Unwrapped Bundle with You Don't Know Jack & Bad Boys in Kilts

by Erin McCarthy

  And when he thought they might both break, he abandoned his finger and went in with his mouth. The taste of her exploded over his tongue, the warmth of her thighs surrounded him, and he closed his eyes in pleasure, held her ass tight when she bucked and thrashed.

  “Jack! Oh, my, good gracious.”

  Lifting his tongue up and down in slow movements, Jack savored the way Jamie felt, the way she opened for him, trusted him. Glancing to his right, he watched them in the mirror, his head buried between her thighs, Jamie’s back arching, her cheeks flushed with passion.

  It was the sexiest, most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

  Focusing forward, he picked up the pace, gave a little suck on her clitoris, and held her tight when she broke in an explosive climax.

  She moaned, she pinched his shoulders, she jerked backward, but Jack held on and drew out her pleasure even after she started pushing him away.

  It was amazing. She was amazing. And for the first time, he felt as though he understood. That when you love a woman, your pleasure builds from hers.

  Jack pulled back and wiped his mouth. He glanced up at Jamie as she shook her head and blinked. She looked dazed and delirious with pleasure.

  Just right.

  “Now we can go to the bedroom,” he said.

  “Oh, mercy,” was her response.

  Jamie tumbled down onto the bed, body flushed with pleasure, inner thighs still tingling. The all white bed appealed to her in its crispness, its stark contrast against the dark paneled walls.

  “It looks like a ship cabin in here,” she murmured, pulling a stray hair off her lip as she settled her head on a fluffy down pillow, using a second one to cover her naked body.

  Jack was stripping his pants off in front of her, his erection springing up. “Ahoy, matey,” he said, making her laugh.

  He could look so serious when he said things like that—he was deadpan, subtle, where she was always so obvious. She liked that about him.

  She loved him. So, so much.

  “Come to bed, Jack.”

  “In a sec.” He leaned over the chair, giving her a good shot of tight buns. He stood back up, a condom wrapper in his hand. “Do that again.”

  “What?”

  “That look.” His voice thickened. “The one that says, Get over here because I want you and love you.”

  “That one’s easy to do.” Her heart was thudding, her nipples hardening as new desire sprang to life. For the first time ever in her life, Jamie felt sultry. Powerful in her sexuality. “But I don’t want you to get tired of it.”

  “Never.” Jack met her gaze with a hot, hungry one. “Tell me again how you feel about me.”

  Jamie swallowed back the thick arousal that crowded her mouth, made her tongue swollen. She dragged the pillow off of her body and dropped it to the side. Licking her lips, chest rising and falling rapidly, she dragged in a breath. She was turned on and shocked at herself, but she felt confident. “I love you, Jack.”

  It was so easy to say that, to mean it.

  “I love you, too. God, I can’t believe how much.”

  Hands on the bed, he slid over her, covering her with his hard, warm body. “You feel good.”

  Jamie sighed, content from her orgasm, from being with Jack like this. “The wedding was very lovely.”

  “Mm-hmm.” He nuzzled in her neck, rubbing his lips over her flesh.

  “Caroline seemed so happy.” Jamie wrapped her arms around his back, caressing him down toward his waist. His skin was hot, hard, his muscles tightening and relaxing as he moved over her, suckling her breasts. Jack was built, more than she would have expected for his lean frame, but he sported well-defined muscles that rippled when he moved. And it pleased her as she lay there stroking him.

  “Yep.”

  “You looked very handsome in your tux.” Jamie crossed her feet at her ankles, feeling warm and cozy and only a minute or two from falling asleep.

  Jack bit her nipple.

  “Ouch! Dang, that hurts.” It did, but it also was arousing. Sleep thoughts fled as Jack reached down and grabbed her ankle.

  He uncrossed it. Spread her. “Don’t close your legs to me.”

  Liquid heat pooled between her thighs as cool air swept over her warm skin. He was giving her that intense look again—that teasing, yet I really mean it kind of look. It was dark and a little dangerous, his hand still on her ankle.

