Jas.
My stomach dropped to my toes. “You want to leave and take the kids with you?” I inferred.
“Yes. They deserve a better life, a happier one, and not to ntion, a safer life than you can ever give them. So whether it’s New Zealand or sowhere else, I intend to make sothing pure and wholeso for them. Far away from you, from Neal, from Allegra, and your problems,” Becca confird.
I scowled. “Those are my child and my grandchild. You can’t just take them away from .”
Becca shrugged. “You’re dead, and Tally gave custody of Alessandro to , so, it would seem I can take them away from you. And I will.”
“I don’t intend to stay dead. Everyone who wasn’t supposed to know I was alive knows I’m alive. There’s no point in hiding it anymore. Besides, I left witness protection the mont I left Japan,” I said.
“Japan...” Becca’s eyebrows drew together. Then her eyes widened. “You’re the one who sent the box!”
I inclined my head. “Guilty as charged. I wanted Dahlia to have sothing... of . Even if I could never see her.”
Becca went silent. When we were hardly in the air, she handed Alessandro to her father, undid her seatbelt, and walked briskly to the back of the jet.
I quickly unhooked my seatbelt and went after her, following her. She went all the way back into the jet’s small bedroom and was just closing the door behind her when I stopped it with my hand.
“Becca?” I asked as she turned her back to . I stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind us. “Becca...?”
She turned to face , tears streaming down her cheeks. “Damn it, Jas, why do you make it so impossible to hate you!”
My breath caught, and I pulled her to , wrapping her in my arms.
Becca choked on a sob and beat her fists against my chest. “Damn you... DAMN you, Jas...”
I threaded my fingers in Becca’s hair, cupping the back of her head, pulling her face to my chest. “I’m sorry, Becca. I wanted to do the right thing.”
“The right thing would have been to tell you’re alive,” Becca sniffled. “I an, you told NEAL, and you don’t even like him! I thought you loved .”
“I do,” I said fiercely. I tugged her head back so she was looking up at . “I do love you. More than anything. I love you, and Dahlia, and Alessandro. You are my life.”
Becca frowned at . “Did you think I couldn’t keep your secret? Why? Why Neal and not ?”
“Because it’s Neal. Because he hates . Witness protection wouldn’t have suspected contacting him. But they sure as hell would suspect contacting you, as would my enemies. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. I didn’t want you hurt any more than you already have been,” I explained.
Becca thumped her fist against my chest again. “You did hurt . More than you could possibly imagine.”
“I know,” I said. “I know, and I’m sorry.”
We looked at each other for a long mont. Then I couldn’t resist. I dipped my head down for a kiss.
Becca shoved away. “Sorry doesn’t cut it. You’ve just shown what a faithless asshole you really are. Don’t you DARE try to kiss !”
She might as well have stabbed in the heart. I took a deep breath and leaned back against the door so I wouldn’t pursue her across the room. “Becca, things were good between us. They can be again. Please give another chance. A chance to make it up to you.”
“Words. Those are all just words. You. Neal. Chad—”
“Don’t you DARE compare to that asshole!” I growled, stalking across the room to grip Becca by the upper arms.
Becca t my eyes, her own flashing with anger. “Why must every man lie and make promises they can’t keep?”
My nostrils flared. “I’m sorry for what’s happened up to this point, Becca. I’m sorry my life and Neal’s life have caused so much pain to you. But I’m not even comfortable with you lumping Chad in with Neal. We’ve tried, Becca. We’ve actually put in the effort and tried. Don’t you understand? So things are simply beyond our control. Beyond my control. But, I’ve got a safe place for us now. You won’t have to worry about anything or ever want for anything.”
“I’m a person, not a poodle, Jas. You can’t keep cooped up in a place with a fenced-in yard and throw so treats my way and expect to be happy. All I ever wanted was my independence. A chance to prove myself. Now? I’m supposed to sit around like a houseplant. That’s not what I want, Jas,” Becca argued.
“How about, for five minutes, you stop thinking about what you want and think about what those children need!” I yelled, exasperated. “They need safety and a mother and father who love them. I can’t help the danger you’re in, I really can’t. I can only tell you that you are in danger, and you need to reevaluate your life based on that, not trot out shopping just because you’re feeling a little cooped up. My GOD Becca, what if you’d been kidnapped? Killed? What would have happened to the kids then?”
“I see you and Neal have been talking behind my back,” Becca seethed. “But then, Lester, I guess I always knew you had been. I just didn’t know who you were. I made a mistake. I can admit that. But at least I didn’t get in bed with criminals.”
I snorted. “Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but you’ve been in my bed, and Neal’s, and we’re both criminals.”
Becca’s hand flew up, and she slapped .
