by Jaid Black
He did. And she felt sexy because of it.
“I’m sorry,” he said gruffly as he slowly came down from the high, a surly tone of voice she’d finally come to understand was just how Jack was and not meant to be mean to her. He stroked in and out a few times more to completely drain himself. “I need to rest for a few minutes,” he said tiredly.
Kris smiled when his heavy body possessively covered hers, his massive arms coming around to either side of her head to rest as he pressed her torso down with his larger one. “I don’t mind,” she whispered in all honesty. “I just like lying here with you like this.”
He grunted, an arrogant sound that made her grin. “Me too,” he grumbled.
Five minutes later, he was snoring contentedly. And Kris was wondering if maybe, just maybe, surreality and reality could become one.
If the Whos down in Who-ville and the Grinch could work things out, then maybe Dr. Kris Torrence and Jack McKenna could too.
* * * * *
By the time their last night together arrived, Kris was certain that even Jack could feel their impending separation. He wouldn’t let her out of his sight, practically wouldn’t even let her out of the bed.
They made love and they talked, they drank expensive wine and ate expensive food. But mostly they made love. Even when Jack wasn’t penetrating her, he was still fondling her, or instructing her to fondle him.
“Massage my balls while you feed me,” he murmured. His head fell back on the oversized padded chair they were lounging together on, his eyes closing in fatigue. He grunted arrogantly when he felt her hand cup his balls and begin to gently knead them.
Kris massaged his tight sac with one hand and popped pieces of prime rib into his mouth with the other.
“Mmmm,” Jack purred, his eyes remaining closed as he chewed on the steak.
She grinned, wondering if the appreciative sound was due to the food or the fondling. She knew, of course, it was a combination of both. “I agree,” she murmured. “It’s an excellent cut of beef.” She drew the hand that was massaging his tight balls up to his erection long enough to squeeze it.
Jack opened one eye. “Witch,” he muttered. He closed his eye, enjoying the feel of her hand when she resumed massaging his scrotum. “You’ve been draining me left and right and still want more,” he teased, sounding his usual arrogant and surly self.
“And more and more and more.”
His dark eyes opened and found hers. “Then what are you waiting for, baby?” he murmured. “Climb into daddy’s lap.”
Kris bit her lip. Damn if he didn’t get her wet every time he referred to himself in such a wicked way…
She turned herself around so she straddled his lap, one of her hands coming up to rest on his shoulder, the other one grabbing his thick shaft by the base. She guided the tip of his cock to the entrance of her flesh, groaning when she sank down onto him, fully impaling his shaft within her.
“Mmm yeah,” he purred.
Jack reached for her breasts, softly stroking them with the backs of his calloused hands as she rode him slowly, tenderly. Neither one of them were in the mood for a fast and furious mating, but rather for a slow and seductive lovemaking session.
“You feel so good,” Jack said thickly, his eyelids heavy. “Your pussy feels like it was made for me.” He buried his face into her chest, drew a nipple into his mouth, and suckled it.
Kris closed her eyes and hugged him tightly while she slowly, rhythmically, rode up and down his cock. Those damn tears were stinging the backs of her eyes again and she refused to let them fall.
For now, for this glorious moment in time, Jack McKenna belonged to her. Somehow, it would have to be enough.
Something emotional inside of her broke, some spring that uncoiled and demanded she live for the moment and take as many memories as she could with her. She withdrew her nipple from his mouth and rode him hard then, bobbing up and down on his lap, impaling herself with his cock faster and deeper.
“Krissy,” he said hoarsely, his hands reaching around to palm and knead her buttocks. “Oh god, Krissy.”
Kris rode him frantically, desperately, never wanting the moment to end. She moaned and groaned as she sank down onto him, greedily wanting his cock buried inside of her as deep as it could go.
When it was over, when Jack shouted out his satisfaction and came, she watched the way his teeth gritted, memorized the way his jaw clenched…
And knew that as long as she lived she’d never see a more beautiful sight than Jack coming inside of her.