  “I’m always open to you,” she told him. “Unless you give me reason to close myself off.”

  This was her leaping off into trust, and he had to meet her there, or she wasn’t sure she could take the risk.

  “I promise to not screw this up.” He stroked her ankle, up the back of her calf. “Thank you, Jamie. For everything. For you.”

  His lips followed his fingers, tracing the outline of her daisy-chain tattoo, then continued in a sensual climb from ankle, to calf, to the back of her knee and beyond. To the tight trembling flesh of her thighs, and the creamy wet center of her body. She shouldn’t let him pleasure her again, she shouldn’t be so selfish and take another orgasm before he’d had his first, but he was so talented, the way he stroked and plucked at her.

  It was like drinking too much wine. Her head swam, her voice was too loud, and her body moved with a languid lurching as she lay there, thoughts scattered. Fingers clutching the pillow she had abandoned earlier, Jamie cried out when the hard thickness of his tongue pushed into her.

  “No.” She tried to wiggle away, desperately turned on, wanting more than his tongue.

  “No?” He looked at her, then gave a flick of his tongue just to torture her. “You don’t like it?”

  “I like it too much.” She pulled back her hips, tried to slide up the bed away from him. She knew those prickling pulsing sensations vibrating around her inner thighs. One more lick and she was going to explode.

  “Ah. So you want cock instead, is that it?”

  Jamie flushed. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. She wasn’t a prude, she wasn’t inexperienced, but she wasn’t used to Jack’s aggression either. Jamie had always dated men who were solicitous and nonconfrontational. They weren’t into discussing what they were doing; they just quietly went about their business, efficiently getting things where they needed to go.

  Men who thought she was sweet and a bit dull. Men who loved her and left her, because she would never be exciting. Never be anything more than maternal.

  “I can be gentle. I can be loving, Jamie.” He covered her with his body, heavy and hard.

  With one hand, he spread her folds apart, stroked her with the tip of his erection. She moaned, her legs jerking in reflex as her clitoris spasmed in pleasure.

  “But it will always be raw with me. That’s something I can’t help. Because to me you’re Venus, a total goddess.” And he shoved inside her.

  Oh, dang it. Jamie tensed everywhere, holding on to him, feeling that deep, intense rush of ecstasy as he filled her. He stroked in her, then again, with delicious thoroughness, before pulling completely out.

  “Just a little tease,” he murmured when she cried out in disappointment.

  He kissed her with biting little sucks on her bottom lip, with a hot plunging tongue, with wet urgent presses that had her scrambling to keep up, squirming on the bed. She wiggled her hips, trying to get closer to him, trying to coax him back inside, knowing she was going to die from desperation if he didn’t get back in there and finish what he’d started.

  But Jack leaned more heavily on her, pinning her beneath him so she couldn’t move. Couldn’t wiggle, couldn’t thrust her hips, couldn’t reach her hand down and stroke his erection, maneuver it into her. “I’m not allowed to move?”

  “I was just afraid you might flip yourself off the bed.” He sucked her neck, pulling her skin out just a smidge, his face arranged in what could only be called a smirk.

  “You’re so considerate.” Jamie tried to move her hips again, bouncing the mattress a little. “But I think I’ll be okay. If I
start to fall, I’ll just grab on to you.”

  “I would catch you.” He eased up on her, bent over to kiss each of her nipples softly.

  “I know.” Jamie scooted down, found him with her fingers and stroked. He needed to know he wasn’t always going to lead the charge. Before he could protest or do more than bite off a curse, she aligned her hips and thrust, pushing him inside her. Her hand, still wrapped around the length of him, kept him from filling her all the way, but it was still more than nothing. It was damn good, and she closed her eyes briefly, her body throbbing and aching.

  She didn’t think he would pull away, and she was right. He took over the pace, pushing in and out, her gripping hand sliding along the slick, thick length of him.

  “Oh, yes, Jamie, shit, that’s good.”

  It was. It was arousing to feel that impact, that wet hardness as it shoved into her, the way her body moistened, opened up for him. She moaned in soft, frantic little jerks, careening toward an orgasm quickly.

