Distracting the Billionaire's Son (12 page)

“Stupid girl,” she whispered and kissed my cheek, wrapped
her arms around shoulders.

Jonah lowered himself to the edge of my bed, pried my hips
away from his sister and pulled me close. He rested his face against the fabric
over my stomach, inhaled all of me. “Stupid,
stupid
girl. Because I’d
let you anywhere near some strange guy’s couch.”

“Jess!” Shannon gasped and put her hands across her abdomen.
“He’s touching your stomach! And you’re letting him!”

“Yeah,” I said, shaking my head in amazement at both them.
“I am.”

She beamed. “I knew it was only a matter of time, Trixie.”

Jonah raised an eyebrow at us. “Trixie?”

“Nevermind.” I touched his hair and he stood, captured my
chin in his hand. Kissed me gently.

“You two should have told me,” she chided, and took my hand
out of Jonah’s. He took that moment to slip out of my hands and head for the
door. “Where are you going? I approve! Really! Don’t go, Jonah!”

“I’ve got two people to throw out of my house. If she tries
to take one step out of this door Shannon, knock her out.” Shannon and I
glanced at each other and raced after him into the dark trees and up the path
toward the main house. The party at the beach had thinned, but many people were
still drinking under the stars. Mr. and Mrs. Silver were gone. So were my
parents.

Jonah took two stairs at a time up to the front door,
stalked inside, and followed his parent’s voices to the back breakfast porch.
Shannon and I followed, clutching each other for protection.

“Where are they?” he demanded as he burst into the room.
They jumped and turned to Jonah.

“Who, darling? Shannon and Jessica?” Mrs. Silver started to
point toward us huddling in the doorway, but he cut her off.

“No, Jessica’s parents. I want to throw them out
personally.”

Mr. Silver stepped out to meet Jonah halfway. “Sorry, Jonah.
I’m afraid I’ve already done that. I had no idea, Jessica, forgive us. I
thought a lovely girl like you, so smart and kind, would have parents to match.
They were very excited to drink my champagne, sleep in my beds, take my boats
out on the ocean. They were surprised I even knew your name. You deserve
better.”

Jonah turned, reached for my hand, and I took it. Our secret
was out anyway. He pulled me to his side. “She has better.”

Mr. Silver looked between us, appraised his son. “Yes, she
does.”

Mrs. Silver came in for a hug. Oh good, a future of hugs
spread out before me. I couldn’t wait.

How long? I wondered. Jonah was serious and intense and I
didn’t know if that meant when he grabbed hold of something, it was forever or if
he burned all-consuming before burning out.

“If you can stand it, we have one more surprise and I
promise, this one will be worth it. We were just waiting for you to return.
Come. Come!” She produced a glass of champagne practically from thin air, filled
my hand with the delicate flute, and pulled Shannon after her through the doors
to the back deck. We followed, Jonah’s fingers threaded through mine.

The dark sky over the water spread out before us. We took
our places at the railing of the deck, Jonah behind me. He wrapped his arms
around my waist, pressed his palms against my stomach. I shivered pleasantly
and pressed myself against him.

“I hear they like animation in Japan,” Jonah said against my
ear, barely a whisper, and the feel of his voice shivered my whole body. I
smiled and pressed into him because we matched so well.

“Tonight,” he whispered against my ear. “Every night.”

The sky exploded with color and sound, rockets of golds and
reds painted the night stars. I gasped, jumped, but Jonah only tightened his
hold, pulled me into the space between his arms and kissed my neck, kissed the
gasps and cries from my throat. Shannon clapped and squealed, reached for them
like she might pluck the dazzle of light from the sky.

Every night. I could live with that.

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