“Hey, you! Long time no talk!” he says.
A woman’s voice trills on the other end.
“That’s wonderful. I’d love to. You know you don’t have to ask. You’re always welcome. Nah, you don’t need to bring the blow-up. Yes, there’s one here. No, not exactly. Hey, let me give you a call later to discuss all the details. Love you. Bye.” His face is lit up with joy as he sets the phone into the cupholder and peers at me.
“That was Becky,” he tells me. My stomach stops twisting in knots.His sister.
“Some of her art is being displayed at a local gallery. They’re doing an event for it. She’s coming into town. She always crashes with me. Are you cool with that?”
I’m flabbergasted that he is even asking. “Um, yeah, of course. You don’t need to ask me who you invite into your home.”
He regards me and goes quiet. “It’s now your home too. So yes, I’ll ask you. Always.”
He reaches over, threading our fingers and bringing my hand to his lips to pepper it with kisses. I grin as he slides our hands to his lap.
The magnitude of the fact that I’m not only going to meet his sister, but he is telling her I live there hits me. The idea of me having a semi-permanent place in his life excites me too. “Of course. I can’t wait to meet her. She seems fantastic. She’s your sister, so she must be.”
His face brightens like it did when he spoke to her. Wow. He must really love her.
“Yeah, she’s carefree—sometimes to a fault—but no one compares, really. She goes after her dreams unapologetically, no matter where it takes her. Sometimes I worry that she doesn’t have solid roots anywhere, but she’s happy that way. That’s allI’ve ever wanted, for her to be happy. I can’t wait to see her and for her to meet you. She’ll love you.”
I sure hope so.
We knock out the meal prep quickly. Jack sneaks some kisses to my neck and a few butt slaps, but it is pretty much our usual meal prep.
“You pick the movie this time,” I tell him. “I always pick.”
He puts onGoodfellas, one of my favorites. He can speak my love language in movies, that’s for sure. We settle on the couch with our blanket and shared popcorn bowl. But it’s hard for me to focus on the movie. I shift, trying to get comfortable, and not give in to the overwhelming desire to crawl on top of Jack.
About five minutes in, he sets the bowl on the table. “Everything okay?”
“Yep,” I reply.
“If something’s wrong, baby, spill it. You’re never this fidgety. If you don’t like the movie, we can change it.”
Gathering all my courage and risking rejection, I straddle him. “No, I like the movie. The problem is that I don’t want to watch it at all.”
I leave no room for him to respond. Instead, I run my fingers through his hair and kiss him. Darting my tongue in and out, I silently request him to open for me. His mouth stretches and his tongue slowly massages mine. His hands grab my ass as he heaves me into him with a growl deep in his throat. I grip the hair at the nape of his neck as leverage, wanting him closer. Closer.
“Jack, please.”
He tugs his shirt off and releases me long enough for me to rip mine over my head, then he is back—nipping my breasts and playing with my bra straps. My fingers twist in his hair and my breathing comes in short puffs. His hard length presses againstus. There’s barely any clothing separating us. My body moves of its own accord, electrified by him.
He groans. “Good girl, are you going to come for me? I want you to, just like this.”
He grabs hold of my hips and rolls my skin beneath his palms. He knows exactly what my body needs. Pleasure builds and threatens to tip me over the edge. He pops my breasts out of my bra and takes a nipple in his mouth. “Jack, oh god, yes!” My body explodes as he teases me.
I can feel his smile against my skin. “Yes, baby. Who knows how to make you come?”
Breathlessly, I respond, “You do, Jack.” I open my eyes. I need to see his face. “You are the only one to make me come.”
Abruptly, he stands, keeping my body pressed against him like I weigh nothing. He holds me with one arm and uses his other to unsnap my bra and toss it on the floor. He continues ravaging me, like he needs me to breathe, and carries me to his room. As we approach the bed he slows, laying me gently on the mattress. His eyes cloud with lust, and he’s wearing too much clothing.
I reach for his pants to rectify the problem, but he tries to stop me. “Wait,” he says.
I massage his length through the fabric, ignoring him. “Jack, you have made me come twice now. I want to return the favor. Please. I need this.”
His eyes turn molten at my begging. “Okay, baby. You want to make me come?”
