24. Youve Got a lot of Nerve
twenty-four
Liz
After another uneventful day of working at the inn, I decided to take a walk around town. A lot of people are at the local high school, watching the football game. No one around means that I can enjoy some peace and quiet and avoid all the stares that I usually get.
I have to say that I feel better after my little workout session with Jack last night. I don’t feel any better about him, though. I still don’t understand him even a little. One minute, he’s Mr. Nice Guy, and the next, he’s freezing me out so hard I could get hypothermia.
I’ve decided that I don’t have to understand him, though. It’s not like we are in a relationship…or anything even remotely close to one. And I guess he doesn’t want to go running with me anymore, so now he’s just the guy who will fix my car.
It’s probably for the best.
We drive each other crazy.
And I’m choosing not to think about that kiss. It doesn’t matter. It was a mistake—at least he thinks so.
As for me, I’m pretty sure I just need to get laid. I haven’t been kissed in so long, that a small peck has me wanting to drop my panties. I just need to have an orgasm that isn’t induced by my own hand…or vibrator.
I turn the corner onto Peach Street and see a familiar face walking my way. Jamie spots me and immediately starts to smile.
“Hey, you,” I greet. “How’s it going?”
“Oh, pretty good. Just stopped by the store to grab a couple of things.” He holds up the brown paper sack of assorted items.
Speaking of orgasms, why not go ahead and plan a date with Jamie? He has shown interest, and our fun got cut short at Single’s Night. Maybe I can get laid sooner rather than later.
Without much thought, I blurt, “Do you want to go out sometime?”
He looks a little shocked by the question. “Uh, Liz, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Oh?” I stammer. “Why not? I thought we had a good time the other night.”
“It’s just…” He awkwardly fidgets with the bag.
“It’s just what?”
“I kind of told Jack that I would stay away from you?”
My jaw literally drops. “Excuse me?”
“I think he’s got a thing for you or something. I just didn’t want to get in the way of—”
I cut him off. “There is nothing to get in the way of because that man and I mean nothing to each other. In fact, I’m pretty sure that he hates me.”
“It doesn’t seem that way to me.” He sighs. “Look, maybe I’m wrong. There may be nothing there, but he’s my boss, and I don’t want to do anything that may make things weird, you know?”
“Oh, right. ” I say in barely more than a whisper.
“Well, I better get going. I have ice cream I need to get in the freezer.”
He gives a small wave and walks away. Meanwhile, white-hot rage boils inside me.
Who the fuck does Jack think he is? He can’t just tell his minions to stay away from me like he’s some sort of mob boss.
What an asshole!
As if my feet are guided by nothing more than my anger, they start to walk directly toward the auto shop.
He better be there.
On the short walk, it starts to pour down rain—as if I’m not already mad enough. Now, my hair is going to get wet and dry five times larger than its normal size.
This night just keeps getting better.
I storm through the front door of the shop, water dripping off of me as I look for any signs of life. I see a light coming from the office, so I head in that direction. I get a little angrier with every stomp.
When I reach the doorway, I look inside and see Jack working at his desk.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I ask, causing him to look up at me.
“I thought we already went over this. I’m Jack. You’re Liz.” Sarcasm drips off his words.
“Don’t play coy with me, buddy,” I say, walking further into the room. “Why the fuck would you tell Jamie not to date me?”
Before he has a chance to answer, I keep going. “I don’t know what the fuck is up with you. One minute, you’re so sweet and nice, and the next, you are cold and distant. One minute, you’re kissing me, and the next, you refuse to come running with me anymore. I just don’t get it! If you don’t want me, fine, but then, why are you going to stop someone else who may want the chance? Are you that juvenile? Or are you just that much of a dick?”
He stands up and walks over to me, so we are eye to eye in the middle of the room. “First of all, princess, I didn’t tell Jamie not to date you. He did that all on his own.”
“Did he talk to you about it?” I ask.
“Yes. And I told him I didn’t care who you dated. I gave him whatever permission he was after.”
None of this is making any sense. Jamie is saying one thing, yet Jack is saying another. Who am I supposed to believe?
“Then, why would he say that?”
“That’s a question for Jamie—not me.”
He turns to walk away and heads back to his desk. “I just don’t get it. Why do you hate me so much?”
“Liz—”
“I’m serious, Jack. I know we got off on the wrong foot, but why are you nice to every other person in this town besides me? Have I not proven to you that I am not the devil by now?”
