Lit (Wrecked Hearts Series Book 1)

by Gabrielle Gibson

  “Have you thought about seeing him?” Jessie felt she was treading on dangerous waters, but this was the first time Jack had opened up to her about anything important and she wanted to get to know him better.

  Jack shook his head. The cute, dark-haired waitress came over, interrupting them. Jack gazed appreciatively at her and asked for another beer. She smiled at him flirtatiously and Jessie noticed his eyes lingering on the back of her short skirt as she walked away.

  She rolled her eyes and changed the subject. Her sympathy seemed to dissipate as she watched Jack eye the girl like a piece of meat. Irritation prickled through her.

  Jessie had gotten tacos and enchiladas, plus cheese dip to go with the chips and salsa. She ate so much she was afraid she might not fit into any of the skimpy dresses she had purchased earlier. Even Jack made a joke about how much she had eaten.

  “I love Mexican,” Jessie said defensively as they walked back to the hotel. “It’s my favorite kind of food.”

  Jack laughed. “I’m just fucking with you. I like that you eat like a human. I hate when girls pretend that they don’t eat.”

  Jessie laughed. “I know… it screams insecurity, doesn’t it?”

  “And you’re so little it’s not like you have to worry about gaining weight,” Jack added, holding the door open for her as they reached the hotel.

  His gaze swept quickly down her body and back up again, stopping when their eyes met. Jessie felt a thrill race through her, all too aware of the way he was appraising her body with those stormy blue eyes.

  When they got back to their suite, Jessie disappeared into her room to get ready for her new ‘job’. Meanwhile, Jack logged onto his computer to see what he could find out about Sam Dennison’s girlfriend.

  An hour later, the door to Jessie’s room opened.

  Without looking up from his computer screen Jack spoke, “I think I got a last name for…”

  He stopped speaking abruptly when he glanced over at her.

  Jessie twirled around in the hottest little dress he’d ever seen. “Do I look okay?” she asked. “Tony said, “tits and ass.” From a man’s perspective, will this work?”

  He was totally speechless at the sight of Jessie in that dress. His eyes moved slowly over every sexy inch of her. The royal blue dress was backless except for thin silver straps that crisscrossed over her flawless skin. The fabric barely covered her incredible ass. The front was equally hot, accentuating her perfect breasts, with enough cleavage to satisfy not only Tony, but every other man in the city.

  She wore a lot more makeup than usual and her hair was straightened, instead of its usual soft waves, spilling down her back and shoulders. She wore strappy silver sandals, the highest heels he’d ever seen her in. She was stunning.

  She was always pretty and sweet-looking. And he’d seen her in a bikini. He knew she had a tight little body working. He’d spent more time than he cared to admit wondering what her tits and pussy and ass looked like naked. He couldn’t help himself, really. She was cute as hell.

  But tonight she was hot. Incredibly so.

  Jack felt himself get hard, his cock all too aware of the tempting little toy in the room that he wasn’t supposed to be playing with. If she was any other woman, he’d have already had her sexy little ass bent over this fucking table. But he couldn’t go down that road with this sweet girl. He could see it in her eyes right now, the way she was looking at him. He could hurt this one.

  She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something.

  “Well?” she prompted, as his eyes continued to roam hotly over her body.

  Jack cleared his throat and swallowed hard, unable to tear his eyes away.

  “You look… uh…” he began, faltering as she took a few steps closer to him. “Good,” he finished weakly, finally looking away and back at his computer.

  Jessie looked down at the floor, her cheeks flushing pink. Not exactly the reaction she’d been hoping for. She felt rather disappointed. She had thought she looked pretty hot and had been hoping Jack would think so too.

  She sighed. She supposed Jack was hard to impress. After all, she’d seen the girls he hooked up with. No way could she compete with that.

  “I’m heading out. I guess it’ll be really late when I get back. I’m not sure.” Jessie walked toward the door.

  “Be careful,” Jack said quietly, not looking at her. “I’ll stop by later to check things out.”

