Red

CHAPTER TWO

Jacob

As soon as I left the office I slumped into my car and let out the biggest groan. I was fucked. How was I supposed to control myself, my emotions, and do my normal work day with her in my presence? Mr Red was well and truly a bastard.

I reversed recklessly out of my designated parking spot, lurching towards the traffic laden roads. Fuck five o clock rush hour, and fuck sitting in it. I made a right turn instead of a left and raced the opposite way to my apartment. I'd visit my mother and siblings.

As I wove my way between other cars, my foot on seventy, I couldn't stop the endless thoughts of Rhiannon. Did I mention she smelt like coconut oil? A sweet spritz mixed win coconuts. It reminded me of that holiday I took last year to the Bahamas. My friends girlfriend - Thomas and Alesha - accompanied me and her sun cream made her smell like coconuts.

Just the thought of Rhiannon rubbing creamy coconut oil over her damp, wet skin made my cock grow again. Her sexy tits glowing, silky soft, and smelling beautiful as my mouth engulfed her left nipple. Fuck, I'd ruin her perfect little body. She wouldn't want anyone else again. She'd crave my cock.

"Goddammit Jacob!" I screamed, smacking the steering wheel. What the hell was wrong with me? I get women all the time. I'm sure I could find another red haired, curvy woman, why did I need her?

I was thankful for the distraction as I pulled up outside my mothers tiny townhouse. A house that startled bad memories, and I begged her to sell so I could buy her a much better one. Yet she refused. She claimed she loved her little house and it was all she needed. Stubborn woman.

I slammed the door harder than intended and stalked up the drive. My youngest sisters head bobbed out the window, a squeal of excitement reaching my ears, before she swung the door open and fell into my arms. She was only ten. The baby of the family, and luckily too young to remember our selfish father. She was tainted enough from the four years we struggled when she was little, she didn't need that on top of her as well. When she is old enough I'd tell her more, but for now she only knows he left. She doesn't know the reason and she doesn't fully understand he is to blame for our previous poverty.

"Hey Gabby" I squeezed her tight and carried her through the house, kicking the front door shut behind me.

"I missed you! Why are you here? Are you staying? Are you having dinner?-"

"Woah, calm down Miss hyper. I've just come to say hi"

I let her fall back to the ground, my heart stinging when I saw her disappointment at what I said. Like hell I would stay here. It brought back too many negative memories for me to cope with, I also needed to find someone I could give a good fuck. My dick was aching.

"How's my baby boy" mom greeted as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her five foot two height. She had beautiful blonde hair, it was shiny and wavy since it had grown back after the chemotherapy, and I'm sure she'd had highlights in it. She looked fantastic. There was nothing more perfect than seeing that sweet smile on my mothers face.

We hugged for ages. It felt like hours, but it wasn't nearly enough time. I could hold her for ages and never get tired. Maybe it was from seeing her so ill, but mom was the only person that could soothe me. She made me feel content and I always felt I belonged when I came home to see her. Father never made us feel loved like that, maybe it was a sign he never cared about us like mom did.

"Come, come!" She beamed, dragging me towards the kitchen. "My new salary meant I could finally sort this mess of a kitchen out"

Jesus.