When he returns, he’s carrying a plate, which he presents to me in an exaggerated flourish. I snicker and sit up.
“No crumbs in bed.” He points his finger and me and says with a stern voice.
I nod and take a bite out of the toast.
I grimace and put the plate down, then move to lay back in bed. Jacks clears his throat.
“Eat it all. You need something in your stomach. When I get out of the shower, it better be gone. And I don’t mean in the garbage,” he says playfully as he grabs his towel from the hanger on the wall just inside his walk-in closet.
Reluctantly, I pull myself back up and continue eating the crisp, yet lightly buttered toast. Once I power through that, I swallow the aspirin and gulp down the water, then lay back down. The water running in the bathroom is a soothing sound that lulls me back to sleep.
I briefly recall Jacks murmuring something in my ear and kissing my temple, but nothing else until I wake up several hours later to the smell of burgers wafting from the kitchen.
I walk through the house until I reach Jacks and my brother sitting on the couch laughing about something with food in their mouths, while they have the news on in the background. I peek into the bag on the kitchen counter and grab the burger that sits inside screaming my name. I grab a plate and then go to join the guys.
“Feeling better?” Jacks asks as I sit down. Mal looks over to me with concern.
“Are you sick?” Mal asks.
“Hung over,” I reply, and take a bite of the delicious burger. I groan in satisfaction while I chew.
“Take quite the piss last night?” Mal laughs.
“You can say that.” I take another bite, chew and then swallow. “What are you two doing? Who’s at the club?” I look between the guys.
“Kendra and Beck are there. We’re taking a break, catching up,” Mal says.
“Oh shit, sorry. Bro time. I’ll go—” I start to stand but Jacks’s hand on my forearm stops me.
“Stay. We’re just eating. You aren’t interrupting anything.” He tugs me back down.
“This bloke here was just telling me about the party you were having last night and how you got people out of here. That’s quite brave.” Mal laughs, wiping sauce from his mouth.
“I don’t remember a thing, so therefore it never happened,” I say, my back straight and head held high. I look to Jacks and notice his nose is no longer bandaged.
“What?” he asks sticking a fresh fry in his mouth.
“Your bandage, it’s gone.” I point at him.
“Yeah, the other night, it looked worse than it actually was. Everything is fine. I just need to take it easy for another week or two and I should be fine.”
“Does that mean…?” I let my voice trail off in hopes he gets the meaning of my question without me having to say it in front of my brother.
“I should avoid contact sports. There was no major displacement after the ER doc realigned my nose, so I’m fine otherwise. My nose is still straight, so there’s no problems that they could see other than some healing still needed to be done. It could take up to six weeks for full recovery, but my nose is already healing.”
“You just said that another week or two and you will be fine. What’s this about six weeks though?” I ask, getting worried.
“Love, the typical healing time for standard broken bone is six weeks. It’s just a timeframe. I feel great aside from a little pain here or there with certain facial movements. I just need to make sure nothing hits my face and I’ll be good.”
“That means keep your balls away from his face.” Mal laughs.
“I don’t have balls you arsehole.” I lean over and sneer at my brother.
“Your tits, love,” Jacks says quietly.
“Why would my tits be in your face?” I look at Jacks as Mal stands up quickly.
“This conversation just took an awkward turn. I can’t handle hearing this about my little sister. Hakuna your tatas, Sis. You, keep it in your pants until I fucking leave, please,” Mal mumbles as he stands.
“No strenuous activity. No contact sports,” I shout after him.
“Oh love, that doesn’t count if you’re on top,” Jacks whispers.
My skin starts to blaze, and I feel a blast of heat rush through me, goosebumps rising in its wake. My hangover forgotten, I could pounce on him right now. He smiles at me and it’s beautiful. It’s a goofy, lopsided smile, but a beautiful one nonetheless.
“I really want to kiss you, but I’m afraid my nose will bump your nose and it will hurt you,” I ramble.
