28. Dont Flatter Yourself, Paul Bunyan
twenty-eight
Liz
My eyes watch the ceiling fan go round and round as I listen to whatever background noise plays on the TV. I have no idea what set Jack off like it did, but—
Scratch that.
I do know what set him off.
When I came back to town, I had the exact same reaction when anyone asked me about what happened in LA. I questioned him the same way everyone around here wanted to question me.
Just because I told him my story doesn’t mean that he was ready to tell me his.
Honestly, I was just curious, but I’m sure it sounded like I was being a bit crazy.
I get up off the bed, ready to go apologize. Although I don’t think his reaction was totally on me, I still feel bad and want to go talk to him about it.
Geez, what is this man doing to me? Is his cock really that good?
Well, yes.
But I know it’s more than that.
Something has to be said about the fact that I enjoy my time with Jack. And that I felt comfortable enough to share with him what happened in LA. He’s been my bright spot since moving back to this small town.
Maybe I kind of like the guy.
I quickly put my shoes back on and swing open the door to my room. I let out a small scream when I see Jack standing on the other side of the door. He’s got his hand raised in the air like he was getting ready to knock.
“Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay,” I reply. “I just didn’t expect you to be standing right there. I was coming to find you.”
“Why?” He asks. “I was a dick to you.”
“Because I realize that maybe accosting you about it wasn’t fair. I’m sure it caught you off guard, and I shouldn’t have come on as strong as I did.”
He looks down at me, and I wonder what he’s thinking. He came back, so that means he’s not mad anymore, right? With his stoic face, it’s hard to tell if he’s upset or not.
I let out a loud squeal when he picks me off of my feet and twirls me around in a circle. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around his neck as I tilt my head back and laugh.
When he stops, he still doesn’t put me down. Just looks up into my eyes.
“What was that for?” I ask.
“Liz, I am so sorry. I should never have talked to you like that earlier. I was comparing you to women in my past, and that wasn’t fair.”
“So, what’s with the twirl?” I ask, still confused.
“Because the fact that you were going to come to apologize when you didn’t even do anything proves me wrong.”
When he sees the lost look on my face, he sets me back on my feet and takes my hand, leading me over to the bed.
He waits until we are both seated at the foot of it before he starts talking. “To answer your question that you asked yesterday, yes, it was me in the photos. I used to be a UFC fighter. And not to brag, but I was good. I was making a shit ton of money and notoriety, which brought me a whole lot of women. It was great…until it wasn’t.”
“Lots of women is a bad thing?” I ask.
“It is when most of them don’t have the best of intentions. Most of them were only after me for my money or to get their fifteen minutes of fame. When I’d break things off, they’d run straight to the tabloids and spin all sorts of shit that never happened. I had no idea who to trust.”
He sets his hand on my thigh, and I set mine on top of it to let him know I’m still listening.
“When you brought it up earlier, I wondered if you had figured it out before that moment, and it made me question your motives. And I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair to you.”
“It’s fine,” I tell him.
“No, it’s not. I don’t ever want to talk to you like that. I moved away from Miami for a fresh start. When I told you that I understood what it was like to be angry all the time, I meant it. Back then, I had so much rage. It was probably what made me such a good fighter. But it also made me a shitty human being. After I healed from all of my surgeries, I started driving and ended up here. I fell in love with the town and wanted to put down roots.”
“In Lilly Leaf Falls? Are you sure you didn’t get hit too many times while fighting?” I tease.
“I’m sure.” He smiles. “But to wrap up a long story, I am sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I try to assure him.
“When you said you wanted to talk tonight, I figured that it was you either running away or wanting to talk about what exactly this whole thing between us is.”
“I hadn’t even thought of that. But now that you bring it up, what do you think this thing between us is?”
“Honestly?”
I nod.
“I have no fucking clue. But I do know that even when you and I hated each other, we still couldn’t seem to quite stay away. And we seem to have the sex thing pretty down pat.”
I cut him off. “So, you don’t think we should do it again? Just for practice’s sake?”
“Oh, I think there’s always room to get better,” he says, grabbing the side of my face and pulling me in for a kiss.
It starts out slow as he pulls my bottom lip between his and his fingers push through my curls. His tongue sweeps against my entrance, and I immediately open for him.
When I moan against him, he deepens the kiss and pulls me onto his lap. As I straddle him, I can already feel his length bulging beneath me. Determined to drive him crazy, I use my hips to grind against it.
A moan rattles from deep within his chest as he struggles to hold onto his self-control.
He breaks the kiss and says, “You know, my plan was to come take you out to dinner.”
I lean down and kiss him between each word I speak. “Jack, we have an entire kitchen downstairs. We can go eat whatever we want later.”
He gives a cocky grin. “What should we do instead?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I was thinking that you could fuck me until we rattle the walls of this place.”
“I love that filthy little mouth of yours,” he says, grabbing my hair and tilting my head back so he can have access to my neck. He kisses from one side to the other causing goosebumps to cover my entire body.
Jack has barely even touched me, and already I can feel my nipples hardening beneath my shirt.
He must notice because he uses his free hand to pinch it through the fabric. The action sends heat straight to my clit.
Wanting to drive him as crazy as he is me, I ask, “What else do you want to do to my mouth?”
That gets me a frustrated growl. “You’re going to fucking kill me, princess.”
