He turns to face me. “I want to go home. We have one last night together.” His words feel like a thousand barbs piercing my heart.
“In Castleview,” I counter. “We have forever.” He nods slowly, seeming distracted, then bows to kiss my lips. When our mouths meet, like the faint flutter of butterfly wings, it’s the gentlest of kisses he’s ever given me, and that settles my nerves a little.
Breaking away, he’s solemn when he says, “Let’s go home. Poppy has been with your mom and Aunt Babs all day.”
I wish I could delve into his head and unpick his thoughts,and I am desperate to call him out for not telling me what he discussed with Stanley. Instead, I reply, “It’s been a long day.”
“And if it’s possible, I hate this fucking house even more.” He looks around his father’s office, and his eyes settle on the painting of his father above the fireplace. “I fucking hate him.” His expression grows hard, which is most unlike his never-ending cheery self I have come to know and love.
“Let’s go,” I suggest. As we walk out of the office, Owen turns to steal one final glance at the painting of his father.
Stony eyes, stern scowl, emotionless.
The infamous Henry Brodie.
Yeah, I hate him too.
29
OWEN
I never want to stop.
Not with her.
My Jade.
As day breaks, I pull her hips closer to mine as I drive myself into her wet pussy. The need to lose myself in her never withers. I want to spend every waking moment buried inside her, surrounded by her sweet fragrance, listening to her telling me she loves me like she is now.
She gasps against the shell of my ear. “I love you.”
Unable to hold back any longer, I cup her ass and move faster, our bodies slapping together as her fingers curl into the back of my hair.
She taught me how to love and be loved.
It’s not about buildings, possessions, and using people as bargaining tools; it’s about fetching a cup of coffee when you need one, being there at the end of the day for a hug, preparing dinner together, laughing, and most of all, it’s about being happy.
When I’m with her, I am happy, and everything just feels right.
Perfect.
Her soft hands trace the skin of my back, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as she urges me to go faster. Goosebumps prickle my skin. Her touch I feel everywhere, way down deep in my soul. It turns my heart into a thumping mess, making me feel like I’m going to pass out.
Jade’s gasps grow louder when I kiss the sweet spot behind her ear and douse her sweat-covered skin with my hot breath, making her shiver. It’s a good thing the other bedrooms are downstairs on the other side of the house, or Mari and Aunt Babs would no doubt be able to hear us.
I lift her hips to tilt them and thrust into her deeper, giving her what she needs, giving her what I know makes her fall apart.
Looking into her eyes, I move faster as our breathing becomes heavy. And we come together.
She’s shaking as I spill inside her.
“Jade,” I mumble against her shoulder. Relaxing in my arms, her body goes limp as we descend from our intense release. “You’re my everything.” The reality is that she leaves today without me, while I pack up the entirety of my family home. And I need to find the paperwork for that fucking yacht, then speak to Camilla about what will happen to the rest of the estate.
I don’t want it. Any of it.
What I do want is this woman. And Poppy.
I love them both so much. There is no going back for me now, or ever.
