His eyes caught mine as he slid through my wetness, raising his eyebrows to make certain I was okay with it. I swallowed with a nod right before Jack removed himself from my body and flipped me over with ease. A gasp left my throat as I found myself lying on my stomach with Jack’s hand reaching between my legs. I wouldn’t have been more ready if I had jumped into an ocean,my God.The way his other hand grasped my hip could have left bruises, and I couldn’t have cared less. He leaned down to bring his lips to the back of my neck and nipped, his tongue following to soothe the skin.
“Are you okay?” Jack’s rough, raspy voice seeped into my ear and sent a series of tingles down my spine, causing him to grip me even harder. The German accent he let out fully embellished his sexiness. “‘Cause I want to fuck you from the back.”
I dug my head deep into the mattress and moaned louder than I meant to. I couldn’t help it. The man turned me feral. “Please,” I begged.
He slid his hands under my hips, lifted me on my knees, and slid his cock over the place that craved him the most. “That what you want, baby? You need me right here?”
God, he knew exactly what worked with me. Ever since we were sixteen, hooking up in the back of his truck for the first time, he spent every bit of his energy learning and memorizing everything I liked. It was one of my favorite things about him, even outside the bedroom. “Yes.Please.”
In one abrupt motion, he slid inside of me. My entire body tensed at his movement, and my legs could barely keep me up.
“Fuck, Mags. You’re so goddamn tight,” Jack groaned. Contrary to his first thrust, the following few were agonizingly slow, the anticipation of when the next one would hit driving me wild. His hands stayed tight on my hips—maybe to hold himself upright too, because the pace we were going left no room for balance. Fingers clutching the sheets that shifted the slightest bit with his movements, legs clenching together at the near-pain from not getting enough of him, I let out a cry.
“I can’t take it, Jack.” My breathing was out of control. The buildup in my core heated like a chemical fire. I swore I would die if he didn’t comply with what my body needed. “Please go faster.”
“You want more, baby?” His husky voice nearly did me in, sounding so low and gravelly. My answering whimper caused him to change his rhythm completely. The taut rope between us snapped as he let all hell break loose like wild horses. His thrusts sped up, and he pounded into me like I was a one-night stand he would never see again.
The lewd sound of his hips slapping against mine filled the room, and his balls hitting just below where he fucked mebrought me to a new level of pleasure I’d never known. The rough hands holding my hips slid further beneath my body to grip my bump. He didn’t add too much pressure—no doubt worried about hurting the mini-us inside of me—and thrustedhard.
“I’m gonna fuck you like this forever, baby. When I put a ring on your finger. When you’ve healed from having our baby. For-fucking-ever,” Jack grunted. He was as desperate for release as I was, covering my back with his chest, tucking his chin between my neck and shoulder, and letting his mouth hover over my left ear. A shattering wave of pleasure washed over me.
No one made me feel the way Jack Hennicke did.
His heavy breathing shoved me to the edge. His words unraveled me. His cock drove into me like he owned me. It was euphoric and torturous all at once.
Balancing on one elbow to keep my body slightly upright, I reached back with my other arm to grasp his hair and pull him to my face. My fingers slid into the hair just above his ear. Feeling him this close to me was torment to my body, but it fed my soul. I wanted him closer. I wanted him far away so I could scream his name without deafening him. I wanted him faster. I wanted him slower. I needed himnow.
“Kiss me,” my rough, perfect husband whispered when his face was inches from mine.
I inhaled just before we connected. Like they were their own force, his lips pried mine apart, causing a throaty moan to spill into his mouth. His hand removed a piece of my hair from between us as he pushed our bodies impossibly closer, teetering toward the edge of our unraveling.
When we finally reached it, we reached it together. My breath caught in my throat, and my eyes clenched shut. The entire world was falling, falling, falling, until there was nowhere left to go. Jack held me against him as my body moved back andforth, shaking like a wilted leaf. He clutched my hair with one hand and splayed the other across my lower back. I could barely muster the energy to turn to see him come, but my curiosity forced my head to whip around and catch a glimpse.
Andmy God, was Jack a sight to see when he came. His head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, as he grasped me like I was the only thing keeping him grounded to the earth. The massive expanse of his chest heaved. His olive skin glowed with a sheen of perspiration. His hair was ruffled and messy, partially stuck to his forehead. Words couldn’t describe how incredible this man looked after fucking me into oblivion.
I swore my name was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.
***
“Morning.” An agitated, hungover voice I knew all too well—and that welcomed me more mornings than not—greeted me in the kitchen as I padded down the stairs behind Jack. Facing my dad after last night should have felt scarier than it did, but I still shook with nerves at the thought of speaking to him. Jack insisted on staying glued to my side whenever my dad was around, and I found it hard to object.
To my surprise, Dad stood at the stove cooking sausage and eggs. No…bacon? His usual meal of choice was the first thing I expected him to make as an apology breakfast. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d done it, so the choice of proteins threw me off. Grease crackling in the pan pulled my dad’s attention away from Jack and me as he shuffled the food around and turned down the heat. A pot of coffee steamed on the counter, along with a basket of rolls. Not that it forgave half of what he did the previous night, but his effort displayed that he must have felt terrible about everything.
“What’s all this?” Jack was suspicious. He wouldn’t forgive my father nearly as fast as I would. I forgave a lot throughout our relationship, but Jack wasn’t that type of person. He held higher standards for me than I did.
Maybe it was time I started taking notes.
His arm reached for mine as we descended the remaining steps.
“Thought I’d make breakfast. It’s the least I can do after making a mess of your floor last night.” Dad wouldn’t make eye contact with either of us, but he gestured to the floor, now clean of whiskey and broken glass. The memory of the night before made me shudder. It was hard enough seeing my dad disappointedwithouta large amount of alcohol in his system, but the way he acted when Jack and I returned from the barn was unacceptable. “You two hungry?”
“Nope. We’ve got to feed the horses. Come on, Mags.” Jack tugged on my arm to lead me outside.
“Wait,” I resisted. Obviously, breakfast wouldn’t make up for what happened, but he was trying. We at least owed him a chance. “I’m kind of hungry, and the horses can wait a few minutes.”
Jack gave me a look. Just as I predicted, he had no interest in my father’s efforts. But how could I blame him? The evidence of my father’s rage was right there on his left cheekbone. I raised my eyebrows and gave him a pleading look after making sure my dad’s attention was back on the food. After a moment of hesitation—and the desire to get the hell out of there—Jack nodded reluctantly and led us to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair for me. “Orange juice?”
“Yes, please.” He kissed the top of my head and headed for the refrigerator for my juice. I watched my dad’s bothered expression as his eyes followed Jack.