  Jessie nodded and left.

  After the door closed behind her, Jack walked to the bar and made himself a gin and tonic. He had thought his attraction to Jessie would fade but there was no sign of that happening yet.

  He couldn’t get the image of her in that dress out of his head. It wasn’t like him to get so fixated on one chick. It was more than irritating that he couldn’t seem to turn it off.

  He shook his head as if he could get her off his mind that way and went back to his computer where he could focus on work.

  Chapter Fourteen

  JESSIE WALKED INTO SALVATORE’S WITH five minute to spare. The place was pretty crowded and looked a lot different than it had that afternoon. Tony had instructed her to check in with Roy at the bar when she arrived, so she made her way over.

  “Hi. Are you Roy?” she asked with a friendly smile. He nodded slightly as his eyes skipped over her, lingering on her cleavage. “Tony told me to check in with you. I’m the new entertainment.”

  Roy was a seedy looking man in his late fifties. He licked his lips as he checked her out. He smiled, revealing yellow, crooked teeth.

  “Follow me, honey.” He came from behind the bar and led her to the back of the room through a closed door. The back area was dingy but more brightly lit than the main bar. He led her down a damp and musty hallway passed several closed doors. He stopped in front of one and knocked twice. He opened the door and peered in.

  “Tony,” he said, “The blonde is here….the singer.”

  He motioned for Jessie to go into the office. She walked in and smiled at Tony, who sat behind a large, wooden desk.

  He stood up and came around the desk to greet her. He leaned in to kiss her cheek and his hand rested on her back, dipping down to briefly brush over her ass. She smelled his strong cologne mixed with the stench of cigarettes. Her stomach churned, but she smiled sweetly.

  “Let me show you around.” He led her out of his office and walked her down the hall to a small dressing room area. “You can take your breaks and freshen up in here.”

  Tony led her further down the hallway, passing by several closed doors without comment. She made a mental note to check them out later if she got a chance.

  Tony introduced her to the piano player, a young guy named Deandre. He left them alone so they could work out their line up for the night.

  Deandre was very sweet as they coordinated a set list. The plan was for Jessie to do three sets of forty-five minutes each, with a fifteen minute break in between. Deandre seemed to know how to play just about every song ever written. Jessie was glad, since it made it easy to come up with lists of songs she felt comfortable with.

  At ten-thirty they started the first set. Jessie thought it was going really well. The crowd seemed to really like her and she felt comfortable, even in the revealing dress that she wouldn’t normally wear. She sang a variety of slow songs by everyone from Alanis Morissette to Janet Jackson, slow and sexy, just like Tony wanted.

  She noticed Tony sitting at a small table over to the side. He was with someone, another man. He made eye contact with her and gave her a salacious smile. Jessie felt her skin crawl as she smiled sweetly back at him.

  JESSIE WAS ON STAGE SINGING a slow, sultry song when Jack arrived at Salvatore’s. Her voice sounded amazing and she looked like a fucking movie star. Jack noticed that every guy in the place was fixated on her, practically drooling. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a Captain and Coke.

  He listened as Jessie sang an old song he recognized. Some chick song. As she bel
ted out the angsty lyrics of Heart’s, “Alone”, he wondered idly if she had ever thought of singing professionally. She was really that goddamn good.

  His eyes scanned over her in that racy dress that had made him so fucking horny for her earlier. She was putting on a show for the crowd, playing the role of seductress, moving her body sensually to the smoky music. But Jack knew that wasn’t what she was really like.

  No, in real life she was shy, innocent, and even a little awkward. Cute as fuck, but not at all like the sexy, confident performer radiating sex from the stage.

  The girl on stage was all seduction, tits and ass and legs and lips, promising the fuck of a lifetime. But it was all an act. The real Jessie was more angel than temptress.

