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by Selena Scott


  The group had stopped to see what was holding them up. “Drugstore’s gonna be closed, Jack,” said Celia. “It’s past eight.”

  Jack and Thea looked at one another in horror. They’d gotten real worked up at the bar and were really gonna need to bang this thing out. Immediately.

  “What’d you need?” Celia asked. “We might already have it at the house— oh.”

  The look on Jack and Thea’s faces answered her question perfectly, without words, and she found herself completely embarrassed for having asked. Yeah. She was pretty sure there weren’t any condoms at the lake house.

  Martine, sympathetic to the sexual concerns of mortals, but not quite as wrapped up in it as they were, looked around at the darkening forest. “We should keep moving.” She didn’t need to remind them that it was just a few days ago that Arturo had attempted to take Jack.

  Tre cleared his throat. “Let’s keep going. Jack, I’ve, ah, I’ve got you covered at home. So to speak.”

  The group chuckled and kept walking. Caroline eyed Tre with unguarded interest. She’d thought of him as such an obvious nerd! But he’d brought condoms on this trip with him. Maybe he had some woman-charming powers that she’d yet to see? Or maybe he just really liked to be prepared. Like a boy scout.

  Meanwhile, Celia took a long, meaningful look at Thea. She watched her whisper something to Jack that made them both smile hungrily. She watched shameless lust cross her face. She watched the confident lope of her walk. There was no hint of color or embarrassment on her face. Just gorgeous pale skin and freckles like always. She’d had no issue with the group knowing that she and Jack were gonna have sex when they headed back to the house.

  The thought was positively revolutionary for Celia. Her siblings had teased one another about sex so much, and her parents had been so wildly strict and zero tolerance about it, that Celia knew she didn’t have the healthiest level of confidence when it came to sex. She faced forward as she walked, looking away from Thea. She consciously pushed her shoulders back a bit; a little confidence wouldn’t kill her, she decided.

  When they got back to the house, most of the group settled in the living room. It was still early after all. But Tre disappeared from the room for a minute and came back with a box of unopened condoms in his hand. “Mazel,” he said as he tossed them across the room.

  Thea reached forward and snagged them from the air before Jack could. The pair of them basically raced up the stairs, shouldering each other out of the way like they were kids.

  “Considerate of them to go upstairs,” Martine said thoughtfully, and even as she said it, the chandelier above them shook, dust sifting down from the ceiling.

  CHAPTER NINE

  “Scared?” Thea teased as she basically tackled him backwards onto the queen-sized bed of the random bedroom they’d chosen to consecrate on the third floor.

  “Scared? No. Nervous? Yeah. A little.”

  She was disarmed by his honesty. He laid on his back, his T-shirt untucked and his hat halfway off. She was straddled over him. She felt him kick off one of his sneakers and then the other.

  “Why?” she asked as she pulled his cap off and finally, finally ran fingers through his silky-gold hair.

  “Thea,” he said, looking up at her, her freckles standing out sharply in the pale dusk light, her hair in a high messy bun, those clear blue eyes basically eating him alive. He let his eyes trail down her body. To her breasts that pushed against her T-shirt, the curve of her waist and her soft belly. To her ass that was currently spilling over the confines of his large hands. “Any man in his right mind would be nervous right now. You’re so gorgeous, so everything that I want, that it’s hard to breathe when I look at you.”

  “You know?” she said, joking past the compliment that she knew, secretly, she was going to treasure for the rest of her life. “You’re actually everything I want, too. Except for the extra decade you’re carrying around.”

  “You saying I’m old, little girl?” he asked, scowling and rolling them so that he loomed over her. “Ain’t got no gray hairs to date.”

  “Shame. Gray hairs are hot.”

  “Can’t win with you, woman.”