He looks beyond frustrated with me. “I don’t think you’re the devil. I just—”
I walk over to his desk, standing right in between his chair and the work that he’s trying to get back to. “What, Jack? Spit it out. Why is it that you are bound and determined to stay away from me? Why do you hate me that much?”
I look into his eyes, looking for any kind of sign to show me what he’s thinking. I find none.
“Whatever,” I mumble. “Fuck you.”
Before I get the chance to walk away, he stands back up, grabs me by the face, and pulls me in. His lips crash against mine, and my thoughts spin.
I immediately open for him, letting his tongue dance with mine. His hands easily lift me and set me on his desk.
He pulls back for the briefest of moments to look at me. “I tried to stay away from you because I knew the moment I kissed you, I wouldn’t be able to ever stop.”
Reaching up to pull the baseball cap off his head, I reply, “Then, don’t stop.”
That’s all it takes for him to pick up where we left off. The man kisses exactly how he looks—rough but oh, so good.
My legs wrap around his waist, trying to pull him even closer to me while my arms hold onto his big shoulders.
Every heated exchange that we have had up until now has all culminated in this kiss. It feels like we could combust at any second. This man that I have felt so much anger and animosity toward is slowly melting me into a puddle.
He slowly leans me back, and I break the kiss to say, “Oh, shit. I’m pretty sure I’m getting all your papers wet.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the papers,” he growls, pushing them out of the way. But as he attempts to find a way for me to be comfortable, he adds, “You know what? Let’s go upstairs. I don’t want anyone seeing the things I’m about to do to you.”
Yep. If my vagina wasn’t a practical water slide with just the kiss, it sure as shit is now.
He stands up straight and reaches for my hand to help me up. Not letting go, he leads me to the hallway and up a back staircase. Up until last night, I had no idea that there was any type of living quarters above the auto shop.
I wonder if it’s nice.
Who cares, Liz? You were ready to fuck the man on his desk.
He has me go up the stairs first, and on the way says, “Your ass looks great in those jeans.”
“Just wait until you see it without the jeans,” I tease.
“Woman, you’re going to drive me crazy. And you’re not moving fast enough.”
Without warning, he grabs me, lifting me into a fireman’s carry and practically runs the rest of the way up the stairs. He walks through the unlocked door of his home, and I’m a little surprised. I thought it would be nothing more than a little studio space where a college kid could live.
But it’s a full apartment that’s decorated with some pretty nice stuff.
Well, at least what I can see looks nice because he wastes no time in getting me to the bedroom.
Setting me down on his king-sized bed, he climbs on top of me so that we can pick up where we left off. We kiss as though we need each other to breathe.
I grind against him, trying to signal that I need more.
Breaking the kiss again, he looks me up and down. “Why don’t we get these wet clothes off of you?”
I nod while staring into his green eyes.
He starts by unzipping my jacket. He grabs the zipper and pulls it down, his eyes never leaving mine. I shimmy out of it, leaving nothing but my tank top underneath. I wasn’t expecting any of this, so it’s not like I’m dressed up for the occasion.
I glance down at my flat chest. I’ve always had small boobs, which I’m okay with. They’re still boobs. Speaking of which, Jack grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head. The wet material dragging against my large nipples makes them even harder.
Jack doesn’t seem to mind the size either because immediately his head dips down so that he can take each one into his mouth. As his tongue flicks against the tip of each peak, I let out a loud moan. With each lick, my clit pulses, begging to be touched.
While still giving my tits some attention, he uses one hand to undo the button and zipper on my jeans before I reach down to start pulling them off. It’s not so easy with the wet denim, though.
When Jack sees me struggling, he leans back on his knees to help me drag them the rest of the way. When they’re off, all I’m left with is my thong.
I’ve never had a problem with my body. I know that I am a bit flat and don’t have a lot of curves, but I pride myself on being in good shape. It’s been a long time since anyone has made me feel sexy, though.
But the way Jack is looking at me right now makes me feel like a fucking goddess.
He hooks his thumbs in the strings of the thong and asks, “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured you in one of these cute little thongs since I saw one fall out of your bag?”
I smile. “How does the real thing compare to what you were imagining?”
As he pulls it down, he kisses the inside of my thigh. “It’s so much better.”
I let out an involuntary shiver as the hair from his beard tickles the sensitive skin.
Speaking of hair, I suddenly become very aware of the fact that I haven’t exactly groomed myself in a while. Okay, that’s not entirely true. I do basic maintenance, but I haven’t had a wax in lord only knows how long.
