Page 48 of Jack

“My girl is a baker, and she wanted the boys to have some extra sugar.” I laugh.

“Oh, man, these smell good. Does she have a store, your girl?”

I smile proudly at hearing someone else call Lilith my girl.

“She does. It is Wicked Sugar, over on 5thand Stine.”

“I will have to take my wife and check out her treats. Enjoy your child-free night, Jack,” he says with a grin.

“Oh, I will.”

I wave goodbye to him and drive away from the house, stopping at a store to pick up some of the items that I need to spend the night with my girl. Making her scream my name over and over again.

When I arrive back at my house, I stay vigilant, making sure that no unknown people or vehicles are nearby. We have a prospect on the house at all times, as an added safety measure, even though the guys from the Phoenix charter hooked me up with a wicked high-tech security system.

I give the prospect a chin lift, then enter the house.

“Lilith,” I call out to her when I enter the house, which smells like apples and cinnamon.

“In the kitchen,” she calls back.

Since I left to drop Dom off at his friend’s house, she has changed into black leggings and an oversized T-shirt. Her ass looks fantastic incased in the stretchy material. My dick thickens in my jeans, as I step closer and she looks over her shoulder at me, her lashes lowered in that seductive way.

How the fuck did her ex say she was like a dead fish and shit in bed. She is a fucking siren.

“Damn, I could get used to seeing you here in my kitchen every day.” I step up behind her, my hands snaking around her waist, pulling her to me so she can feel how hard she is making me.

“Don’t say things like that, Jack,” she pants, pressing back.

Her firm ass nestles into my groin, pressing the zipper of my jeans into my cock and pulling a growl from me.

“Need to have you, Lilith. Need to feel you come on my tongue, then come around my cock.”

Her breath hitches, and I spin her around to face me, then drop down to throw her over my shoulder. She giggles, her hands pressing on my lower back for support. Taking two steps at a time as I climb the stairs, her giggle gets louder and I fucking love the sound.

Reaching my room, I toss her on the bed gently, following her down and taking her lips in a kiss that leaves no room to question how much I want her. Her tongue slips in, touching my bottom lip and pulling another growl from me.

Breaking the kiss, I stare down at her, taking in her dark green eyes showing her arousal, her breathing has picked up some pace, and she looks at me looking at her. The more I look at her, a frown starts to appear between her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“When we have been together, has it been good, Jack? Truthfully.”

Gritting my teeth, I want to punch that fucker in the face.

“Baby, we have covered this, and I know that after years of him repeatedly telling you that you are shit in bed, it will not just vanish from your thoughts and worries, but I will say this every time you ask me, because, baby, I want you to believe and trust me when I say this, you are the fucking best I have ever had.” Her nose crinkles, making her look cute.

Chuckling, I kiss her. “You know I was no saint before you, but I also was not as bad as the guys in the club. Lil, I have had my share of women, and they were nothing like you. Thank fuck,” I quickly add when she frowns again. “You make me feel shit that I wasn’t sure I could feel. This is not some passing fling for me, baby. I want you for as long as you will have me.”

“For as long as I’ll have you? Jack, have you seen yourself? You could have any woman you wanted. I am nothing special, just a plain Jane, well except for my hair.” She smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“You are far from fucking plain, baby. I love your hair; in fact, I love every inch of you. That freckle that sits right next to your left nipple, the way your skin turns pink when you come for me. Everything about you makes me hard and forget my head. No other woman has ever made me feel like this, or want to feel like this, Red, baby. Today and tomorrow morning are all about us. I want to get lost in you, and I want you to be lost in me.”

Licking her lips she leans up, and pressing her lips to mine, her tongue slips between them. Lashing at the inside of my mouth, she takes what she wants, making my dick throb.

The kiss goes from sweet and slow to needy, hungry, if you will.

Her body trembles against mine, her nipples hard, and pressing into my chest.

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