CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Waking up with a beautiful, warm woman in his bed was a very welcome surprise. He thought he might feel uncomfortable, but with Leilani's sexy ass tucked up against his cock, Jesus what was a guy to do?

He knew exactly.

Smirking, he ran a hand over her hip and between her legs. A little sleepy moan escaped her, making his morning wood even harder.

Jacob wasn't sure of the rules here until he remembered he was in charge. With another small smile, he nudged her top leg away a few inches, then slid his hand back around and, sliding between her thighs, found the entrance to her pussy.

She was soaked.

Was she dreaming about him?

His fingers moved around her folds, erecting a number of moans from her. Leilani then pressed into his hand.

Christ.

With his hand between his legs, he wondered if she was a morning person or would find this invasive.

Too much thinking.

Fuck this. His cock was in no mood for patience. Jacob Dufort took what he wanted, and he wanted her on his cock right damn now.

He reached between them and gripped his shaft, pressing it against her core. The warmth of her body and the smell of their sex enveloped him, and without a second thought, Jacob shoved his cock deep inside her.

"Yes, fuck." He felt her hot moist body clench in rection to his invasion.

"Jacob," Leilani croaked sleepily.

"Fuck, princess" was all he could get out as his fingers pressed into her ass harder than she would probably have liked. He moved up over her, pulling out a little and then sunk back inside.

"Jesus, fuck." God she was so warm and tight, and he was taking from her in a way that probably wasn't okay and yet it was so fucking hot he was beyond able to control himself. "You, this, fuck. Don't move. I need to fucking come inside you."

What the hell was he doing? His bare cock thrust, deep and hard, as Leilani clenched both him and the pillows around her.

"Jake," she begged.

"Fuck my cock, princess. Jesus. Your cunt is so goddamn addictive," he growled.

Slam, slam, slam.

Then he erupted like a fucking volcano, and his seed spilled into her. That hadn't been the plan, but then again, Jacob hadn't planned to wake up and fuck Leilani before taking his first damn breath of the day. He wasn't sorry and there was no way he could ever regret the scorching bliss he was feeling as he stroked out the rest of his orgasm inside her.

Then he collapsed onto his back.

"Morning, princess."

"Morning," Leilani responded with her face in the pillow.

He reached for her, and she flipped over, facing him. "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not."

"Are we doing that every morning?" Leilani asked, clearing her throat.

"I fucking hope so."

––––––––

AFTER brEAKFAST, JACOBborrowed one of Fletcher"s vehicles and they hit the road.

Blake had said the night before that he and Bella would tag along, but upon waking, Bella wasn't feeling well, so he was taking her to the local hospital to check the baby was okay.

"Ring me if it's serious," Jacob had told him. "Otherwise, we'll see you later this afternoon."

Now, he and Leilani were cruising through the Hamptons, and he found himself enjoying her excitement at visiting a new place. It was his first time too, so he loved that they were sharing this.

Not that it meant anything.

"God it's gorgeous here. I've always wanted to see the Hamptons," Leilani said. "Wow, look at that enormous place."

He slowed for the lights and then twisted his body to look at the mansion she was admiring. Or at least what he could see of it behind the large gates.

"Yeah, that's nice. You know, I'd really like something near Fletcher and Oliva's place. Let's see what this realtor has for us."

Us.

Leilani's brow twitched as she caught his little slip, but she didn't say anything.

"Why is this man working on Good Friday?" she asked instead.

"Because every day is a good day to sell a multi-million-dollar property." Jacob smirked and then returned his eyes to the road as the lights turned green.

"I wouldn't know," Leilani mumbled.

Jacob reached over and took her hand—then froze, wondering what the fuck he was doing—and squeezed. "Not many people do, princess. I know how blessed I am."

She shrugged. "You earned it. It's not like your family gave it to you."

He smiled at her kind attempt to make him feel comfortable. It wasn't necessary. He wasn't uncomfortable with his wealth or his family's. They had all created it from the ground up. Perhaps his elder cousins hadn't—Jonathan had created the Dufort Hotel Group—but they could just as easily burn it to the ground if they messed things up.

Businesses were far more delicate than people realized. Especially the big ones.

