Page 197 of My Five Daddies

I look at him and hesitate. He sounds like it’s about work, which I can’t really turn down, but I’m not sure I want to talk to him right now. Still, I have to go with him, especially since there are so many people around rightnow.

“Sure,” I say, and follow him away from the group. I hurry to catch up to him as he opens the door to his trailer and walksinside.

I follow him in there, not sure what the hell I’m expecting. The door shuts behind me and he turns as we step into his little livingarea.

“You saw the pictures,” he says to mesimply.

“Yeah, I sawthem.”

“It’s not what it looks like. I was home all night lastnight.”

I shrug a little, my heart beating faster. “It doesn’t matter tome.”

“It matters to me. The fucking paparazzi can lie all they want, but I’m telling you thetruth.”

“Okay then. What was that in those pictures?” I don’t know if I want the answer, because I’m afraid of what it’ll make mefeel.

“She showed up at my room, drunk as hell. She came on to me.” He stares at me, a straightface.

“I don’t need details,” Isay.

“Yes, you do. I want you to knoweverything.”

“You don’t owe me this, Jackson. It’s not like we did anything but sleep together onetime.”

“Listen to me. She was drunk as hell, falling down on herself. I helped her back to her room and that’s all that happened. The fucking paparazzi appeared out of nowhere, I guess he had snuck in and found out where she was staying. Caught us both offguard.”

I frown at that. It’s not unheard of for a paparazzi to bribe a hotel employee to find out which room a star is staying in. I’m guessing Holly will switch rooms or maybe even hotels to avoid getting hounded every day. The hotel should be better about security, but that sort of thing happenssometimes.

It’s not impossible. I mean, based on the pictures I saw, I can totally see thathappening.

“So you just dropped her at her room?” I askhim.

“Exactly. She was wasted, Tara. And I’m not interested in her atall.”

My heart is beating faster and this is what I was afraid of. I didn’t want to know the truth because it’s easier to hate him. It’s so much simpler if he’s just an asshole that broke my heart and nothing more tome.

But as he steps closer, I know that’s not the case. It hasn’t been, not since he walked back into my life. The bastard broke me, but now he’s back, and all those old feelings are warring inside ofme.

He stops inches away from me. I can’t help but notice that he’s slightly damp with sweat, but not too bad. He’s looking at me like he wants to rip my clothes off and I’m freaking out. I should run away, get the hell out of there, but I’m rooted in place. I want to feel what I felt the other day again. I want to taste him, even if it’s irresponsible andstupid.

“You know there’s only one thing I want,” he says, his body so close tomine.

“We can’t,” I whisper, but I don’t meanit.

He can see right through me. He always could. “Yes, wecan.”

He kisses me and I don’t resist. I feel everything inside of me crumble. All of my fear and my anger and my disappointment, it all melts away and I’m left at his mercy, totally exposed forhim.

He doesn’t waste any time. We’re in his trailer, surrounded by people outside, but I don’t care. He presses me back against the couch, pushing me down into the cushions. His powerful body pins me beneath him as he pulls my shirt off, yanking it over my head and tossing itaside.

His lips are starving as they find my neck and throat. His hands tease my breasts and unhook my bra, pulling it off. He cups my full breasts and teases my nipples as he kisses me again. My heart is pounding and I’m wet already with anticipation. I know what’s coming, what he’s going to do to me, and I need it sobadly.

“Come here, girl,” he says, pulling me onto his lap. I toss my hair back and straddle him, grinding my hips down against his hard cock. I can feel him through his thin gym shorts as his hands reach up along my hips to tease my breastsagain.

One of his hands reaches back and grabs my hair. He tips my head back, pulling my long, thick hair. I gasp as he smirks and kisses my neck. “This is all I want,” he whispers. “Your fucking perfect little wet cunt wrapped around my thickcock.”

“Don’t be so filthy,” I say, pushing himback.

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