  She opened her mouth to retort, but he silenced her with a kiss. If you could even call it that. This was the slowest, deepest kiss that Thea had ever been party to. She thrilled to it. He wasn’t attempting to wow her with prodigious sexual skills or fancy tricks. No. He was just trying to melt his way right into her and it thrilled her. The thought of him sharing himself with her like this picked her up and shook her. Made her dizzy. She realized, all at once, in a tidal wave of a realization, she wasn’t about to have sex with Jack, she was about to be washed away in the ocean of him. She could only hope that one day she’d reach shore again.

  The kiss went on and on and it was the sole subject of his attention. She couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, a man had kissed her without feeling her up. But Jack’s hands stayed on the bed, his fists opening and closing.

  He was kissing her into heated mush that used to be a woman. She was panting, blurry-eyed, her hair falling out of its hair tie when she sat up. She wanted to destroy him. Who cared about foreplay? That kiss had been enough foreplay to last her a decade. She ripped her shirt off and then went for his. She had his pants unbuttoned and down around his thighs when his brain caught up to her actions.

  Her hand gripped his cock, a sure hand, just like he’d known she’d have. He ripped his hands through his hair and endured exquisite torture as he looked down at her in that simple black bra that made him want to invest in Walmart or wherever the hell she’d gotten it. She stared up at him through thick lashes as she worked him in her hand. She was stroking him rhythmically, her stroke effective and certain.

  Something nagged at him and he wasn’t quite sure what it was, so he leaned forward and took her mouth again. There. There it was. That liquid sliding paradise. A slow spinning fall into her. Into everything. Into perfection.

  Her hand stuttered on his cock and loosened its grip. He shoved his pants further down and she found herself with a hell of a lot more room to play. She’d stopped jacking him and now was kind of tugging, pushing him around with the flat of her hand. Her hand circled him again with intention and he experimented with something. He took her bottom lip between his and suckled. He slid lips on lips, melting her, and her practiced jerking stuttered. Her hand flattened around him. Playing and pushing.

  He delighted in it. Once, as a younger man, he’d heard a public health slogan that was something like ‘remember that you’re basically having sex with everyone your partner has ever had sex with’. It was a reminder not to ride bareback, that disease is communicable, yadda yadda yadda. Good lesson. But something about it had always irritated Jack. Virgins never particularly got Jack sprung, but when he was with a woman, he wanted to know that he was the only man in that room for her. He wanted to know that she wasn’t weighing experiences or dreaming of someone else.

  Now, with Thea spearing up from the bed, kissing him silly and playing with his cock, he didn’t even want her to use tricks she’d used on another man. He was glad that she’d had company in the past, somebody or somebodies to keep her warm. But right now at this very second? He didn’t care about skill. He wanted to invent a whole new way of touching. Something that only the two of them knew how to do. A secret language between them.

  The path to that was in keeping both of them out of their heads and in the moment.

  “Naked,” he growled against her mouth. “For fuck’s sake, let me finally see you naked.”

  She laughed a little unsteadily and lifted her arms over her head. He stripped the bra off of her without bothering with the clasp and groaned as her breasts bounced free.

  His thoughts stuttered to a halt. “Never mind,” he gasped. “Pause. Here. Forever.”

  Jack fell on her breasts, pushing her back against the bed. His hands shaped and molded while he devoured her with his mouth. Jack painted pictures ove
r her plush skin, relishing the way she yielded to the stiff point of his tongue. When he captured her nipple between his lips, he suckled her, his tongue working that stiff point, sucking her to the roof of his mouth. He let her breast free and buried his face there, rasping his stubble against her sensitive skin.

  Thea’s hands opened and closed on Jack’s back as he moved to her other breast. When he suckled at her this time, she couldn’t keep her hips on the bed. She thrusted against his middle and clasped her legs around his ribs. She would have given anything to have had the patience to have gotten all the way naked, but this was good, too. She rubbed her jean-clad pussy against his abs and let him suck her ghost straight out of her chest.