“We don’t have to kiss, necessarily. We can… do other things. I’m cleared by the doctor.”
“You asked the doctor if we could have sex?” My jaw drops.
“I may have asked about it, yes. I have a woman at home with needs I need to attend to, so damn straight I asked. Besides, my cock can’t go another day sleeping next to you and not being buried in your tight pussy,” he growls.
Instant panty drench right there.
Chapter Fifteen
Jacks
It’s been a little over seventy-two hours since I’ve been inside Cam. Granted, some of that time I was in pain or sleeping, or she was drunk, but I’m sure my body can’t wait much longer to have her. I want nothing more than to take her lips with mine and kiss her, but she’s right; it might hurt me and we don’t want to cause any further damage. So instead, I’ll kiss her with my entire body, starting with my fingertips.
I smile and grip her by the waist and haul her to sit astride me. She braces her hands on my shoulders.
“This is what’s going to happen. I want to kiss you, but I can’t. It’s killing me to not put my lips on you. So I’m going to kiss in you other ways. My hands will kiss your skin, my breaths will paint it, and my cock will lick at your pussy. Do you think you can handle that?” I ask, my mouth ghosting over the skin at her collarbone and up her neck.
“Y-y-y-essssss,” she stammers and releases a breath.
I lean back against the couch.
“I want you to follow my directions and do as I say,” I start, my cock lengthening at my thoughts.
“Anything.”
“I want you to remove your clothing, piece by piece, so by the time you get to the bedroom, you’ll be naked. When I come in there, you’ll be on your back in the middle of the bed. You got that?” I ask.
She nods eagerly.
I tap her on the hip and she gets up and removes her shirt, drops it in my lap and then turns and begins her journey to the bedroom. I take a deep breath, grab the bottle of aspirin on the table and take a few to hedge against any pain that might result from what I’m about to do, and follow after Cam.
She’s followed my directions perfectly. Her clothes were like a Reese’s Pieces trail leading me to the bedroom. When I approach the doorway, I lean against it and admire her. Cam is star-fished in the middle of the California king bed with her long blonde hair fanned out around and under her. Her eyes were locked on the ceiling, but she grins as she turns her head to look at me when I approach the side of the bed. Her eyes blaze with a desire that matches my own as my heart speeds up the closer I get to her.
I walk back to the foot of the bed, place one knee onto the bed first, and climb up into the space between her open legs. I bend a little to view the pink of her pussy and my mouth waters.
Fuck! This is more difficult than I thought.
My fingertips dance across her ankle and up her calf. My touch is light as I alternate sides. Then, when I reach the inside of her knee, I bring my fingers to mirror one another on each leg as I ghost over the inside of her thighs up towards her pussy. Her breathing is ragged as I lean down and lay on my stomach with my feet dangling off the end of the bed. I stick out my tongue as far as it will go and lick up the inside of her right thigh, my hand trailing. She jumps a little at the contact of my tongue and tries to sit up.
“You said—” she starts, and I silence her with a look.
“L
ove, I need you to lay back and enjoy.”
“Your nose,” she protests with an airy breath.
“I love the fact that you’re concerned about my nose. I’m going to be careful, but I need just a little taste of you. Just a taste.” I lower my head back to her and I can smell her sweet arousal.
I extend my tongue again and lightly brush the tip against her folds.
Heaven. She tastes like heaven.
A sting in my nose halts my movements and I wince when my nose comes into contact with her public bone. I brush my fingertips lightly against her and angle my head to avoid contact. I push my fingertips briefly inside and I’m met with her desire. I lick my lips and lean in, inhale and then flick my tongue out again.
Fuck!
I lean up, and run my hands across her skin, touching her lightly in a zig-zag pattern. My eyes watch my movements and study the way her body reacts to my touch. Goosebumps prickle her skin and her body trembles under my hand.
