Once I thoroughly clean the interior of my baby, I put the mats back in place and the vacuum back in the trunk. Grabbing my cell out of my purse, I call Ella to see if she’s going to be around so that I can drop by. I need to spend some quality time with my bestie and two favorite little kiddies. They’ve got no plans, so that takes care of my day.
I pack my work clothes into my purse because I plan on staying at Ella’s the rest of the day, and I’ll leave for work from there. No point in driving all the way back here and then to work.
* * *
It’s now 3:15 a.m., exactly fifteen minutes after Pulse closed for the evening. Lately, it’s been pretty cool outside when I get off in the early morning hours, so I brought in some extra clothing to change into after my shift. After cleaning up, I head out back and change from my mini skirt, tank, and heels into a pair of hipster jeans, black flats, and my favorite pink hoodie.
Jack worked today, but he managed to take the time to call or text me throughout. I repeatedly tried to pry information from his tightly closed lips. Needless to say my attempts failed miserably, and I’m not any closer to knowing where he’s taking me on Sunday.
I exit out of the employee entrance, stopping on the steps to send Jack a short text letting him know I’m heading home. Because of the incident with Dag the night before, I look up and scan the dimly lit parking lot to make sure the coast is clear. Before I start making my way to my car, I unzip my purse and rest my hand on the pepper spray Jack gave me.
For some reason I’m feeling anxious at the thought of walking to my car by myself. Something feels off, but I don’t know what it is. I convince myself I’m just being paranoid and hastily make my way toward my car. Suddenly, a large hand yanks me back by my arm. Instinct takes over as I haul the pepper spray out of my purse, spin around, aim, and spray until the can’s empty.
“Fucking hell!” Juan’s screams echo through the parking lot. He drops to the pavement and rolls around wailing in agony.
“Oh shit!” I shriek, kneeling down by him.
“What the fuck is that shit?” he yells, rubbing at his reddened eyes.
“It’s pepper spray. Stop rubbing your eyes, it’ll only make it worse,” I inform. Fucking shit! I hope he doesn’t fire me over this. I can’t afford to lose this job.
I help Juan up as best I can because he probably has a hundred pounds on me. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, I help walk him back toward the club. I wince when I notice the skin on his face has broken out in an irritated rash and see the tears streaming down his cheeks. Once I get him through the door, I lead him toward the washroom.
“Juan, lean over the sink,” I instruct. I turn the cold water on and let it run for a minute in hopes that it’s really cold. Cupping my hand under the tap, I tell him to open his eyes so I can splash water in them to flush the chemical out. He doesn’t hesitate to follow my orders. After a couple of minutes, I turn the water off and hand Juan a clean towel to dry his face.
He leans against the sink and asks, “What the fuck was that about?”
“Fuck! I’m so sorry, Juan. Jack gave me a can of pepper spray because Dag attacked me a while ago, and he’s sort of been sniffing around me again. Please don’t fire me over this. I can’t lose this job,” I plead.
“I’m not going to fucking fire you, but Jesus Christ woman, look before you pull that kind of shit,” he says angrily, and I can’t really blame him.
“Why did you come after me in the parking lot?”
“You forgot your tip money. Thought I’d catch you before you left.” he says, his hand slipping into his pocket pulling out a white envelope.
“Shit! I’ll make it up to you I swear,” I tell him.
“Damn right you will,” he says, turning and looking into the mirror at his red swollen eyes and skin.
“Anything. You name it, consider it done,” I offer.
“Martine can’t make it in for her day shift tomorrow. I need you to cover for her,” he says turning back around to face me. Jeez, that’s not too much to ask for almost blinding the guy. Even though I’ll be pulling a double shift, it’s doable.
“I’ll be here bright-eyed and bushy-tailed,” I respond happily.
“Great, now how about I walk you out to your car so you don’t pepper spray another unsuspecting person?” he asks, his eyes still red and puffy.
“That’d be great. Thanks Juan.”