Chapter Fifteen
When the third and final day was complete, and the time to leave the island was at hand, Kris felt as though her heart might break in two. There were a million and one things she wanted to say to Jack, and a million and one more ways she wanted to make love with him.
By the time she began donning her professor clothing, the actions of the past three days were making themselves felt. Her nipples ached from being sucked on, her pussy was sore from having Jack’s cock constantly buried inside of her, and her clit was overly sensitive from being sucked on more times than she could count.
And yet she still wanted more—and more and more and more.
With a sunken heart, she silently admitted to herself that all vacations have to come to an end. And that’s what this excursion had been, a vacation. In real life Jack could afford to date, and chose to date, perfectly gorgeous women with perfect bodies—not passingly pretty women with imperfect bodies.
Kris sighed as she tossed the black handcuffs into her valise. She wanted to have an intimate souvenir of the hedonistic nights they’d spent together and the black handcuffs were about as intimate of a reminder as she could think to take with her.
Her eyes flew to the knotted pine bureau. She smiled nostalgically as she walked over to it and picked up her spectacles. She thought back on last night when Jack had teased her about them.
“These are the ugliest glasses I’ve ever seen, professor.” He held them up as if studying them. “Where’d you buy them? Nerds-R-Us?”
She looked up from her crème brulee long enough to chuckle. “Actually at Geeks-R-Us,” she teased him back. “There’s a distinct difference between the two, you know.”
He grunted, setting them back down on the bureau before joining her at the small, intimate table in the hut.
She smiled. After that they’d talked and they’d talked. They’d discussed everything and nothing, speaking on topics as diverse as San Francisco’s art scene, university politics, and the city politics he often had to sort through to benefit McKenna Construction.
“I don’t regret buying the company,” Jack admitted, digging into his own dessert. They were both naked and very comfortable being that way with each other. “But basically I’m a works-with-his-hands kinda guy. I dislike dealing with all that other bullshit.”
She smiled. “And you’re very, very good at working with your hands,” she said sexily. It amazed her how seductive she could be where Jack was concerned. Before Jack had charged into her life she’d felt about as seductive as the bearded lady at the circus.
That eyebrow of his shot up. “Come here, professor,” he murmured…
Kris sighed, smiling to herself as she absently toyed with her spectacles. Snapping out of it, she shook her head slightly, then threw them into the valise.
“Hey professor,” Jack grumbled as he strode into the hut. “Your plane awaits you.”
She turned on her heel, her heart simultaneously thumping and constricting when she saw him. He was dressed in another Italian business suit. She guessed that he probably had a meeting to attend later in the day or something.
Kris smiled at him fully, even though she felt like she was dying on the inside. “Thank you for letting me know, Jack.” She took a deep breath, and then nodded. “I guess I should be on my way then.”
Jack studied her broodingly, but didn’t say anything to waylay her departure. “I guess so,” he muttered. He sighed, r
unning a hand over his jaw. “Thanks for everything, professor,” he said in the gentlest tone of voice she’d ever heard him use. “I had the best three nights of my life with you.”
She wanted to cry. She also wanted to tell him that they could have many more nights that were just as wonderful. She smiled instead, nodding again. “Me too,” she whispered.
Kris took a deep breath, fearing she might do something completely embarrassing like tear up. She blinked a few times in rapid succession before extending her hand to Jack. “Thanks for everything. I’ll see you at the university, I’m sure.”
Jack looked at her hand, but didn’t take it. He took a deep breath instead, then drew her close and hugged her tightly.
Kris closed her eyes just as tightly, determined not to cry. Luckily he couldn’t see her face, so he couldn’t know how close she was.
“I’ll definitely see you at the university, Krissy,” he murmured into her hair. “And you better not avoid me like you used to.”
She smiled, her eyes still closed. “I won’t,” she promised. “Avoid you that is.”
“Good.”
Jack gave her one of his bear hugs, a gesture she loved as much as his lovemaking. “Take care of yourself,” he said gruffly.
“I will.”