Whatever self-control he was holding onto has evaporated. He grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head, exposing the fact that I didn’t bother to put on a bra.
I wonder how he’s going to get my pants on since I’m still straddling him. He doesn’t make me wonder long, though. Before I can process what’s happening, he picks me up, flips me onto my back, and yanks them off.
Knowing we would be getting together tonight, I did some more extensive grooming on my downstairs bits. The look on Jack’s face tells me he loves it.
His eyes look from my pussy up to my face. “Did you do this for me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Paul Bunyan,” I tease.
“Is that right?” His hand parts my lips as he uses one finger to lightly tease my clit.
It’s been so eager to be touched that the slightest bit of pressure makes me squirm around on the mattress.
“You know, you’ve got a little attitude tonight,” he says. “I may have to fuck the sass right out of you.”
“You can try,” I quip.
I’m not used to the men I’ve been with being so in control. I’ve always enjoyed the dirty talk, but my former lovers either didn’t reciprocate…or just weren’t any good at it. Jack is much more ‘take charge’ than any of them. I can’t believe how hot it is.
Maybe this is what I’ve needed all this time. A guy to boss me around.
In bed, anyway.
If we were to try it outside the bedroom, I’d haul off and punch him.
He says, “I think I’ll start with driving you a little crazy first.”
Too late.
He slips two fingers inside me and angles them upward. I let out a loud moan at the sensation.
“Always so wet and ready,” he says in a low voice.
“So, what are you waiting for?” I practically whine.
“Oh, princess, we are just getting started.”
While his fingers explore inside, his thumb rubs small circles around my clit. The pressure inside me builds as I do my best to sit still. I feel my muscles begin to clench, signaling I’m getting close.
Before I can find any release, though, Jack stops. I watch as he pulls his fingers out of me, licking my juices off of each one.
“Why?” I drag out the word.
“Because I’m going to have my fun with you.”
I never would have guessed that under all that flannel was such a dominant guy. But I like it.
I’m loving every second of it.
“You deserve to have fun too,” I practically pant. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“Definitely. But I’m in no hurry.”
Wanting to drive him as crazy as he’s driving me, I reach for him, aiming toward the bulge in the front of his jeans. When he moves just out of my grasp, though, I decide to take a different approach.
“You better hurry up, or I’m going to reach into my nightstand and grab my vibrator to take matters into my own hands.”
I think that it’s going to encourage him to skip to the best part, but my plan backfires. He walks over to the nightstand I just mentioned and pulls open the drawer to grab the big, black vibrator.
“You mean this?” He asks, holding it up but looking directly into my eyes.
“Maybe,” I mutter under my breath.
He comes back over to where I lie and gently pushes my thighs apart. When my knees fall open, completely exposing me, he dips two fingers inside of me once more. When he pulls them out, he rubs them on the head of the vibrator, making sure it’s wet enough to slide inside me.
I honestly don’t know why he’s worried. Right now, I’m wet enough to turn the Sahara into an oasis.
He pushes the toy inside of me and makes sure that I’m comfortable before turning it on. The moment it starts vibrating and swirling, I let out a loud moan. I get even louder when part of it touches my clit.
I try to stifle myself, but Jack is having none of it.
“Let me hear it, princess,” he commands.
“What if someone hears?”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
He clicks it to a higher setting, and trying to be quiet becomes a moot point. It feels so good that I couldn’t silence myself if I tried.
Jack uses one hand to fuck me with the toy while the other plays with my nipples. There’s so much happening all at once that I can barely focus on any one thing. My body writhes on the bed, and I’m not sure if I’m trying to move away because it’s too much or trying to move closer because I need more.
It doesn’t take long before the pressure in my core becomes too much to take. Jack turns the vibrator up one more time, pushing me over the edge. My back arches off the bed while heat floods my body.
Although I’m sure it’s not that long, it feels like I am coming for an eternity. When I’m too sensitive for the vibrations, he turns it off and slowly pulls the soaked toy out.
“Christ, Liz,” Jack says, eyeing it. “You came so fucking hard. Time to feel you do it around my cock.”
“How is it that we keep getting better at that every time we do it?” I say, my chest heaving after Jack gave me two more orgasms with his dick.
He walks back from throwing away the condom and collapses beside me. “I don’t know, but wow. You’re a fucking animal.”
“Eh, I don’t know about that. You did most of the work.”
He rolls over and starts kissing my shoulder. “You’re just too sexy for your own good.”
“Mister, if you keep doing that, we are going to end up mauling each other all over again.”
He laughs. “I see no problem with that.”
I turn my body so that I’m facing him. “Before that, I need to say something.”
“Okay, I’m all ears, beautiful.”
“It’s about what I found out…about your past?”
He pushes a curl out of my eyes. “Okay?”
“I promise that I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me. I’ll make sure my sister keeps her mouth shut too.”
“You don’t have to make me promises like that,” he tells me.
“I know. But I want to. Even when we hated each other, you didn’t tell my secrets.”
“For the record, Liz, I didn’t hate you.” He links his fingers with mine as he speaks. “I told myself I should stay away from you.”
“Because you thought I was going to be like your exes?”
“That’s what I told myself. But I think that part of me knew that once I got a taste of you, I wouldn’t be able to give you up. I’d be hooked.”
“And what do you think now?” I ask.
He leans in, rolling me onto my back so that he can look into my eyes. “I was right.”