Stolen Course(5)

“How is she?” Jesse asks, looking up at me with tender brown eyes.

“She’s fine, I guess. They sedated her. You know she’s going to go into police custody after all that shit, right?”

She looks away and sadly nods. I have no idea how Brett got so lucky. Here is a woman who is genuinely worried about her boyfriend’s soon-to-be ex-wife—even after Sarah broke into her house with a gun. I have no doubts that Sarah would have harmed Jesse if she had been there. Suddenly, it hits me. Fuck, Manda would have loved Jesse for dragging Brett here. And just for that, I squeeze her just a little tighter.

“What are you doing here still? Have you been home at all?” Jesse asks.

“Nah, I just figured someone should be here for her. Even if it is just me.”

My words cause Brett to let out a string of cuss words then roughly drag his hands through his hair. He’s a good guy, and he loved Sarah. But after she pushed him away for years, he finally moved on with Jesse. I know Brett, and I’m sure he feels guilty as hell. He may not love her anymore, but he loved Sarah once.

“Hey, man. I’m not trying to make you feel guilty. You’re a better man than I am to be standing here right now at all. I just meant…someone should be here, but it definitely should not be you. You did the right thing this time. You two needed some alone time after yesterday.”

“Thanks, Caleb.” Jesse finally releases me and returns to her position at Brett’s side, tucked securely under his arm.

Without even thinking, Brett leans down and kisses the top of her head. I have to look away to keep the burning jealousy from seeping out.

“Brett!” I hear a woman yell.

I turn to see a tall blonde running full speed down the hall. She so eerily looks like Sarah that I unconsciously take a protective step towards Jesse. Brett, however, doesn’t move, and as she gets closer, the resemblance fades.

Sarah was always beautiful, but this woman, who barely slows when she reaches us, is easily the sexiest woman I have ever seen. Her long, straight hair is so blonde it’s almost white. It’s natural—I can tell that much. No color from a bottle could ever produce this shade. Her eyes are so bright that they must contain flecks of every color blue imaginable. It’s unbelievable. She’s dressed in jeans that hug her long and lean figure and a tight T-shirt that is barely able to stretch over her large breasts. She completes the ensemble with an unlikely pair of flip-flops. It’s February in Chicago, and we still have four inches of snow on the ground. It’s obvious that this woman isn’t from here. Interesting. I could a use a temporary long-distance distraction, and I have a feeling that body would more than do the job.

“Brett, oh my God. I’m so glad you called.”

He steps forward, pulling her into an awkward one-arm hug, never releasing Jesse. Her sweet Southern accent causes my cock to quickly stiffen. My mind instantly drifts to all the fun things I’m going to make her say with that accent while I’m fucking her mouth tonight. Although that wouldn’t give her much time to talk.

“Hey, Emma. I shouldn’t have called. You didn’t have to come right now,” he says gently.

The vision of her round tits bouncing while she rides me immediately shatters into a million pieces. Damn it, I recognize that name. Fuck, this is Sarah’s little sister.





“YES I did have to come! Sarah tried to shoot you. God, I’m so sorry,” I say, feeling guilty as hell that things have gotten this bad with her. “Is she going to be okay? Have you seen her?” My words have barely come out of my mouth when I notice that his arm is draped around a pretty brunette. “Um…” I stutter, looking back and forth between Brett and the short woman.

It’s obvious that they are together. Her arms are lovingly looped around his waist. Brett is hesitant to answer and stares at me with awkward discomfort¸ but she boldly looks up at me with a soft, warm smile. I have to give it to her—she’s really fucking cute.

“Em, this is my girlfriend, Jesse Addison. Gorgeous, this is Sarah’s sister, Emma Jane.”

I am stunned into silence. I probably look like the human version of Wile E. Coyote with my jaw unhinged and on the floor right now. I can’t believe he did it. He finally left her. Sarah’s attack on Brett yesterday now makes a lot more sense.

“Oh my God, is this what yesterday was all about? Is she pissed you started dating?”

“Pretty much. She stole one of my guns then broke into Jesse’s apartment. Led everyone to believe she had Jesse, but thank fucking Christ, she wasn’t home.”

“Jesus, Brett. That sounds horrible.”