Forbidden Love with the Marine(46)
Blade turned away impatiently, and Jessica couldn’t help shoving at his steel-cased arm in anger. “What is so special about her anyway?”
“Please.” Blade’s voice was tired. “Let’s keep Makayla out of this.”
“Yes, why don’t we?” Jessica asked fumingly, almost forgetting to keep her voice down so as not to wake up Jamie. “Before she came along you had your whole life mapped around Jamie. You left the Army and moved all the way down here to be close to him. Through everything, you’ve never turned your back on Jamie or me. But then you met her and suddenly you hardly seem to have the time for your ‘son’. As for me...I was never good enough except as someone to warm your bed, right? You never wanted a real relationship with me. Oh, no. The first chance you got, you dumped me like I meant nothing.”
“You knew the score, Jessica,” Blade snarled, fury etched on every line of his face. “When we met, I told you I wasn’t ready for anything serious. I was hardly ever home thanks to my duty as a soldier. You told me you were cool with whatever we could share.”
“Well, I lied!” she cried out suddenly, and then paused, breathing in heavily as she tried to get her composure back. Forcing a smile, she reached out a hand to cup his rigid jaw. “I never wanted to let you go, Blade. But I couldn’t tie you down. I wished everyday that Jamie was yours so that I’d have a reason to keep you with me.” She drew closer, pulling her slender frame up against the hardness of his.
“You wanted that once, remember?” she asked softly, her eyes pinned to his lips as she linked her arms around his neck. “You were ready to make us into one big, happy family.”
“And you said no,” Blade replied in a cool, mocking tone. “Remember?”
Jessica sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. But then she pillowed her full breasts against his chest and moaned at the contact. She’d worn her thinnest t-shirt that reached barely past her thighs – and nothing else. Her wavy dark brown hair was done up in a becoming ponytail and she’d splashed on a gentle scent before he’d arrived – probably straight out of that bitch’s bed, thought the fuming Jessica. Schooling her features, she looked up into his eyes seductively.
“I was angry; I wanted to punish you because I knew all you really wanted was Jamie even after you found out he wasn’t your son. I’m sorry, Blade. I’m sorry for every hurtful thing I ever did to you. I want to make up for it. Just tell me how,” she whispered, inching up on her tip toes so she could bring her lips just a breath away from his. But before she could kiss him, he gripped the sides of her face and held her off.
“I’ll tell you how,” he said calmly, right before he reached behind his neck and wrenched her wrists away. “For starters, you can keep your claws – and your scheming – away from me.”
As he spoke, he pulled back, before swiveling round and heading for the kitchen door. Pausing in the open frame, he twisted round to add with gritted teeth, “And don’t ever use Jamie as some kind of tactic to get my attention. He’s not a bargaining chip. I’ll do anything for him but if you keep pushing, then you’ll make me do something I really don’t want to do.”
“Like what?” scoffed Jessica, shaking with rage at being rejected – again. “Like turn your back on Jamie? You could never do that. You’re too much of a man of honor.” She said the word with a sneer in her lips which turned to derisive laughter as he spun around without another word and left.
Chapter Nineteen
Makayla felt Blade slip in quietly beside her. Resting on her side with her back to him, she tried not to stiffen when she felt his lips upon her shoulder. His kiss was soft as his hand travelled up her bare arm.
“I know you’re awake,” he said, voice low and thickened with desire that made her bite on her lip in helpless response. She didn’t want to be turned on. Damn! She wanted to stay angry at him. He’d dashed out two hours earlier after a phone call from that annoying woman and now he wanted her.
Makayla sighed and felt furious with herself for being so selfish. What if Jamie had needed help? No matter how many times or whatever time Jessica called, Makayla couldn’t begrudge the episodes when Blade had to leave to make sure everything was okay. So long as he always came back home to her.
She turned over on her back and even in the dimness of the bedroom could see the blue gleaming fires in his eyes. Since he’d moved into his new place she’d been spending a lot of nights there, especially on weekends such as this one.
His gaze travelled downwards as he viewed her bulky nightshirt, and his eyebrow lifted.
“I thought the rule was - no clothes in bed?”
His voice was a silken cascade of heat and she squirmed deep in her belly. Well, she had been mad earlier when he’d left right in the middle of their lovemaking thanks to Jessica’s unexpected call. So she’d grumpily dressed in her most un-sexy sleepwear hoping to send a message when he returned – if he returned that night – that she was no longer in the mood.
So much for that, she thought with an inner laugh as she pulled off the offending item. “An oversight soon fixed. See?” she purred.
“Oh, I see,” Blade growled, eyes locked to her breasts, plump and firm, swaying gently as she leaned up on her elbows. He cupped the right mound and squeezed possessively, his eyes burning a laser beam unto her flesh as he watched her nipple swell and stiffen beneath his flicking thumb.