  He was humping the bed, making it squeak and grunting and groaning against the flesh of her breasts. Finally, when she couldn’t take it anymore, Thea buried her hand in his hair and gave him a real yank. One that he’d remember. She used the element of surprise and pushed him onto his side, his cock spearing into the air between them. If Jack were someone else, Thea might have reached for him with her hand, continued to jerk him off. But this wasn’t someone else. This was this man. This golden, smiling, loping, rambling man and something deep within her called out to satisfy her deepest instincts.

  She didn’t use her hands. Instead she slithered down his body and pressed her breasts, wet from his mouth, against his cock. She gathered her breasts in two hands and enveloped him, but then, suddenly that felt too expected and instead she just pressed her softness into his reddened, taut flesh. She was eye level with his cock now and couldn’t help but admire its perfection. Mauve and huge and curving slightly to the left, it had as much personality as his face did and that made elation effervesce through her like a popped can of coke. She dragged her chest across him and when one of her stiff nipples slicked through the wetness on the tip of his cock both of them groaned.

  “Yes,” he said, full-voiced and intentional. “Yes.”

  He pushed back from her and stood, his cock rearing up as he grabbed the ankles of her jeans. She quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them and when she lifted her ass, he whipped them off her like a magician ripping a tablecloth off a set table. They were gone, tossed through the air and forgotten. He kicked his own pants off and then his underwear and then there was just that pair of basic black panties between him and everything he could ever remember wanting.

  She was panting and wild-eyed, out of her mind with want for him and he knew he looked exactly the same way. This was what he’d wanted. He’d thought he’d had to orchestrate it but he realized now he’d been a fool. Silly Jack. This was always how it was going to be between them. Even if it had been normal, expected sex: kissing, boobs, missionary. Even with that, it would have been the best sex of his life. Because how could it not with this sincere, freckled, panting wildcat reaching up for him.

  “Me and you,” she said, and he realized that she must be having similar thoughts to him.

  “That’s fucking right, me and you,” he told her, kneeling up on the bed and tucking his thumbs into the edges of her underwear. “It’s just me and you.”

  “No one else,” she said.

  “No one else but me and you.”

  He’d always loved that phrase, ‘me and you’. It was a palindrome in content. When one person said it to another and that person said it back, it meant the same thing to each of them. Even though the me and the you had flipped meaning. It didn’t matter. Because in the end, it was just the two of them there, mostly naked and wet with passion for each other.

  He pulled her underwear down her legs, not looking until he’d flicked them off her toes. When he did look, his head dropped and he let out a huge breath, like he’d been shot. She lay across the bed, blue in the moonlight peeking through the window, every inch of her freckled and pale. Her face was a miracle of angles and architecture while her body was so soft and plush he just knew he was going to get lost in her completely.

  Then, her eyes on his face, she spread her legs apart, slowly, her skin smoothing over the quilt.

  Jack found himself drawn forward as if attached to a short rope she was dragging in. There was a part of him that thought, No! Pull back, take a breath. You go there, you’re never coming back. Even then he knew that there was no turning away from this.

  When Jack landed his mouth at her hipbone, he got caught somewhere between laughing and praying.

  “What?” she asked, popping her head up and threading her fingers through his hair, giving him a good tug.

  “Nothing,” he said, falling back and pulling her over him. If he would’ve been dexterous enough to lace toes with her, he would have done it. He was losing his damn mind. “I was just thinking about that cashier from the general store in town.”

  “What?” She attempted to resurface. “The cash—the teenage boy? Jack, if that’s what you're thinking about right now, I think there’s something you need to tell me.”

  He laughed harder, and scratched his stubble against her neck. “No, I was thinking about this advice I gave him after you left the store. About women like you.”

  “Oh yeah?” she fell back, an electric puddle. “Can’t wait to hear this.”

  “I told him that if he ever meets a woman like you, he should do one of two things. Either run for the hills…” he paused with that dramatic, storyteller flair that both annoyed and endeared Thea. She refused to bite. She merely pursed her lips and willed him to get on with the story. “Or be ready to fall at her feet and worship.”