I haven’t needed to—not to mention it was an unnecessary expense.
Oh well. It’s just a little bit of hair.
And the way Jack is looking at me right now tells me that he doesn’t even notice—or he just doesn’t care.
He strings a line of kisses up my thigh, getting closer and closer to my sweet spot. Every single touch has my skin tingling with electricity.
Jack pushes my legs apart, to give himself easier access. He uses a single finger to swipe through my wetness. I wage a tug-of-war with myself as to whether I want to close my eyes and try to enjoy the moment, or whether I want to look down at him to see exactly what he’s doing.
I opt for the view.
His green eyes look up to find mine. “As much as I want to taste this pretty pussy, right now, I need to feel you wrapped around my cock.”
I never dreamed that the town nice guy would have such a dirty mouth, but I’m loving it.
And I agree with him. Right now, I need him to fuck me. Everything else can wait.
Wanting to reassure him that this is what I want, I moan, “Fuck me, Jack.”
He lets out what can only be described as a primal growl as he stands up to take off his shirt. Right now, I don’t mind the flannel because I’m about to get an up-close view of what’s underneath. The flannel comes off followed by a t-shirt he wore underneath.
And there he is…in all of his tattooed glory.
There’s something so sexy about a guy who has tattoos. Granted, I haven’t been with a tatted guy since I was in college. Even then, dating the blue-collar, rugged guy wasn’t exactly my speed. I’m starting to see the appeal, though.
Jack looks like he could fuck me up against the wall…one-handed…without breaking a sweat.
When he sees me looking him up and down and biting my lip, he gets a cocky smirk on his lips. “What are you thinking about, princess?”
Suddenly, hearing the nickname that I’ve hated ever since I got back to town is doing something entirely different to me.
Am I starting to like it?
Trying to keep my composure, I reply, “Just wondering what’s taking you so long to get naked. Are you stalling?”
The half-grin he gets on his face tells me I’m about to be in for a wild ride. He quickly undoes the button on his jeans followed by the zipper. When he takes them off, his boxers come with him, and I watch his cock pop out. It bounces before standing at attention.
Just like the rest of Jack, it’s big. Not too big that I wonder if it will fit, but big enough to where I know it’s going to feel amazing.
Let’s just hope he knows how to use it.
He walks over to his nightstand and pulls out a pack of magnum-sized condoms. It takes no time at all for him to rip open the tiny package and roll it on over the large head of his cock.
He joins me back on the bed, and we pick right back up where we left off. His mouth crashes on mine, and our hands roam all over each other. I can feel every hard muscle of his under my touch.
I’m so preoccupied with our kiss that I’m surprised when I feel his dick start to push inside. I wrap my legs around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper. I moan against his kiss which seems to drive him crazy.
When he’s buried to the hilt, he holds still for a moment, looking down at me to make sure I’m okay. Truth be told, I’m better than okay. This is the first time in over a year that I feel a sense of overwhelming joy. I didn’t think that the man who has been driving me crazy would be the one to give me any type of happiness. But here we are.
I look into his green eyes, seeing lust. Pure, carnal lust. But I see something else too. I’m just not quite sure what it is.
“Fuck me, Jack,” I whisper.
Something within him snaps, and he gets to work. Taking control, he fucks into me hard and fast. When I can’t figure out what to do with my hands, he props them above my head, holding them there with one of his own. He uses the other to hold himself up and get better leverage.
In most of the sexual encounters I’ve had, I take the lead. I’d rather control the situation. And the men I’ve been with have never tried to do anything to the contrary.
But Jack is a whole different breed. He’s all passion and primal instincts.
I have zero complaints.
When he finds the rhythm that makes my moans turn more into screams, he leans down to take one of my nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the tip, making my back arch off the bed.
He pushes my legs further apart and grinds against me with every thrust, moving perfectly against my clit.
“Holy shit,” I moan, feeling myself climbing higher and higher.
This man is going to give me an orgasm just from fucking me. I’ve gotten off during sex before but only with the help of some fingers or a toy thrown into the mix. But the way that he’s moving is sure to finish the job.
When I start to get louder, he lets my hand go so that I can hold onto him for dear life as I start to come. Waves of pleasure crash over me as heat spreads through every inch of my body.
Once I’m coming back down, Jack slows his movements, allowing me a moment to catch my breath.
Between giving a few licks to each of my nipples, he says, “Tell me what you want, Liz.”
Only one word is needed right now.
“More.”