Betrayed

Chapter One Jacob Lindsey 2002 Bright light hit my face. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter and rolled over to hide from the sun. Long hair tickled my nose. What the…? Beth. BethMy best-friend-turned-lover that stirred my passions like no girl before. As the haze of sleep cleared from my mind, I remembered the night before, and falling asleep sated and holding her. She’d rolled onto her side away from me, the sheet tucked under her chin. I reached up and pulled the drapes closed above his bed, shutting out the offending light, and cuddled up to her back. “Mmm…what time is it?” she mumbled. “Don’t know. Sun’s up.” She squirmed her hips forward an inch. “Quit poking me.” “Morning wood. Can’t help it.” “Geesh.” I grinned and snuggled closer again. Holding her was really comfortable. I could get used to this. “Will you be missed?” “Nah. It’s Saturday.” She turned her face toward me. “We do our own thing in the morning.” I kissed her nose. “Good. Rather sleep in.” She smiled. “We were up late.” “Mmm.” I dropped my head on my pillow. “Starting to like this weekend trend, Miss Lawson.” She rolled to face me. “Me, too.” If she let me, I’d keep her in bed until our stomachs made too much noise to ignore. We’d christened my bed in a hell of a fashion, only stopping when she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. I pulled the sheet over our bodies, wrapped my arms around her with her head on my shoulder, and that was the last I remembered. Fell right to sleep for the first time in days. Her eyes were closed again now. “You asleep, love?” “No,” she said, and yawned. “Sorry. Probably have morning breath.” “Nah.” She opened her eyes. “How long are you here?” “Long as it takes to box everything up.” “Are you going to miss the house?” A fair question. I’d lived here more years than I hadn’t. “Some. I’ll miss climbin’ over your wall more.” She smiled. “A lot of memories in two years. I’ll miss your mom being next door, too. You’ll both be so far away.” I kissed her pout. “I’ll miss comin’ back to the ol’ place, no question. When I left for uni, I thought I missed England…and I did, but L.A. might tip the scale of home a bit more.” I laced our fingers together. “And now there’s you.” “Jacob…” I kissed her before she started crying, before I laid my heart out too soon, and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer. She moaned into my mouth, her hand clutching my shoulder. I loved her soft skin, especially when there was so much of it available to my fingers, and stroked her back, over her ass, and down her thigh. She curled her leg over my hip. Then broke away from the kiss. “Do you have any more…?” Her brows rose, and I caught her meaning. “Don’t know.” I grinned. “Last night was intense.” She smiled back, but her cheeks turned pink. “Uh-huh.” “You okay?” “Yeah. Sleepy. And hungry.” I brushed her hair behind her ear. “Could see what’s around for breakfast.” Her nose wrinkled up. “You can move, then.” You“I spend eleven hours on a plane and you want to be waited on?” I teased. “Yup.” She popped the “p” at the end. Now I thought about food, my stomach started gurgling. “Fine…but don’t think this’ll be a habit, missy.” I got out of bed and grabbed my jeans. She watched me pull them on, her hand propping her head up on the pillow. Though I knew I was a good-looking bloke, it thrilled me to see her admire my body so blatantly. Put a bit more c**k into my walk. I left the jeans unbuttoned. The refrigerator was mostly bare, Mum making sure she didn’t come back to a rotting kitchen. Too bad there was no milk for cereal…