Jack reaches over and interlocks our fingers. “We’re making amazing memories, sweetheart. Perfect stories to tell our kids one day.”
I freeze and try to pull my hand away. Why did he need to bring that up right now?
“Jack,” I whisper. “Can we talk about this when we get home? I’ve told you before that I don’t want kids. Is this going to be an issue?”
“I know you love your job, but we can make it work. I can retire early.”
“It’s not that, Jack.” I glance at the driver. “This is not a discussion for right now, but it’s not because I’m a workaholic, I promise you. I—” I stop myself, shaking my head. My trauma is not something I want to talk about in the back seat of a car.
Jack must sense my anxiousness. “Forget I said anything. We’ll talk about it another time.” He lifts my hand and kisses each fingertip. “Everything will work out.”
I hope so… I hope he understands my decision and why I’ve kept it to myself all these years.
Otherwise, our blissful bubble will pop.
For good.
One Week Later
Jackson
“Are you serious?” Belle mutters, annoyed, throwing herself onto the ground.
I bend over to catch my breath. “Don’t be a sore loser,” I tease.
On the mornings when she’s not doing Pilates, we’ve been running together before I head to the gym, and I’ve never let her win. It’s killing her and her competitiveness.
She narrows her eyes. “You could have finished last this one time, for fuck’s sake. It would’ve been the gentlemanly thing to do.”
I bite my lip to hide my smirk, follow her to the ground, and crawl on top of her.
Sweaty or not, she’s sexy as hell.
I kiss her cheek and neck with an open mouth, slowly trailing my lips down until I reach her beautiful breast that clings to the material of her white shirt.
I bite her nipple and smirk when she moans. “Oh, sweetheart.” I bite her other nipple. “There will only ever be one time I finish last in life, and that’s in the bedroom with you.”
“Bloody hell, Jack. You can’t say things like that when I need to go to the office.” She tries to swat me away, but I catch her wrists and hold them over her head.
“There’s always time.” I grind my erection into her and bite her nipple again.
She’s breathing heavily and her eyes are closed, so I know I’ve got her right where I want her.
“Take it inside, you gobshites,” I hear the familiar Irish brogue call from across the street. I throw up my middle finger and carry Belle inside before she changes her mind.
When we got home from Italy, we put both of our places on the market, as we discussed. They sold quicker than we expected, so we’re temporarily living in a house Declan is remodeling across the street from his own. It’s not ideal, but good enough for a few weeks until our new place is ready.
“Jack, I need to leave soon,” she protests weakly as I begin peeling her clothes off. When she starts to help, though, I know it’s a done deal.
This will be quick and easy, considering we had a warm-up earlier this morning, and I’m not talking about our run.
We’ve been completely insatiable. It’s almost like we’re making up for lost time.
I grab Belle’s legs and spread them wide, glancing down at her pussy that’s already glistening with need.
Fuck yeah.
I push in slowly at first, then quickly pick up my speed.
