Blood in the Past (Blood for Blood Series) Read Online Free
Author: Jordanna East
moment. She focused on her breathing, aligning it to the rhythm of the crashing waves. Calvin had just lied to her. She tried to rein in her thoughts, to corral her feelings, but she found it impossible. She couldn’t let him stray. She was his.
All her life, Jillian had been meek and submissive. She’d stayed in her place, whatever that was, and rarely spoke her mind. Not anymore. She exhaled through pursed lips and gripped the armrests, willing her fingers to convey strength rather than anxiety. “Cal, when are you leaving your wife?”
“We’ve talked about this.” He sighed, still looking straight ahead, though the girls had reunited themselves with their bikini tops. “It’s not the right time just yet.”
“But there is a right time? One hopefully just around the corner?”
“Jill, my wife and I got married very young, basically right out of high school. We thought we were in love, and maybe we were. Then she got pregnant and we had Lyla, and we realized that what we thought we had was never there. Or it was and it was gone. The whole thing is very cliché, I’m sure, but the truth is we’ve been living virtually separate lives ever since. And I’m sorry, but I just can’t pinpoint an exact date when we’ll finally part ways. Do you understand?”
“I understand that you didn’t answer my question. You do plan on leaving her, don’t you?” Jillian winced when she heard her voice revert to its usual passive tone.
“I thought I answered your question.” His voice was stitched with annoyance. “Look, can we not talk about this today? It’s our anniversary.”
Jillian fumed. Earlier he’d forgotten their little monthly milestone, and then he was using it against her. Was he testing her? Did he want her to fight for his attention, for his love? She could do that. She’d caught his eye months ago, and she could do it again.
“I’d like to go,” she said coyly, placing a hand on his arm.
“Really? We still have a few more hours—”
“I know, but...The lifeguard has left for the day and most of the beachgoers have left as well...”
Jillian let her voice trail off and stood. The wind tossed her long ponytail over her shoulder and whirled sand around her mahogany curves. She leaned in close to Calvin, her breasts nearly spilling out of the triangles of her top. “Follow me,” she said in a breathy whisper.
She clasped his hand and led him toward the wooden boardwalk. When they neared the ramp, she redirected him— under the boardwalk. Before he knew what happened, she kissed him hard and fast, devouring the windswept salt on his lips, falling with him to the soft sand. Unlike out in the open sun, the darkness provided cooler sand that conformed to their writhing bodies.
The wooden planks above rattled with the footsteps of passersby, blanketing any trace of their grunts and moans. The little sunlight that forced its way through the hurried crowd above the boards cast dancing cheetah spots of shadow across their sand-speckled, near-naked bodies.
Jillian threw her head back with pleasure. She’d fought and won, pushing herself to the forefront of Calvin’s mind once more. She was his, and she was there to stay.
***
The following week, Jillian met Calvin in an alley near the pub he and his colleagues frequented following their shifts. Calvin’s early morning patrol shift had just ended, and he’d wanted to discuss the arrangements for one of their usual hotel trysts. The sun shone, but shadows dampened the alley. Only a few rays of sunshine accompanied them. Calvin spoke to her with an unusually firm tone; it sounded overly dour compared to the jovial man she’d come to know.
“So, we’ll meet at the hotel at eight,” he said. “Room 216. I memorized your Visa, so I made the reservation for us.” He opened the door to his police cruiser, hopped in, and rolled down the window.
Jillian leaned into
All her life, Jillian had been meek and submissive. She’d stayed in her place, whatever that was, and rarely spoke her mind. Not anymore. She exhaled through pursed lips and gripped the armrests, willing her fingers to convey strength rather than anxiety. “Cal, when are you leaving your wife?”
“We’ve talked about this.” He sighed, still looking straight ahead, though the girls had reunited themselves with their bikini tops. “It’s not the right time just yet.”
“But there is a right time? One hopefully just around the corner?”
“Jill, my wife and I got married very young, basically right out of high school. We thought we were in love, and maybe we were. Then she got pregnant and we had Lyla, and we realized that what we thought we had was never there. Or it was and it was gone. The whole thing is very cliché, I’m sure, but the truth is we’ve been living virtually separate lives ever since. And I’m sorry, but I just can’t pinpoint an exact date when we’ll finally part ways. Do you understand?”
“I understand that you didn’t answer my question. You do plan on leaving her, don’t you?” Jillian winced when she heard her voice revert to its usual passive tone.
“I thought I answered your question.” His voice was stitched with annoyance. “Look, can we not talk about this today? It’s our anniversary.”
Jillian fumed. Earlier he’d forgotten their little monthly milestone, and then he was using it against her. Was he testing her? Did he want her to fight for his attention, for his love? She could do that. She’d caught his eye months ago, and she could do it again.
“I’d like to go,” she said coyly, placing a hand on his arm.
“Really? We still have a few more hours—”
“I know, but...The lifeguard has left for the day and most of the beachgoers have left as well...”
Jillian let her voice trail off and stood. The wind tossed her long ponytail over her shoulder and whirled sand around her mahogany curves. She leaned in close to Calvin, her breasts nearly spilling out of the triangles of her top. “Follow me,” she said in a breathy whisper.
She clasped his hand and led him toward the wooden boardwalk. When they neared the ramp, she redirected him— under the boardwalk. Before he knew what happened, she kissed him hard and fast, devouring the windswept salt on his lips, falling with him to the soft sand. Unlike out in the open sun, the darkness provided cooler sand that conformed to their writhing bodies.
The wooden planks above rattled with the footsteps of passersby, blanketing any trace of their grunts and moans. The little sunlight that forced its way through the hurried crowd above the boards cast dancing cheetah spots of shadow across their sand-speckled, near-naked bodies.
Jillian threw her head back with pleasure. She’d fought and won, pushing herself to the forefront of Calvin’s mind once more. She was his, and she was there to stay.
***
The following week, Jillian met Calvin in an alley near the pub he and his colleagues frequented following their shifts. Calvin’s early morning patrol shift had just ended, and he’d wanted to discuss the arrangements for one of their usual hotel trysts. The sun shone, but shadows dampened the alley. Only a few rays of sunshine accompanied them. Calvin spoke to her with an unusually firm tone; it sounded overly dour compared to the jovial man she’d come to know.
“So, we’ll meet at the hotel at eight,” he said. “Room 216. I memorized your Visa, so I made the reservation for us.” He opened the door to his police cruiser, hopped in, and rolled down the window.
Jillian leaned into
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