Page 11 of Better Hide

Jo makes a cry of surprise, and I lean into her further, licking her soft mouth and nearly groaning at her taste. She tastes sweet and addictive, and I just can’t get enough. I prod past her lips and swoop my tongue in.

Jo leans in and tries to bite me.

I pull back, chuckling. “If you bite me, I’ll fuck you right here for anyone to see.”

Jo lets loose another delicious gasp. Fucking hell, I’m hard as stone. I didn’t think it was possible, after all the fucking we did, but this woman does something to me.

Jo’s hand squeezes on my dick, and she digs her fingers in. A sharp bite of pain shoots up my body, and I moan, bucking my hips into her.

“Oh, you like that?” Jo grips again, harder.

I groan. Yes. Yes, I fucking like that.

Jo leans into my ear. “Well, if you want me to touch you again, you’ll tell me where we’re going.”

Her hand squeezes just right, but not enough.

Fucking hell, I love this bossy side of her. “I don’t know, little one.”

Jo makes a sound of disgust and pulls away.

“Wait.” I snap my hand out to grab her chin, making her face me. “I really don’t know. We can’t go back to the cabin. Cops are crawling all over it.”

I meet Jo’s gaze until she stops fighting me. Her eyes soften a bit. “Oh.”

I know what we have to do. I have to grovel to my mom. And I’d rather do anything but that. I already know she won’t pick up the phone if I call her.

I kiss Jo again, just to see her reaction. She frowns, and it makes me smile. Fuck, I missed her.

Jayden pulls into a rest stop.

“We already out of gas?” I look over his shoulder at the fuel gauge.

“Need to swap the plates out,” Jayden says. “Look for a car that’s the same make and model.”

I scan the lot as he drives, but I want to look at Jo. Soak her in until she’s imprinted in my vision, and all I see is her.

Jayden growls, “Gonna call your mom?”

I lean back, spreading my legs out and clasping my hands behind my head. “Gonna stop acting like an asshole?”

Jayden glares at me.

I shrug. “I’ll take that as a no.”

He narrows his eyes. “Make the call.”

He sees right through my act. He always does.

“Cole,” Jayden says.

I clench my jaw. “I can’t, Jayden. Because she married Ralph. Is that what you want to hear?”

Jayden immediately tenses. We’re driving past the rows of cars on another lap, and the whole car is silent.

Jayden lets out a long breath. Ralph was Pat’s friend. Longtime friend and full-time weirdo. He’s a pastor for a mega church in our old area. Even thinking about him reminds me of Pat. It throws me into memories I try so hard to forget. Which is part of the reason I refuse to talk to my mother.

Fuck. My hands start to sweat.

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