His hard length isn’t as on board with our leisurely pace as we are, and I roll my hips to create more friction, testing to see how far Jack will let me take this, considering last time he wouldn’t even let me touch him. The low moan that slips from the back of his throat vibrates through me, and I smile, repeating the movement, pressing harder against him as shockwaves of pleasure spark through me. Jack’s grip on my hip tightens, and I like the idea of him being at my mercy.
“Al, if you keep doing that I’m going to be really embarrassed by the mess I’ll make in my pants,” he says, pulling away to kiss my collarbone.
“Who knew it was that easy?” I ask, grinding against him again, and he laughs against my skin.
“Let’s see how you like it,” Jack taunts, slipping his hand underneath my bra, palming my breast. I arch into his touch, wishing I’d already taken off the damn torture device. “Can I take it off?” Jack asks, reading my mind, and I’m having a hard time thinking straight while he looks at me for permission. “Alondra?”
“Hell yes,” I say, and he’s quick to remove it, tossing it somewhere in his room as I kiss him again. Jack rolls us back into our original position, and the feeling of his bare chest pressed against mine is fleeting as his hand resumes kneading the peak of my breast, kissing his way down my jaw and throat, stopping on the swell of my breast.
He gives me a wicked smile before taking my other nipple in his mouth, and I drag my nails over his shoulders at the same time I arch into Jack’s touch. I bite my lip, trying to soften the sound escaping my throat while I hook my leg around his waist.
It’s so different from everything I’ve experienced before now. Bradley got off on controlling me, focusing only on himself by using me any way he pleased, whenever he wanted. Sometimes it even meant causing me pain for his own pleasure, but that’s not how I feel right now.
Jack is treating me like I’m the only thing that matters to him right now, switching back and forth, his hand always picking up right where his mouth left off.
I twist underneath him, aching for more as Jack proves exactly how right I was to say yes to this crazy scheme.
Jack isn’t Bradley.
Still, doubt begins to cloud my mind as memories threaten to pull me from the moment.
“Al, you with me?” Jack pulls me out of my head before I can spiral further.
“Yeah,” I murmur after a moment, but my hesitation is enough for Jack to stop, reading me in an instant.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, sitting up, concern warping his face, and I hate how quickly I’ve killed the vibe.
“I’m okay,” I say, pushing myself up into a sitting position, shivering from the loss of his hot skin on mine. I swear, he sees everything, even when I don’t want him to.
“Talk to me, please?” Jack asks, worry radiating from him.
“I got in my head,” I admit, pulling my hair over my shoulders to help cover me. “I’m sorry. I want to keep going,” I say, trying to smile at him.
Instead of kissing me, Jack wraps his arms around me, pulling my back flush against his chest. “I don’t want you toapologize. It’s okay. We have time, darlin’,” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.
“I know, but I do want to,” I try to argue, but I think a part of me is relieved he doesn’t say yes right away.
“Al, there’s no expectations here. It’s not a big deal—we’re having fun.”
Fun. I’ve never hated a word as much as I do now.
Jack presses a sweet kiss to my shoulder, and some of the anxiety swirling in my stomach starts to fade. “Thank you,” I say, and he holds me fast while my mind settles.
“Is it cocky of me to assume my rating is climbing?” he jokes, trying to relax me further.
“Not at all.”
We’re still us, and knowing that calms me more than anything.
“You happy to be back at school?” Macy asks, sitting across from me at the table where we’re camped out between classes.
“So happy,” I say, resisting the temptation to scowl while replaying the family dinner I had to attend before going back to our apartment. It was worse than I imagined it would be because Dad asked all the questions he’s supposed to ask as a parent, fulfilling his duty, then the conversation shifted to hockey like always. Jack was brought up quite a few times, along with Coop, and it took everything in me to not scream.
She gives me a sympathetic smile, and I hate how little I see her these days, despite living in the same apartment. She’s always with Chad, but I have no room to talk because I’m with Jack more often than not.
I’m always here for her, but I wish Macy knew how much better she could do than Chad. He doesn’t deserve her, but I don’t know how to make her believe me.
“I’m sorry, Al.”
