Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
"What about your sister?" she whispers, not denying it.
"What about her?"
"She lives here too. Shouldn't she have a say in who you move in here?"
"I'm not moving in a stranger off the street," I say, grinding my palm against her pussy. Fuck. I want in it again now. "You'll be her sister-in-law as soon as you agree to marry me."
Jamie blanches, choking on her tongue. "You can't just say things like that, Jonas!" she shouts when she finally catches her breath. Her face is red, and her eyes water. She's still a goddamn knockout as she flaps her arms in the air like an angry little bird. "People will think you're serious."
"Uh, look around, baby girl. You're the only people here." I tap her on the nose, smirking. "And I'm dead serious. You will be marrying me. Get used to the idea." I lean down, pressing my mouth to hers in a hard kiss. "Get your cute ass ready to go. I've got shit to do today."
"You're insane," she mumbles, staring at me like I've lost my mind. "You're completely and totally insane, do you know that?"
"Baby girl, that's the sanest shit I've said in months," I say. "Since rescuing you at Dionysus, I feel the sanest I've felt since you walked your sexy ass into the arena the day you went to work at the news station."
She stares at me with wide eyes and then shakes her head, mumbling under her breath. I can tell by the look on her face that she's right there with me, though. She feels it too. For the first time in damn near a year, we're exactly where we're supposed to be, doing exactly what we're supposed to do. And fuck, it feels good.
I drag her back into my arms for a searing kiss, not letting her up until she's purring in my arms. Once she's suitably dazed, I press my lips to her ear, reminding her of what we both know is true.
"Your heart belongs to me, Jamie. I'm not fucking backing down until you give every piece of it to me."
"Jonas," she whispers.
I nip her lobe and then gently set her away from me. "Get ready to go before we both miss work today. I'm not explaining to Kelsey that I missed practice to fuck."
"Chicken," Jamie says, her lips twitching.
"Uh, fuck yeah. She wasn't born, baby girl. She was forged in fire like that goddamn ring the little people were trying to throw into the volcano in that one movie." I'm pretty sure it was a book first, but I didn't read the shit. Way too many boring words involved, like actual boring words. The ones that no one even fucking understands the meaning of anymore.
"They're called Hobbits, Jonas."
"Whatever they're called, she was forged in that same damn volcano with their evil ring," I say over my shoulder, heading toward the living room so I can go get my shit for practice.
"I'm telling her you said that!"
"Tell her!" I shout back. "I do it all the time!"
Her soft laughter has me smiling all the way up the stairs.
God, life is good.
Chapter Eight
Jamie
Walking into work after leaving Jonas feels like marching toward Mt. Doom. If that's how he feels facing Kelsey, no wonder he avoids pissing her off at all costs. Because the feeling sucks. And she's nowhere near as miserable a human being as my boss. Jonas actually adores her, as much as he likes to pretend otherwise.
I could absolutely live without Darren Smith, on the other hand.
I'm supposed to have an answer for him today, and I don't. At least not one he's going to like. I can give him exactly what he wants, but it's not what I want. Surprisingly, Jonas has nothing to do with my decision not to out Charlotte's name. At least not in the way I expected. I'm not standing my ground because I think Jonas will be angry if I out his teammate's girlfriend. I think he'd understand if I did it. It's what my job demands of me, and I know now that Jonas doesn't see me as just another gossip reporter.
I'm standing my ground because Jonas reminded me that there are some things in this world worth protecting. There are some things in this world worth defending. Love is one of those things. My right to report the stories I want to report on is another. Darren doesn't get to decide for me what I'm capable of doing. He doesn't get to bully me into a role I don't want.
So I'm standing up for myself today. And Darren Smith and his demands can go straight to hell. He can take my job with him. I don't want it anymore. If this is what I have to do to make it in this field, then I don't want to be in this field anymore. My dad wouldn't want this for me either.