Chapter 282

God damn, Daniel!

This was Hunter’s idea of helping him? Getting his porn star sidekick to blow him off while he was
asleep and, judging by the nakedness, she had intended climbing on top when he was turned on. The
thought made him feel sick. If he hadn’t woken up, he would have fucked her. God, if his sleep
condition had kicked in he would definitely have done it and not exactly in a good way. Like that he was
aggressive and fevered and had been known to screw like a caveman with zero control.

Did she even have a goddamn condom with her? Or did she just assume climbing onto him bareback
was fucking acceptable because she was a porn star who obviously used birth control?

The thought made his skin crawl, porn stars had never been his type. He liked his women with fewer air
miles, so to speak. He wanted to lash out right now, find Hunter and beat him. He was so unbelievably
pissed off.

The girl just sat cowering at his temper, clutching the towel across her breasts pointlessly, still as much
on show at his unexpected reaction, he felt guilty and held out a hand to help her up when she just
continued to stare at him.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay. Just don’t do shit like that. If I wanted to fuck you, then you sure as hell would
know about it. I don’t. I’m here with Emma.” She hesitated, then let him pull her to her feet, using the
towel a little more successfully and sniffing back a tear. Big doe eyes on show and his temper calming.
Girls were hard to be mad at when they did all that vulnerable shit.

“Daniel told me to surprise you, said once I started, you would blow my mind.” She bit on her lip and he
felt the rest of the anger dissipate at the childish mannerism Emma had too.

“Daniel’s a prick. You can tell him I said so.” Jake clicked his neck to release the tension and waved her
away. Hoping to God she would never try this crap again. He would need to sleep with one eye open or



just sleep beside Emma anytime he needed a nap if Hunter was hell-bent on curing his celibacy.

Wanker.

“Go, leave me to cool down and don’t bring this up again, okay?” He would be having some fucking
stern words with Hunter; this shit was not on at all. He noticed how the sneaky bastard had never
reappeared. With his woman up here, he was probably screwing the other slut down below. Not that he
cared. Marissa had had more men than hot dinners in the last decade and Daniel would use and abuse
her in any way he saw fit.

The more degraded the better.

“Pussy.” Hunter’s voice carried from behind, and he saw him rising up the ladder from the sea, asshole
was swimming not screwing. Rare for him. Mind you, despite all his leering at Marissa he knew Daniel
hated her with a passion, maybe enough to bypass sex.

“Fuck off … What the hell was that?” Jake moved at him angrily, temper reigniting at his presence and
Daniel feigned a submissive position. Flapping hands like a woman.

“Please don’t hit me, big boy.” He whimpered in a girly voice with fluttering lashes, kissy lips on top of it
all.

Jesus, why was this moron his friend?

“Prick.” Jake dove in, grappling Hunter around the waist and pulling him into a wrestling hold on the
deck floor. Hunter was quick to fight back and soon they were knocking lumps out of each other and
rolling around like idiots. Jake got Hunter with an elbow to the jaw, a muffled grunt before the twins
appeared.

“Get a room, pansies,” Vince smirked as he stalked by, dodging the leg that came out to kick him.



“Jealous much?” Daniel pouted from the headlock Jake had him in before Jake shoved him away and
punched him in the shoulder a little forcefully. Asshole needed to learn some manners.

Daniel threw him a glare and tried to flick him in the face, Jake dodged easily with his lightning reflexes
and jumped to his feet as Richard climbed the last rung onto the boat too.

“Lovebirds at it again?” Richard smirked at his twin and he nodded back. The two of them were like a
double act, not a funny one though just a couple of assholes. Jake turned to Hunter with a frown.

“Don’t ever pull that shit again … If I wanted a blow job I would go down and demand one,” he fumed,
but both twins just broke into huge grins.

“What have we missed here? Hunter, did you finally embrace your Jake love and try to give the man a
BJ?” Vincent burst into hysterical laughter and Daniel only shook his head.

“Ha funny ha, fuck off … He turned down Miracle … Laugh it up, dickheads.” Daniel stuck his fingers
up at the pair, lifting a towel from the bed and throwing it at them.

“Why would he want your cast-offs when he has that tight assed little thing looking all fuck-me-now
wandering around? I would tap that ass over Miracle any day.” Vincent grinned but Jake’s temper
flared.

“Knock it the fuck off … Don’t speak about her like that. Ever!” Jake was growling, full-on fierce
protector and he didn’t want them talking about her like she was some piece of meat. He didn’t want
them even breathing her way, let alone thinking of touching her.

“Ahhhhh … Jake’s in lurve.” Richie threw a beer toward him and he caught it mid-air. A grip that almost
caused it to explode on impact.



“Jake’s not fucking impressed with this conversation so can we just drop it?” He glared at both of them,
opening his can while Hunter had the sense to wander off and collapse on a lounger, getting the bed
damp with the water still clinging to him.

Jake was not in love … Okay, maybe Jake could be in love, but he shouldn’t be because this was going
nowhere and had heartbreak written all over it.

“What’s she like in the sack?” Vincent threw a look his way, but Jake only growled in response. All
tension returned, body prickling and ready to start boxing for real.

“Leave him alone, can’t you see he has zero sense of humor when it comes to Emma?” Daniel cut in
and the warning look he was throwing off matched Jake’s. He may be a twat and a half, but Daniel
didn’t like anyone else giving his best mate a hard time. It was his job alone. Jake was relieved to see
the twins take the warning, one thing about them was they respected Hunter’s word. Jake wasn’t with
the twins often enough anymore to have the same hierarchy with them that Hunter did, he was losing
his edge and getting soft according to them nowadays. He should beat the shit out of them and show
them he was still as much Alpha as Hunter was. Beat them for even daring to mention Emma in a
derogatory way.

“I think everyone should just chill the fuck out and crack open the beer.” Daniel lifted an eyebrow his
way and Jake softened. Drinking was a sure-fire way to calm him down right now and he was game.
Emma would be hours yet and if he slept before she came back he would be sober enough to
withstand her.

* * *

Being sober at some point had been the plan but as the day had worn on the men had kept on drinking
beers, they had swum, headed to the private beach he’d taken Emma to and played a little netball, ran
around like kids for a while, and they had pretty much eaten nonstop most of the afternoon.



He had kept checking his watch, wondering what she was doing and hoping she was having a good
time with Leila. Not that he should worry, Leila was a good time girl and sweet enough to make Emma
feel right at home. He just wished she was here right now, he missed her.

He was too drunk to drive the speed boat ashore when the day drew on and had the ship’s crew taxi
them instead, Emma had been gone all day and he had quelled the urge to call her and text her a
dozen times. The merrier he had got the stronger the urge to just have her right here in his arms,
beside him with that intoxicating little face and perfect smell.

Smell? Jesus, he really was in trouble … Knowing her smell was pretty much admitting in neon lights to
himself that he was in love with her. What guy associated a girl with how she smelled and actually
ached for it? Fuck.

He was in so much trouble with her.


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