The Hunt for Summer (NSC Industries) (42 page)

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I
breathed a sigh of relief when I realised the house was empty and hurried
upstairs, pulling off my clothes and stepped straight into the shower, needing
the hot water to pelt my body and stimulate my brain on something other than
Ethan.

 ‘By
the way, Jen… I love you.’

‘God
baby, you’re gonna be mine, all mine one day, and when that day comes, when
it’s just you and me, then I’m dragging you up that fucking aisle, Jen…’

‘Don’t
choose him Jen, please don’t choose him. I love you…..’

I
closed my eyes to the memory assault and stiffened when the screen door opened
and Kyle stood grinning at me, completely naked and obviously aroused if the
view of his erect penis was anything to go by.

My
stomach dropped through my arse and I frantically fought the urge to pummel
this man stood before me, beat him to a pulp for ruining my life and taking me
from the only thing in my life I had ever wanted.

“Hey,
Darling” he leered as his eyes roamed over my body and then grimaced when he
spotted a few bruises.

He
swallowed heavily before he lifted his eyes to me and I could see him shake off
the guilt as he took a step closer to me.

“I
thought you were playing football with Jet?” I asked, hoping he had just forgotten
and my reminder would see him belting back out of the shower and disappearing.

Right,
Jen. Good luck with that.

“He
had to cancel, something to with Harriet puking…” he whispered against my neck
as he nuzzled me and I grimaced when his hand settled on my breast.

My
eyes squeezed shut when his teeth dug into the soft flesh under my ear and his
cock slipped between my thighs, stroking along my sex slowly.

“You
feel so good, Jen. It’s a good job you’re a great fuck, otherwise I’d have
divorced you years ago.”

“Yeah”
I murmured as I fought the bile that was rising slowly up my throat and I
silently wondered if there was any way I could suddenly become a shit shag.

Suddenly
I was flung around and pushed into the tiles, my already sore cheek hitting the
ceramic with force, before he took me feverishly and violently.

I
let him.

I
didn’t have a choice really.

I
never did where Kyle was concerned.

Fifteen
minutes later, Kyle held the facecloth to my bloodied nose and rolled his eyes
at me humorously, “Fancy bashing your nose on the tiles you daft mare; they’re
hard you know, Jen.”

I
gave him a tiny tight smile and nodded, it was easier to just agree. What was I
supposed to say ‘Hey you great big knob, if you hadn’t grabbed my hair and
rammed my face into the tiles then I wouldn’t have nose bleed right now!’?

He
tenderly dabbed at my face, gently wiping away the blood as he planted a soft
kiss to my forehead.

“Ethan’s
back.”

What
the hell, Jen? What the fuck did you say that for?

You
know why, so he didn’t find out from Brett and batter you for not telling him,
that’s why!

I
heard his teeth crack as he ground them together tightly and his fingers curled
around the washcloth so forcefully I was glad it wasn’t my neck he had been
holding when I told him.

He
narrowed his eyes on me “You speak to him?”

“No”
I answered honestly. I didn’t tell him I had just stared as Ethan repeatedly
announced my name.

He
whipped the washcloth in my face angrily, its slap on my skin made me jump, and
exited the shower, snatching up a towel and pulling it around his hips before
he slammed the bathroom door so hard the contents of the cabinet rattled.

Well,
that got rid of him Jen.

I
peered at myself in the steamed mirror, wiping at it to clear a section and
frowned when my cheek had gone from the purple it had been this morning to a
black shade now.

My
nose was still trickling blood over my top lip and the sight suddenly brought
on the
‘what if…’
the
‘I should have…’
and the
‘why didn’t I…’

“Come
on Jen, pull it together girl” I scolded myself as I straightened my shoulders
and took a deep breath before going in search of my wonderful husband.