Chapter 30
THIRTY
Jack
“Somehow you managed to live this long without stealing a car. I really am a bad influence,” Asia said to Levi as I settled him in one of the pickup trucks outside the mayor’s house.
He tried to chuckle but grimaced and grappled for the seat, trying to steady himself. I grabbed his shoulders and set him upright. He held my gaze for a moment, then looked at Asia.
“If you say so, girl,” he said, his voice wavering.
Asia smiled at him, but her brow furrowed. She reached into her pocket and pressed two pills into his hand.
He took them without protest and swallowed them without water.
Asia squeezed his hand and then got in beside him while I put the wheelchair in the truck bed.
He was out before we got back to the farm and stayed that way when I carried him upstairs, Lourdes and Asia a step behind. “I’ll look after him,” she said.
Asia squeezed her shoulder, and then went downstairs. Miles waited in the kitchen. “Everything’s good, right?”
I smiled at the kid, then looked at Asia. Held her gaze as I spoke. “Never been better, kid.”
“Cool! I’m on watch,” he said as he grabbed a cucumber off the table and rushed out of the house.
“I should go beat him up and take that cucumber,” Asia said.
I chuckled. “You got no shot, Counselor.”
She huffed, blinking with mock offense. “You wound me.”
“Yeah, right. Go get cleaned up. Food will be waiting.”
She didn’t move immediately. Just sat there for a moment looking around the kitchen, which was dimming by the moment as the sun started to set.
She exhaled and then stood.
“I’m impressed!” she exclaimed when she came back in.
I arched a brow. “By ham and eggs and bread you made?”
“Yup,” she said as she grabbed her fork and dug in. She paused and looked at me. “I hope you weren’t expecting me to share.”
“Now you wound me. But have at it. I’m going to clean up.”
I left the kitchen without looking back. Went through the motions of showering, trying to focus on the memory of Christopher’s brain seeping out of his skull and not the block of ice lodged in my chest.
Asia wasn’t in the kitchen when I left the bathroom, but I knew where I would find her.
When I opened the door, she had her back to me, and I stayed still, taking her in, willing myself to breathe.
Then she turned, smiling, and for what felt like the first time, air left my lungs.
I walked towards her, and she held out her hands, reaching for me.
I reached back, the quiver of my hand impossible to miss.
She squeezed my hand. “You’re shaking.”
“Yeah.”
She squeezed again and then pulled me closer. Pressed my hand flat against her stomach and held it there. The little bump there was firm, a little warmer than the rest of her, but that was probably my imagination. I stopped shaking, spreading my fingers wide.
I looked into her eyes and saw the awe I felt reflected back at me.
The moment shifted. She stepped closer, and her breath warm on my jaw. “Take your clothes off, Jack.”
I did and she did, too. She walked to the bed slowly, like she had all the time in the world. She lay down. I followed and settled over her, bracing on my forearms. Her stomach pressed against mine, and I shifted my weight.
She chuckled. “I’m not going to break, Jackson.”
“I never said you were.”
She looped her arms around my neck. “Then stop hovering.”
When I let my weight rest against her, she sighed, the sound loose, easy.
I kissed her. She kissed me back. Slow. Open.
She slid her tongue against mine, unhurried and at ease like there was no place she’d rather be.
She traced a hand down my chest, over my abs, lower to wrap her fingers around my cock.
She stroked once, her grip firm, her thumb dragging over the crown, spreading the precum that was already there.
I grunted against her mouth. She did it again, slower this time, her fist tightening on the upstroke, loosening on the way down. I rocked into her hand on instinct. She smiled against my neck.
“So eager,” she murmured.
“You have no idea.”
She chuckled, then guided me to her entrance and rubbed the head of my cock along her slit. She was soaked, so fucking hot, it was almost unbearable. She teased us both, nudging my crown against her clit, circling it, her breath catching every time she pressed down.
“Asia…” My voice was rougher than I meant it to be.
“Jackson…” she whispered.
She notched me at her entrance, and I pushed in before she could tease anymore. Slow, letting her feel every inch, feeling her stretch around me, her walls clenching tight as I sank deeper.
Her mouth fell open. She gripped my neck harder.
I bottomed out and stayed, reveling in the feeling. Fuck, she was tight, hot, wet enough that I felt her dripping down my shaft.
When I pulled back, the drag of her pussy along my cock almost ended me. I gritted my teeth and pushed back in slowly. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper, her heels digging into the small of my back.
I dropped my forehead to hers.
Her eyes were open.
So were mine.
We’d fucked face to face before, but never like this.
I thrust deeper and watched her jaw go slack. Pulled out slow and watched her brow crease with need. Pushed back in hard enough that her tits bounced and her breath punched out of her in a moan she didn’t try to hide.
“Jack.” Her voice was quiet, almost nothing.
Absolutely everything.
I kissed her cheekbone and changed my angle. She gasped, her back arching off the bed, her nails raking down my back hard enough to sting.
“Right there,” she breathed.
I gave her there. Again and again, rolling my hips into that spot, watching her face for every reaction. Her lips parted, her eyes glazed, her skin flushed dark.
I reached between us and pressed my thumb against her clit. She bucked, her pussy clamping down so hard, I saw white.
“Fuck, Asia,” I groaned.
“Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
I circled her clit with my thumb, keeping my thrusts deep, steady, grinding against that spot inside her. She trembled now, her thighs shaking around my waist, her hand fisted in my hair so tight, it burned.
She came with her face pressed against my jaw, a sound from deep in her chest, raw and broken and real. Her pussy pulsed around my cock in waves, and then her whole body went soft.
I fucked her through it, my rhythm falling apart, my hips stuttering. She pulled me closer, her mouth against my ear, her breath ragged.
“Come inside me, Jack.”
“Always.” I buried myself deep and came so hard my vision blurred. I gripped the sheet next to her head, my body shaking with it, and she held me, her arms around my back, her legs locked around my waist, her lips pressed against my temple.
Afterwards, I didn’t move. She didn’t make me.
I rolled off eventually, pulling her against me. Her back to my chest. My hand on her stomach. She laced her fingers through mine. Squeezed once.
I pressed my mouth against her neck, feeling her pulse under my lips. She was quiet long enough that I thought she’d fallen asleep.
She hadn’t. “Jack?”
“Yeah?”
But she didn’t say anything. Eventually, her breath evened out, and her grip on my hand loosened but she didn’t let go.
I stayed awake. