Predator - A Stand Alone Suspense Romance

I’m so stunned by his caveman behavior that I only gather my senses when he stops at the diner.

“Gorgeous?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow. “And what’s with all the kissing?”

He takes his seatbelt off and opens the door. “You’re gorgeous, and you’re my wife. I’m just kissing my wife hello and goodbye. It’s what normal married couples do.”

He gets out of the car leaving me confused. So he’s only kissing me for appearances sake?

Shit, I’m starting to think I imagined the kiss on the beach.





Damian~

Fuck, it gets hot here. I wipe the sweat from my forehead and then screw in the last of the screws for the landing. Once I’m done, I stand back and look at what I’ve achieved today. The landing is perfect. I’ve given Mr. Taylor enough elbow space as well.

I pack up my tools and then walk into the house. “I’m heading home, Mr. Taylor.”

“Would you like to stay for some milk and cookies?” Mrs. Taylor asks from the kitchen. She baked today and it smells mouthwatering.

“No thanks, Mrs. T. I have to go get Nina.”

“Of course. I’ll keep some for you for tomorrow. You have a good night.”

I wave and then rush to the car. I don’t want to be late picking up Nina. I have a little surprise for her.

Just as I stop in front of the hardware store, she comes out. She looks a little tired but she smiles happily when she sees me. The work is good for her. It’s not the job I would’ve chosen for her, but it keeps her busy.

She gets into the car and I lean over to her. I press a kiss to her lips. “Hey, Gorgeous. How was your day?”

It’s becoming routine, the hello and goodbye pecks. I tell myself it’s only for appearances, but yeah, total bullshit.

“It was good. The rest of your lumber order came in so you can get it when you drop me off tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, good!” I drive to the local car dealership. I had a talk with the sales guy and he found a truck that I can trade the car for. I can’t be a handyman and not have a truck. “I’m trading the car in for a truck. It would suit our environment better,” I tell Cara.

“Oh. Okay.” When I stop in front of the dealership she scrunches her nose. “Can I wait outside?”

“Sure.” I go inside and find Ben. “You have it ready?” I ask, hoping this will be a quick transaction.

“Yeah,” Ben points to the table that’s overflowing with paperwork. “I just need to make a copy of your license while you sign a few things.”

I take a seat and then he hands me the documents with a pen. “Just sign where I’ve marked with an x.”

I hand him my license that’s in the name of Alex Jackson and I make sure to sign in that name too. One screw up and our lives could be at risk.

The whole transaction takes about fifteen minutes before I get the keys. “You’ll see it parked out front. I had it washed but you’ll have to put in some gas.”

“Sure.” I smile and reach out my hand to him, “Thanks for all your help.”

Cara is standing outside, just staring off into space. I take her hand and point to the truck. “There’s our new wheels.”

I open the door for her. She tilts her head and then looks at me. “Does it come with a ladder?”

Laughter bubbles over my lips and I take hold of her hips, lifting her into the truck.

I stop in front of the diner and I she looks at me all puzzled. “Again? We were here on Tuesday.”

“Just stay put. I’ll be back soon.” I run into the diner and get us ice-creams.

When I come out of the diner, Cara smiles widely. “Oh yes!” She claps her hands and then takes one. I watch her lick at it and it has a direct link to my cock, which hardens instantly.

I drive to a quiet spot where we have a nice view of the ocean, all the while trying to get rid of the hard-on. We get out of the cab and I lower the tailgate so we can sit in the back. I slide all the way back and lean against the back of the cab. Cara sits down next to me and we finish our ice-creams.

The view is stunning and just sitting like this is relaxing. We should do it more often.

“That was nice. Thanks,” she says as she licks her fingertips. I watch every one of those tips slip in between her perfect lips. I hear every tiny pop as she pulls that same tip out again.

Fuck.

Her eyes meet mine and she freezes with a finger in her mouth. I reach for her hand and pull it out from between her lips. I bring the still wet tip to my mouth and then close my lips over it. Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip as her eyes zoom in on her finger in my mouth.

I suck gently and then see the heat flare in her eyes. I’m playing with fire now and we can both get burned, but fuck, I can’t stop what’s happening.

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