Life in a Rut, Love not Included (Love Not Included series Book 1) (18 page)

After ravishing my mouth, Jack lifts his head and again looks at me. “It is simply impossible to get enough of you.”

Then he lowers his mouth to my neck and makes a trail of burning kisses down my collarbone and my breasts. My back arches at the feel of his hot breath on my skin. At this rate we are not even going to have to do the deed for me to explode.

Like a treasure map, he follows a trail of want down my stomach to my navel. Taking a little bite on my lower stomach, he leans up to unfasten my skirt. I lift up my hips to help him as he eases off my skirt, taking my panties with it.

He stops his feast of my skin for a moment and stares at my body. I see his green eyes disappear and black orbs forming in wild hunger. “Now this is the dessert I have been waiting for,” he mutters, then dips his mouth onto my goods.

Holy Hottie McTongue God.

My hips buckle instantly. His mouth on me,
there,
is the most exotic thing I have ever felt. His tongue thrashing is driving me to the brink of complete insanity. Just when I think I am going to black out from pure pleasure, he again abruptly pulls away.

I open my eyes. Jack moves upward and is now leaning above me. At some point he took off his pants and is now completely naked. He adjusts his body so he is fully on top of me. Using his knee, he spreads open my legs. He doesn’t meet any resistance since I gladly open up nice and wide.

With a hint of desire in his smile, he presses down and enters.

The fullness of him is so intense, we both growl instantly. And I mean
growl.
The feeling of him inside me is unimaginable. The fullness and his movements are making me insane with need. I wrap my legs around him to close any space that is left between us and follow with every thrust. Jack’s hands skim up the side of my body to land on my breast. He cups my breast in his hand and squeezes. The sensation rips through me like a thunderstorm. I pick up both arms and thread my fingers into his hair. He moans in my mouth and picks up speed with his movements. I can tell we are both on the brink of exploding. Our hearts are beating so hard against each other’s chests.

Right before the last thrust, I buckle my hips and scream Jack’s name into his mouth. I throw my head back and see stars while riding out my climax. Jack rumbles my name while he presses into me once more, then goes down his own pleasurable path of ecstasy.

Jack, now on his back, is breathing heavily. I, on the other hand, am not sure if I am even alive. I think I am breathing but this all has to be a dream. There is no way something that incredible just happened to me, awake. I pinch myself. “Ouch,” I say in a struggled whisper.

“You OK over there?” he asks, his voice sounding just as strained as mine.

“Oh yeah, just great. I needed to pinch myself to make sure that just happened and I wasn’t dreaming.”

Jack chuckles and turns on his side. He places his arm on my stomach and adjusts his hand to cup my boob.

Oh yeah. He’s real. I feel that.

“You know, I should have wrote ‘seeing stars’ on my list of things I wanted to accomplish. I would have been able to scratch one more goal off my list.”

Jack laughs again. Then he jumps up and throws his body over mine. He leans in and presses a tender kiss to my lips. He works his magic and I open my mouth so our tongues connect. Not wasting a second, he starts to get my body aching all over again. I wrap my limp arms around his neck and hold on.

Not breaking the kiss, he takes one of my hands and brings it down so it is resting on my stomach. Using his hand as a guide, he takes my fingers and begins rubbing circles on my lower abdomen. I start to ache all over at this gesture. He slowly moves lower into my private area and guides my fingers to my golden spot. I cannot say that I have ever been this intimate with someone in my life. I would have thought this action would have embarrassed me but it’s turning me on even more. He takes my finger and makes a circling motion on my hot spot and I can’t help but press my hips into both our hands. I hear myself moan just before he guides my finger inside.

Taking his time, he inserts one of my fingers as well as his own. He slowly pulls out, and then repeats this welcoming assault on my body. I am again at my peak of desire, when he pulls out completely.

I look down at his face, his expression pleased.

“What are you doing?” I ask in frustration.

“Marking off another item on your list,” he responds eagerly.

“And which one is that?”

“Finding yourself,” he says in a rugged whisper, and plunges our fingers back home.

I come instantly.

I
WAKE UP JUST
as fast as I fell asleep. Jack did a serious number on me last night. I am pretty sure I passed out while pulling off of him. Two full nights of sexual exercise has been tiring. I know he isn’t in the bed with me because I don’t feel the heat from his body radiating off of me. I am lying on my stomach, spread out, and begin to smile in his pillow. I can smell his scent. Like fresh rain and men’s cologne, it’s just sexy.

I start to think about all the great things that have happened in the last couple of weeks. Who would have thought that my life would have turned around so fast? All because of Jack. He has been giving me my life back bit by bit. I can also not deny the fuzzy feeling I get in my stomach whenever I think of him. And his strong hands. His beautiful words when he speaks to me. The way he looks at me with deep want and longing. I know there is one thing that is slowly being crossed off my list. And whether he feels it or not, I am definitely starting to remember what it feels like to fall in love again.

