Chapters (34)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Table of Contents
- About This Book
- Playlist
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Epilogue
- Preview of Love Unexpected
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Q.B. Tyler
- About the Author
“Sounds like you can’t wait for tonight either.” He shifts, making his cock push harder up into me and I moan.
The sensation of his dick pressing directly against my clit has my mind going blank. “Get your dick inside me now, James.”
I’m back in my seat and pulling my leggings back up when James has crossed the console and is hauling my lips to his. “Gabby,” he murmurs softly against my lips.
“Mmmhmm?” I say as my eyes flutter open when he pulls away.
“Tell me you love me.”
“More than anything,” I whisper softly. And God knows that’s the truth. It’s always been the truth.
“I almost don’t want to tell you.” He rolls his eyes and I frown as he pulls out of the parking lot. “That little fucker next door came over…” I can tell he’s gritting his teeth because his jaw is taut and the sexy cut of his jawline makes me want to run my tongue along it. “He wanted me to give you this,” he says handing me a piece of paper.
Brandon, again?
“He asked for your number but I told him no.”
I snap my eyes away from the paper and look at him. “You did?” A smile pulls at my lips at the thought that while Brandon probably saw it as protectiveness, it was actually more possessiveness.
“I wasn’t going to give him your number. If you want him to have it, you can give it to him.”
He leans away from me and rests his head against his door even as he weaves through traffic. Now why on Earth would I do that? Wow, a jealous James is fucking hot.
“Did you tell him that I have a boyfriend?”
His eyes snap to mine quickly before going back to the road. “No? I didn’t know that I could? I mean, we hadn’t talked about what we’d say…” He trails off.
“Well, it’s the truth.” He looks at me again and I smile. “You’re jealous?”
He opens his mouth and then shuts it immediately. He opens it again and lets out a sigh. “Gab, don’t give me a hard time. This is different and I told you I’d have some trouble navigating it. You’re you. The same you. But at the same time you’re also someone completely different. So yes, when some young guy that’s not your brother wants to ask you out and your mother and his mother and even fucking Monica are all jumping up and down cheering for it, I’m going to be fucking jealous. Because how in the fuck am I supposed to let him know that you are mine?”