When he released her, Kris took a steadying breath, picked up her valise, and smiled brilliantly up to him, a dimple popping out on either cheek. “Goodbye, Jack.”
He nodded, his dark eyes studying her face. He memorized her dimples, her cat-like green eyes. “Goodbye, Krissy.”
Chapter Sixteen
One week later
She was miserable without him. A week had already came and went and every day, every hour, had grown more unbearable than the last. She wanted to see him, to touch him, to hear him growl and grunt at her. Anything. Any contact would be welcomed contact.
Kris sighed, then shoved another spoonful of chocolate ice cream between her lips as she watched the ending of her new favorite movie—How The Grinch Stole Christmas.
“Don’t fall for it, Cindy-Lou,” she muttered to the screen as the reformed Grinch served up the Christmas feast to the Whos. “The damn man will wine you and dine you with who-pudding and rare who-roast-beast, and then he’ll leave you, cleaving your heart in two.”
She frowned. “God, I’m pathetic,” she mumbled. “It’s been a week and he hasn’t come for you, Kris. He’s not ever going to come for you—get it through your head already.”
Flicking off the television set, Kris stood up with a sigh, and then plodded into the kitchen to put her ice cream bowl into the sink.
It was time to move on. It was time to stop obsessing over Jack.
* * * * *
He was miserable without her. A week had already came and went and every day, every hour, had grown more unbearable than the last. He wanted to see her, to touch her, to growl and grunt at her. Anything. Any contact would be welcomed contact.
Jack sighed, then shoved another spoonful of chocolate ice cream between his lips as he watched the ending of his new favorite movie—The Nutty Professor.
“Don’t fall for it,” he muttered to the screen as the professor took the only woman he coveted out on a date. “The damn woman will let you wine her and dine her with prime rib and crème brulee, and then she’ll leave you, cleaving your heart in two.”
He frowned. “God, I’m pathetic,” he mumbled. “It’s been a week and she hasn’t come for you, Jack. She’s not ever going to come for you—get it through your head already.”
Flicking off the television set, Jack stood up with a sigh, and then plodded into the kitchen to put his ice cream bowl into the sink.
It was time to move on. It was time to stop obsessing over Krissy.
* * * * *
“I can’t stop thinking about him!” Kris dramatically wailed, bemoaning the fates that had conspired against her. “He’s in my every thought, my every…” She waved an impatient hand. “My every everything.”
Her friend chuckled, the single mother of an adorable blue-eyed, golden haired baby boy shaking her head in disapproval. “So go tell him how you feel. How do you know he isn’t feeling the same way if you don’t tell him how you feel?”
Kris frowned as she fell into her chair. “He’s too good for me,” she mumbled. “He’s a thousand times more good-looking than I am.” She sighed. “He’d never want a woman like me for keeps.”
Her friend sighed too, glancing away. Her eyes were remote, distant, as if remembering a long ago moment in time she preferred to keep sealed away. “There was a man once…” She smiled, still looking away. “A man I loved. But I was too scared to tell him how I felt and too scared to ask him how he felt.” Her friend glanced up, at last meeting her gaze. “I’ve always regretted it,” she said quietly. “Because I’ve lost him forever.”
Kris’ eyes widened. “Why don’t you try to find him?”
Her friend was quiet for a long moment, but eventually she shook her head. “We weren’t meant to be,” she said softly. “We just weren’t meant to be.”
* * * * *
“I can’t stop thinking about her!” Jack dramatically wailed, bemoaning the fates that had conspired against him. “She’s in my every thought, my every…” He waved an impatient hand. “My every everything.”
His best friend John Calder chuckled, his blue-eyed, golden haired head shaking in disapproval. “So go tell her how you feel. How do you know she isn’t feeling the same way if you don’t tell her how you feel?”
Jack frowned as he fell into his chair. “She’s too good for me,” he mumbled. “She’s a thousand times smarter and more good-looking than I am.” He sighed. “She’d never want a man like me for keeps.”