I’d expected it and rely grunted. “Truth hurts.”
Becca just stood there, shaking, her palm red from slapping .
I took her palm and put it to my lips, kissing it. “Feel better now?”
“No,” she said and kneed in the groin.
****
Becca.
As Jas doubled over, I stord towards the door.
Jas caught around the waist, and I squealed as he threw down on the bed, pinning under his body.
“I think that was uncalled for,” Jas rumbled.
“I don’t,” I shot back, struggling.
Jas’s hands pinned my wrists, his hips against my hips, keeping anchored to the bed.
After a while, I noted sothing hard poking in the stomach.
“Really?” I asked, though my cheeks flushed with desire.
Jas shrugged. “I can’t get a hard-on for the woman I love?”
“Not when she’s this pissed off at you,” I grumbled, though need began to pool between my legs.
“Must be so new rules, then, because I think you’re sexy even when you’re angry,” Jas said. He rubbed the faint stubble of his cheek against mine. “Didn’t you miss at all, Becca?”
I swallowed a wave of confusing emotions. “Of course, I missed you. I mourned you,” I replied, looking away from him.
Jas nuzzled my neck, placing featherlight kisses along my skin, causing goosebumps to rise from my head to my toes.
“Jas,” I whispered.
“What do you want, Becca?” Jas asked in my ear. “Tell .”
My body was on fire. I couldn’t concentrate. All I knew right now was that Jas was here, he was alive... and I loved and hated him in equal asure.
“F*ck ,” I demanded, turning my face to his, smashing our mouths together.
The kiss was punishing. Jas’s tongue did not ask to enter my mouth—it demanded. As our tongues battled for dominance, Jas undid his belt.
When we broke for air, Jas tied my wrists with his belt over my head. I leaned up and bit his lower lip, almost drawing blood.
Jas growled and shoved my shirt and bra up, his teeth descending to my nipples.
I cried out as he worried about the sensitive buds between his teeth.
Milk beaded on one of my nipples, and Jas lapped it up with the flat of his tongue. “You taste good,” he murmured with a wicked smile. “Everywhere.”
I shivered at the predatory look in his eyes. I relished it. “Do what you want, but don’t rip my clothes. We have to go back out there and face the others.”
“Got it. Clothes ripping later,” Jas teased. Then all teasing faded from his expression, and he took my pants and panties off with one firm yank.
“Who says there’s going to be a later?” I countered, spreading my legs wide as he undid his pants. His large c*ck sprang free, making my mouth water.
Jas slid two fingers into , pumping them roughly before he added a third.
I cried out, lifting my hips to et his hand. I needed this. I needed HIM so badly. “Jas, F*CK, Jas, F*CK !”
Jas withdrew his fingers and placed the head of his hard c*ck at my entrance. “Tell you want .”
“I want you,” I said, almost desperately.
Jas leaned down so he was nose-to-nose with . “Tell you love .”
It wasn’t fair. I hiccuped a sob. He didn’t deserve to hear the words, and he knew it.
But then, this was the father of my child, my Jas who had co back from the dead.
“I-I love you,” I whispered.
Jas groaned and fused his lips to mine, thrusting his c*ck in to the hilt with one sure motion.
His thrusts were strong, possessive. I lowered my bound arms over the back of his neck, hanging on for dear life as Jas f*cked hard and fast. I was going to be sore when this was over, and it was going to be so delicious.
I wrapped my legs around Ja’s waist, but even that wasn’t enough for him. He gripped my hips and forced himself deeper, deeper, and deeper still with every downstroke.
“Jas,” I whimpered as he moved his thumb in to massage my cl*t. I arched my back, my breasts rubbing against his shirt, leaving wet marks of milk that mixed with his sweat.
Then I broke apart, an explosive orgasm rolling over . I bit down on Jas’s shoulder so I wouldn’t scream and possibly rouse the troops outside.
Jas groaned again, spilling his hot seed inside . The way it went on and on indicated to that he’d also been going without sex for so ti.
It was, of course, at this mont that I realized I wasn’t on depo and Jas hadn’t worn a condom. “Oh, f*ck.”
As he was undoing my wrists, Jas looked down at , hearing my concern. “What is it, beautiful?”
“We didn’t use protection!” I hissed, staring down at the c*ck that was still embedded in as Jas sat up.
“Oh.” Jas looked down at our connected bodies. “Well, we’ll just have to rember next ti.”
I scowled. “What makes you think there’s going to be a next ti?”
Jas grinned and rolled his hips, making go almost cross-eyed with lust. “Just a feeling,” he said innocently.
I sighed and put my hands over my face. Jas was right. After having him, I was going to want him again, and again. Like chocolate.
I was well and truly f*cked.
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