When I’m safely in my car, I notice that there are several messages from Jack wondering where I am and how come I’m not answering my phone. Damn it! I forgot I turned the ringer off. I immediately call his number, and he answers on the first ring.
“Please tell me you’re okay,” he sounds worried.
“I’m fine, Jack. Juan’s the one that’s not doing too good.” I proceed to tell him what happened in the parking lot, and his only reaction is to laugh.
“It’s not funny,” I snap.
“It’s fucking hilarious,” he returns, his laughter getting louder.
“Okay, maybe it’s a little funny,” I giggle out.
“Get your ass home now. I’m waiting outside,” he orders. My pussy clenches and dampens at the thought of having Jack spend the night in my bed.
“Uh-huh,” I mutter before disconnecting the call. I peel out of the parking lot anxious to get home.
About ten minutes later, I turn into my driveway and see him with his arms folded across his chest, leaning against his Harley. I have to clamp my legs together to ease the ache that’s been building since I spoke to him on the phone. What is it about this guy that affects me so much? I don’t know, but I dread for the day to come when he finds out what kind of fucked up mess I really am. That’s when he’ll leave me, and my heart will shatter. Until that day comes, I’m going to take advantage of spending as much time with him as possible.
I walk over toward him and stop when my feet come in contact with his. My eyes slowly trail down his body, and by the massive erection I can clearly see straining in his jeans, I’d say he’s just as horny as I am. The pulsing between my legs is almost unbearable.
He stands up straight and leans forward, his mouth claiming mine in a fiercely possessive kiss. I release a long groan as his mouth swallows the erotic sounds.
“Ti desidero,” he huskily says in Italian, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks. His right arm pulls me against his chest, while his left hand descends down my aroused body. He deftly unzips my jeans and dips his hand inside of my wet panties.
“Aaaaah. What’d you just say?” I barely manage to get out. The feeling of his fingers toying with my clit almost makes me come on the spot.
“I want you,” he breathes out against the base of my throat, then licks a hot trail back up to my tingling lips. His mouth latches on to mine again before I can form any sort of response. To my disappointment he removes his hand from between my thighs. Suddenly, both of his hands are on my outer thighs as he lifts me up his hard body, wrapping my legs around his waist. My arms snake around his shoulders at the same time his hands land on my ass, pushing me against his body. I can feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my pussy and, just like that, I come.
“Jack!” I scream, burying my face into his neck.
“I need to get inside you,” he grunts, walking us to the door, but it’s locked. “Keys?” he asks impatiently. I pull them out of my purse and hand them to him. He quickly unlocks the door making sure he wastes as little time as possible.
With my legs still locked securely around his waist, he shuts the door and walks us up the stairs, straight into my bedroom. Immediately after closing and locking my bedroom door, Jack gently throws me on my bed. My eyes are glued on him as he begins removing his clothes. One by one, each piece of clothing falls to the floor as he exposes his ripped chest, chiseled abdomen and finally, my personal favorite, his rock-hard cock.
If he’s buck-ass naked then I want to be, too. I hurriedly rip my clothes off my body, flinging them to the side, not caring wher
e they land. I lie on the bed fully exposed to his hooded eyes. Just fuck me already! I want to scream, but I don’t.
The bed dips when he kneels on the mattress and he slowly crawls up my body. His tongue leaves a hot, wet path in its wake, as he tastes my skin from the tip of my toes to my mouth. His hips land between my spread legs, but as soon as his torso presses my body into the mattress, the usual panicked feeling I get when being pinned down occurs. I twist my body until I’m out from under him.
Lying on my side, I feel him move up behind me. His arm hitches my leg behind the knee and brings it up to the side, opening me up perfectly for the beast. I hear the telltale sound of a condom package being opened. My breath hitches in anticipation, but nothing happens. I’m about to say something, when I feel the flutter of his breathing against my neck. His lips touch my ear, and he growls, “I’m going to make you come until you can’t breathe.”
Yes, please! Then he slams into me and makes good on his statement. Who knew that the lack of oxygen would feel so damn good?
