Page 77 of Love Beyond the Illusion
Jack nods.
“I know. It was hard for me growing up alone. I always wanted a sister when I was young. Now I have Lina, Bailey, and Avery, and I’m grateful for them, but it would have been nice to have a confidant and friend as a kid.” Would a sibling have helped? Or would it just have given Roxy two children to bully?
“Did you have any family around when you were growing up?”
“My grandmother.” She and I were very close. She and my grandfather helped Roxy for years. They had written her out of their will by the time they passed. I replaced her. When Roxy found that out, she demanded I give her the money, but there were very strict instructions in the will stating that I would receive the money when I turned thirty. I assume that my grandparents thought I’d be strong enough to stand up to my mother by that time. I still have a long way to go.
“Are you still close with her?”
I fiddle with the loose pieces of fabric on the blanket. “I was. She died not too long ago.
His posture shrinks. “I’m sorry. When was that?”
“Uh, it’s been about two years. I felt like she was the only person who understood me and the only other person who knew what my mother was like. It’s been hard since she’s been gone.”
“It’s difficult to walk through life without someone who understands you, especially when you feel like a part of you is missing or you can’t be who you want to be,” Jack adds, not truly understanding the depth of the relationship with Roxy.
“Yes, I know what that’s like.” I rise from his lap, deciding it’s time to get myself together for the day. I love this moment with him, but I’m also self-conscious about how I look and probably smell. “I’m going to hop in the shower.”
“I need to get in soon too. I have a few meetings this afternoon at the winery,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
My stomach flutters when a surprising thought pops into my brain. Should I invite Jack to shower with me? He probably won’t want to. That might be crossing the line. Just because we’re sleeping together, we’re not a couple.
“Do you, uh, want to join me?” I stammer.
Jack bends forward in the chair, looking like he’s trying to hold back a smile. “I’d love to join you in the shower.”
I take a sharp breath. We’ve had sex multiple times now and slept in the same bed, but I don’t know why showering together sounds more personal.
I grin at him over my shoulder as I walk through the back door and into the villa. Jack is quick behind me, and by the time we get into the bathroom, he’s already removing his shorts and T-shirt. I yank his shirt off my back, then slide down my shorts—which are also his, piling them on the floor. Jack leans into the shower to turn on the water.
His hard body is flush with mine, and the heat radiating off his skin is grazing my nipples. They harden. Jack must have felt it because he dips his head down and sucks one into his mouth. I shudder from the sensation of the wet smoothness of his mouth.
After a few playful licks, he turns and steps into the shower. I quickly follow, closing the door behind me. The scorching water rains over our bodies as we stand facing one another. I take my time creating random patterns on the curves of his chest.
My nerves come alive with his hands exploring every inch of my skin. “We actuallyneedto shower,” he mumbles into the space behind my ear.
“I know.”
We’re facing each other, surrounded by the thick steam that wraps around us. Jack twists his body around to grab the body wash and my loofah. I do the same, grabbing his soap off the holder built into the wall. While I’m turned away, I feel him begin to wash my back. He starts fast, scrubbing at a measured pace but then slows as he gets to the top of my thighs. The warm water from the shower head hits my pussy, making it throb.
I hear the loofah hit the ground. “I can’t fucking take it,” he growls before I feel him spread my ass cheeks, and with only enough time for me to suck in a gulp of air, the smooth, warm texture of his tongue licks at my puckered hole.
“Damn,” I whimper, losing my balance.
“Sit down,” he says, nudging me onto the marble bench inside the walk-in shower. Like always, I do as he tells me, backing into the heated tile. “Put one foot on the soap holder and the other on the shower door handle,” he tells me, reaching up and aiming the shower head directly at my open legs.
“Alright,” I comply, getting into position. He lowers to his knees between my spread legs. The water pressure hits my sensitive bud, forcing it to burn with pleasure. My clit is throbbing. I feel the slick moisture in between my thighs despite the water cascading over me. With a hungry need, I watch as Jack leaves lingering kisses on both sides of my legs until he reaches my core.
Trembling, I struggle to keep my legs in place. He hooks his arms behind my knees, bracing them. Jack’s mouth reaches the seam at my apex, but he doesn’t taste me yet. He waits with his mouth closed, letting the small puffs of hot air from his breath tickle me until my body takes over and opens for him. Without moving, he teases me, forcing me to beg for it. “Please,” I squeak out, my hips gently bucking at his face.
“What do you want me to do?” he murmurs, running his tongue along the outside of my pussy. This is fucking torture, but I can’t tell him what I want.
He senses my apprehension. “Tell me, or I’m going to get out of the shower.”
I wriggle in place, frustrated with him. Fuck. “Fine. I want you to fuck me with your mouth!” I call out, gripping the back of his head and pushing him into me.
“Yes!” He shoots his tongue out, sending it deep inside of me. Jack lets me guide his head where I want him to go, and with both hands threaded through his hair, he stays licking and sucking. With his head almost completely still, except for the purposeful movements of his tongue, he feeds on me like he’s starving and I’m the only one who can satisfy his hunger.
