Jack’s tongue snaked down around her areola and passed over her nipple once, before his lips found their way onto her. Timidly, he began sucking.
He was so gentle that her breasts produced no milk. He drew her nipple into his mouth further and started again. This time, her milk flowed easily.
He pulled away from her and swallowed. For a heart-stopping second Amy was terrified he would judge her- call her a freak for enjoying this. Instead, he took her nipple in his mouth and drank greedily.
Amy gripped the sheets of the bed and moaned loudly. She tried to remain still, so as not to disturb Jack, but her body moved as if possessed. Her back arched, her hips moved rhythmically; warmth radiated from her breasts down through her body. An intense orgasm racked her body.
When she opened her eyes she was surprised to see that Jack had finished and moved onto her other breast. She had been so consumed by the moment, she hadn’t felt him take her left nipple into his mouth.
Her cherry nipples tingled and sang with electricity as he drained her breasts. She came just as he finished.
Out of breath, they laid beside each other on the bed. Amy felt speechless and exhausted. It was as if her life essence was depleted.
Jack rolled onto his side. He ran his hand over her stomach gently.
“Was that too much? I didn’t hurt you? I mean, you liked it, right?” His words came fast. He delivered them nervously.
Amy laughed. Jack was always so eager to please her, especially now. Now, she thought, now was the time.
Amy touched Jack’s face, tracing the outline of his jaw.
“It was amazing,” she purred. “You are amazing.” Jack smiled boyishly. “Can we meet again soon?”
Amy already knew the answer to this. Jack had explained earlier that he would be stuck hammering out the details of the his father’s merger with Patrick for at least the next week. Amy asked anyways, simply to shift the topic of conversation to business.
“Sweetheart, you know I can’t. I would give anything to get out of work and spend the week with you, but…”
Amy shook her head and looked away, feigning sadness. “What’s so important at work to keep you away from me for so long?”
He lifted his eyebrow ruefully. “That’s top secret. I’m not allowed to tell anyone.”
Amy pouted and pushed Jack onto his back. She climbed on top of him, straddling his cock.
“But…” he said.
“But?” Amy asked.
“Well, I don’t know. Can I trust you?”
His tone was light. He was teasing her, but his words stung. No, Amy thought, you can’t trust me. She suddenly felt deeply ashamed. ‘The ends justifies the means,’ was an ugly philosophy. One, that she did not want to live by and yet here she was.
She couldn’t bring herself to say yes. Instead, she nodded. Coward, Amy thought. She had to fight the urge to run out of the room.
“Well, in that case…”
Jack flipped Amy onto her back and rolled on top of her. Up close, his blue eyes were striking. She couldn’t help enjoying the way he looked at her. His feelings seemed, pure, innocent.
“Dad’s got it in for your old boss.”
By ‘old boss,’ he meant Patrick. Jack didn’t know that Patrick paid Amy for sex, she left that part out. Instead, she told him they’d worked together until Patrick had fired her when his company decided to down-size.
“He’s planning on taking Pat’s business to the chop shop.”
“What?” Amy asked, confused.
“Patrick thinks the merger means Dad’s company will absorb Patrick’s making them one. But really, Dad’s going to lay off everyone that works for Patrick. Probably raid their pensions then sell off what’s left of the company to its competitors. Somewhere along the line, Patrick will get the axe too. Of course, Dad’s planning on throwing a couple million his way to shut him up. But with his family’s debts, Pat will probably be out on his ass this time next year. As for my dear sister…”
“Wait,” Amy said, pushing Jack off of her. “This whole time Hunter’s been lying? He’s going to destroy Patrick and his family’s wealth?”
“Sweetie, that money’s long gone. His family’s got nothing. As for the company,” Jack shrugged, “it’s just business.”
“Is that what you think? People are going to lose their jobs, their livelihoods.”
It’s strange, Amy thought, how a person can reveal their true colors with a few simple words. Jack clearly wasn’t as innocent as she’d thought, at least when it came to business anyway. He talked about the destruction of Patrick’s company in cold, clinical terms. He wasn’t joking when he said, ‘it’s just business.’
“You’re right,” Jack said, chastened. “It was wrong of me to talk about it like that. This is going to hurt a lot of people. You have to understand, I’ve spent my whole life watching my father work. He does this all the time. It makes you jaded. I wish there was another way.”
“If you know it’s wrong, then why don’t you try and stop it?”
“Amy, Patrick was the one that drove his company off a cliff to begin with.”
“And you and your father are here just here to do what? Scavenge through the wreckage?”
