Jack’s smile and laugh were genuine, his tattooed fingers running over the scar in his eyebrow. “Okay, fine. Those were softballs. Freebies. I bet I could get you off just talking to you now.”
“Oh,” I said, acting shocked. “Do I have to pay if those were just freebies? The intro offer?”
Jack’s gaze was hungry, something darker unleashed. “I’ll let this one be on the house. You probably need a little attention, don’t you?”
My lips curled up and my nipples hardened at the thought. I’d had exactly zero action in the months since Bryce left. This was risky if it went south. I’d have to see Jack again, but we’d be leaving in the morning. I could make our contact more sporadic. Maybe coordinate the playdates with Harper’s mom instead.
Though he was becoming a friend, and I’d have hated to lose that.
But friendship aside, a sexual experience sounded far more rewarding in the moment.
“Alright, then. Try me.”
Jack licked his lips, taking an extra second on his cut and bruise. “Let the games begin.”
NINETEEN
JACK
NOVEMBER
The pressure was on.If this was my tryout to make Mara my wife and solve a lot of my problems, and hers, thank you very much, I needed to get it right. And even though she’d called me a brat, she was probably justbeinga brat and trying to provoke me.
I needed to be dominant for her. That’s what most women liked.
“Lie back and close your eyes, Mara.” I made my voice soft and husky. She gave me that little attitude-y smirk, but she did as I asked.
“Look at that. What a good girl you are, Mara. I knew you would be. Let’s find out what else you like.” I rubbed my hands together.
She shifted under the blanket and I laughed, a devilish sound. “Don’t you put your hand down your pants yet, Mara. Only good sluts get to touch themselves.”
Mara opened her eyes and quirked an eyebrow at me but said nothing.
“Did that do something for ya? My girl likes it dirty, huh? You’d better keep those eyes closed.”
“Fuck off,” she shot, but guess who was closing her eyes.
“Bratty little slut,” I cooed. “You’ll put up a fight, but it’s all because you like a little punishment, isn’t it?”
She peeked an eye open. “You are so getting hard doing this, aren’t you?”
“Maybe. But you know you’re getting wet. You’re thinking about how good it would feel to have my tongue on your slick little cunt. And I didn’t tell you to open your eyes, Mara.”
“But you’re cheating,” she taunted me. “I didn’t tell you to touch yourself and you’ve got your hand all over that thick cock, don’t you?”
Well, if it wasn’t thick before, seeing her pretty mouth spit out filth was enough to get it there.
“Such dirty words for such a pretty girl,” I said. “Who knew you’d be so filthy when you were just a stressed-out mom in the principal’s office?”
Her cheeks tinged pink in the firelight. “It’s just been a long time.”
“I know, sweetheart,” I hummed. “I’m gonna take good care of you. I’d love to see a little more of you. Are you tired of wearing that bra?”
“Yes,” she sighed.
“Take it off, Mara. Take it off and show it to me.”
She stifled a laugh. “It’s a nursing bra. It’s not sexy.”