  She blinked two very wry eyes at him. “Your point?”

  He laughed again. “No point, sweetheart. Don’t you know by now that sometimes I’m just talking to pass the time?” Of course that was a lie. He’d had a point. A cogent one. When he’d told that kid at the general store what to do with a woman like Thea, he’d considered himself to be an exception to that rule. A grown and seasoned man who, through hard-won experience and knowledge, had figured out how to thread the needle for a woman like Thea. He knew how to enjoy her and not get destroyed by her.

  But here he was, basically willing himself to not fall on his knees in front of her.

  “Let’s see if I can’t help you find another way to pass the time.” They rolled then and ended in a pile. His elbow was caught too far beneath her, her foot was annoyingly twisted in the blanket. Neither of them cared. Because they were naked and squished up together.

  Their fingers laced and a swell of heat pulsed out from between their palms. Had either of their eyes been open they would have seen a pulse of blue light ricochet out from them, roll out the window and toward the lake.

  Two levels down, Celia looked up from her book. “Lightning?” she asked.

  “Nope,” Jean Luc and Tre said at the same moment.

  But they didn’t see it up in the bedroom, the otherworldly pulse of light and energy they were making just from touching one another. They were busy with other things as Jack had turned his body, and both of them on their sides, parted her legs to kiss along her thighs. He sucked in a breath that rolled into a laugh and ended on a groan when she pivoted her body to lay opposite along him and followed suit with her tongue.

  Her scent rode high through him, making his heart leap to his throat. She was oaky and sharp, like good whiskey. He took one swipe through her heat with his tongue and his eyes rolled back in his head. He was already drunk on her. Spinning. Dizzy with the taste of her arousal.

  The first few swipes of Jack’s tongue through her pussy deeply relieved Thea. She’d been grappling with the rising feeling that he was about to do something to her that couldn’t be undone. That he was going to take all her other lovers and just wipe them clean from her memory. All the rolling and rubbing and kissing and sliding had freaked her out as much as it had aroused her. Because it was completely unlike anything she’d ever done with anyone else. She’d felt as if she’d strapped on skis, was standing at the top of an unexplored mountain, nowhere to go but down, down, down. Wherever Jack was gonna take her. />
  But this? She had her footing again as he gripped her thighs and tasted her wetness. Because this was familiar territory. This was just sex. And she’d had plenty of sex before. It was good sex. Okay. Really good sex. It was—oh Jesus—really REALLY good sex. Well, make that the best sex of her life. But—gah—yes! It was still just sex.

  Jack was working her slowly, methodically, and she got the impression that he was paying complete attention to every minuscule movement and sound that she made. He was learning her as much as he was pleasuring her. That simultaneously tensed her and let loose a flood of wetness.

  He made a sound halfway between a chuckle and a groan and that hot-rough tongue of his dipped inside her.

  Thea was starting to lose her grip on something and it wasn’t just the sheets. He was a skilled lover, obviously, but she couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t just having sex with her. It was almost like he was trying to tell her something. His tongue painted a circle inside her and she almost asked him to repeat himself. There were words on the air. If she could only make them out. She strained and arched back and slammed her eyes closed.

  Again, the two of them missed the arcing blue light that spiraled out of them.

  When her eyes came open, Thea looked down, barely recognizing her own legs the way they were wrapped around Jack’s head and shoulders. She was trembling. And she never trembled. His eyes were shut tight and the scar on his eyebrow gleamed white in the gloomy lighting of the room.

  She had the distinct impression that she was losing a battle with herself. What was happening? Her orgasm was nearing, drawing her tight, about to kick her boat out to deep water.

  She had to get a hold on things, ahold of herself. She lunged forward, gripped Jack’s hips and swallowed down his cock with absolutely no preamble. She took him hard, straight to the back of her throat, patient through her own gag reflex, and swallowed around him.

 

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