CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Jacob stretched outhis arms as he woke, the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse.

He loved falling asleep watching the moon and feeling the sun on his face when he woke. It made him feel closer to nature despite the concrete jungle around him.

He'd enjoyed a quiet night at home alone last night. Something he hadn't done since finding out about Ward being his father.

Jacob credited Leilani with his newfound calm. Or at the very least, being the sexy body he fucked out all of his frustration on.

She'd been incredible.

Carter had messaged him yesterday, asking him to bring her back again.

They both knew it was unlikely.

The drive home had been quiet. Although they'd exhausted her, he lay an arm around her and watched as she turned inward, processing the night.

She wasn't like Melanie and Lucy, or any of the others. Sex to them was a sport. A hobby. Something to be enjoyed in as many ways and with as many people as they desired.

For Leilani, like many people, it meant more.

It meant love.

He'd be lying if he said he never thought she was the type of girl who would want the princess cut ring and picket fence. Of course she was.

But he'd also been right that she was more adventurous than she gave herself credit for.

She could have sprinted out of Sailors the minute she stepped out onto The Observatory, but she didn't.

She could have told Carter to stop when he first touched her, but she didn't.

And she certainly could have said no fucking way when Carter licked her ass. But. She. Didn't.

What she did do, however, was look at Jacob like he was some fucking god with an enormous dick—not completely untrue—and show him the glimmer of hope deep within that he'd fall madly in love with her.

Sorry princess, no.

That was never on the table.

Still, he couldn't argue that the moment she came around his shaft, his arms had wrapped around her, and a greedy possession settled deep within him. He wasn't sure how to process that, so he hadn't. Jacob had enough on his mind with his family—who he was ignoring again—and how to move forward.

Ward Montgomery was his father.

Jesus Christ.

Bolting on Friday night from the InkWell event had just exaggerated the situation, but his brother should've warned him.

Damn you, Blake.

Now his phone was full of messages, which he needed to deal with.

That he was hoping to see one from Leilani was interesting. When he'd plugged his number in, he hadn't thought to message himself because at no point during his thought process had he considered that she wouldn't contact him.

Arrogant, perhaps.

Now he was torn between waiting, asking Blake for her number, or driving over there to see if she was all right.

He just needed to know she was fine.

That was all.

His phone vibrated on the bedside table, and he grinned. This would be her.

Ward Montgomery.

Fucking hell. Talk about a stalker father. Couldn't he just give him space? He stared as the phone kept ringing, then let out a sigh.

"Jacob Dufort," he said, his voice husky from sleep and the fact it was only seven damn thirty.

"Jacob, it's Ward."

"Yup."

"Didn't expect you to answer," Ward added.

"Shall I hang up?" Jacob asked, running his hand through the front of his hair, cringing at what a dick he sounded like. "Fuck, sorry."

He was. That was a childish and unnecessary response.

Ward was quiet.

Then said, "Let's talk. Get this over with. If you don't want me in your life afterward, then I will honor that. But let's sit down as two grown men and work out how we want to move forward."

Shit.

Ward had received just as much of a shock as him the moment he learned he had another son in the world.

While wanting time to process the news was a fair enough request, ignoring Ward himself wasn't helping.

But his place was a fucking mess. He'd told his housekeeping team to take a month off so he could wallow in his misery. Two weeks on, he was regretting it.

"I'll come to you," Jacob said. "Midday?"

"See you then," Ward said, and hung up.

"Shit," Jacob cursed, dropping the phone on the bed.

He was about to meet his father. The man he shared DNA with.

Let's sit down as two grown men and work out how we want to move forward.

How did they move forward?

What did he want?

To have a relationship with him? Jacob couldn't blame him—Ward didn't know he existed until a few days before he'd learned the news. It was his mother, Samantha, who was at fault.

He just hadn't expected to ever have a father. He didn't know how to be a son to a man. And, Christ, Ward already had three sons.

How did they feel about having a half brother all of a sudden?

His cousins, Fletch, Daniel, and Hunter, had met their half brother, Jackson, a while back and it had been a bit of a shit show while they worked out what his intensions were. And learned the history of their shared father.

Jonathan Dufort had a reputation as being a philanderer, so it wasn't a massive shock to them, but learning you had other siblings was a mind fuck.

Blake was his brother. His only brother, up until a few weeks ago.

How did he feel about it?

Blake seemed more concerned about keeping his pregnant wife happy and making sure there was no divide in the family.

His mind flicked back to Leilani in tears on Friday night.

What had upset her?

Why did he care? She was a gorgeous woman that he'd wanted to fuck, and he'd done that thoroughly.

After she'd rode his cock, Leilani had got on her knees so Carter could slide his cock inside her. Her eyes locked with Jacob"s as Carter had pounded her.

Those blazing chocolate orbs had made him hard again quickly, so he'd repositioned and slipped the fat head of his cock into her pretty lips.

"Just the end," he'd said darkly. "And suck it hard."

"She loves ass play, don't you, sweetheart?" Carter winked at him across her slim body, then pushed his thumb against her hole.

And yeah, she had her mouth clamping around his head and sucking another climax from him while Carter slammed into her.

When Jacob glanced up, he saw Melanie leaning against the banister, watching them as Lucy crouched below her licking her pussy. He was pretty sure he'd come a second time, simultaneously.

Goddamn, it was a good night.

So yeah, he'd conquered his little Hawaiian princess, but Leilani kept popping into his mind, regardless.

Her sad eyes.

Her dark nipples.

Her sopping wet pussy.

Jacob's hand slid under the covers and wrapped around his cock. Slowly gliding it up and down, he closed his eyes and recalled how swollen Leilani had been when they'd finished.

Christ.

Her pink folds swollen, her clit hard and worn.

Jacob stroked faster.

Her nipples had been raw, her throat pink from his hand wrapping around it, and yet she lay with her legs apart, willing for more.

A hint of pleading in her eyes for him never to stop. So, he hadn't. He'd slipped his cock back inside her mouth, tipping her head to thrust down her throat.

Fuck.

"Good girl, take all of me, princess." He'd growled. "Look Carter, watch her gag around my dick." When he'd glanced at his friend, he saw he was face down in her pussy, lapping at her cream.

Tossing back the sheets, Jacob erupted onto his abs.

Jesus,he wanted that pussy again. There was no point denying it.

How? Was the question. Because Jacob knew Leilani wouldn't return to the club and he didn't date.

And he never fucked one-on-one.