“I’m close, Cal.”
Good, ’cause holy shit. I scrambled onto my knees. With both hands now on his hips, I could really force him down on me as I rammed inside him.
“Come,” I growled between gritted teeth, muscles burning with the workout, but I wasn’t giving in until he did. “Come on my cock, Princess.”
“Fuck!” Jack reached for his dick, and after two shaky tugs, he came.
With one hand fisted into the blankets near his head, Jack shuttled over his shaft as ropes of white crisscrossed his abs and up to his chest. His inner muscles flexed and pulsed. Try as I might, I couldn’t keep my eyes glued to the fucking sexiest man in the world as I came because they rolled back in my head.
“Jack,” I panted.
Euphoria engulfed me, blinding my vision for a second and shooting my body with enough endorphins I had no control over anything. And didn’t really care to. I slumped forward, chin on my chest, and lazily rode the waves until coherent thought reformed in my brain.
Jack petted my forearms that I had at some point wrapped around his thighs. His mouth gaped in a sort of loose smile that told me he was just as blissed out.
“Holy shit,” I mumbled.
Sweat glistened on both of us. I released his legs, and Jack winced. My softened dick slid from his body when I leaned over to hug his torso. Did I care that I face-planted in his come? Nope. There was a shower in my near future—as soon as I regained enough strength to stand.
Jack hugged me to him, and I pressed a kiss to his sticky skin. There was nothing in the world like this high. I tightened my arms around him, peppered his chest with nips and more kisses, then lifted to stare into his hooded eyes.
“So worth the fight.”
ComeMonday,mybrainwas distracted with thoughts of seeing Jack, and he snuck right up on me as I stored books I wouldn’t need for first period.
“What’s the grin for?” he asked in an amused voice near my ear.
The grin in question spread. “Everything feelin’ okay”—I glanced to his crotch, hoping he understood I was asking about his ass, then smirked—“Princess?”
Jack left my house in the pre-dawn hours Saturday morning. I hadn’t seen him since, and the time between felt like weeks. The struggle to keep my hands off him now, to keep this G-rated at school, was real.
He turned, leaning his back against the closed lockers, but faced toward me, eyes glittering and mischievous. “Yeah. I’m actually wondering if I dreamed it all. Might need a repeat fairly soon to remind me.” He glanced around us. “Remind me how it felt having that thick cock of yours rearranging my insides.”
I closed my locker and propped on my shoulder so I faced him. “Was that you askin’ for it again?”
“I was pretty obvious.” He tilted his head closer and lowered his voice. “Every time I clench, I miss you being there.”
I licked my lips. Jack seemed relaxed with hands in his pockets, but he scraped his teeth over one corner of his mouth, lips twitching, before he smoothed into his normal indifference.
“Later,” I said. “And you won’t forget this time.”
Jack sucked both lips between his teeth and lowered his eyes to the ground. God, he was sexy as fuck when he did that. It had never been a shy thing with him. No, him lowering his eyes had been more like a secret thing, a private thing. Now, I was part of his mystery.
“Get a room, ladies,” Ty said as he shoved between us.
Neither of us was bothered at the interruption, our grins and silent conversation continuing.
Ty adjusted the strap on his shoulder and slammed a hand against the metal as he leaned in my face. “Don’t get all stupid, Cal. Everyone in this hallway just saw you eye-fucking each other.”
Students glanced at us in passing, and a few girls stared our way, but that could’ve been for any number of reasons. He was right, though. Now wasn’t the time to be stupid. No matter how much I wanted to claim Jack publicly—or apparently how much he taunted me to do it—I respected what he needed.
“Text later,” I said as I turned away from Jack and his brother, then promptly froze in Sasha’s icy glare. Her narrowed eyes bounced between Jack and me.
Sasha had been nice and quiet for a week, but I’d been a fool to think she was done with me.
As I resumed walking, heading for class, Sasha darted away from her friends and stopped right in front of me.
“Since when are you and the Rutledge boys so friendly?”
