Just Pretend

Chapter Twenty-Two

Jason

I want to do something for Gwen to help ease the fact that I'd fucked up last night. I know exactly when she means when she says we're going on like a couple, because we are, but I also know that she wouldn't have it any other way; except maybe being able to get with someone when she wants to.

That's not something I want to think about.

Jealousy fills me at the thought of her with someone else and I stomp it down, telling myself that it won't matter as long as the guy she ends up with takes care of her like she deserves to be taken care of. Even if she were to be accepted by my family, which she'll have no problem doing, I doubt she'll want to be part of it.

Alyssa almost lost Will because of my family's rules.

I'm not planning on taking the risk that Gwen might grow to hate me because of my parents and our family history.

I hear her chair pull out again and I look over my shoulder as I pick up an egg from the tray to see her crossing her legs and placing her forearms on the counter, her eyes on me. I turn to face her and drag a bowl into the crook of my arm and cracking the egg into it, my eyes on hers.

The atmosphere grows electric as I continue to break eggs into the bowl, until I have five eggs swimming around in the bowl, my eyes never leaving Gwen's. I watch as her eyes grow darker with desire, and I can feel my cock grow heavier under her gaze.

I feel around for the whisk I'd put close by and Gwen slides from her chair, her gaze still trained on me as she walks slowly towards me.

'Has anyone ever told you that you look sexy in the kitchen?' she asks as she stops in front of me, her head tilted all the way back to look up at me. I pause in my search for the whisk, watching her curiously and cautiously, unable to read her expression.

'No. But then, I've never made a woman breakfast,' I say and she raises her eyebrows, lifting her hand and placing it on my chest, stepping close enough that I have to put the bowl with the eggs on the counter next to me.

'You haven't?' she asks softly, her eyes lifting to mine before dropping down to my chest, following her hand as she slides it slowly up to my shoulder up to my neck and sliding her fingers into the fine hair in my neck. I put a hand on her hip to steady her as I notice that she's standing in her toes to achieve the position. I shake my head at her question, letting her do as she pleases and not drawing attention to the fact that she'd just said that we wouldn't be intimate this morning.

Her eyes lift to mine and my breath catches in my throat at the sight and she draws her bottom lip between her teeth with her tongue, her eyes darting from my eyes to my lips before going back to my eyes.

'What makes me so special?' she asks in the same soft tone as she steps forward and presses her body against mine, wrapping her other hand around my neck to join the other and I wind both of my arms around her waist to keep her from losing her balance.

I huff a laugh and look her in the eyes asking her if she's really asking that question. She nods and I have to wrack my brain to think of the biological reason I want to take care of her in every way possible.

'I've never cared about a woman as much as I care for you,' I tell her and a small smile passes over her lips, her fingers burying themselves in my hair.

'I doubt that,' she says and I look down at her with raised eyebrows.

'There must have been someone in the past that could tame Jason Harrington,' she explains and I smile wryly; my mind darting back to my last year of high school when Alexi, my one and only serious girlfriend ever, cheated on me with my best friend.