To Save Sir (Doms of Decadence 7)

Slap. Slap.

Damn, that was a definite turn on. She was right, that no swearing rule he’d made was really just an excuse to turn her ass pink.

“You going to be still? Or are you going to sleep with a red ass and a needy pussy?”

“I’ll be still. I’ll be still,” she promised hastily.

“Good girl.” He drew back and drove himself deeply inside her. His movements grew faster, harder. She was tight because of the plug, and it wasn’t long until he was at the edge, ready to come. He reached around and flicked her clit, feeling how slick she was, how much she needed him.

“Come, baby,” he ordered, giving her clit a final few flicks.

As she came, pulsating around his dick. He let go and flew over the edge with her.

Chapter Sixteen

“I can’t believe he pleaded guilty.”

Jenna lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She felt a little numb. She’d been back in Dallas a week now and she felt even less in control than before. Her whole world had shifted. Some changes were good. Some not.

“It’s my guess he didn’t want to draw things out and put your mother and you through more than he had to. This way, things should die down more quickly. The media will soon move on to something else. People will forget.”

She stiffened. She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t forget that her dad had made stupid decisions that had landed them all in this huge mess. She wouldn’t forget that everything she’d thought she’d known about her life was a lie.

“I don’t understand why he won’t see me.” His refusal to talk to her hurt more than anything. Was he worried she’d be angry with him? She was. How could she not be after what he had done? But just because she detested what he’d done, didn’t mean that she still didn’t have feelings for him. She still remembered the man who’d taught her to ride her bike, who’d picked her up when she’d fallen and bandaged her scraped knees. That was the man she missed.

“Maybe he’s trying to shield you. Or maybe it’s guilt. I know it’s hard to think about your dad in jail, but at least you and your mother can move on with your lives.”

Move on? Without knowing all the answers? Was that possible?

He pulled her against him, and she snuggled in tightly, her head resting on his chest. He was her only constant in this whirlwind, and she was damn glad to have him by her side.

“I don’t know how my mother will cope. She’s lost everything.” She wasn’t just talking about money. Her mother had money from her parents she could use, but she’d lost her husband, most of their friends, and her place in society. All things she truly cared about. And what about Jenna? What would she do now?

“She’ll be okay. She’s stronger than you think. And she’ll have you to help her, which will be easier with you in Dallas now.”

She had to work hard not to stiffen up. They hadn’t talked about what would happen after this was over. Not that it was over, exactly. But, like Curt said, things should die down now that her father had pleaded guilty. The threats should hopefully go away, and she could move forward.

But did that mean moving to Dallas? She’d always figured she’d return to Haven. But what about Curt?

“You can move in here. Or, if you don’t like it here, we can find somewhere else to live.”

“You want me to move in?” He hadn’t asked her. But then, that was Curt. He didn’t ask, he told. He ordered.

He leaned up on one elbow. “Of course I want you to move in here.” He brushed her hair away from her face. “I love you, Jenna. I want you with me, always. Don’t you feel the same?”

That vulnerable look on such a tough guy got her every time. She cupped his face. “I love you, of course I want to be with you.”

He smiled. “It’s settled then. Quit your job back in Haven and move in with me. When you’re ready, you can look for a job here. Or not, whatever you like. I have enough money to take care of you.”

An uneasy feeling filled her. Nothing felt settled to her. He kissed her forehead then lay down. A few minutes later he was asleep.

While Jenna lay there for most of the night, worrying.

Chapter Seventeen

Jenna patted Daisy’s head as she sat at the table and stared down at the scrambled eggs and toast on her plate. She didn’t really want any of it, her stomach too tied in knots to eat. It had been two weeks since her father had pleaded guilty, and his sentencing was today.

She looked up as Curt entered the room. He was going into work this morning then he’d come back for her before they went to court.