"Nope. They didn't, but I did something with the expensive education I got, and trust me, not everyone does." Jacob put both hands on the wheel and crouched to take in a road sign. Then he signaled to change lanes and headed toward the parking lot.

"We'll go in his car." Jacob said, circling the car to open her door.

"You know, you're quite a gentleman." Leilani smiled, climbing out.

"Whatever made you think I wouldn't be?" The corner of his lip curled.

She surprised him by laying a hand on his chest and tiptoeing up, then whispering. "It was when you slid your finger inside my ass."

Jesus.

Leilani dropped onto her heels and walked away, leaving him trying to take control of the erection growing in his pants.

"Come on," she called out.

The little minx.

When he caught up, Jacob palmed Leilani's bottom and whispered in her ear. "You'll pay for that."

"I hope so." She smiled like a virgin bride.

He knew better.

A man opened the door of the Wallflower Hamptons Real Estate office. "Jacob?"

"Yes. Jacob Dufort," he said, shaking the tall, slim man's hand. "This is Leilani."

He didn't need to explain who she was. His arm was around her back, indicating a personal relationship, and it was none of his business. Still, he could've said she was a friend, but that felt...wrong.

"Jerry Wallflower. Nice to meet you both," Jerry said, shaking Leilani's hand. "So, another Dufort looking to lay down some roots in the Hamptons, huh?"

"A holiday home for now," Jacob said, as Jerry pulled out his keys and led them to his black Mercedes.

"Well, I have three properties to show you today based on what you've told me," Jerry said.

"Sorry to drag you away from any family activities today," Leilani chimed as they climbed in.

Jerry started the car.

"Are you joking? I have three teenagers. You added about three years onto my life by giving me the day off." Jerry laughed. "Look, I love those kids, but their days of fighting and bickering is way more than I can handle."

They laughed appropriately, but he noticed Leilani glance out the window, as if unimpressed by his comment.

Again, he wondered where her father was.

Speaking of fathers, Jacob hadn't had a chance to tell her about Ward Montgomery. With Knox turning up tomorrow, he needed to give her a heads up. If she had walked out during the conversation with Logan last night, Leilani wouldn't have understood what they were talking about.

He"d invited her to the Hamptons as a shield of sorts, so she deserved to know why. And not be surprised by anything.

It went without saying if they were dating, and he was willing to take her away on a family vacation, she would know. So, there was also that.

First, they'd look at the houses.

Jacob was pretty serious about investing in a place in the Hamptons. Maybe it wasn't right for his lifestyle. He'd soon get a feel for that today. Or perhaps he'd visit on his own and just enjoy some time staring at the ocean. Or invite a bunch of friends from his club life and have a debaucherous weekend.

Jacob glanced out the window, taking in the neighborhoods as they passed and wondered why that last idea didn't sit right.

It should.

It was who he was.

And yet...not here, it wasn't.

In any case, real estate was always an excellent investment, and he had a few extra zeros in the bank to do something with. The moment he saw Fletcher and Olivia's home, he'd been struck with the need to have one of his own.

They arrived at house number one, and it was impressive. A ten thousand square feet, eight-bedroom property with a tennis court that was right on the beach.

They followed Jerry through the home, stopping by the floor-to-ceiling windows and looking out across the beach. Then they walked outside and stood on the tennis court.

"What do you think?" he asked.

Jacob glanced down at Leilani, who looked stupidly pretty today in her pale blue sundress and hair up in a ponytail, but he noticed she had her hands in her pockets.

She didn't like it.

Nor did he. It was impressive, but lacked the warmth he was after. The hard lines of the house, as he turned to look back at it, just didn't feel homely enough.

He wanted to hear Leilani"s thoughts.

"Princess?" he asked before catching himself on the nickname.

She lifted her face to his and shrugged. "It's huge. Do you play tennis?"

Jacob let out a laugh. "No."

"It doesn't feel like you. I can't put my finger on it."

"You heard the lady," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Let's look at the next one."

Jerry pulled out his keys and led them to the car as Leilani whispered to him.

"Jacob. Don't listen to me. What do I know about buying a mansion?"

Maybe because I'd like to see you in it.

Fucking hell.

"You read my mind. That's all."

Except that wasn't all. It wasn't all...at all.