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“Take your tits out for me,” he ordered roughly.
It occurred to me I was about to be stark naked in some farmer’s field, while Jack was still fully dressed, but that didn’t stop me from whipping my shirt off and tossing it aside. Feeling wanton, like one of those women who used to dance at the Painted Cat back in the gold rush days, I kept my eyes locked on his while I unhooked my bra behind my back and shimmied it off my shoulders. He bit his lip as he watched me play with my studs through half-hooded eyes. His cock jerked inside me and his hands flexed on my hips.
“Put it in my mouth.” His lips parted in invitation.
I tilted forward. The straw scratched my palm as I tried to keep my balance. With a little smirk, I dragged my nipple across his cheek, stopping at the corner of his mouth, teasing him with what he wanted.
“Brat,” he said, so adoringly that it felt like the highest praise. Then he turned his face and caught my nipple between his teeth, flicked his tongue over the stud, and drove his hips straight up.
“Fuck!” I shouted. I grabbed his shoulders for balance, my nails digging straight through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. He was going to have ten little crescents marked into his skintomorrow, but I didn’t care. At this angle, his pelvis hit my clit just right and I saw sparks.
“Ride, Janie.” His voice was rough against my ear.
I rode—hard. I dug my heels into his ass, squeezed his hips with my thighs, bore down on his shoulders, and moved my hips faster and faster. I had never felt so alive. So safe.
“Attagirl, Ace. Let your bad out.”
Letyour bad out. One word made all the difference. Like he didn’t mind my bad. He welcomed it. He wanted it. He wantedme. All of me. The messy and the loud and all the things that made me too much for other people made me just right for him.
And so I gave it to him. I came on a frantic sob, pleasure and emotion swelling to a crescendo, echoed by theboom boom boomof fireworks exploding in the sky. My pussy was still convulsing when he lifted my hips and slammed me down on his dick, again and again and again, using my body to pleasure his.
I felt filthy and used in the best possible way, treasured and needed. This was Jack like I had never seen him. Jack when he was cool and calm and in control made my knees weak. ButthisJack—frayed and feral and fucking me like the sky could fall down around our ears and it wouldn’t stop him—this Jack ripped me apart and put me back together again like I was made for him.
He shouted my name as he spilled himself inside of me with punishing thrusts, tremors wracking his body like an earthquake.
I held on for dear life, until finally, finally, the tension drained from his body and we slowly slid to a tangled heap on the ground.
I smooshed my face against his neck with a happy, satisfied sigh. He tucked my closer and smoothed my hair behind my ear.
“You done running from me now, Ace?” he asked against my forehead.
I searched my soul. It didn’t take long, not with the truth blooming like a sunflower in my chest. We weren’t a mistake.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I’m done running.”
My body moved with his as he let out a deep breath. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.
“Good,” he said, his voice thick. “It’s about damn time.”
29
JACK
Mom
You should come to dinner sometime next week. Bring Janie and Maya, too. Won’t that be fun?
Jack
I don’t know, Mom. It might be just me. Janie might be tired after a long day at the bar.
Mom
Then she’ll be thrilled not to have to cook. How about Thursday?
“Are we lost?”Janie put her hands on her hips as she came to a halt at what appeared to be a dead end on the trail.
“We’re not lost,” I assured her. “I know these mountains like the back of my hand. Essie, Brax, and I used to come up this way all the time.”
