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  You are such a fucking bastard.

  He didn’t even care. Jessie was a grown up. She wanted this, same as he did. If they were in quicksand and sinking fast, well at least they were going down together.

  He reached her hip and froze when he didn’t encounter the band of fabric he was expecting. Jake lifted his head, a small part of him noting her flushed skin and the way her eyes were too wide and her breath came too quickly—a perfect match for him. The rest of him was hyper-focused on the soft skin beneath his fingers. “You’re not wearing underwear.”

  She blinked and then blinked again. “I’m not.” Some awareness came back into her eyes, and she managed a smile. “I never really did, though.”

  He knew. Fuck, he knew that better than anyone.

  Jake twisted his wrist to slide between her thighs. She was soaking wet and shaking before he pushed a finger into her. He met her gaze as he pumped slowly. “I used to live in fear that you’d do one of those fucking high kicks at a game.”

  “You know better.” She cupped the back of his neck and arched her back, spreading her legs wider and giving him full access. “I only took off my panties after the game. For you.”

  He worked her, wanting to kiss her again, but wanting not to miss the look on her face when she came. “You need to find some fucking underwear for this weekend.” He withdrew long enough to spread her wetness up and over her clit and then pushed two fingers in her while he worked her with his thumb. “Unless you want me dragging you off to every empty room we come across.”

  “That doesn’t sound…so bad.”

  “I know.” He kissed her, quick and brutal. “Come for me, Jessie.”

  “I—” She moaned. “Jake, please.”

  A knock on the door made him freeze. He had half a second to see the panic in Jessie’s face before she shoved him hard enough that he hit the bed a few feet back. He sat down hard and snatched one of the ten fucking pillows to cover the cockstand he had going on.

  The door opened, revealing Jennifer Jackson. She gave them the stink eye like she suspected they’d been doing exactly what they were doing, but she’d gotten over her earlier hysterics. That had to be a new record. Normally when she retired to her bedroom, she stayed there until the next day. “Dinner’s ready.”

  “Thanks, Mama.” Jessie didn’t sound even winded, and he glared at her sitting so primly on the desk as if she hadn’t just been seconds from coming on his fingers.

  Jennifer gave them one last long look before she turned and walked back down the hall, leaving the door open.

  Jake flopped back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. What a shitshow. It was his fault and he couldn’t pretend otherwise. Jessie had voiced her concerns, and he’d turned around and proven exactly how legitimate they were. He huffed out a breath and sat up. “So that was—”

  “If what you’re about to say doesn’t involve ‘I will totally be finishing what I started later tonight’ I don’t want to hear it.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Pushy.”

  “Maybe.” She shrugged. “If you change your mind, that’s fine, but I suggest you get better control of yourself, because I will be masturbating to take the edge off.” She stood, smoothed down her dress, and strode out the room, leaving him staring at her like an idiot.

  When he’d thought that he wanted to see some of the old Jessica again, he hadn’t put much consideration into what that would look like. Jake shook his head. If the last hour was a good indication of how things were going to go this weekend, he wasn’t sure either of them would survive the next three days.

  Chapter Four

  Jessica barely made it through dinner. She didn’t know what she ate—something leafy and green—but she was so busy dodging her mama’s verbal swipes that she didn’t have much appetite. It didn’t help that Drew had cancelled at the last minute, so there was no one for her mama to focus on except her. Lucky Jessica.

  You look like you’ve gained weight. A long sigh. I just knew you couldn’t be trusted to handle your own nutrition. You always did skew hefty.

  And what exactly have you been up to, Jake Davis? I heard that you got fired from assistant coach for a football team.

  Jessica, don’t you dare eat that. You’ve had enough.

  Humiliation had her slouching in her seat until a sharp comment about her posture forced her to straighten. God, how did I live like this? She’d been a little firecracker more often than not, but never at home. At home, there was only room for one drama queen, and that was Jennifer Jackson.

  Her therapist had a field day with that. Jessica could even agree that she acted out and misplaced her rage because she was so damn impotent in what should have been the safety of her own home. It seemed like she should be better than some rote mommy issues bullshit, but she wasn’t.

  Add in her distant father, and she was a mess.

  Her mother turned to smile at Jake, and though her voice was as sweet as honey, her eyes were as cold as a snake’s. “So, Jake Davis, how many illegitimate children are you up to these days?”

  Enough is enough. “Mama, stop.” She didn’t mean to yell, but her mother had crossed a line. “Jake is my boyfriend, and I love him, and you’re being unforgivably rude.” Lie, lie, truth. Mostly. She ignored her father’s reproachful look and lifted her chin. “If you can’t be polite, we’ll go get a hotel.”

  “Do you hear that, Benjamin? Our own daughter, threatening me.” Her chin quivered in a move that would have pulled at Jessica’s heartstrings if she hadn’t seen it a million times growing up. Her dark eyes jumped from one person at the table to the other, but no one rushed to tell Jessica to apologize. Her mother nodded, almost to herself. “I see how it is—how it’s always been. Selfish ungrateful daughter, and a selfish ungrateful husband. No one talks about the sacrifices I’ve made for this family. No one even notices. I just work myself to the bone, and all you care about is yourself.” She stood, shaking visibly.

