His Tattooed Virgin(Divine Creek Ranch 12)(63)

“What did you decide?”

“To return to the States. I’d been away from home for over a year by that time. My goals for the trip over there had all been met. I’d met icons in my industry, learned from them, and made a lot of contacts. It was enough. The only thing holding me there had been Tamar.”

Every time he said her name, it sent an uncomfortable, possessive ripple through Jayne. She didn’t want to think of any other woman claiming Seth’s attention. The fact that Tamar had hurt Seth made Jayne want to throw things…at Tamar.

“So I returned to the hotel with the intention of packing my things, saying good-bye, and returning home to Temple. Jim had already told me the last time we’d talked that he could keep me more than busy enough at his studio in Morehead. I opened the door to our hotel suite and…” Jayne stroked his chest and waited him out. “I found Tamar passed out in bed, with Henri and one of the men from the gang bang video shoot, as well.”

“How awful.”

Seth shrugged. “Henri and the other man were passed out cold. They never stirred while we fought. It was ugly. I packed my things and got on the next flight to the United States. I paid my way, the whole time we were there, but she accused me of being just as opportunistic as she’d been. She said the movie company, as she called it, was a good investment and could fund her stay in Europe indefinitely. She accused me of using her to make contacts there. She might have introduced me to a couple of people when we’d first arrived, but it was my work that earned me the attention of the right people.

“I came home, visited a clinic, and got tested first thing. Tamar had been on the pill and so we’d never used condoms. That was the first incident of unfaithfulness on her part that I knew of, but there might’ve been others.”

“Are you sure?” The thought of him being hurt by Tamar’s unfaithfulness made Jayne hurt for him.

Seth shook his head as though he was clearing it of the memory. “The room reeked of sex. It was pretty obvious. The tests were all negative, thank God. I felt…” Jayne froze on the inside, waiting for his words. “I felt stupid. Used. And dirty. I hated her. I threw myself into my work, to put some distance between me and her memory.”

“Have you heard from her since?” Please tell me no. Instinctively she knew what his answer would be. It was in the look in his eyes earlier in the night when he’d checked his phone and probably the cause of the nightmare.

“That text message last night was from her.”

Jayne shriveled on the inside, knowing that couldn’t be a good sign. If Tamar wanted Seth back, she’d find that she was too late, and Jayne would put up a fight. Tamar might have water under the bridge with Seth, but Jayne had never, and would never, hurt him like Tamar had.

“What did she want?”

“To catch up. She wanted to see me. She said she had something I might want.”

Possessiveness sank its claws into her gut, but she kept her thoughts to herself. Evidently sensing her reaction, Seth stroked her back and her hip. “I left nothing of importance behind. I have no idea what she’s up to.”

“I’m afraid to find out.”

“Don’t be,” he murmured as he tilted her over onto her back, settling his warm, comforting weight over her, nestling between her thighs. She held tightly to him, wrapping her legs around him.

An inordinate feeling of anxiety swept over her at the thought of his former jet-setting lover showing up.

“What if she…”

“She’ll say whatever she has to say and then she can walk right back out the door. There’s nothing she can tell me that would make me want to take her back, sweet Jayne.”

“She hurt you.” Jayne’s heart swelled with the words. She’d never cheat on Seth. Never. She held tightly to him and let her body speak the words she couldn’t say. The anxiety morphed into a need so powerful she throbbed from head to toe with it.

“And she never will again. I want you,” he murmured, chuckling as she purred and rubbed her pussy against him. His answering thrust parted her opening, and he slid into her with a comforting wave of heat. Each of his gentle strokes filled her heart as desire skyrocketed. Jayne slid her hands down his muscled back, enjoying the way his muscles rippled and flexed under her fingertips.

She ground against him, glorying in the way his cock stretched her cunt until it tingled and throbbed. Shifting forward slightly, Seth thrust in deep, short strokes, rubbing her clit with each movement until her legs locked around him and the pulsing inside her grew into a conflagration that incinerated her from the inside out.