Jack sighed. She hadn’t intended to attack him like this, but his attitude upset her. Still, not all hope was lost. She believed Jack when he said he wished things were different. A lifetime raised in the shadow of a man like Hunter would leave anyone a little messed up. But Amy believed he could be saved.
A sudden mad urge to bring Jack in on their plans flashed through Amy. She had to fight the impulse to tell him everything. He couldn’t be trusted, not yet.
Jack ran his hands through his hair and frowned. He looked stressed. Amy had him all worked-up and not in a good way. She was supposed to be gaining his trust so that he would open up to her with details of his father’s business. It was important that she make him happy. In time, he would see the error of his ways, but for now he was part of the problem.
“Baby,” Amy cooed, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I get so worked-up some times. I know the kind of man you really are.”
Jack put an arm around Amy and pulled her close. She rested her head on his chest.
“You’re the best thing to happen to me in a long time,” he said. “I’d hate to lose you now.”
It hurt Amy to hear him talk like this. She loved Patrick. On the surface he was temperamental and rash, but Amy saw the good in him and the potential he had yet to fulfill. Jack reminded her of Patrick in this way, but her heart was spoken for.
“Why would you lose me?”
“I lost my mother at a young age.”
He paused. Amy waited for him to continue, but he let his words hang in the air, unable or unwilling to finish his thought.
She ran her fingers through his chest hair and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.
The sound of a clock in the hall striking midnight caught her attention. She needed to meet Patrick and tell him everything she’d learned tonight, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave Jack.
And, if she was being totally honest, she wasn’t up for listening to Patrick’s jealous complaints. She couldn’t blame him for being upset. She was fucking another man after all.
Still, Patrick was territorial and Amy worried that when this was over he would try and retaliate against Jack. She had to proceed with a delicate balance if she was going to bring Jack through this unscathed.
“I’ve been thinking,” Jack said, “you and I, we have something special.”
Amy suddenly felt nervous.
“I think well, I mean, I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I would like for you to meet my father and sister.”
Amy froze. She was waiting for the perfect moment to reveal herself as Jack’s girlfriend. She knew it would send Hunter and Anna Belle through the roof with anger, but if the truth was uncovered too soon it could ruin their plans to save Patrick’s company.
How
ever, Amy knew she couldn’t refuse Jack’s offer. It would upset him and push him away at the exact moment when she needed him close.
“I would love to meet them,” Amy said.
“Yeah? That’s great. I was a little worried that well, never mind. I mean, I think when you meet my dad you’ll really like him. I know you disapprove of the way he runs his business, but you’ll see who he really is.”
Amy didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Her mind flashed back to her encounter with Hunter in her home. She had been seduced by his charm and confidence only to be left fearing for her life. Jack appeared to be under a similar spell.
“And my sister,” Jack continued, “you’ll love her. She’s crazy.”
He said this in a joking way, like it was part of her charm. His family had really done a number on him, Amy thought. He didn’t seem to have the slightest clue about the kind of people they really were.
“She’s about to marry your old boss, you know?”
“Yeah.” Amy cleared her throat. “I heard.”
“She’s got him wrapped around her finger. He’s spending all kinds of money- money, that he doesn’t have- to give her a fairytale princess wedding.”
Jack rolled his eyes and laughed.
It was true, Patrick was catering to Anna Belle’s every whim to keep her happy. Amy couldn’t help feeling a little jealous. She knew it was a way of placating Anna Belle, but part of Amy wished that it she and Jack were the ones planning their future together. She supposed in a way that this scheme they’d cooked up was a plan for their future.
However, it offered little comfort. She suddenly felt she deserved these pangs of jealousy. She couldn’t imagine how Patrick felt. He knew she was sleeping with Jack for information. She had the feeling that Patrick was barely holding it together.
Sadly, she realized she would never have it both ways. She wanted Patrick and Jack to be happy, but one of them was going to be left a loser.
“Your father is okay with marrying his daughter off to a loser like that?” There was an edge to Amy’s voice she couldn’t control.
“I thought you didn’t like him?”
“Of course not.” Amy rose and began to dress.
He considered her for a moment then asked, “When should I schedule dinner with my family?”
Amy was growing frustrated. “I’m not sure- whenever you like.”
She would have to come up with an excuse later, for now her priority was getting out of Jack’s house and getting in touch with Patrick.
“You don’t have to leave,” Jack said.
He took her hand and kissed her fingers. Amy ran her thumb over his lips and cheek. The first hints of a beard brushed against her skin. She pulled her hand away quickly.
“You’ve got work in a couple of hours. It’s going to be a busy week for you. I’ll see you at the end.”
“A week’s a long time.”
Amy didn’t respond.
