He probably didn’t care if the neighbors heard them right now, Abby thought as he hit that perfect spot. He filled her up and made her glow. The headboard of the bed was banging against the wall with the force of his thrusts. Abby felt everything in her tighten and release as Sam slammed into her, hitting her G-spot with his dick as he dragged his pelvis over her clitoris. Abby moaned, not caring if anyone heard her, either. A second after she came, Sam followed. His hoarse shout filled the room as his semen poured into her body.
Jack tried Abby’s cell phone again. It went directly to voice mail. He cursed out loud and slapped at the wall of his hotel room. He’d tried Sam’s phone three times already. They were pissed off, and he couldn’t blame them. He shouldn’t have left a note. He should have explained the situation to them in person. He knew why he hadn’t done that. There was no way Abby and Sam would have let him come here to deal with this alone. He didn’t want either of them involved with his biological family. He wanted the Camerons to stay far away from the little family he’d made with Abby and Sam.
Jack opened the curtains. Night was starting to fall, and the city below was lighting up. If Abby and Sam were here, they would be getting ready for dinner. Abby would slip into a sexy little dress. Sam would hamper her every move. He would try to get his hands on her even while she tried to cover up. Jack would finally have to order Sam to leave their wife alone or they’d miss their reservation time.
He loved watching them play. Jack watched the lights come on, illuminating the street beneath him. He let his forehead touch the glass. He knew he was stuck, but he wasn’t sure how to get out of it. When he closed his eyes, he still saw that gun pointing straight at her heart. He saw it in slow motion over and over again. He saw Ruby Echols hold that gun up and knew it was about to take Abigail from him. He dreamed about it almost every night, though sometimes it was Sam instead of Abby who was in the line of fire. In his dreams, he failed and they died. Jack was left alone, and that was the worst nightmare of all. He was such a selfish bastard. He was lucky they put up with him at all. He always had to have things his way. Why couldn’t he ever learn to compromise?
Jack took a deep breath and tried to banish his dark thoughts. He had a sudden idea. He dialed the number to home.
“Barnes-Fleetwood residence.” Benita’s voice was brisk and professional.
“Benita, it’s Jack,” he replied. “Do you know where Abby and Sam have gotten off to? I’ve tried for the last several hours, but I can’t seem to get either of them to answer their cell phones.”
Now his housekeeper sounded a little put out. “I only know that they left a note. It seems to be the theme of the day, Mr. Barnes.”
He heard the accusation in her voice and winced just a little. Benita had been with them a long time. She considered herself a motherly figure. “What did the note say?”
“Which one?”
Jack couldn’t help but laugh a bit. She was also a little saucy. “The one I didn’t write, Benita.”
“All right. It was from Mrs. Barnes. It says she and Mr. Fleetwood are going to be gone for awhile. They seem to have some shopping to do.”
That explained it. They had driven into Tyler for the day. It was the closest city of any size to Willow Fork, and it had a shopping mall. They were probably seeing a movie or something. That explained why they didn’t answer their phones. It was a little revenge on him for walking out the way he had. He didn’t begrudge them.
“Thank you, Benita. Just let them know I called.” He hung up with his housekeeper and rolled his eyes as the wall of his little room started to shake. They were at it again. He swore the people in the suite next door were trying to set a world record for fucking. The man in the room next door might be fooling himself about his dominant nature, but he certainly had stamina.
There was a knock on the door. Jack opened it and was handed a suit on a heavy hanger, wrapped in pristine plastic.
“Mr. Lodge requests that you wear this when you join him in the private dining room. It’s a forty-two long, sir,” said the bell hop, who probably also served as a bartender. “It’s Hugo Boss.”
Jack grabbed a twenty to tip him. “Umm, great.” Jack closed the door. He could have all the money in the world, but he was never going to know suit designers. His obstinate refusal to join the world of the label lovers had always bugged Julian. Jack just didn’t need to know he had the best. He liked his Levis and cared way more about how a pair of boots fit than the name on the label. He thought about the outlandish amount of shoes and clothes the woman next door had bought. He hadn’t bought Abby anything since he purchased her wedding ring. Women liked gifts. Maybe he should have Julian’s sub pick out something pretty and expensive for her. She could pick up something for Sam while she was at it.
Jack shrugged out of his clothes while he thought about the problems with that scenario. Sally the sub would probably ask all sorts of questions like what size Abby wore. Jack doubted that his professional assessment of “she’s hot with an amazing rack and an ass I love to fuck” would really give Sally a fair starting point. He made a mental note to find out Abigail’s size. He would write it on a little note and keep it in his wallet.
The mental picture of a small diamond choker around Abby’s throat made Jack stop in his tracks.
He walked to the phone.
“Yeah, this is Barnes in 1502. I need a personal shopper. Yes, I’ll be up here.”
Jack finished getting dressed. He could tell the shopper exactly what he wanted, a diamond choker for his Abby and a new watch for Sam.
Maybe it would make up for that note.
Chapter Five
“You sure you don’t want to go out?” Sam looked down at his wife. She was soft and cuddled up next to him. Her smooth legs slid down his as she snuggled against him. He loved lying in bed with her. The elegant bedroom of their suite at The Club was the perfect place to show Abigail just how much she meant to him. It was hard to believe it had only been a few hours since they decided to take this little adventure. He’d prefer to stay in bed all weekend, but he wanted to please her, too. “We can go anywhere you want.”
She shook her head. “I like it here. It’s comfy.” Her head was on his chest. He stroked her hair, enjoying the feel of it in his hands. “Do you think Jack’s here?”
Sam went very still. He knew Jack was here. He’d asked the valet, who confirmed he’d parked Jack’s truck just after noon. “Yes.” Sam was cautious. He didn’t want to ruin the moment. It might be the last nice one they had for awhile. Once he showed his face downstairs there would be no stopping the gossip. It was possible the few people they had dealt with might not realize who he was and his connection with Jack Barnes. In the bar, there would be no such chance. Someone would ask Jack what Sam was doing here and then the real fireworks would start.
Abby sighed. “Where do you think he’s staying? Do you think he’s in one of the other rooms? I wonder if he’ll be down in the club. Do you think…?”
Sam knew where she was going. “No, Abby. I find it very difficult to believe that he’s going to be down in the dungeon trolling for a date. I don’t know why he’s here, but it’s not for cheap sex. Relax. We’ll be in serious trouble soon enough. Now, where do you want to go for dinner? I’m starving. I don’t want to face my inevitable execution on an empty stomach.”
“I would never let that happen, but I don’t want to go out. The motorcycle is fun and all, but I think it would be hard to get dressed up and do my hair just to have it ruined by the helmet. Besides, I already called and ordered room service while you were in the bathroom.” Her lips curled up sweetly.