Jail Bird by Jessie Keane Read Free Book Online Page B

ribbons, was coming up the drive.
    ‘I’ll give your Uncle Si a shout,’ said Maeve, and took herself off to find him.
    ‘And where the hell is Oli?’ Saz shouted after her.
    ‘You’re not supposed to do that,’ said Oli King sternly, pushing her dark curling hair out of her eyes and ignoring the almost unbearable, palpitating heat of desire that was sweeping over her. She sneaked a look out through the stable door when she heard a motor passing. ‘And look, there’s the damned car and I’m supposed to be in there helping Saz…no, don’t do that…’
    Oli was eighteen to Saz’s twenty-one, and she thought that her sister Saz had been born old. She, however, had not. She wasn’t planning on getting married, settling down, all that boring load of bollocks, not ever. She planned one day to live on the Left Bank in Paris and have a lot of lovers. Beyond that, she hadn’t planned much at all. But then…then she had met Jase.
    ‘Do what?’ asked Jase, his fingers busy inside the terracotta-coloured silk bodice of her bridesmaid’s dress.
    ‘ That, ’ she snapped, although the rough touch of his hands against her cool-skinned breasts and hard, urgently aroused nipples was driving her insane. ‘Stop it. Or I’ll tell Uncle Si on you.’
    Jase worked for Si. Doing what, Oli was never entirely sure.
    Ask no questions and you’ll be told no lies : that was the family motto. Obviously it was Jase’s motto, too, because whenever she’d tentatively skirted around the subject of what he actually did for Uncle Si, Jase was always evasive. He was
    Head of Security at the family club, she knew that, but that wasn’t all he did for Si and Freddy, she just knew it. There were too many nights away, too many hushed phone calls and delivering packages, too many times when he was distracted or distant.
    Jase was gorgeous, though. Curly dark hair, big shoulders, narrow laughing dark green eyes. He looked great in the morning suit he was wearing, a white carnation in the buttonhole. He’d said she looked great in the terracotta-coloured dress, too, and had promptly brought her in here and tried to get the damned thing off her.
    Oli hated dresses anyway. She lived in jeans and t-shirts. High heels killed her. It was all very well for Saz, poncing about like Lady Muck, but she hated all this show. She was happier here, in the old disused stables, with Jase. If only he’d behave.
    ‘You’ve got fantastic tits,’ said Jase, popping one out of the top of the bodice to admire it more easily.
    ‘No…’ moaned Oli, but when he put his mouth to her breast, lapping the nipple with his tongue, she stopped protesting. She was absolutely smitten with Jase. She loved all this. She’d been terrified the first time, terrified and sort of flattered too. Because Jase had told her he loved her, and then he’d done it to her, and it had been her absolute first time, very quick, brutally sexual, and quite painful. And then had come the wait, the horrible, anxious wait, and the fear. I could be pregnant, she’d thought over and over, feeling sick with dread.
    That was how she felt most times they did it now – sick with terror as well as desire.
    ‘We’ve got time for a quicky,’ said Jase, already lifting her skirts.
    ‘No we haven’t, ’ said Oli, thinking: Oh shit, not again.
    ‘Yes we have.’ He nuzzled into her neck. ‘You let me last time. You liked it.’ He took her hand, stroked it over the bulge in his trousers.
    Oli groaned. She felt nearly incandescent with need now. She had liked it. But they’d used no protection, nothing, and she’d been so relieved when her period had come on. She looked down. He’d unzipped himself and now he was holding his naked penis, hugely engorged and aroused, in his hand. ‘Come on, Oli. You know you want to…’
    Oh, and how she wanted to. She was so lucky to have Jase for her boyfriend, she knew that. He could take his pick of the girls in their circle, but he’d chosen her,