the bed.
He watched through the side window as she reached into her dress and pulled out two globs and then tossed them aside before lying on the bed.
Jamie had altered her appearance since he’d last seen her. He’d hardly recognized her at first. Not that it would help her. She couldn’t hide. Not from him. She was his; he was her destiny. The sooner she realized they were meant to be together, the better. She needed to give up all the running and come back where she belonged.
Memories of their last night together flashed through his mind like a movie on fast-forward. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. But sometimes she made him so damn mad, it was like she wanted to see how far she could push. It wasn’t something he was proud of, but it was her own fault. If she would just realize that and be a good girl, things like that wouldn’t happen anymore. But when she was bad, she had to be punished.
Thoughts of punishing Jamie gave him the usual hard-on he had when he thought about her.
He glanced around the deserted courtyard. It was an old complex. Probably the locks weren’t all that great. He gave an experimental tug on the window sash. Locked.
“Hey!” Devon rounded the corner of the courtyard and immediately saw the tall man peering into Jamie’s bedroom window. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Who are you?”
As he approached, the man turned and ran toward the parking lot.
Devon thought about chasing him, but by the time he checked to make sure Jamie’s window had not been tampered with, the guy was gone.
Okay, maybe he did have confrontation issues. Being beaten by bullies on a regular basis as a kid did that kind of stuff to a guy.
After all, he reasoned, it wasn’t like the guy actually did anything. Sure window peeping was creepy, but it wasn’t really a crime. Was it?
He couldn’t resist taking a peek himself, just to make sure she was okay, of course.
Her yellow dress glowed with the weak light from the window. Jamie chose that time to roll over, the short skirt of her sundress bunching up around her hips, exposing her tanned legs and the sweet curve of her ass.
He swallowed a frustrated groan and readjusted his package before walking home.
No doubt about it, it was going to be another long night.
14
J amie rolled over, shielding her sensitive eyes from the sunshine; its brightness made the screaming yellow walls scream louder.
Disoriented, she sat up, tugging her dress from around her waist. Her teeth were wearing little sweaters. How many beers did she drink?
Crawling to the edge of the bed, she made her way to the bathroom at the speed of turtles stampeding through peanut butter.
A long hot shower made her feel only marginally better. The low growl of her stomach reminded her she’d neglected groceries.
After pulling on baggy khaki cargo shorts and a peach tank top, she pulled her wet hair into a ponytail and headed for the door. A quick stop for root inspection at the mirror by the door confirmed she could go another week before her next touchup.
Her stomach growled again. Maybe she’d stop at the little corner tearoom by the boardwalk and have breakfast first. Everyone knew it was a bad idea to buy food when you’re hungry.
An hour later, she carried her lone bag of groceries along the beach, thoroughly enjoying the feel of the cooler damp sand between her bare toes when she dug them in with each step.
Her sandals, in the deep pockets of her shorts, bumped against her thighs with each step. She sidestepped a jellyfish corpse and shifted her sack to the other side, looking up to see how far away she was from the distinctive faded-red tiled roof of the Surfside Villas.
A breeze kicked up, blowing grains of sand against her shins. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back to inhale the sea air. She could so get used to living on the beach.
As much as she enjoyed the scenery, it was time to get back to the apartment. She turned back toward the
He watched through the side window as she reached into her dress and pulled out two globs and then tossed them aside before lying on the bed.
Jamie had altered her appearance since he’d last seen her. He’d hardly recognized her at first. Not that it would help her. She couldn’t hide. Not from him. She was his; he was her destiny. The sooner she realized they were meant to be together, the better. She needed to give up all the running and come back where she belonged.
Memories of their last night together flashed through his mind like a movie on fast-forward. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. But sometimes she made him so damn mad, it was like she wanted to see how far she could push. It wasn’t something he was proud of, but it was her own fault. If she would just realize that and be a good girl, things like that wouldn’t happen anymore. But when she was bad, she had to be punished.
Thoughts of punishing Jamie gave him the usual hard-on he had when he thought about her.
He glanced around the deserted courtyard. It was an old complex. Probably the locks weren’t all that great. He gave an experimental tug on the window sash. Locked.
“Hey!” Devon rounded the corner of the courtyard and immediately saw the tall man peering into Jamie’s bedroom window. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Who are you?”
As he approached, the man turned and ran toward the parking lot.
Devon thought about chasing him, but by the time he checked to make sure Jamie’s window had not been tampered with, the guy was gone.
Okay, maybe he did have confrontation issues. Being beaten by bullies on a regular basis as a kid did that kind of stuff to a guy.
After all, he reasoned, it wasn’t like the guy actually did anything. Sure window peeping was creepy, but it wasn’t really a crime. Was it?
He couldn’t resist taking a peek himself, just to make sure she was okay, of course.
Her yellow dress glowed with the weak light from the window. Jamie chose that time to roll over, the short skirt of her sundress bunching up around her hips, exposing her tanned legs and the sweet curve of her ass.
He swallowed a frustrated groan and readjusted his package before walking home.
No doubt about it, it was going to be another long night.
14
J amie rolled over, shielding her sensitive eyes from the sunshine; its brightness made the screaming yellow walls scream louder.
Disoriented, she sat up, tugging her dress from around her waist. Her teeth were wearing little sweaters. How many beers did she drink?
Crawling to the edge of the bed, she made her way to the bathroom at the speed of turtles stampeding through peanut butter.
A long hot shower made her feel only marginally better. The low growl of her stomach reminded her she’d neglected groceries.
After pulling on baggy khaki cargo shorts and a peach tank top, she pulled her wet hair into a ponytail and headed for the door. A quick stop for root inspection at the mirror by the door confirmed she could go another week before her next touchup.
Her stomach growled again. Maybe she’d stop at the little corner tearoom by the boardwalk and have breakfast first. Everyone knew it was a bad idea to buy food when you’re hungry.
An hour later, she carried her lone bag of groceries along the beach, thoroughly enjoying the feel of the cooler damp sand between her bare toes when she dug them in with each step.
Her sandals, in the deep pockets of her shorts, bumped against her thighs with each step. She sidestepped a jellyfish corpse and shifted her sack to the other side, looking up to see how far away she was from the distinctive faded-red tiled roof of the Surfside Villas.
A breeze kicked up, blowing grains of sand against her shins. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back to inhale the sea air. She could so get used to living on the beach.
As much as she enjoyed the scenery, it was time to get back to the apartment. She turned back toward the
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