The Remarkable Lover (Sweet Southern Book 3) by Maya Jean

Author:Maya Jean [Jean, Maya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

10

JACKSON

Now that I’ve got Harper in my grip, I will never let go. Proving that to Harper will probably be my entire life’s work. The way his eyes had lit up at the sight of the horses still fills my chest with a pulsing, radiating warmth. Like there’s a fucking supernova inside of me just from bringing him joy. Maybe his genuine smiles mean more because of how rarely they appear. But I want to see them a million times a day. I want to earn those smiles and be the main source of them.

Also, sucking his dick was an otherworldly experience. The slight flush of his skin, the taste of him, even the cloying, pretend confidence as he teased me into sucking him off… Whoever would’ve guessed that would be a turn-on for me?

After sucking him off, I had this possessive urge to hold him all night, keep him close to me. But Harper had jumped off the island with a nervous, almost terrified air and all but hustled me out of the house. I’m onto him, though. Being vulnerable terrifies him, and there’s nothing more vulnerable than letting your new boyfriend suck you off for the very first time.

Every morning I send him a good morning text.

Every morning he replies with something snotty, sarcastic, or fussy.

Jesus, why does that turn me on?

We might be dating but I’m not an idiot. I know he’s waiting for me to drop him like a sack of hot potatoes. But he’s severely underestimated just how much I want him. I don’t know how anyone could ever look at him and not want him with every ounce of their soul.

November starts with a sweet, cold front. Floridians act like snow is coming with their sweatshirts, jeans, and pumpkin spice lattes. Fall in the South has always been one of my favorites. The leaves stay green, but the weather cools, and everyone seems just a little happier.

I keep the windows open in the townhome as I mess with stocks, setting my income for the day. My phone buzzes on the kitchen island with an incoming call and the only person it could be is my mother. Part of me wishes it was Harper, but I think hell would freeze over before that man called me.

“Hi, Mama.”

Mama laughs into the phone, easy and sweet. “Hi, honey. I was calling to see if you’re planning to come home for Thanksgiving. Or are you staying in Florida with your friends?”

“I can come home if you and Dad want me to.”

“Tell him to get his ass home!” Dad hollers from what sounds like the other end of the house.

“Well, you heard the man.” Mama sighs a little, then whispers, “His blood sugar is still elevated. The man isn’t taking care of himself and he doesn’t want to listen to me.”

I swallow loudly. “Got it, Mama. Also, can I bring someone?”

“Oh?” She sounds pleasantly surprised, considering I’ve never brought someone home.

“There’s this boy…”

“Good. Please give me grandchildren before I’m too old to dote on them.

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