Page 114 of Rush of Jealousy

“And here I am, always swooping in. Trying to fix everything. Because I have this compulsive need for control. I have this drive to make sure those I love are safe and taken care of. When the one woman who needs it the most, resists it the most.”

“We are like oil and vinegar,” I say with a bitter laugh.

“But together, we make a delicious salad dressing.”

I throw back my head and laugh through the tears. Leave it to him to wring out every emotion from me with one conversation. His fingers catch a few tears and wipe them away.

“Will you spend Thanksgiving with me at my family’s house in Hillsboro?”

I think about when the holiday actually is. Claire and I usually do a Friendsgiving event prior to the actual date. But with Ethan being annoying and Zander most likely not wanting to show after we have our discussion, I doubt there will be enough people to make it worth all the cooking that would have to occur.

“Is Claire going to be celebrating the holiday with her Virginia family?”

“Doubt it. They will probably be busy with their restaurant biz.”

“If she has no one to be with, feel free to invite her as well.”

“Thank you,” I say softly, “for including her.” I can tell he is trying. Graham and Claire’s friendship status would be classified ascomplicated—at best. But that is only because “hostile” is not an option on social media.

“So will you come?”

“Don’t you think it’s too soon to meet the family?”

“Why does there need to be some arbitrary timetable?”

“I guess that’s true.” But I don’t want to fall in love with his family and then something happens to us, and I lose more people. My heart cannot handle another loss right now.

“So you’ll say yes?”

“Hmm,” I say sweetly, “I’ll let you know. Got to check my calendar and see if I can pencil you in.”

His growl startles me but I am bound by his arms. He wiggles his fingers along my sides, and I burst into a fit of giggles. I love this playful side to him—almost as much as I love his take-no-prisoners side. But I can’t tell him that little secret. Because that is information only my pussy and I need to care about.

“Just say yes. It is faster than saying a thousand nos.” His fingers tickle my inner thighs, and I jolt upward to move away from him. He holds me in place. “Say yes and I’ll stop.”

I squirm and pant for air as he manipulates me into submission. My core rubs along his groin, and I am starting to turn myself on.

“Okay, Okay!”

He pauses his attack. “Okay, what? I need to hear the words.”

I compose myself and catch my breath. “Okay, I’ll go with you to your parents’ house for Thanksgiving.”

“See, that wasn’t so hard.”

I grind my butt down on his thighs and give him a smirk. “Except now we are both turned on and only have ten minutes until we are at my place.”

“Then let’s use our time wisely,” he suggests.

I slip off the seat bench and get on my knees. I start unzipping Graham’s pants and start pulling—

His hands move to my hair. “Not what I had in mind.”

“Oh well,” I say with a shrug. “Some things are just out of your hands.”

I finish releasing him before he can stop me and swallow him whole. I hear a string of curse words followed by my name. I go to work getting him to come undone in under ten minutes.

I lick and suck and tease him until I am swallowing every drop he has to give me.

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