  He gazed at her, expressionless. Angel or not, he couldn’t stop wondering what it was like to sleep with her. Why was the idea of getting Jessie so fucking turned on she let go of that angel act so goddamn hot lately? He wanted her begging. Wanted to make her come so hard she forgot to be a good girl for a little while.

  The bartender set his drink in front of him and noticed him glance at Jessie.

  “That’s a hot piece of ass, huh?” he cackled, waving a hand in Jessie’s direction. “Man, hittin’ that’d be like hittin’ the fuckin’ lottery, yeah?”

  “Yeah, no shit,” Jack agreed, picking up his drink.

  Jack noticed a hot piece of ass walk by and sit a few seats away from him at the bar. Incredibly sexy with long dark hair, she glanced over at him and smiled. He nodded in acknowledgement and she boldly got up and made her way over to him.

  “May I join you?” she asked, motioning to the empty bar chair next to him.

  He shifted in his seat slightly and hesitated before nodding, taking a moment to check her out. Her amazing long legs were showcased in a short black dress. His eyes roamed back up her body, pausing on full breasts, which he suspected would be pretty memorable. Her long dark hair fell below her shoulders, piercing green eyes glancing nervously at him. He noticed her full, sexy lips and hoped she’d be wrapping them around his cock later.

  “Maria,” she said as she gracefully took the seat next to Jack.

  “Jack,” he replied, noticing the wedding ring on her left hand. Not that he really cared, but her rock was huge and kind of hard not to notice.

  “Are you here alone?” she asked.

  He nodded. “Buy you a drink?”

  “Sure, thanks.”

  Jack got the bartender’s attention. She ordered a vodka tonic with a lime, which she drank rather quickly. They made small talk as Jessie’s soothing but seductive voice filled the bar.

  When Maria excused herself to the ladies’ room, Jack turned his eyes back to Jessie. In the dimly lit bar he could allow himself to stare at her, curiously wondering about every tempting curve of her body.

  Christ, Jessie was pretty. And talented. And fun. And sweet. And… what the fuck was wrong with him? It was just pussy, for fucks sake. He couldn’t remember ever being this distracted by a chick before. It was really starting to piss him off. He needed to get his shit together.

  He was glad when Maria returned and sat back down. He turned his attention back to her, all that smoldering dark hotness a welcome distraction from the angelic blonde on stage.

  “I have a confession to make,” she said, her voice low.

  “Yeah?” Jack asked, finishing his drink. “What’s that?” He glanced down at her breasts for the tenth time.

  “I’m feeling a bit reckless tonight. I found out that my husband has been having an affair.”

  Her pretty green eyes flashed angrily and her voice shook a little.

  Jack kept his expression neutral.

  “Sounds like you’re going to need another drink,” he replied.

  She nodded and Jack got the bartender’s attention again.

  “Does it sound naive to say I’m surprised that my husband went outside of our marriage? I thought we were happy.”

  Jack shrugged. He didn’t know this woman and he didn’t know anything about her situation. But he did know that men cheating on their wives wasn’t anything new, sometimes even when they were happy. He couldn’t imagine being tied down to one woman, no matter how hot she was.

  Jessie had stopped singing and the stage was empty. She must have taken a break.

  He noticed her on the other side of the bar, seated at a table with two men in suits. One of them had a hand on her thigh as he leaned forward to talk to her. She was smiling and engaging him flirtatiously.

  He felt himself getting pissed off. It irritated him that she was letting that guy put his hands on her and that she was encouraging him. He knew she was just working, playing a role like he’d done himself a hundred times.

  Maybe he was just being overprotective. Not surprising, after what had happened to Gus. Who could blame him for being worried? He knew she’d be pissed if he tried to call off her undercover role. He needed to let her get experience. It’s the only way she would learn. He just hoped she would be smart.

  “I came in here tonight with the intention of getting revenge.” Maria looked at him, waiting for his reaction. “I looked around for the hottest guy in the place, which is you, by the way. Then I came over here.” She reached over and placed a perfectly manicured hand on his arm. She smiled. “Do you have somewhere we could go?”