Chapter 11
Dinner Chez De Luca
Sunday’s finally here, and Jack’s taking me out for dinner tonight, but don’t ask me where. He still hasn’t supplied me with any details other than to dress casually. Even though I’m dressed casual tonight, it still took me two hours to pick out an outfit. For some reason, everything I picked seemed wrong. I finally decided on wearing this cute, white summer dress I picked up at the mall last week, paired with my brown cowboy boots. I think I look pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. I hope Jack likes it.
At around six o’clock the doorbell rings, causing a flutter of butterflies to awaken in the bottom of my belly. God, the things this man does to me. Even just the thought of seeing him sends my lady parts into a tizzy. I grab my purse and fling open the door. Before me stands the best male specimen I have ever laid eyes on. Jack’s dressed to kill, and I’m a willing victim. He stands there looking sexy as hell decked out in jeans and a black long-sleeved button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up enough to expose his tattoos.
Jack lets out a low catcall.
“You certainly know how to make a man late for his reservation, babe,” Jack says.
“We’re not even close to being late, Jack,” I counter.
“Not yet,” he says seductively. With that, he swoops me into his arms and carries me toward my bedroom.
We’re half an hour late as I climb into his car. My cheeks are flushed, still riding the orgasmic high he so willingly delivered. It must’ve been some high because I completely zone out the entire drive to the restaurant until Jack starts turning into a private driveway. I snap back to reality and take in my surroundings.
“Jack, what’re we doing? Are we lost?” I question as I notice we’ve pulled up to a large colonial style home.
“Nope, just trust me,” he answers.
I should’ve paid more attention on the drive over. What part of town are we in? Why are we stopped at a house? Is this some type of fancy new restaurant? Something très chic that has yet to catch on? I have so many questions, and Jack doesn’t seem interested in explaining anything.
“You can be so frustrating sometimes!” I exclaim.
“Payton, I promised you an excellent meal, and trust me you’ll get one. Just go with it.” He smirks.
Jack rounds the car and opens my door for me, then carefully takes my hand in his. We walk in silence to the front door. Once there Jack opens it and we walk inside. I can hear chatter and laughter ringing down the hallway that the door opens into. Well, this is getting more and more mysterious by the second. That’s when I see a short, pleasant-looking woman come running (or maybe waddling is more accurate) down the corridor.
“Jack, my boy,” she says joyously, putting her hands on both sides of his face and giving him a peck on the lips. Then directing her attention to me, she asks, “Is this your Payton? She’s gorgeous!” With that, she yanks me into her arms and squeezes tighter than any bear hug I’ve ever received. Who is this lady? She seems delightful, but I have no clue how I should react. I kindly hug her back on a less extreme level.
“Payton, this is my Ma,” Jack drops the bomb. Holy shit!
We’re late for supper at his mother’s house because we had sex. Please tell me that we didn’t have sex right before coming to his mother’s place. The first time I meet his family is with a post-sex glow. I’m so not happy right now. What kind of first impression is that? I shoot Jack a glare. He’s lucky looks can’t kill because mine would have knocked him dead.
“Ma, this is mi bella, Payton,” he continues.
Obviously my look isn’t warning enough. We’re going to have a talk later; somewhere I won’t make an ass out of myself. That cocksucking motherfucker. No warning! How do you spring something like this on someone?
“So nice to meet you, Mrs. De Luca,” I say nervously.
“Call me Maria, sweetie,” she responds, giving me a sweet smile. “Now, come in, come in! Supper’s just waiting on you two!” she says teasingly. “Everyone’s here!”
Everyone’s here? What has Jack done? He is so dead.
We head down the hall, which is decked out in family photos. I’ll definitely have to check those out later. Hopefully, there’s some embarrassing childhood photos of Jack there. I need to take some form of payback. The hallway leads straight into the kitchen, which is any chef’s wet dream—soapstone countertops, stainless steel appliances, beautiful lighting fixtures—this is an amazing kitchen. Not that I’d use it often, but it’d be nice to look at. I can smell home cooking, but there’s no sign of it around. That is, until we hit the dining room. The large oak table must seat at least sixteen and is spread full of food. It looks exquisite! The smells combined with the look of real life food porn makes my stomach moan in anticipated pleasure.
