Throuple In Paradise - Faleena Hopkins Page 0,6

stupid doctors putting ideas into her head that could weaken her personality. “Don’t listen to them. You’re a fighter. Always been one. Always need to be one. Hell, I remember you telling me off when I tried to get you to stop playing with Barbies when you were eleven. Remember that? You nearly ripped my head off.”

She smiles, red eyes drying a little as her sadness simmers down. “You told Dad I was a bitch.”

A laugh breaks out of me and I lean back on her counter, putting some blessed distance between us. “Didn’t know you heard that.”

“I heard it,” she smiles with pride. “And I didn’t mind if that means strong and won’t take shit from a guy like you.”

My eyes drop to her braless tank. Those nips are saying hello and it’s hard not to wave back. “You were too old for Barbies.”

She bites her lips in the sexiest way as her eyes flicker on a thought. “You like my shirt, Jack?”

Holy shit. My cock just knocked at my pants, saying, lemme out!

“Now, Marion…”

Like she’s not sure she should, Mar breathes deeply in, knowing that doing this will make her breasts rise and come closer to me. “Yes, Jack?”

“Fuck me,” I groan, casting my gaze to her tile floor. Do they even clean this place? I’ve had enough women in my life to know that she’s coming onto me. Doesn’t she know what this would do to her father? I don’t care about Lorraine, but David would fucking kill me if I touched his little girl.

But she’s not little anymore, is she? At five-eight, her body a study in perfection — save for the broken leg — and a spark in her eyes that says she’s no virgin and wouldn’t want to be one, my best friend’s daughter is all grown up.

Like she knows I might leave to escape the lust that’s growing inside my gut, she quickly says, “I called because I need you to help Dad. I can’t do it anymore. I’m a wreck after this accident.” I meet her look, and see that she’s earnest. “My roommate just told me she’s moving out. No notice! It’s like one thing after the other is coming apart in my life and I just can’t hold him up anymore, too!” Anger flashes behind her eyes. “He’s supposed to be looking after me!”

I clear my throat. “He doesn’t have to look after you anymore.”

“He should look after himself, then!” she snaps, crossing her arms and saving me from those nips getting harder with her fury. “I’m sorry Mom cheated on him. But I didn’t know about it, either. It was a shock to me, too! I lost my Mom just as much as he lost his wife. Give me a break! And he’s been picking off my girlfriends one by one.”

I wince and rub my face. I’m very aware that David has been doing that. To be fair, many took him up on it. He’s a good looking guy — there’s a reason Marion is so beautiful — and he has a lot of money. Some girls just want to be wined and dined the right way. But I can’t tell his daughter that. Instead I only shrug, “Yeah, well…”

Marion and I look at each other and don’t look away. She drops her arms and her lips part, expression softening and becoming more vulnerable, which is deceptive as fuck. She’s never been weak a minute of her life.

“Stop staring at me like that.”

“Like what, Jack?”

“You know what.” My voice is thicker as I demand, “What brought this on, huh? Is this really about David? You’ve gotta cut it out.”

She leans closer to me. “Jack, what if I just…” Her fingers reach toward me and I’m frozen. I want them to touch my skin. I’m dying to touch hers. That hug made things worse, when she was crying. I never hug. It’s not my thing. But she was weeping and instinct took over to gather her up and tell her everything was going to be okay now that I’m here.

But is it?

I think it’s worse.

She’s in trouble.

I’ve got ideas I can’t shake.

She felt so good in my arms. How would I feel between her legs?

I’m staring at those butterfly-like eyelashes as her fingertips trace the line of my jaw. My chest is rising sharply as I master my own breath. I grab her fingers, pull her whole body against mine. “Mar, I don’t know what your game is, but this