  When she yanked her hand back suddenly and he slammed into her full force, his pelvis rocking hers, she came with a scream, tearing at the bedsheets. “Oh, oh, oh,” she said because no other words would form as she shuddered and jerked and dripped with pleasure.

  “I do love you,” he said. Then exploded inside her, fierce and silent, jaw clenched, brow furrowed, muscles straining, cheeks sucked in.

  “Yes.” There was a world of meaning in that one word, and she hoped he understood. That yes, she knew he loved her. Yes, she loved him, too. Yes, he was The One, the one and only man for her.

  Ever.

  Yes, to the future, and yes to everything.

  Jack knew he wasn’t dreaming. Never could he have imagined anything this fucking hot.

  Jamie sucking him in her mouth, making little slurping sounds.

  After catching a power nap, and scarfing down half the food in the minibar, he had woken Jamie up, offered her champagne.

  She had taken two sips, licked her pink lips, then set the glass down and gone between his legs.

  Where she was driving him crazy.

  A steely hold on his thighs, she rocked him forward, into her mouth, over and over, while he dug into her hair and tried not to embarrass himself by whimpering. He did moan though, as he buried himself in that hot hole, eyes half closed as he strained on his knees.

  Then she slid down onto her stomach, while still sucking him, her knees going out, feet together. He thought she was getting more comfortable, altering the angle of her neck to take him deeper, which she did. Jack gripped her head harder, knuckles white.

  But then her breathing got erratic, her movements jerky, and he suddenly realized that his thrusts were pressing her breasts and clitoris down into the mattress in teasing little brushes. Whether she had known that would happen or not, she clearly liked the end result. She was doing that excited little squirm she had. The floral tattoo around her ankle jerked, blurring in his line of vision, as she wiggled around on the bed.

  Which turned him on even more.

  He pumped harder, while she pulled him toward her. Her lips were shiny, spread around his cock, and her curls fell forward over her cheeks, nose. It was overwhelming, what he felt for her. It was intense, consuming, amazing, and he had to have her, all of her.

  Had to let her know he knew what she was saying with her actions. That she was comfortable showing all of herself to him, that she trusted him. And he had immense gratitude for what she was offering him.

  Leaning forward, he ran a shaky hand over the smoothness of her ass, dipping down between her cheeks. She jerked slightly, then her knees spread just a little bit farther in invitation. Jack knew he was pressing her face into his gut, but he didn’t care. He wanted to give her some of the ecstasy he was feeling.

  So he dipped his middle finger deep down inside her, stretching her sideways before pulling back, trailing her moisture up and over her backside, as goose bumps rose on her flesh.

  “I want to be inside you but I don’t want you to stop doing this.”

  “We have all night,” she said, pulling back off him with a smacking pop. “We can do both.”

  “You like that position, don’t you?” He bumped his cock against her lips. “The sheets are tickling your nipples and clit, aren’t they?”

  “Yes.” Voice sultry and low, she licked at the tip of his erection. “I could probably come like this, with your finger.”

  “Oh, really?” The very idea intrigued him. That she could have an orgasm while he was coming in her mouth, it fed his fantasies.

  The maneuver was a little awkward for both of them, but it was worth it when she made a mewling, whimpering sound as he buried his finger in her. Buried himself in her mouth, cutting off her groan.

  He stroked and she licked and they both lost it, climaxing together, blending their pleasure until Jack wasn’t sure where he stopped and she started.

  Chapter 21

  Jack had to shake his head as he and Jamie left the diner with Pops and Austin. He wasn’t sure how he’d wound up with a cranky old man and a crankier fourteen-year-old kid on his hands, but it occurred to him that somehow they had all become a package deal.

  If Jamie was going to marry him, which he sincerely hoped, she was going to get stuck with these yahoos, too. Especially since he was in the process of officially making himself Austin’s foster parent.

  “That lunch sucked,” Austin complained. “If you’re going to take me out for lunch, you should take me someplace good.” The wheels of his skateboard squeaked as he rolled up ahead of them.