“After the merger’s done,” Jack continued, “I’ll introduce you to my father and sister.”
Amy hastily agreed to Jack’s proposal with the hope that by then, Patrick’s business would be saved and the wedding canceled. She assumed that she wouldn’t have to go through with the dinner, since their biggest problems would be resolved, or so she hoped.
As she turned to leave Jack pulled her close and kissed her deeply. His soft lips were firm and sweet with the taste of milk.
When Amy pulled away he kissed her breasts playfully. It made Amy blush. The longer she stayed with him, the more aroused she grew.
“I have to go,” she said. Jack looked at her suspiciously. “Or else,” she added quickly, “I’ll never be able to leave.”
She smiled suggestively and darted out of the room before Jack could stop her. She knew she wouldn’t be able to resist if he wanted to fuck her again.
After her car was a safe distance from Jack’s home she phoned Patrick. The first thing out of her mouth was: “Can you talk?” It was important that no one know they were still in contact.
“Yes,” Patrick sighed, “I wasn’t sure you were going to call. I was beginning to worry. Are you okay?”
The concern in his voice almost brought her to tears. It had been a stressful couple of weeks. She wanted this experience behind her so that she could start planning her life with Patrick.
“I’m fine.” Her voice broke a little. She cleared her throat and tried to sound strong. “There’s been a new development.”
“I know, I’ve been trying to get in touch with you.”
“You know? But-”
Jack cut her off. “Listen to me, you need to get away from Jack. He’s not who you think. The things Hunter’s company is involved in… just get over here. I can’t go into it all over the phone. Be care-”
Headlights suddenly flashed in Amy’s mirrors. A car rammed her from behind.
She didn’t have time to think. She dropped the cell phone and grabbed the wheel. Her car swerved out of control on the road. She came to a stop in the ditch.
The last thing she remembered before blacking out was her car door opening and Jack shining a flashlight in her eyes.
8
When Amy woke she was laying face down in a shallow puddle of water. Rain fell lightly on her back. She coughed once and tried to turn over. A bolt of pain shot through her neck and down her spine. She felt dizzy; her vision blurred.
For a second, she couldn’t remember what had happened, then the sound of voices jolted her memory: a car accident. She had been forced off the road by Jack. She closed her eyes tightly, feeling hurt and foolish. Once again, she had been betrayed by a man she trusted.
She tried to force her emotions down. She was going to have to steel herself for what was coming.
Amy opened her eyes. She was laying in a ditch beside her wrecked car. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes.
Two men stood by the road talking quietly. They seemed to be having a disagreement, though Amy couldn’t make out what they were saying.
A car passed, flooding the men with its headlights. For a brief moment Amy could make out the silhouette of Jack. He was standing in profile, his arms crossed in front of his chest. The sight of him filled Amy with disgust.
She pushed against the soggy ground and was able to slowly rise with minimal pain.
She didn’t have a plan. Her best bet was to run, but to where? The area they were in was pretty isolated. She wasn’t even sure where the nearest house was. Then she remembered her cell phone. She’d been talking to Patrick when the wreck happened. It must still be in the car, she hoped.
She began to slowly ease up the embankment toward the open door of her car, when the sound of a man’s voice stopped her.
“Everything okay?” he called out.
At first Amy thought it was the other man with Jack, that he was taunting her. She quickly realized that it wasn’t the mysterious stranger, but a good Samaritan. A man that had stopped to see if anyone was hurt. She was trying to decide if it was wise to call out to him for help, when she heard a familiar voice.
“Just a little fender bender. No worries. Thanks for stopping.”
Amy’s breath caught in her throat. She looked up just as the car drove on. It bathed the men in light again before pulling away. This time the light was from a different angle, it lit the faces of the men on the road.
Amy nearly cried out in shock when she saw that the man on the hill wasn’t Jack, but his father Hunter.
The men looked almost identical in profile. Amy was overcome with mixed emotions. Part of her was happy that Jack wasn’t involved, while another part of her was terrified of Hunter.
Questions raced through her mind: how long had Hunter known she’d been sleeping with Jack? Was Jack a part of this? Amy didn’t think so. He could be ignorant about the affects his father’s business had on people, but he wasn’t cold blooded.
Amy pushed the thoughts out of her mind
and focused on her cell phone. She crawled slowly up to the open car door. The men were distracted by something. They didn’t notice her until she reached the car.
When Hunter saw Amy he ran around the car to grab her. Amy jumped inside her car and closed the door behind her. She locked it just as Hunter pulled on the handle. He hit the window with his hand and glared at her.
Amy smiled triumphantly. He pounded on the window again and called for the other man to help him.
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