“You don’t keep her fed!” Jack’s mother glares at him.
“I didn’t want to spoil her appetite,” Jack tries covering himself.
“SUPPER’S READY, COME MEET PAYTON!” his mother yells into the adjoining room.
What have I gotten myself into? Who am I going to be meeting? This is all new to me. I’ve never been brought home to meet the family before. What if they don’t like me? Well, I’m pretty sure that at least one person in there isn’t going to like me, and that’s Isabelle. I hear a group of people talking and laughing as they enter the dining room. I watch as two women, a man, and two little girls walk in the room. As they appear, I feel Jack’s arm glide around my back, his hand resting on my hip as he holds me against him. I look up and see him staring at his family with a wide grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye. This is something I didn’t expect. Clearly Jack’s a family man. Who knew?
I tear my eyes away from his handsome face and observe the group of people walking toward us. A curvy brunette, who looks to be around my age, and a younger version of Jack’s mother, head straight for us. Even though she’s obviously trying to emulate JWoww from Jersey Shore with her big hair, huge boobs, heavy make-up, and barely-there clothes, she’s actually quite beautiful. Jack’s hand drops from my hip, and he pulls her into an embrace, resting his chin on top of her head. “Hey pip-squeak, no boyfriend this time?” he mutters.
“No, you scared the last one off when you showed him your gun,” she says, laughing softly and poking him in the ribs.
“That prick wasn’t good enough for you, Sofie,” he clips out.
“Watch your mouth, Jack. Just because you’re a grown man doesn’t mean I won’t wash your mouth out with soap,” his mother scolds. “And don’t think that I don’t know you’re smoking again, young man!” Jack rolls his eyes and sighs.
Sofie giggles into Jack’s chest then turns to look at me. Her eyes are the same color green as Jack’s, and they sparkle with happiness. Taking a step closer to me she says, “Hey Payton, I’m Sofie, Jack’s baby sister. It’s awesome to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you, I feel like I know you already.” Wish I could say the same.
I didn’t know she existed until this very moment. She wraps her tiny little arms around me and squeezes tightly, but then pulls back and glares at her brother. “FYI Jack, your description doesn’t do her justice. She’s a freaking goddess!”
“Umm, thanks,” I say, unsure of how to respond to something like that. “Nice to meet you, Sofie,” I add. She releases me and that’s when I’m enclosed in another set of arms belonging to the other pretty brunette. This brunette’s almost the spitting image of Sofie, only few years older. She isn’t as endowed or dressed as provocatively. Instead, she’s wearing jeans and a cowl neck sweater. “Hi Payton, I’m Gia, the middle sister.
“Hi Gia.”
“I’m so glad to see that Jack finally brought you here to meet all of us. You’re all he’s talked about non-stop for the last few weeks,” she says, pulling back and grinning. “Heard about the little ‘shit fiasco’ at the restaurant. Too bad it never actually happened to Isabelle.” She then releases me and hugs Jack, and everyone bursts out laughing at her remark. Brushing it off, I watch them as they greet and tease each other like siblings often do.
“Uncle Jack!” the two blonde haired girls scream as they rush toward him. Jack lifts up the younger girl as she reaches him, hugging her, and blowing raspberries into her neck as she giggles. The older girl wraps her arms around her uncle’s waist and hugs him tightly.
“Girls, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Payton,” he says, introducing me. “Payton, these knockouts are my nieces, Rylee and Lily. Rylee just turned ten, and little Lily here is five years old,” he says proudly, looking at the two little girls like they’re the most precious things in the world. It makes my chest feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy.
“She’s pretty,” Lily whispers in her uncle’s ear.
“Very pretty,” Rylee adds, still hugging Jack, but looking at me.
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