John sighed too, glancing away. His eyes were remote, distant, as if remembering a long ago moment in time he preferred to keep sealed away. “There was a woman once…” He smiled, still looking away. “A woman I loved. But I was too scared to tell her how I felt and too scared to ask her how she felt.” John glanced up, at last meeting his gaze. “I’ve always regretted it,” he said quietly. “Because I’ve lost her forever.”
Jack’s eyes widened. “Why don’t you try to find her?”
John was quiet for a long moment, but eventually he shook his head. “We weren’t meant to be,” he said softly. “We just weren’t meant to be.”
Chapter Seventeen
“Good morning, Dr. Torrence.”
“Good morning, Dr. Moore.”
Kris frowned as she strolled into the faculty lounge, her surly mood evident. She was dressed in a conservative navy business skirt that ended at the knee, a white cotton shirt that was buttoned all the way to the top, and her mass of dark red curls was secured in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. Completing her usual ensemble was a pair of black spectacles perched at the tip of her nose.
Clearly, she felt about as good as she looked. But then she’d never placed much importance on fashion anyway.
Kris inclined her head to Dr. Moore as she plodded by him, feeling as glum as glum could be. “How are you doing today?” she asked conversationally. “I’m sorry I’m late.” I was busy brooding over the Grinch! “Has anything happened around here I should know about?”
Dr. Moore nodded, his pompous tone as annoying as it had ever been. “Quite a bit actually…”
She listened to her colleague’s rather long-winded answer with half an ear as she poured herself a cup of what most people would call beans and water, but what the university called, or tried to pass off as at any rate, coffee.
Kris ignored Dr. Moore as she sipped from the steamy mug of cheap quasi-Columbian brew, and reflected back on the conversation she’d had with her friend last night. Maybe she had been right. Maybe she should tell Jack how she felt.
“Oh,” Dr. Moore continued, breaking her out of her reverie, “I almost forgot to mention that Mr. McKenna is in your office.” He shook his head, perturbed. “He’s waiting to speak to you,” he said disdain
fully as he adjusted his tie.
Kris’ heartbeat began to race. “Mr. McKenna? As in Jack McKenna?” She swallowed roughly as she looked at her colleague, her eyes wide. Could it possibly be true? “Are you certain?”
“Afraid so.”
“Did he say what he wants?” she breathed out.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself,” a dark voice growled from behind her.
Kris whipped around, almost spilling her coffee at her surprise as she did so. Dr. Moore cleared his throat uncomfortably while nervously readjusting his tie. “Jack,” she breathed out. She shook her head slightly, remembering that Dr. Moore was in the room. “You wanted to see me, Mr. McKenna?”
“Hell, yes, I want to see you,” he growled. He jabbed a finger in the general direction of her office door. “Let’s go talk, lady.”
Kris frowned severely, but smiled on the inside. Jack was here! He’d come back! If even just to growl at her…
As soon as they reached her modest office, and the door was shut firmly behind them, she turned to look at him, smiling as she drank in the sight of him. She knew she should probably play it cool, but good lord he looked wonderful to her Jack-starved senses. “How are you?” she asked, wanting to know everything. “It’s so good to see you.”
His jaw clenched as his dark gaze broodingly raked over her face. “Is it, Krissy?” he grumbled.
She blinked. “Well, of course.” She shook her head. “I’ve missed you, Jack,” she admitted, deciding to be honest about at least that much. She’d been so hungry for his presence that all of a sudden she no longer cared how much of a fool she made of herself. “I’ve missed you a lot.”
Jack’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You know what I’m up to and you’re trying to throw me off the scent, aren’t you?” His nostrils flared when she gazed at him as though she had no idea what he was talking about. “Well it won’t work,” he growled.
Jack grunted—music to her ears!—then whipped out a large envelope she hadn’t noticed him carrying under his arm. He briskly opened the envelope, pulling photographs of her out of it. Photographs, she noticed when he placed them on the desk, that were of her at Hotel Atlantis—naked and smiling on Jack’s lap while he held her labial lips apart with his calloused fingers.