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Arden licks her full lips when I pull out. “Jack, your cum takes like cotton candy,” she coos as she stands.
“I guess that’s the benefit of magic semen,” I joke before I take another kiss.
Chapter 15
Arden
I love Jack.
I mull over my feelings as we lie in bed. We’re cuddling again. I get that he wants me to initiate sex, but I’m thinking right now. He doesn’t seem to mind since he’s made my boobs his pillow for now. I understand his fear as much as I can. I don’t have magical powers or the safety of a country to consider, but I get feeling the weight of great responsibilities. Isn’t that what made me climb through the doggy door? I had a goal for an important mission that I needed to accomplish. It’s trivial compared to what Jack faces, but I get it. I don’t like it, but I understand.
“Jack, since you seem to stalk me, you already know the reason I need you, right?”
“Because you’re one man short for your bachelor auction? Is that what we’re talking about?”
“Yes. I need a Mr. Winter. I think it’s quite fitting it’s damn near your last name, and you do bring the winter.”
He kisses the side of my boob before he answers me. “I don’t know. I want to help you but do not want attention on me like that. I’ll have to think about it.”
When I didn’t know he was Espen, I’d figured I could guilt him into appearing, but now it feels even more like a long shot knowing how Jack is coping with everything.
“Okay.” I drop it for now. It’s in two days.
If all else fails, I’ll blame it on the blizzard. It’s crazy but knowing his hesitation makes me love him more. I can’t ever accuse him of taking things lightly. Plus, I know he cares and is trying to be selfless when it comes to keeping me out of harm's way.
Closing my eyes, I take this moment to memorize how his weight feels on me, the way his strands slip through my fingers, his breath on my skin, and his scent. If things go the way it seems, his memory will be all I have and the knowledge that his ghostly form is lurking somewhere, inventorying my groceries and watching movies with me. I open my eyes when I remember something.
“Jack, in March when I got strep throat and Mack sprayed Lysol at me and refused to come over, were you the one—”
“Yes. I made sure you had everything you needed.”
“So you were there.” It’s not a question since I’ve learned so much this week.
“Every day.”
I kiss his forehead and take a deep breath to keep from crying. Jack is killing me softly. I refocus on what we both like.
“You should put my nipple in your mouth.”
Jack smirks and shakes his head at the change of subject then teases me by putting his mouth on my nipple and doing nothing else.
“Jack!” I complain.
“You have to be more specific, Arden.”
“Suck it, Jack.” I arch my back to put my breasts in his face.
His big hand grabs one as his mouth clamps down on the other. Jack may be conflicted about a lot of things but how to fuck and manipulate my body isn’t one of them. He knows exactly how to touch me without being told.
“You watch me masturbate, don’t you?”
“Maybe.”
If he were anyone else, I’d be filing some sort of police report but knowing that he has watched turns me on.
“Then touch me and show me what you’ve learned.”
His hand slips between my thighs. He squeezes my inner thigh before moving over to my pussy. Jack’s fingers brush over my slit lightly to tease me before he returns to add extra pressure. He fingers me and rubs my clit just the way I like to be touched, but I want more. It’s been two long days.