My hands wander over her stomach and up to her breasts. I pinch her nipples and lean down to pull one into my mouth. I suckle and then pull off with a slight nip to the peak, Her nipples glisten from my mouth and I smile as I watch her inhale and exhale.
I stroke myself a few times as I admire body and what I’ve done to it. Seeing her flushed and writhing beneath me makes me need to be inside Cam. I sit up and lean over to the bedside table and quickly grab a condom. I put the foil wrapper between my teeth, make eye contact with her, and tear it open. I sheathe myself in haste and line up my cock with her entrance.
A lazy smile forms on her mouth as I slowly push into her then her mouth falls open. Her walls squeeze my cock and it takes some serious restraint not to come right then. Once I’m seated in her, I begin to thrust slowly. Each push and pull, her back arches, her hips rise to meet mine, and tiny breaths are pulled from her throat. Her hands move to my forearms and she moans loudly.
“Babe,” I breathe out. “I need you to get on top.”
We maneuver so that I’m sitting up against the wall. Cam straddles me and slowly sinks down onto my steel hard shaft. Inch by delectable inch, my cock is enveloped by her silky pussy. She makes a noise from the back of her throat, then uses her knees to push herself up and down while her fingers dig into my chest. Her movements speed up, she throws her head back, and uses me to get herself off.
I watch her get wild, the column of her neck arches as she pushes herself up and down quickly on me. My hands grip her hips and help her maintain the rhythm she’s set for herself as her speed increases and the sounds coming out of her get louder.
“I’m- I’m- I’m- Ahhhhhhhhhh!” She lets out a wail of ecstasy.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock.” I piston my hips upwards to catch up with her. By the time she’s mid-orgasm, about to come down, the beginning of mine starts and I thrust up into her faster.
“Shit. Your pussy is squeezing my cock so good, baby. Fuck yes!”
“I’m coming again,” she moans again.
I take that as an invitation and hold her hips up, then use mine to fuck her from below. She moans loudly and then drops her head. I let go of her hips and she pulls off of me before I was ready. She removes the condom from my semi-erect cock and ties it off before swinging her leg over me and climbing off the bed. She prances to the bathroom and disappears through the doorway. She returns a moment later with a washcloth and approaches the bed. She sits by my thigh, grabs my cock, then covers it with the warm cloth, stroking my cock with it gently.
I quirk my eyebrows at her.
“What?” she smiles lazily. “You always wash me, so why can’t I wash you?”
“That’s not how it goes,” I return.
“Gender roles.” She rolls her eyes.
Cam is finishing up in the shower while I’m making lunch. She comes into the kitchen a few moments later wearing tight jeans and a plain t-shirt, and her wet hair up in a ponytail. A few moments later, she walks into the kitchen and slides up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and kissing the side of my neck. I feel pure happiness.
“Whatcha cookin’, good lookin’?” she asks.
“I’m making a sausage sizzle.”
“Shut it. I haven’t had one of those since being here. Oh, are those onions and mushrooms?” She cranes her head to look over my shoulder.
“Do you want barbecue or ketchup?”
“Barbecue sounds delicious.”
“Grab some from the door of the fridge, will ya?” I crook my neck.
She releases me and opens the fridge to gather the ketchup and barbecue sauce.
"Did you know that you take excessively long showers?” I tease, winking at her as I turn and present our meal.
“Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve had food from home? I mean I love American food, but every now and then some comfort food is good too.” She fills up her bread with some of the extra mushrooms and onions from the pan and spreads more sauce on it before folding up the bread and taking a big bite.
She groans and slaps her hand down on the table.
“A little slice of home with a hunky guy.” She smiles after she finishes her bite.
“A little slice of home, with my lady.” I return her smile.
I spend the next few weeks getting back into the swing of things at the club by working every other night. On the nights I’m not at the club, I take Cam out on dates. I give her flowers, constantly hold her hand, shower her with sweet kisses, and exhaust her with a lot of love-making.
