Sins of the Past (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

sofa. He didn’t know if he was welcomed in her home after what he had just done to her, but he decided to take a chance. He had a feeling his neighbor’s prickly attitude scared most people off, but after the things he had seen and done, there wasn’t much that scared him. Besides, he smiled to himself, he liked a challenge. It made the win that much sweeter in the end.
    Jacob sighed in relief when he finally eased down, taking his weight off his leg. He rubbed his knee, softly moaning at how good the heat of his hand felt through the bandages. He was in pain and his meds were at his house. The distance seemed like miles instead of feet when he thought of the return trip he would have to make home. In hindsight, Jacob knew he probably should have never left his house, but he couldn’t sit there and stare at his walls another second. He missed his team. He missed the action the assignments brought, but most of all, he missed his best friend Cole.
    His neighbor’s curses and stomps came down the hallway long before she did and Jacob had to hold back a laugh. When she finally came back, she headed straight for the kitchen still mumbling under her breath. She had dressed in a tiny pair of shorts and tank top which did nothing to hide her curves. His mouth watered at the thought of stripping them off of her and tracing all of those curves with his tongue.
    “Stupid men. That gigantic fucker better be happy he didn’t break my nose. Too bad.” His neighbor sighed as she forcefully rubbed mayo on her bread, accidentally poking a hole in it. “The big ox was cute, but why do the big ones always have to be so dumb?”
    “I’m far from dumb, honey,” Jacob yelled from his seat on the couch.
    “What the hell?” his neighbor screamed sending the butter knife she was just using flying toward his head.
    Jacob ducked just in time to keep from being hit and laughed.
    “Why are you still here in my house? I thought you went home. Or did you want to assault me some more?” His neighbor glared at him with her hands on her hips.
    The move tightened the shirt she was wearing across her breasts and Jacob grimaced and gritted his teeth as he fought the urge to adjust his aching cock in front of her. He had a feeling that wouldn’t go over well with his little neighbor. She was already steaming mad and he had no plans of adding more fuel to the fire.
    He focused on her red swollen nose. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. I’m sorry about your nose.” Jacob nodded to his crutches sitting beside him. “I’m still trying to get used to them, unfortunately. If it makes you feel any better, you aren’t the first casualty to them.”
    That last comment caused the corner of her mouth to twitch into a hint of a smile and Jacob almost sighed in relief. She was no longer looking at him like she wanted to kill him and that was just fine with him. Jacob would never admit it out loud, but his tiny neighbor kind of scared him. She was like a stick of dynamite waiting to go off.
    Jacob cleared his throat when it became obvious that his neighbor was still waiting on him to speak. “Anyway, I’m glad it’s not broken.”
    With a curt nod, his neighbor turned and headed back into the kitchen. She went back to making her sandwich, leaving Jacob at a loss of what to do. He had no idea if he had just been dismissed or if his company was even wanted. The thought of going back to his house to stare at the bare walls or mindlessly at the TV kept him glued to her couch. Watching his neighbor mutter to herself as she tortured her sandwich into submission was much more interesting than anything he would find on TV.
     
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    What the hell is wrong with me? The man nearly breaks my nose and I can barely stop myself from giggling and blushing like a twelve-year-old girl who just met a member of my favorite boy band. Next, I’ll be stalking his trash for memorabilia for my scrap book. Lorna snorted at the thought. She resisted the urge to look over at him and sigh. From what she saw of the man when he had been across the street, he was gorgeous, but up close, the man was devastatingly handsome.
    At the moment, Lorna could tell he was in pain from whatever injury he had and he wasn’t at his best. She had a feeling that when he was at one hundred percent though, the man would be surrounded with an aura of arrogance and danger. “Slap a tux on him and I have my very own James Bond sitting on my living room sofa,” Lorna mumbled