Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)(5)

“Brett, oh my God. I’m so glad you called.”

He steps forward, pulling her into an awkward one-arm hug, never releasing Jesse. Her sweet Southern accent causes my cock to quickly stiffen. My mind instantly drifts to all the fun things I’m going to make her say with that accent while I’m f*cking her mouth tonight. Although that wouldn’t give her much time to talk.

“Hey, Emma. I shouldn’t have called. You didn’t have to come right now,” he says gently.

The vision of her round tits bouncing while she rides me immediately shatters into a million pieces. Damn it, I recognize that name. Fuck, this is Sarah’s little sister.





“YES I did have to come! Sarah tried to shoot you. God, I’m so sorry,” I say, feeling guilty as hell that things have gotten this bad with her. “Is she going to be okay? Have you seen her?” My words have barely come out of my mouth when I notice that his arm is draped around a pretty brunette. “Um…” I stutter, looking back and forth between Brett and the short woman.

It’s obvious that they are together. Her arms are lovingly looped around his waist. Brett is hesitant to answer and stares at me with awkward discomfort? but she boldly looks up at me with a soft, warm smile. I have to give it to her—she’s really f*cking cute.

“Em, this is my girlfriend, Jesse Addison. Gorgeous, this is Sarah’s sister, Emma Jane.”

I am stunned into silence. I probably look like the human version of Wile E. Coyote with my jaw unhinged and on the floor right now. I can’t believe he did it. He finally left her. Sarah’s attack on Brett yesterday now makes a lot more sense.

“Oh my God, is this what yesterday was all about? Is she pissed you started dating?”

“Pretty much. She stole one of my guns then broke into Jesse’s apartment. Led everyone to believe she had Jesse, but thank f*cking Christ, she wasn’t home.”

“Jesus, Brett. That sounds horrible.”

“Sarah’s fine, but this is going to be a long legal road for her. The police were involved this time, and she didn’t just try to hurt herself…” He trails off, and I can tell that he is uncomfortable with what he is about to say. “Listen, Em, we need to talk. I’m not just dating again. I’m in love with Jesse. I filed for divorce, and I’m done with Sarah.”

“Brett…” Jesse tries to softly interrupt.

My eyes slide down to her, but she’s staring up at him, silently pleading. Although I can’t for the life of me figure out why the hell she would be pleading for Sarah.

“No, babe. Don’t. I’ll never forgive her. You told me how you feel, but I’m not you and I can’t just get over it. I’m sorry, but this is something I have to do.”

I honestly can’t believe what I’m witnessing. Since the accident, Brett has never had balls when it comes to Sarah. For the last five years, he has been at her mercy. Babying her and letting her run all over him. Now, this Jesse chick is arguing with him about protecting Sarah. I know I must look confused when he looks back at me.

“I can’t take care of her anymore. I know you two aren’t speaking, but she’s going to need you more than ever. I washed my hands of her last night.”

I can’t help it. I all but plow over that little girl and launch myself into his arms.

“Finally!” I scream. Brett deserves so much more than Sarah. Not old Sarah—they were perfect together. However, he doesn’t deserve the person she has become.

“Jesus, be careful,” I hear a man hiss.

I turn to give him an annoyed look when I hear Jesse giggling and wiping off her pants where I knocked her to the ground.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” I try to help her the rest of the way up, but the angry man pushes my hands away.

“I’ve got her. Just be more careful. Maybe even act like an adult.”

My eyes lock with his and I sway back a step as the heat of a sexual fire emanates from his skin. Jesus, he’s hot. That messy sandy-blonde hair and steely blue eyes. Crap, if he weren’t being such a dick right now, I might pause to check him out. Oh, who am I kidding? I’m totally checking him out. He’s wearing a fitted grey sweater that clings to his perfectly sculpted pecks and tattered jeans that I’m sure cling to a tight ass. He’s at least six foot two, and for a girl who is five foot ten, that’s golden.

“So nice to meet you, Mr. Pleasant. Do you have a name to match your warm and fuzzy personality?” I launch full-on sarcasm.

Brett introduces me. “Emma Jane, this is Caleb Jones.”

And with those words, I become the ass. I know exactly who he is, and I have a very good idea of why he’s being rude.

“I’m sorry. Hey, Caleb,” I say awkwardly. He silently glares at me, so I continue to nervously spew words. “I’m really sorry for your loss. I met Manda once when she and Sarah came down to Savannah. She was hilarious, and I’m sorry you lost her.”

“I’ve got to make a few calls,” he mumbles before walking away.

“Okay, then. That was awkward,” I say, turning my attention back to Brett.

“Don’t worry about him. He didn’t get any sleep last night. He stayed up here with Sarah all night.”

“Um, why? Doesn’t he hate her?” I ask, once again confused.