Miriam considered her for a moment and gave her a firm nod. “Something tells me that you will, honey. And you can trust that we’ll be there for you.”
* * * *
“Cock-a-doodle-dooo!” George arrogantly crowed from across the street.
“Cock-a-doodle-dooooooooooo!” It was like the little bastard was stuck on repeat.
Charli groaned into Jack’s chest and stretched her body languidly against his.
“God, he’s an asshole,” Jack mumbled, his voice rough as his hand rubbed soothingly up and down her back.
Charli mumbled, “He really is. He does this every freaking morning and even sometimes in the afternoon.”
Jack laughed, shaking the bed. “It sounds like he’s on his regular perch, determined to be as loud and annoying as possible.”
He moved onto his side and put his hand on her bare stomach, enjoying the sight of his fingers splayed out on her smooth skin. His hand slid up tocup her right breast, massaging it lightly, and marveled at the way her body responded to his touch.
“He’s demanding to be fed, the brat. I don’t know why Dottie ever started taking care of his brood and didn’t let them forage for food like all the other damn chickens on this island. She just created little monsters.”
Charli grinned and turned toward him, facing Jack, a smile on her face that he felt in his gut. She threaded her fingers into his hair, making him purr at the sensation. He could lay here all day with her like this and be a happy man. If he had his way, that’s exactly what he would do.
“I think you created a monster last night. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get enough,” she murmured.
His hand slid down to cup her ass and pulled her into him, their legs tangling together. “You don’t have to worry about that.” He thrust his hips into hers, rubbing his hard cock on her belly. “Ever.”
Charli moaned as his lips covered hers, their tongues tangling leisurely. She gasped into his mouth as he squeezed her ass again and rolled her to her back, settling perfectly between her legs.
His spine tingled as he notched his cock into her slick cleft and pressed forward slowly. They groanedtogether as he began a firm, steady tormenting rhythm, pounding into her.
He propped up on his arms, staring down at the flush that moved from her chest to her neck. His hips continued their onslaught, twisting to reach her g-spot. Her slick walls tightened around him, pleasure shooting through his body, pushing him toward the edge. The pressure swiftly built, but he didn’t—couldn’t—stop.
“Ah fuck, Charli,” he panted over her, squeezing his eyes at the sensation, and trying desperately to hold on. “God, baby, you’re killing me.”
Charli reached down and grabbed his ass, grasping firmly and pressing him even deeper. She arched beneath him as she neared her peak and he dropped his head down to suck her tight nipple into his mouth. Charli shrieked as she clenched around his cock, her head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as she rode the wave.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Jack growled as he let go, pumping into her.
With a groan, he dropped down onto her, trying to catch his breath. Charli clutched at him as if she never wanted to let him go—he smiled at that thought. She had no idea...he wasn’t about to let her go.
He kissed her neck softly and she moaned beneath him, writhing against his body. He braced himself onhis forearms and stared down at her, smiling at the utterly content look on her face. He rubbed his lips on hers and murmured, “Now that’s how to wake up in the morning. So much better than George’s tantrums.”
Charli wriggled beneath him. “I agree with that one hundred percent, but I really need to pee now.”
Jack chuckled and rolled to the side, freeing her from his grasp. He grinned at the sight of her bare ass as she jumped off the bed and raced to the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
He stood and walked to the balcony doors, peering out to see if anyone was about in the street. It was still early yet, but you never really knew on this island. He tiptoed a few steps closer and peeked over the balcony banister. Sure enough—George was perched on the compound wall, balefully glaring up at him with one judgmental eye. The rooster ruffled his feathers and squawked in outrage at having to wait for his breakfast.
Jack snorted and sent the bird a mental middle finger. He stepped back into the room and closed the balcony doors behind him.
He grinned as Charli walked out of the bathroom, a bashful smile on her face belying her smooth confident stride.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered as she leaned up to give him a kiss.
Her hands caressed his ribs. “You’re the beautiful one,” she whispered into his mouth, giving him another licking kiss.
Jack groaned and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in. “You keep that up and we won’t be leaving this room today.”
Charli giggled and looped an arm around his neck. “Would that be so bad?” she teased.