  “I was thinking the same thing, kid,” Pops said. “Here I get sprung from the nursing home and I get some weenie piece of fish slapped in front of me.”

  Jack pushed Pops’s wheelchair and rolled his eyes. “Next time I’ll leave both of you in lockup, and I’ll go to lunch without you. Find myself some better company.” Not that he really minded their complaining. It seemed nice and normal to be this way, walking home from a lunch that he had to admit was definitely lacking in taste. “Take Jamie off by myself.”

  “Jamie wouldn’t do that, would you?” Pops glanced at them over his shoulder. “She has respect for her elders, unlike you.”

  Jamie laughed. “I would never abandon you, Will.”

  “See?”

  Jack kissed Jamie’s temple and whispered in her ear. “We can outrun these two, you know. Just say the word and we’ll cross the street and lose them in the park.”

  She hooked her arm through his and smiled. Beamed, actually. He was hoping it was love and afterglow from the night before. And it would never rub off. He loved seeing that smile directed at him.

  “Austin’s faster than me,” she told him.

  “Hey, Austin, go grab me a coffee, will ya? There’s a deli right on the left.” He handed him a five when Austin shrugged in bored acquiescence.

  “You’re crazy to give that kid money. He might not come back,” Pops said.

  “You know, you’ve got to have trust. If he takes off, so what? But if he doesn’t, well, that’s a good thing.” He should have trusted Jamie in the beginning. Should have given her more reason to trust him.

  “You’re a good man, Jack-o. But that lunch did suck.”

  Jack laughed. They were almost to the deli when he suddenly saw him, Jim Peters, Jamie’s father, standing across the street in front of his building. Jamie made a soft sound next to him.

  She was wearing an orange-colored tank top and a white floral skirt that fell above her knees, and when he glanced over at her, he saw her face was the same color as her shirt, her freckles stark and vivid on her pale skin. It struck him again how beautiful she was. How much he loved her.

  “Sweetheart…I didn’t know he’d be here. Do you want me to talk to him?”

  Jamie shook her head. “It’s fine. I want to speak to him myself.” She stepped in front of the deli store right as Austin came rolling out, a coffee in one hand, a big cookie in the other.

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  Too late. Austin slammed into Jamie, who tripped over Pops’s wheelchair. Jack grabbed her arm to steady her and flinched when coffee hit him in the chest. When the commotion died down, he saw they were all covered in coffee splatters except for Austin.

  “Shit. Sorry.” Austin took a bite of the cookie and stepped back a full foot, like he was thinking of bolting.

  Jamie blinked, a big brown wet spot on her breasts. Jack patted his pockets as if napkins were suddenly going to materialize. Pops wiped drippage off his cheek.

  Then she started laughing. Jack brushed at his own wet T-shirt and grinned in relief, glad to see Jamie was still Jamie. She didn’t sweat the small stuff.

  “It’s okay, Austin,” she said. “Accidents happen.” Her gaze was already floating across the street to her father.

  Jim had spotted them. When Jamie waved to him, he paused a minute, then raised his hand back.

  They all stood around, covered in coffee, waiting expectantly as Jim crossed the street.

  It occurred to Jack that maybe the rest of them should leave. But Jamie was gripping his hand and not easing up as Jim stopped in front of them, hands in his pockets.

  “Hi,” he said. “Do you know who I am?”

  Jamie nodded.

  Jim nodded, his eyes panicked and raw, as he looked away.

  Jack stood helpless, wishing he could do this for Jamie.

  But he didn’t need to.

  She stood tall and proud, compassion in her eyes, and said, “I forgive you, Dad. And I love you.”

  Jack was so damn proud of her and so scared for her heart, he realized he was holding his breath.

  “Well, say something,” Pops told Jim after a long second had dragged out. “Girl tells you she loves you, you don’t just stand there gawking at her.”

  Her father swiped at his eyes, blinking hard. “Jesus. I love you, too, Jamie Lynn. I always have. Every damn day I’ve been without you. God, I can’t believe this. I didn’t cry when they sent me to prison and here I am crying in the middle of Hudson Street.”

  “Dude, don’t worry about it,” Austin said.