Page 6 of King of Jokers

Helped by making every single one of my dreams come true and waking a part of me which had been asleep for a long time.

Even underneath the shadow of night, his dark eyes lit a fire deep in my belly, reminding me while my heart was full, other parts of my body were going to struggle over the next couple of months with wanting what they couldn’t have. Especially after the way the softest touch of his lips against my own sent a mating call to my entire reproductive system.

“Let’s go have a drink.” I said, trying desperately to keep the mood light.

He didn’t need to like my new look, he didn’t need to kiss me back, he didn’t even need to understand. He just needed to escort me inside before I ran upstairs and grabbed whatever I could to ease the throb which was pulsing like a steady drumbeat between my legs.

Jack

Chapter Four

I’mgoingtoneeda fair amount of lube to survive this fucking summer, I thought as I snuck a glance down at my noticeably awake cock twitching against my zipper like a caged animal before following Winter in the kitchen hoping I could sneak away while she showered to give myself some relief.

What in the fuckery was that?

Winter

Chapter Five

“Thisissurprisinglygood.”I said, squinting at the orange bottle of liqueur which I was almost positive Mum acquired before I was born.

Jack took another sip before licking his lips, “It’s not great, but I’ve tasted worse. It’s strong as shit though, what’s it called?”

Reading the back of the bottle I hiccuped before answering.

“SO strong. My feet feel numb. The label is faded so I’m not actually sure,” I shrugged, finishing the rest of my glass. “But I like it,” I giggled while trying to wiggle my toes.

“Tell me more about this book you’re writing.”

I rolled my head to face him and sighed. “I mean I told you the premise last night.” Flashbacks of the feel of his lips against my own caused my cheeks to warm and judging by the lazy smile which split his face, he noticed.

“You also used me for research purposes so I think I’ve earned the right to more details.”

“Fine,” I acquiesced. “Where was I up to?” I said more to myself than him as I looked up towards the ceiling desperately trying to wade through the alcoholic fog and activate my memory. “Oh, yep. So they’re on the plane and they’re about to kiss…”

Closing my eyes I pictured my characters.

Jackson and Summer.

He was impressively broad. Confident and self-assured. Caring towards those he loved.

Summer was less confident, focused and loyal.

“And?” Jack said, pausing the scene playing in my mind.

“And nothing. I’m struggling! How do I write about love and passion and…” Leaning closer to him I whispered, “S-E-X, if I’m not currently having any.”

Jack began coughing, holding up a hand to indicate he was okay and I pondered if I was perhaps making him uncomfortable. We’d discussed most things. He knew when I had my period, the fact I could only wear bras without underwire and that I folded my toilet paper. Three times to be exact. But we didnotdiscuss intimacy. It was a topic which we seemed to subconsciously agree was better left unsaid.

I’d seen photos of him online with numerous women. I’d been friends with some of his exes in school. But I wasn’t a sadist and asking questions was only going to cause unnecessary feelings of jealousy. Or those of the murderous kind – who can be sure.

“What about Kyle?” He spoke his name as if it left a bad taste in his mouth and I feigned mock horror with a dramatic hand to my chest.

“Oh, yes. Kyle. I could definitely write about the way he picked me up once a month, took me to his favourite lookout, and aggressively rubbed himself against me for what felt like three days before he finally decided it was enough foreplay. Then I was guaranteed at least fifty seconds of an awkwardly positioned car–” I flung my hand in his direction so I didn’t need to say or spell the word, “Before he finished and told me how much he loved watching me C-U-M. Which was funny given he had never actually seen it.”

Throwing his head back Jack howled, pausing after a solid minute only to acknowledge my words. “You’re right. You can’t use that story. Especially when you can’t even say the words cum and sex.”

“Shut up.” I whacked him on the arm playfully, feeling my cheeks flush again. I was never embarrassed around Jack and it wasn’t a weird new quirk that it made me uncomfortable to say words like that out loud, I’d just never really needed to use them around him.