I’ve been given the all-clear from the doctor to resume normal activity and start going to the gym again, feeling like I’ve slacked off enough. I’m heading home from the gym when my phone starts buzzing in my duffel.
I finally find it in the side pocket and answer it.
“G'day, mate,” Mal says quietly.
“What’s up?”
“Have you seen Cam?” he asks, out of breath.
“No, but I’m not home. Everything all right?” I ask, concerned by the tone of Mal’s voice.
“Nah, man. I need to talk to Cam. Thanks.” And Mal hangs up.
How weird. I dial Cam’s number, but get no answer, so I pocket my phone and head home.
When I get home, I notice her car is parked in its usual spot. Once inside, I go in search of her. I find her lounging in the master bath surrounded by bubbles. The music is turned up so loud, she wouldn’t hear it if there was a fire alarm.
Distracted, I observe her for a moment and then decide to join her. I disrobe and come around to the side to dip my foot in. The moment she becomes aware of my presence, she startles. Her eyes go wide and her mouth springs open, ready to scream.
“You have a thing with startling me.” She gasps, clutching her hands to her chest as, I sink into the tub across from her. She moves her body so my feet can go on the sides of her and she places hers on top of my thighs.
“It’s a good thing this place came with a huge tub. I’ve got to admit though, this is the first time I’ve been in it.”
“I wouldn’t take you for a bath kind of guy,” she says.
“Believe it or not, I bought this place for the master shower. I mean, how can you go wrong with all those nozzles.”
“So many sprayers, I’m not even sure I know how to operate it the right way.” She laughs lightly.
“How long have you been in the bath?” I ask.
“Not sure. I’ve filled it up a few times because it kept getting cold, but I haven’t wanted to get out yet. So, maybe an hour.” She holds her hands up to study the prune-like state of her fingertips.
“Maybe we should get out of here,” I suggest.
“But you just got in.” She leans up on her knees and advances on me. I move my legs to allow her the space and the slide them closed so she rest her shins on either side of me. My cock has come to attention between us, knowing she’s close.
She wraps her arms around my neck and leans in. I can feel her breath on me as she
closes in. She licks my lips first and when I open for her she plunges her tongue in and rubs it along mine. She rocks her hips against me, causing my cock to rub along her pussy lips as she slides back and forth.
“Fuck, baby,” I say, breaking the kiss. I look down through the bubbles between us to watch my cock sliding as she pulls back. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Burn me then.” She leans up on her knees and grabs my cock, then angles over it and slams down roughly. I lean my head back against the lip of the tub and groan loudly. She slides up and down again, repeating her movements. She feels so fucking amazing, all slippery and wet and bare. Without a condom, I feel that way inside her too. I grab her hips to try to stop her.
“Cam. Condom,” I grit through my teeth as she continues to ride me.
“I trust you, Jacks. You know I’m clean. And I'm on the pill. Plus, we've had sex before without one. We're good,” she breathes, as she continues to move.
Water laps onto the floor as my hips buck up and hers slam down. Moans echo off the walls of the bathroom and I’m about to come.
“Babe. I’m going to come,” I share my thoughts and she slides off of me and starts to stroke me rapidly. My head stays back and I moan loudly as I release into her hand under the water as she’s on the upstroke. She pulls the plug from the tub and what’s left of the water starts to drain. She leans down and kisses me.
“I’m sorry. That was quick.” I feel guilty for coming so quickly and definitely before she even came close.
“Don’t ever apologize for having an orgasm, especially one in the bathtub with me,” she says, leaning down and kissing me with so much emotion behind it.
We climb out of the tub and rinse off the remaining bubbles in the shower. I show her how to properly operate the shower heads so she can use all the different sprayers. Once we’ve dried off and we’re dressing in the bedroom, I remember why I was searching for her in the first place.
“Hey love. Mal me called looking for you. He probably couldn’t get ahold of you with the music so loud. He sounded winded, kinda off. You may want to call him.”
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