Relentless (Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy #3) - Jade West Page 0,18

I can’t even imagine how happy that would make her.”

I loved her generosity, despite the absolute insanity of what was going on around us.

“Yes,” I told her. “You can leave some of the cash here with a note for Jemma. Be my guest. Maybe she’ll use it to save a bunch of whales and plant some more trees in a rainforest.”

“That’s not so much of a joke as you think it is,” she said. “She’ll likely use the whole load of it to save a bunch of whales and plant some more trees in a rainforest. She wouldn’t accept any money from me usually, but if it’s here with a note, I think she’ll take it. I mean, she can’t not, right? I’ll say I’m paying her for the clothes I’ve stolen and the tablet you just smashed up. She’ll at least likely buy some more jeans before she devotes her money to saving the planet.”

I adored the happiness in her eyes and her sweet little giggle.

“Speaking of more jeans,” she added. “I’d better get picking some clothes.”

She was still looking through her friend’s wardrobe once I’d finished scanning through my suitcases and headed on through to join her. She was holding up clothes hangers and pressing the clothes against herself in front of the mirror in the corner. The outfits were nothing I’d expect Elaine Constantine to ever be dressed up in. Cheap twenty-buck dresses, like some eco warrior would be twirling around a campfire in. Cheap jeans and underwear which would never be seen anywhere in our world. Still, they all looked just fine against the goddess.

It was also a good thing she’d be wearing them. She would stand far less chance of being recognized in the airport with that shit on.

“I’ll tie my hair up in one of her bands,” my sweetheart told me and fastened one in her curls to demonstrate.

Yes, she looked anything like Elaine Constantine with her hair bound up messily like that.

“If we make it through to the UK, things will get a little bit easier, but it’ll still be tight,” I said to her. “It’ll still be one hell of a mission to survive this chaos, but we’ll stand a much better chance at least.”

She nodded. Smiled.

“Pray to God we do. I would love to be staring out from the London Eye with you and looking at the city lights.”

The idea gave me a strange little tickle in my gut. A sappy sense of utter affection I thought I’d never feel. Part of me felt like a loved-up little wimp of a teenager, besotted with his first girlfriend or some shit like that. Although technically Elaine Constantine was my first girlfriend, I supposed. I hadn’t ever been interested in a relationship with anyone else. I hadn’t ever even considered loving anyone else the way she’d managed to snare my soul. I’d just used women and hurt women and fucked them senseless as I wanted to.

I drank water while Elaine sipped at coffee as the night carried on. The tension was palpable as we counted down the hours, even when we slipped into her friend’s bed and attempted some vague notion of sleep.

It sure as fuck didn’t come easy. I stared at the ceiling while she tossed and turned beside me, every sense on high alert. Only Trenton Alto knew I had keys to this place. I wondered if he’d conveniently forgotten about it, for now at least. Luckily, nobody came for us. The sun came up in the morning and the streets sounded out with car horns and voices, and we were still alive and breathing.

Elaine managed to climb on top to straddle me before we got out of bed. Her eyes were pools of tired beauty as she stared down at me, running her hands over my chest.

“I never thought I’d be sitting on top of Lucian Morelli in Jemma’s apartment at six a.m. in the morning.”

“Me neither,” I said.

She cast a glance over at the doorway. “Shall we turn on the TV, see what’s happening out there?”

I shook my head. “Most definitely not. Any news won’t be good news.”

“Good,” she said, lifting up on her knees and reaching for my hard cock. “My turn to fuck you.”

I couldn’t help but smile as she rode me tenderly… slowly… carefully... couldn’t help but fuck her back as she rode me. Couldn’t help squeezing her tits hard when she came.

“Fuck that’s nice,” she said, my cock still spurting inside her.

“So nice,” I said,