James (Resisting Love #3)(44)

“Your cousin has needs, just like everyone else,” he advises.

“Too much information,” I scoff.

“The women here love my accent, too,” Trey adds, wearing a shit-eating grin.

“Of course they do,” I deadpan.

“Aussie women are hot. You never told me that,” he chastises.

I rub my forehead. “Right. I must have forgotten. Just make sure you wrap up your willy, Trey.”

I walk out to the sound of their thundering laughter.

***





Chapter Twenty-Four


James


I get home from my new job as business manager for one of Chase’s new companies, grinding my teeth when I see Tatiana’s cop car parked in my driveway. I have no idea why she'd be here, but luckily Sasha’s not home. She'd probably be getting arrested right now if she was. She gets out of her car when she sees me, shutting the door behind her.

“What are you doing here, Tatiana?” I ask her.

“Just need to talk with you about The Safe House. Will only take a second James, okay?”

I nod and unlock the front door. We walk inside and I tell her to sit at the dining table where we can discuss things.

“What’s the problem? You could have called me, you know,” I tell her. She suddenly stands up to take off her jacket. She drops it to the floor.

She is wearing nothing underneath.

Nothing.

I can’t help it when my gaze roams over the familiar curve of her breast, but its more shock than anything else. I don’t feel anything when I stare at Tatiana. There's no want, no need. I only want Sasha, and that’s never going to change.

I turn around and clear my throat.

“Get dressed. You need to leave, now.” I demand, my voice brokering no argument.

“James,” she purrs, and the sound grates on my nerves.

“Now!” I yell, my fingers clenching into fists. If Sasha walked in right now, there would be no second chance for me. The thought makes me panic.

“Leave. Don’t ever come back, Tatiana,” I say in a lethal tone when she tries to talk to me again.

“Your loss,” she hisses.

She finally leaves, shutting the door behind her, and I lean onto the wall for support, relief taking over my body.

Twenty minutes later, Sasha comes home. Talk about a f*cking close call.

“Hey,” she says as she sees me, walking over and giving me a kiss. I grip her hips with my palms and pull her closer to me.

“Hey, you look beautiful,” I tell her. And she does. Tight jeans, showing off the roundness of her ass and a tight black t-shirt.

“Thank you,” she says coyly.

“Where were you?”

“Stopped off at Ryder’s to see Trey,” she says. I can tell she wants me when her eyes linger on my mouth.

“Listen, Tatiana stopped by-”

“What did she want?” she asks, her attitude changing. I love the flush that turns her cheeks when she gets mad.

“Well, I guess she wanted me, but-”

“What the hell does that mean?” she fires.

“She may have tried to seduce me,” I explain sheepishly. “I told her to leave and never come back. It won’t happen again,” I tell her, my eyes and tone conveying that I'll make sure it doesn’t.

“I can’t even leave you alone for a minute,” she says, crossing her arms against her chest. The motion draws my gaze to her plumped breasts. I always thought they were the perfect size, a little over a handful.

“Eyes up here, buddy.” She laughs, making the objects of my attention jiggle. In one swift move I lift her up and over my shoulder, ignoring her squeal of surprise. I head to our bedroom and throw her down on it, instantly covering my body with hers. I kiss her greedily, my tongue delving into her mouth, swiping at hers. I clasp our hands together, intertwining our fingers. I raise them above her head, pressing them into the bed as I move my mouth from her lips to the curve of her jaw.

“James?” she says my name huskily, her voice raspy with pleasure.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck me,” she begs.

***

Soft and pliant in my arms, Sasha offers me a lazy, sated smile. I am so head over heels for this woman, it’s almost embarrassing. I brush a stray lock of inky black hair from her face, leaning forward to kiss her on the temple. Sasha is so precious. And all mine. I can’t suppress the sappy grin that I know is plastered on my face.

“James?”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“You needa pick up Jye from daycare,” she says. I glance over at the clock, and what do you know, I have twenty minutes to get there. I jump in the shower first, cos I figure smelling like sex would be inappropriate, and head off to go and pick up Jye.

I stop at the park on the way home, so Jye and I can have an hour or so of playing time together. He looks so adorable in his superman t-shirt, dark jeans and Converses. I push him on the swings, delighting in his chuckles and squeals of pleasure. When he's had enough of them, I lift him in the air so his face is level with mine. His eyes, so like my own stare back at me. I kiss him on the nose and then take him to the slide.

“Weeee,” he shouts as he slides down, and I chuckle, pulling out my camera to record the moment. Yes, I am now one of those parents.