  Jessica’s first instinct was to rush to her mama’s side and apologize, but she smothered the urge with every bit of strength she had. Part of coming back to Catfish Creek was facing down her parents, and she couldn’t move on with her life if she didn’t do that.

  This was the first step, no matter how much it turned her stomach.

  Her mother nodded again. “Well, in that case, I’m going to retire for the night.” She sniffled. “I wish I could say it was nice to have you home, Jessica, but it appears you’re just going to break my heart all over again.”

  Jessica barely held herself in place until her mama shuffled out of the room. Then she shot to her feet. “I’m going for a run.”

  Jake narrowed his eyes. “You hate running.”

  She ignored that, because it was true. She loathed running. She always had. But it quieted the crap in her brain better than anything else did—even yoga. These days, she found better activities to do the same thing, but there wasn’t a convenient gym in Catfish Creek of the variety she preferred. Even if there was, gossip was a tedious thing, and she didn’t feel like running the gauntlet just to burn off her excess anxiety.

  I know one way to burn off that anxiety.

  The thought brought to mind what she and Jake had been doing before her mother’s crappy timing put a stop to it all. His mouth on hers, his fingers between her thighs, her orgasm so close she could practically taste it.

  In that stolen moment, she hadn’t once thought about her fears surrounding the reunion or worried about dealing with her mama. There had only been Jake and her and the perfection that lay between them when their clothes and the rest of the world fell away.

  But she couldn’t ask him to screw her into mental silence, so running was her only option.

  She looked at her daddy, but he was focused on his meal. Missed you, too.

  She couldn’t stand it any longer, so she rushed up the stairs, barely
waiting for the click of her bedroom door closing to strip out of her dress. She’d thrown some workout clothes into her suitcase on a whim, and now she was pathetically grateful for it.

  Jessica had just pulled on her shorts and sports bra when Jake opened the door. She threw a hand up. “Knock!”

  He knocked on the door and then stepped into the room, closing it behind him. “What the hell is going on, Jessie?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Yes, you do.” He started for her.

  She had to get out of there. The walls were too close, and Jake filled what little space there was in the room. “Jake, please. I have to go.” If she didn’t get out of there—now—she might start screaming. Or, worse, crying.

  He stared, his green eyes seeing too much. “How much time do you need?”

  “I don’t know.” She fully intended to run until she was too tired to think. Sometimes that was a mile, sometimes it was five. Jessica had a feeling it would take at least the latter before her mother’s comments faded away.

  He nodded, like she’d said more than she had. “Give me two minutes and I’ll come with you.”

  “What? No.”

  “Jessie, I know you need space, but even Catfish Creek isn’t without its dangers. If it would make you feel better, I can jog behind you, but I am coming.”

  She glared. “No, it would not make me feel better. You jogging behind me is creepier than any stranger would be.”

  He waited, as if he had all the time in the world. And why not? He couldn’t possibly feel like he was about to shred off his skin if he didn’t move. She rubbed her arms. “Fine. Yes. Whatever. You can come with me. Just…I don’t want to talk.”

  “Done.” He dug through his suitcase and then walked out of her room, presumably to change in the bathroom.

  She considered leaving without him, but Catfish Creek wasn’t exactly big, and pissing him off wasn’t currently on her to-do list. Plenty of time for that tomorrow. Despite everything, she found herself smiling. Maybe teasing the hell out of Jake Davis was exactly what she needed to get her mind off all the crap that came with their hometown.

  She looked at the shirt in her hands and tossed it back into her suitcase. She was covered more than most swimsuits she owned, and the heat truly was oppressive, even with the sun on the verge of setting. Any extra clothes would be an encumbrance—and it wasn’t like she could piss off her mama any more than she already had today.

  The rest of Catfish Creek?

  Well, that was a different story.

  Feeling like herself for the first time in far too long, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and headed for the stairs. “Meet you outside.” Jake’s muffled acknowledgement was all she needed to hear to keep her moving.

  If she had her way, there wasn’t a chance in hell that he’d keep his hands off her tonight.

  ***

  Jake stepped out onto the front porch and froze, his gaze glued to Jessie’s ass as she bent over to stretch her hamstrings. Her tiny shorts left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and he couldn’t decide if he wanted to rush back into the house to find the closest blanket to wrap her in—or fuck her right there in the grass.

  Get a hold of yourself, asshole.

  Easier said than done. Especially when she straightened and stretched her arms over her head, giving him a perfect view of her back, broken only by a few straps of her sports bra. She turned around and his mouth went dry.

  She might as well be naked.

  No, it was more than that. He’d known her body was different from when they’d been together, but he’d underestimated the impact on him. The eighteen-year-old who’d dumped him was a girl.

  The twenty-eight-year-old standing in front of him now was a woman.

  It should have gone without saying, but his eyes traced the curve of her waist, more pronounced than before, the way her breasts filled out her bra, the softness of her stomach.

