The Gift by Portia Da Costa Read Free Book Online

certainly wasn’t the gentle sweet paragon he’d always fantasised about. No way. She was combative, stubborn, strong-willed. It was a bloody miracle he’d got her into the car at all.
    Only where sex was concerned did she seem to be pliant and responsive. Hell, he’d never met a woman like her, and his wayward cock was kicking even now, thinking about the sweet taste of her delicious body and those awesome, rough, out-of-control sounds she’d made as he’d pleasured her.
    And that was the other thing. Tonight had gone completely off the rails. He’d never planned to move so far, so fast. But he’d run out of control himself at the slightest hint of her pussy. Just like the randy teenager he’d been when he first met her.
    Weirdest of all though, despite everything about tonight and the woman at his side being completely out of kilter, she still had a weirdly Zen-like, almost soothing effect onhim. He couldn’t explain it. Sandy might not be Princess but, for the moment, he didn’t mind.
    He kept his eyes on the road, a keen awareness of her body and her familiar face distracting him from the fine jagged thread of fear that always plagued him when he drove. When he glanced in the rear-view mirror he was astonished to catch himself smiling. He couldn’t even bring himself to feel guilty for the fact he was lying to her.
    Would she ever forgive him for not telling her immediately that he was the handsome lad who’d once helped her? Would she still want to sleep with him if she knew he was the son of the man who was probably currently her worst enemy in the whole wide world? Probably not, but he’d face those bitter truths – and their ramifications – when the time came.
    As surreptitiously as she could, Sandy snuck a glance at Jay.
    A slight smile was playing around his mouth, giving his bearded face a devilish saturnine cast. Combined with the scars and the generally hard look of him, it made her heart feel as if it was rolling over in her chest. Especially bearing in mind that, driving course or no driving course, he could still well be a reckless testosterone-addled driver whose next supercar smash could be his last. That line about the Institute of Advanced Motorists was probably utter bullshit. Once a boy racer, always a boy racer.
    Even so, despite more speed than she was used to, his driving style was silky smooth and perfectly controlled. Contrary to all logic, she actually felt safe with him. Well, in the car at least, as he’d so rightly teased her. Otherwise, he was totally outrageous.
    And yet she’d still invited him back to her place. Now it was her turn to smirk.
    She wanted more of what he’d given her. More of the same, and a lot of different stuff too. Kat wasn’t the only person who was interested in sensual experimentation. With Jay Bentley, so mysterious and daring, Sandy sensed that her chance to sample the new and the hot was here.
    ‘What are you thinking about?’
    It was the classic girlie question, but Jay seemed man enough to ask it.
    ‘Oh, just my friend Kat. I couldn’t find her at the party. I’ve no idea where she is, but she probably found Greg and they’re shagging like bunnies somewhere … or doing something extremely kinky.’
    Jay laughed. ‘Ah yes, you were going to tell me some tales.’ He licked his lips, his tongue flicking out quickly, darting in a way that reminded her of his prowess in the garden. She felt an intense urge to wriggle in her seat.
    ‘Well, Kat’s always been one for the blokes. She’s got a heart of gold and she’s a dear, dear friend, but she likes to have fun. She’s always the one who suggests a Chippendales night out, or a sex-toy party. That sort of thing.’
    ‘She sounds like an entertaining person to know.’
    ‘Not half. She’s got no shame when it comes to talking about her sex life and, since she started seeing Greg, she’s been completely outrageous.’
    ‘Do go on.’ Jay changed gear with perfect equanimity, but she