Free Texas Hellion by Jordan Silver Page B

times so he’d earned his rest, but he refused to go all the way down. It was her I was sure. I’d never been able to fuck anyone this long without losing interest before, with her I didn’t seem to have an off switch.
    When he was as hard as he was going to get after six hours of hard fucking, I rolled over on top of her and moved the sheet away. “One last time.” It was easy to slip into her soft moist heat. With my face buried in her neck I fucked her nice and slow until we both came.
    I didn’t take her back to her car until hours later and then I followed her home, missing her already before I’d even cleared her driveway.

Chapter 7
     
    CAMI
     
    How’s a body supposed to think with all that’s been going on? Ever since my little meltdown over a week ago, daddy and momma has been on my tail every second. It was getting so the only peace I got was at bedtime, which probably wasn’t a bad thing since it gave me less time to think.
    You’d think my mind would be full of my failed engagement but no; instead it was overrun with Grant and the things we’d done to each other. If I could take my lips off and throw them out with the bath water I would. They plague me, all hours of the day the ghost of his lips on mine make me twitchy and out of sorts, and we’re not going to talk about the soreness that was only just beginning to fade from between my thighs.
    I’ve been out of sorts for the past few days not knowing what to do with myself. On the one hand I was more in love with him now if that were possible, and on the other, the jackass hadn’t even been by to see me for crap sake. I was in turns pining after him and feeling sorry for myself, or going around the house on a tear. It was getting so bad that even my maid Cornelia, who was the epitome of decorum, had finally had enough of me and told me to stop being a bitch.
    I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but it’s as if there’s a fever raging inside of me and I have a sneaky feeling that the only one who can put it out is Grant Colfax. And since he’d rejected me so callously by not even sending me flowers after mauling me on his front lawn, it would be a cold day in hell before I ever put myself at his mercy again.
    I was dreading the next time we ran into each other, and there will be a next time, how can there not be? The man lives next door and is one of daddy’s nearest and dearest. I’ve given some thought to running away for the summer, but I didn’t want people thinking I was off licking my wounds somewhere, so later for that.
    Still, I had to come up with something. It was only a matter of time before someone figured out that I wasn’t hiding out and pining for love of that asshat Joel, and then what? I should’ve known better than to fall into the arms of that snake, I knew only too well his reputation with the opposite sex. I don’t know what possessed me to think that I would be any different. I ought to get my gun and go hunt him down, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, the pig.
    “How’re you feeling this morning dear?” I smelt mama’s Chanel number five before her tiny form came waltzing into my sitting room where I was picking over my breakfast tray. Lately all I’ve been able to keep down is a cup of hot cocoa in the mornings and maybe a handful of nuts at lunch. Anything else gets stuck in my gullet and makes me want to puke. Something else Grant has robbed me of, my appetite.
    “I told you I’m fine mama, stop fussing. I wish you and daddy would take that trip.” What was the world coming to when a girl like me was contemplating sending her mama and daddy on her wedding trip? It was sad to be sure.
    I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of that weasel Joel, he’s been calling and calling, but I have no interest in anything he has to say. Last I heard they’d had to pin the harlot’s elbow back together. Daddy said something about her making waves and threatening a lawsuit but he’d put out that fire, at least I