  “I’m in town for work,” Jack said. “Come back to my hotel room with me.”

  He definitely needed a distraction tonight. There was no way he was going to pass up the opportunity to nail this chick. She was definitely top shelf. Maybe if he fucked this girl hard enough he could get his mind off Jessie, at least temporarily.

  Jessie had taken the stage again by the time Jack finished paying for his and Maria’s drinks. He glanced at her one last time as he and Maria left together.

  When they reached the hotel, Jack held the door open for Maria as she took a few steps into the suite.

  “Drink?” Jack asked, walking to the bar to get one for himself.

  She nodded. “Thanks. Whatever you’re having is fine.”

  Jack fixed drinks for them both and then walked slowly toward her. She took the drink from him and put it to her lips, taking a dainty sip. Then she put the glass down on the table and took a step closer to him.

  He could hear her take a deep breath as he leaned closer to her, placing his free hand on her hip then sliding it slowly around to the small of her back. She seemed a little nervous.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  She nodded but she felt stiff in his arms.

  “Relax,” Jack whispered as he pressed his lips lightly against hers. He gently slipped his tongue into her mouth and she kissed him back eagerly. She ran her hands down his sides, and then she lifted his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor.

  She moved her hands over his chest, appreciating his ripped body as he slid his hands up the sides of her thighs, pulling her dress up as he lifted her and set her down on the dining table.

  He took a sharp breath when he saw her garter belt and thigh highs. Jack slid his hand between her legs, rubbing her softly through her satin panties.

  “Now that’s fucking hot,” Jack whispered against her hair. She sighed, in desperate need of an ego stroking after finding out that her husband had been screwing his nineteen-year-old secretary.

  He kissed slowly down her neck and with his other hand he pulled at the front of her dress, exposing her perfect breasts.

  “These are unbelievable,” he said before he brushed his tongue over her nipple.

  He slipped a finger inside her panties. She moaned and threw her head back, one hand on the back of his head, the other flat against the table. Jack rolled her clit under his thumb and pushed one, then two fingers inside her. She was already wet, eagerness dripping from her neglected body.

  He pushed her lightly back on the table so she was lying flat on her back, her long legs hanging off the edge. She lifted her hips briefly to allow him to slide her panties off.
He spread her legs open and bent down between her thighs. Jack took his time as he kissed lightly over her swollen and glistening pussy lips. He moved his tongue to her clit and flicked his tongue over it, making her squirm under him.

  “Oh, oh, mmm…” she moaned.

  He used more pressure and alternated between licking and sucking her slowly, wanting to make it last as long as he could. He was so turned on that his cock was swelling now, pressing almost painfully inside his jeans.

  When he could tell she was getting close, he plunged his fingers deep inside her. When she came she grabbed the back of his head, grinding herself against his mouth.

  “Oh God! Yes! Oh… oh!” she cried out, her head rolling back on the hard table.

  When her orgasm subsided, she sat up on her elbows, legs still spread. Jack reached for his zipper as he stared between her legs. He pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs enough to release his aching, rock hard erection. He pulled a condom from his pocket and rolled it on.

  Jack scooted Maria closer to the edge of the table and pressed the head of his dick against her, enjoying the way it felt as his thick cock slowly disappeared inside her. They both watched as he eased himself slowly in and out of her. She moaned each time he pressed himself deeper.

  He wrapped his arms behind her and pulled her closer. With one hand against her ass and the other holding onto the table, he increased his speed and intensity. She threw her arms around his neck and steadied herself against him as he pounded harder and harder, going as deep as he could. She cried out loudly with every thrust.

  Jack continued to fuck her, grunting and slamming into her, his head bent down over her shoulder. He felt himself getting close and he breathed heavily in anticipation. He came, groaning and pressing himself as deeply inside of her as he could get.

  He let go of her and caught his breath for a moment, both hands on the table on either side of her. Then he pulled out of her and disappeared into his room to take care of the condom.