My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 115

Evelyn

"You destroyed me…" I exhaled, burying my head into his neck, feeling his presence engulf me, even now, lingering in every corner of my being. I could still feel him down there…..that’s how good those rounds had been.

"I don’t destroy beautiful things," he murmured, his hand tracing my spine before gently disappearing into my hair, his fingers brushing my scalp, evoking a soft gasp from my lips. It was a welcome sensation, especially after the fervent intensity of his touch, all that tugging and pulling onto my poor hairlocks, when he had pounded into me from behind—a memory still vivid in my senses.

Though, I couldn’t deny the thrill of his tugging and pulling... but let that be, I was already exhausted for the night.

"What do you do, then?" I asked, without lifting my head or meeting his gaze. I could almost picture the expression on his striking face without having to glance at him—right now, it was likely one of those sexy smirks that inevitably melted into breathtaking grins.

God, I loved him!

Jacob remained silent for a fleeting moment before finally speaking up, "I just love them right."

"Mind if I ask how many 'beautiful things' you've encountered?" I finally looked at him.

"Well…" He emitted a small, throaty laugh, brushing my hair away from my face. His fingers lingered, tracing from my collarbone to the sides of my breasts, down to my hip, as if he were savoring the sight of me, despite having already memorized every detail countless times.

"Well, what? Tell me."

"A few, but none as beautiful as you are, my love," he said, leaning in to kiss me on the lips. "God, you are a masterpiece." He kissed me again.

"You could just be saying that to make me feel better," I teased, raising an eyebrow. I relished getting under his skin—it was a guilty pleasure I didn’t feel guilty about in the least.

"Hey, it’s a crime for you to even start having those doubts," he said, his tone serious, his gaze unwavering, settling on me in a way that already told me that he thought—I was ridiculous, “Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? You are perfect, alright? There’s no one who could compete with you."

I fought a smile as he spoke—his words had a way of melting any doubts, especially when I was already so deeply in love with him. So, inevitably, a smile broke across my face.

"Why are you so sweet?" I hugged him, planting gentle kisses on his neck. "You know you are the sweetest human being I’ve ever come across?"

"I'm not sweet. I'm just stating the truth—Samuel’s got some damn good genes," he chuckled, reverting to his usual teasing self. "Danica wasn’t that pretty, but look at you, like a masterpiece. And Clara is pretty. I wonder how your siblings will look if they have a child. Probably gorgeous, thanks to Samuel's genes, even if he himself is…well, ugly.”

My mouth nearly hung open at his words. It hadn’t even been a second since I called this guy a sweet human being.

"I take my words back," I grabbed the pillow from behind me and hurled it at his face. "You are a jerk!"

"Hey, I was just joking," he shielded himself with his hands, dodging my attacks.

"That did not…" another hit, "sound like a joke!"

"But it was," he laughed, seemingly unfazed. "Trust me. I was just trying to get the little beast out of you."

"Beast out of me? What do you think this is? Some Twilight crap?"

"Speaking of which, the wolf guy and I have the same name. So that makes you Renesmee but the only exception is that I never ever, even in my nightmares liked Danica—she was never my type.”

This man…

He couldn’t be fucking serious.

First, he indirectly called me a beast and then tagged it with ‘little’ and now this! What the heck was ‘little beast’ supposed to mean? I wasn’t small!

"You jerk!" I retaliated, delivering another blow, this time sitting up and straddling him to launch a direct attack on his face. However, with his strong arms, he effortlessly grabbed the pillow and tossed it away. When I attempted to grab another one, he flipped us, leaving me beneath him, asserting control as he always did.

“I was just joking, Evelyn.”

"Move away, I'm not done yet!"