  This was a woman who worked hard, but still loved life. He wasn’t sure what specific thing it was that gave him that impression, but he couldn’t shake it.

  He took a step forward, and she shot him a grin before she turned on her heel and took off. Jakes stared after her for a long moment and then shot down the porch stairs and jogged after her. He almost caught her by the end of the drive, but slowed up so he could enjoy the view. The Jacksons lived in one of those fancy ass neighborhoods that pretended it was rural, but every single one of the lawns was manicured down to the last square foot.

  His parents’ neighborhood wasn’t bad by any means, but it was lower middle class. He made a mental note to check in with his mama and let it go. Right now, there was only Jessie and him and the open space of the road beneath their feet.

  As tempting as it was to play with her a little bit, she’d been seriously shaky when she decided she needed a run. If she needed to push herself to quiet her demons, he wouldn’t be the one to stand in her way. Jake picked up his pace until he was even with her.

  Neither of them said anything, and he matched her stride easily—Jessie was only a couple inches under his six feet, and her legs were almost as long as his. He let her set their speed. He was in good shape because he required it of his employees, and he couldn’t ask it of them if he wasn’t willing to do it himself.

  He’d cleared the schedule this weekend so this was the only event planned. Jake liked to be able to monitor the situation when his guys were out, because even though they did their due diligence with background checks and research about whatever situation they were walking into, there was still room for shit to go sideways. They might all be badass dudes to one degree or another, but they trusted him to have their back.

  He couldn’t guarantee he’d be there if they called while he was occupied with Jessie.

  Jake didn’t realize they’d turned until the pavement gave way to dirt beneath his shoes. He blinked and looked around, a slow smile spreading over his face despite himself. He knew this spot. Surely she wasn’t…

  But Jessie veered down the dirt road and through the field, toward a strand of trees that he knew as well as the back of his hand. It had been their escape and hideout ever since they were ten-years-old and she’d stumbled on the makeshift fort he’d built back there. It made him smile to think of now.

  She only stopped when the trees hid the rest of the world from sight. Jessie paced back and forth, and if he didn’t know better, he’d assume she was cooling down after the run.

  He knew better.

  Jake opened his mouth to… He didn’t know what. Ask her what the deal was. Tell her that he’d changed his mind about forcing the issue. Fuck, to tell her the truth about who he was to Diamond Dates and why he showed up as her date.

  But she turned to him, and the strange look in her dark eyes stopped him. Jake knew that look—it was one that tended to appear when she was at the end of her rope and didn’t know who to turn to…though she’d always turned to him. At least up until the end. “What do you need from me?”

  She blinked, as if he’d surprised her, but recovered quickly. “This can’t be…anything. I know what happened, and I know what I said, but—”

  But there were too many skeletons in the closet that was their past. That didn’t mean he couldn’t help her now. “I get it.” He refused to examine why he wanted to help her now.

  “Then…” She took a breath. “Then what I want, Jake, is you.”

  ***

  Jessica didn’t know what she expected—for Jake to laugh her out of town, most likely—but it wasn’t for him to cross the distance between them in a single step and yank her into his arms. Earlier, their interactions had been almost teasing. There was no room for that now.

  The running hadn’t helped. She knew after the first mile that no matter how long she ran or how exhausted she ended up, she’d still have her mot
her’s voice in her head. She’d still stay up all night, worrying about how the reunion would go tomorrow. She’d convince herself of whatever worst case scenarios her brain decided to come up with at three a.m.

  It was always three a.m.

  Unless she did something about it.

  Jessica went up on her tiptoes and kissed Jake with everything she had. Her earlier missed orgasm had her half primed already, the edge of her pleasure so acute, it was almost pain. Jake could fix it.

  Jake would fix it.

  He took control instantly, his hands coming up to tilt her head back so he could take the kiss deeper. Jessica’s knees went a little weak, but she wasn’t about to let that stop her. She skimmed off his shirt and dropped it on the ground. He was like some dark golden Adonis, his skin sun-kissed without bothering with tan lines, his close-cropped beard and hair more blond than it had looked in the airport. Or maybe she was just looking for the familiar with the world going topsy-turvy around her.

  I came back here for closure, and I’m hooking up with my ex-boyfriend inside of twelve hours.

  The voice of reason had no power here.

  The golden skin of his chest was broken by a series of scars that stretched from his shoulder down to his elbow. Jessica jerked her gaze away and kissed him again. She didn’t need the reminder of the event that had been the beginning of the end of them. Only the here and now mattered.

  She went for the front of his shorts, the elastic band making it easy for her to slip her hand inside. A shudder rolled through him as she stroked his cock. If she let him think too much, he’d talk them both out of this. She could tell by the way his hands tensed on her face that Jake’s noble streak hadn’t died a terrible death alongside their relationship.

  Jessica took one of his hands in hers. Desperation made her bold, even though in the back of her mind she knew she’d be mortified once this was all over. She drew his hand down to where her nipples were hard enough that there was no way he’d be able to miss it. He went stock still, letting her use him to cup her right breast.