Page 50 of Rise By Sin

Jack slid out from under me, laying me down flat so he could lean up over me, laid on his side facing me, his head propped on his elbow.

“Nothing between us is embarrassing. When we played together communication and honesty were everything. Now, things between us are different. Your ours now, and taking care of you means even more, if that’s possible. Honesty and communication will be even more important on both sides. Don’t you agree?” he asked.

Fine!” I sighed dramatically. “If you’re gonna go and get all serious on me.”

“Tell me, Ava. I never want to scare you,” he commanded.

“I was more worried about scaring you,” I uttered more to myself.

“Scaring me? What the bloody hell are you talking about?” he asked with a confused smirk. God, he was even better lucking when he smiled.

“Fuck!” I hissed as I turned so I lay on my side facing him. He was right about honesty, but did we really have to be this open?! “You saw me when I arrived here, right? I’m a mess.”

“You’re not…”

“Jack.” I cut him off. “I am. I have barely spoken to another person outside of the odd call with Colt in almost two years. I was living in a dive, and drinking myself to sleep every night. I cut off everyone in my life and only ever ventured out the bare minimum of groceries and my supply of vodka. Going to the drug store to replenish my meds was getting to be too much interaction for me to dal with, to the point I was considering not even refilling the prescriptions any more. I was a mess. Still am.”

“I have to thing of you living like that. I wish you’d reached out to me and Mason. Even if you’d just told Colt,” he sighed as he laid down and pulled me so I half lay on him.

“I should have been honest with Colt. I know that now, but I can’t change that,” I sighed as I snuggled into him and wrapped an arm across his waist. “Anyway, the point is, taking care of myself wasn’t exactly a priority. I haven’t had sex since before the shooting. Applying makeup, and even brushing my hair seemed pointless to me. At first personal care was pretty impossible too. Physio gave me enough flexibility to start shaving my legs, which was good because hair there itches like a motherfucker, but I…I haven’t taken the time to even try shaving other areas…you know, below the waist,” I admitted. I was sure my face was beet red with the confession and I was so embarrassed to be admitting to such a personal issue.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Please don’t tell me that’s why you stopped me getting a taste I’ve waited far too fucking long to get,” he groaned loudly.

“Seriously Jack. Did you see it down there? I haven’t looked lately but I’m pretty sure it looks like sasquatch is hibernating between my damned legs!” I cried.

“Lay back and get your hand back on that pillow,” he growled as he rose up and moved so he was over me again. “I’m getting that taste of you, Ava, you insane bloody woman.”

“You cannot put your face down there, Jack. At least let me visit a damned beauty salon to get it looking slightly less wild!” I cried as I grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to stop him.

“Lay down, hands on the pillow and do not move, or else I’ll show you a whole new level of denial,” he told me, but there wasa smirk on his face that had b=me lying back with a huff and returning my hands to the pillow.

“Just don’t blame me if you’re coughing up furballs for the next week,” I told him dryly.

“No more talking unless you need to tell me to stop, Ava.”

I started to let out a huff again, but stopped as Jack pushed my legs open and dove into my center like he really had been waiting a decade to do so.

“Jack!” I cried in shock.

“After this you, me, and Mace are going to have a talk about new punishments in the bedroom. I think some light spanking might make you focus a little better,” he said as he glared up at me playfully. I was surprised how those words made my heart beat speed up and my core pulse. Maybe I could handle them spanking me. Maybe I wanted them to too.

When I glanced down I could see him watching me, a smirk on his face and those watchful beautiful eyes filled with heat. He peeled down my panties, then tossed them behind him.

A cry of shock and delight burst from me and he dove right back in, toying with my clit as he pushed a finger deep inside me too. He wasn’t going easy, and in just seconds I was already on the brink of an orgasm – something I hadn’t had without the aid of my own hand since the last time I was with him and Mason.

I wanted to cry out again, but I tried to submit to Jack’s demand that I don’t speak as he ate at me like a man possessed. It was perfection and too much all at once. I tried to push my legs closed as sensation overwhelmed me, but Jack just wrapped his strong arms around my thighs and pushed them, holding me open and at his mercy.

“Jack!” I almost yelled as heat crept up my spine and felt like it was setting me on fire all over.

“Come for me, love,” Jack uttered, the words vibrating against my center.

“Yes!” I gasped as my orgasm consumed me, setting alight every nerve ending in my body. My back arched off of the bed. Jack slowed his ministrations but didn’t stop, licking over every inch of me as I fell back against the bed again and tried to breathe through my gasping. My eyes were closed and I still felt as if I were floating, as Jack started to move up the bed. He laid beside me and pulled me onto his chest again, wrapping his huge arm tight around me.

“Color?” he asked as he ran his hand up and down the top of my arm softly.

“Green,” I mumbled happily. “So Green.The HulkGreen.”

“The Hulk?” he laughed.

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