JACE-2(Lane Brothers, Book 3)(204)

His screaming faded to silence.

Trembling, Sasha let out an exhalation and sank back into her seat.

“I’m so sorry about that, Mom,” she said. She felt terrible that her mother had been dragged into this whole crazy situation.

Julia looked at daughter, worry lines crinkling her eyes. “Sasha, I don’t feel safe in my own home anymore.”

Sasha’s heart plummeted. She’d let her mother down. “I…I know. And I’m sorry. It won’t be like this forever. I promise.”

Her mom just shook her head and tutted, then wheeled herself from the kitchen, leaving Sasha sitting there stunned.





Chapter Twenty Nine



The next evening, Sasha heard the doorbell, then Gerald’s voice shouted out: “It’s for you, Sasha!”

She stood, her stomach in knots, knowing that it would be Thomas. She thanked Gerald, as he passed on his way back into the living room.

There he was. Thomas Lloyd, leaning his shoulder against the frame of Sasha’s open front door.

“So,” he said. “Here we are again.”

Seeing him took Sasha’s breath away. There’d been a point where she never thought she would again. He was so handsome, in his steel gray suit pants with his shirt sleeves rolled up. Stubble had grown on his chin since they’d last been together, and it made him look more rugged. It was a good look and suited him well. At least Sasha’s body responded to it favorably, sending sparks of excitement between her legs.

Over his shoulder, she noticed his car was in the driveway. There was no driver though. He must have been another person Thomas had culled along with Pippa, Bill, Ryan…and Sasha herself.

“You didn’t have to come all this way,” she said, trying to keep her senses about her. She felt more than a little embarrassed to have made Thomas fly halfway across the globe because of an arson attack that turned out to be burned pizza. The last thing she needed to do was fawn all over him like a lovesick puppy.

Thomas’s eyes roved from her feet and up the length of her body, lingering slightly on the fabric of her T-shirt as it strained against her breasts, before settling on her eyes.

“I didn’t?” he said, drawing out the sounds and raising an arrogant eyebrow. “Because when we were speaking on the phone, it didn’t sound like I had much choice.”

His eyes roved back down to Sasha’s body. She folded her arms over her chest.

“You made me panic,” came her rebuttal.

Thomas’s eyes widened. “Oh, did I now?”

“Yes!” Sasha shot back. “With all your ‘find a baseball bat’ and ‘get out now’ stuff!”

Thomas gave her a stern yet mischievous look. He took a step forward until their bodies were so close Sasha could feel the heat coming from him. She felt her body drawing closer to him like some powerful force was pulling her closer to him.

“Are we going to stand here arguing on your doorstep all night?” Thomas whispered, his breath hot on her skin. “Or are you going to let me kiss you?”

Sasha’s lips parted instinctively, and a sigh escaped her lips. “I thought you said...” she began, her voice little more than a whisper. However, Thomas silenced her by reaching his hand up to her face and skimming his rough fingertips against her smooth cheek. Sasha gasped with pleasure, as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear then let his fingers run down her neck. Chills ran up and down her spine. “You said you needed more time,” she murmured, feeling almost drugged by the sensations rippling through her body.

Thomas looped an arm around her waist lightly. He whispered into her ear, “I said my brain needed time.”

Then he tightened his hold on her, pulling her into his body so she could feel his erection pressing into her. Sasha had forgotten how huge he was, and how incredibly hard he could become around her. She fought all the impulses inside of her that told her to pull his pants down and suck him off right there on the doorstep. Even so, she couldn’t help the squeak sound that came from her throat.

Thomas’s breath tickled her earlobe as he said, “My cock, on the other hand...”

Sasha suddenly pushed him away, as the creaking noise of her mother’s approaching wheelchair sounded out from behind her. She swirled on the spot, knowing her cheeks were flushed.

“Mom,” she said. “Look who’s here. It’s Thomas.”

She moved away to reveal the older woman sitting in her wheelchair behind her. Gerald, the security guard had pushed her along the hallway at her insistence. Since he’d arrived last night, he’d taken on a sort of caretaker’s role with Julia, as well as a security guard. Though she’d been suspicious of him at first, the two had quickly become as thick as thieves.