E
AGER TO SLEEP THE
day away, but more curious about where Jack is, I set out to find him. I pick up one of his shirts he has left on the bed, assuming for me, and head towards the kitchen. I smell the coffee before I make it into the kitchen and groan. My second love.

I walk into the kitchen, barefoot and swimming in Jack’s shirt. Jack isn’t in the kitchen but I can hear his distant voice coming from the back office. I go to the cabinets and open a couple before I spot his stash of mugs.

While pouring a hefty cup, I spot the powdered creamer and sugar. Caffeine concoction complete, I venture towards Jack’s office.

I step through the door to see Jack’s back facing me, while he’s leaning over his workbench. Hearing my entrance, he turns around and looks my way. The smile that grows on his face is enough to make my knees shake. He holds his finger up to signal me to wait, while he finishes me his phone.

“No. I want the report by this afternoon. I don’t care that it’s Friday. I am out of town this weekend and I won’t have access to any fax. I need them signed before I leave. Thank you. Keep me posted. Goodbye.”

Where is Jack going this weekend?
I think with a resigned sadness because he will be away for so long. He didn’t mention that he was planning a trip.

“Good morning,” he says, putting his phone on his workbench and making his way towards me.

“Good morning. I’m sorry I slept so late, you should have woken me.”

“If I would have woken you, I would have just tired you out again. And you looked like you needed your rest.”

My face flushes instantly and I can feel the warmth in my cheeks. Jack just laughs and scoops me in for a hug. I love being in his arms. I wrap my arms around him and nestle my face into his chest.

“So you’re headed out of town this weekend?” I say it before I think. I shouldn’t have made it known that I was listening to his call. I feel so stupid. “I’m sorry, it’s none of my business—”

He cuts me off. “I am not going anywhere.” He pulls away so he can look me in the eyes. “
We
have plans. I wanted to clear up some loose ends with clients so I am not bothered all weekend.”

God I think I love you.

“Oh.” I stand corrected.

“I’m also giving you the day off. I have one more phone call to make then I’m going to drop you off at your house. I want you to pack some things so you are comfortable, because we are going to have an extended sleepover at my place. If that’s OK with you?”

Is the sky blue??

“I think I can manage that,” I say while my inner self dances in circles.

“Good. Now get ready to go. And put some pants on. ‘Cause I’m about two seconds away from taking my shirt back and having my way with you for breakfast.”

He pretends to dart at me and I flinch out of the way. He starts to laugh and then his phone rings.

I let him take his call and head back to his room to collect my things.

T
HIS IS WHAT IT
feels like to be a teenager again! Before dropping me off, Jack and I immaturely make out in the truck in his driveway. We cannot seem to go even a few moments without throwing ourselves at one another. Knowing that the best is yet to come, we control our hormones long enough to get me home. After Jack drops me off, I walk inside hoping to avoid my parents. It’s not easy being a thirty-one-year-old walking in the house like it’s a walk of shame. I tiptoe to the stairs, and then I hear it.

“Honey? Is that you?”

Fail.

“Yes, Mom?”

“Two very large packages came for you early this morning. You might want to take a peek at it.”

Now she’s got my attention. I walk into the kitchen and on the table sits the biggest bouquet of red roses I have ever seen. There has to be close to . . . seven dozen. My mouth drops open.

Seven dozen.

The amount of time we were together. And red. His favorite color. I start to feel sick.

“Honey, you look pale. Are you feeling OK?” my mother asks.

“Uh. I’m fine. When did these come?” I ask. How did he know where I was? I mean it’s not like I was in hiding, but still.

“They came this morning. There is a card on it. I’m sure it will explain who they are from.” Like my mom nor myself doesn’t already know where they came from.

My mom met Steve on numerous occasions. He would invite my parents to the city for dinners and cocktail events. He would wine and dine them, but never once did he make it when my parents invited him to their home for a nice family sit-down. That just wasn’t Steve. His family’s version of a sit-down was a twelve-course dinner with a butler and fancy things. My parents never showed that it bothered them but it was obvious they were hurt. “The man who is dating our daughter can’t come to a blue-collar household and sit down for a roast?” That’s what my dad would always say. I couldn’t even blame him. He was right.

I jump back to reality and reach for the card. I feel sick even touching it. My nerves and anxiety do a 100% spike in the radar. My hands are shaking as I open the card. I don’t know what it’s going to say. I am not even sure what I want it to say.

I unfold the card and read:

Sarbear,

I miss you. I miss us.

Steve.

I can’t do much but stare at it. So much is going through my head that I can’t even grasp onto one thought to process. Why now? It’s been months! Why is he choosing to reach out now? He misses me? I am going to be sick. At what point did he decide that he missed me? When he realized he cheated on me? When he got sick of Stacey? Did he have some sick sixth sense that knew I was happy so he decided to ruin it for me?! I’m not sure when my mom decided to leave me to my thoughts but when I look around at the kitchen, it is empty and drowning in flowers.