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Authors: Natasha Boyd, Kate Roth
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do it again, and again, in a thousand different ways. I love you. I do fight for you. Everyday that I don’t let malicious gossip slip through my trust in you. My belief in you. In us. Everyday that I live this life with you and let myself believe you picked this normal, boring small-town girl instead of a thousand willing beauty queens—” My voice caught, and I stood up, mad that I’d let his drunken ramblings upset me. I should have just let him sleep it off. But he is telling you his truth without any inhibitions. This is what has been on his mind. My inner voice was a real pain in the ass.
His hand reached out and grabbed mine again, and he used it to half pull himself up to sitting, swinging his legs off the bed. His upper body swayed a moment, and then he brought his forehead down to rest low on my waist, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me to stand between his thighs. “Jesus, baby. I’m sorry. I drank too much.” He exhaled, his breath hot against my belly. “I could stand in front of a thousand women who people tell me are the most beautiful, the most sexy, and you are still the most stunning woman in the world. You’re the only woman in the world. The only girl I see.” His face tilted up toward me. “Who I will ever see.”
I sank my hands into his hair, holding his head. “You’re the only one I see too.”
His face eased against my abdomen, his cheek nudging my top until I felt his stubble against my stomach. His warm mouth followed, sending shivers over my skin in the chilled room. “And though you’re far from boring… or normal,” he added with a slight slur and a chuckle, “the description—normal boring small-town girl is the description of my dream girl. Then you add this soft skin…” His mouth moved over my belly and his hand closed in a firm grip on one of my pajama-bottom-clad butt cheeks. “And this incredible ass…”
“Jack!” I squeaked, conscious of our conversation carrying.
He looked up. His eyes weren’t quite focused. “And that freaking unbelievably beautiful face. Those eyes that tell me so much with no words. Those sexy freckles…”
“I don’t have freckles.”
“Faint, sure. But you do, across your nose and upper cheeks.”
I pursed my lips.
Jack didn’t finish his train of thought but rested his forehead on my belly again, and his hands tightened on my pajama pants at the side of my hips and pulled down gently.
“What are you doing, Jack?” I whispered and went to still his hands.
“Let go, Keri Ann.”
Something in his voice and his breathing made me comply, and I stood still as his hands pushed my pajama pants down my thighs, and then, after a sharp inhale by Jack as he took in my lack of underwear, down to the floor.
The cool air of the room prickled at the skin on my legs. “Step out of them.”
I hesitated less than a second, and then toed my shoes off to the sound of a light chuckle from Jack. The return trip of his warm hands up my newly bared skin was hot and branding.
My breathing stuttered. “J-Jack.”
“Shh,” he breathed, his mouth moving in hot kisses down my belly. “I want to taste you.”
Oh. Holy shit.
My legs wobbled as my knees tried to hold the weight of heavy pulsing lust that had just broken the dam of pent-up longing I’d been so carefully handling. My hands shook, and I slid them into his hair.
“God, I love that sound you make.”
“What sound?”
I made a sound?
Jack’s warm, rough hand made contact with my inner thigh and immediately glided upwards. “Open your legs wider.”
I bit down on a whimper gasp thing. His buzzed state was certainly making him wordy. Bossy. Not that he wasn’t usually.
“ That sound,” he said on a soft chuckle. His eyes were glassy but now focused.
God, I was already making noise, and he hadn’t done anything yet. We really should stop. We had the whole day tomorrow. Besides, after the amount Jack had probably had to drink. “Jack, I’m not sure you’re
His hand reached out and grabbed mine again, and he used it to half pull himself up to sitting, swinging his legs off the bed. His upper body swayed a moment, and then he brought his forehead down to rest low on my waist, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me to stand between his thighs. “Jesus, baby. I’m sorry. I drank too much.” He exhaled, his breath hot against my belly. “I could stand in front of a thousand women who people tell me are the most beautiful, the most sexy, and you are still the most stunning woman in the world. You’re the only woman in the world. The only girl I see.” His face tilted up toward me. “Who I will ever see.”
I sank my hands into his hair, holding his head. “You’re the only one I see too.”
His face eased against my abdomen, his cheek nudging my top until I felt his stubble against my stomach. His warm mouth followed, sending shivers over my skin in the chilled room. “And though you’re far from boring… or normal,” he added with a slight slur and a chuckle, “the description—normal boring small-town girl is the description of my dream girl. Then you add this soft skin…” His mouth moved over my belly and his hand closed in a firm grip on one of my pajama-bottom-clad butt cheeks. “And this incredible ass…”
“Jack!” I squeaked, conscious of our conversation carrying.
He looked up. His eyes weren’t quite focused. “And that freaking unbelievably beautiful face. Those eyes that tell me so much with no words. Those sexy freckles…”
“I don’t have freckles.”
“Faint, sure. But you do, across your nose and upper cheeks.”
I pursed my lips.
Jack didn’t finish his train of thought but rested his forehead on my belly again, and his hands tightened on my pajama pants at the side of my hips and pulled down gently.
“What are you doing, Jack?” I whispered and went to still his hands.
“Let go, Keri Ann.”
Something in his voice and his breathing made me comply, and I stood still as his hands pushed my pajama pants down my thighs, and then, after a sharp inhale by Jack as he took in my lack of underwear, down to the floor.
The cool air of the room prickled at the skin on my legs. “Step out of them.”
I hesitated less than a second, and then toed my shoes off to the sound of a light chuckle from Jack. The return trip of his warm hands up my newly bared skin was hot and branding.
My breathing stuttered. “J-Jack.”
“Shh,” he breathed, his mouth moving in hot kisses down my belly. “I want to taste you.”
Oh. Holy shit.
My legs wobbled as my knees tried to hold the weight of heavy pulsing lust that had just broken the dam of pent-up longing I’d been so carefully handling. My hands shook, and I slid them into his hair.
“God, I love that sound you make.”
“What sound?”
I made a sound?
Jack’s warm, rough hand made contact with my inner thigh and immediately glided upwards. “Open your legs wider.”
I bit down on a whimper gasp thing. His buzzed state was certainly making him wordy. Bossy. Not that he wasn’t usually.
“ That sound,” he said on a soft chuckle. His eyes were glassy but now focused.
God, I was already making noise, and he hadn’t done anything yet. We really should stop. We had the whole day tomorrow. Besides, after the amount Jack had probably had to drink. “Jack, I’m not sure you’re
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