.”

We chat and eat dinner for the next few hours, and as I have a few more wines, I get a little more comfortable with his boring conversation. I really do find him bland, but he is incredibly nice and maybe my issues need to put themselves to bed so I’m not always looking for a grumpy, broody, dick of a man to make me feel better. Maybe I should give the nice ones a go. They deserve a chance, more so than the rest.

Daniel offers me a ride home, and on the way he stops to show me the local lookout, also known as the place people make out and have sex in their cars. Not a bad spot, really. It is nice, you can see the whole town from up here, the lights shining up into the night sky. I sit in the passenger side, a little uncomfortable, but I try to just enjoy what he’s attempting to do.

“Would it be too forward if I asked to kiss you right now?”

There it is, that 1912 vibe again.

Still, I turn to him and smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Perhaps he’s an incredible kisser who will make me weak at the knees and suddenly any thoughts of him being too nice will disappear as he fucks me wildly in this car. Some men are really nice on the outside, but demons in the bedroom.

He leans over and kisses me.

Hmmm.

It’s nice, of course. His lips are gentle and he’s not hungry, shoving his tongue into my mouth like he hasn’t been kissed in years, but it’s so ... well ... nice. There is no passion, no tangling of fingers in hair, no scratching or nipping.

I’m getting ahead of myself.

I calm down and sink into the kiss, and it does get a little more adventurous when he pulls me over onto his lap. Okay, maybe he does have a little more fire in him than I first thought.

Is it normal to have this much inner monologue during a time like this?

I think I should ask my therapist about that.

Daniel makes a growling sound, which is kind of hot, and the kiss deepens. I can feel his erection poking into me and so I grind against it a little, letting him know that I’m more than happy to take it further. It has been a while, and I’m in desperate need of this kind of release. I’m a girl who loves sex, what can I say? I mean, what is there not to love about it? A man, a penis, and all the masculine vibes that come with it.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Daniel asks, pulling away from the kiss. “I’m more than happy to wait.”

Well, of course he is.

“I want to do this,” I say, reaching down between us and pulling my panties to the side. “Feel and you’ll see.”

“Oh, oh,” he says, suddenly a little shocked.

God.

I take his hand and place it between my legs. His eyes widen and, for a second, he actually tries to jerk his hand away, but quickly stops himself and starts roaming. And when I say roaming, I mean roaming. The man’s fingers are unskilled and clumsy, he is touching everything but my clitoris. I can tell he’s uncomfortable, so I shift away and let him remove his hand.

“Do you want to do this?” I ask. “It’s okay if you want to stop.”

“No, no, I do,” he says.

He reaches down and unzips his pants, and when I feel him jerking, I realize he’s gone

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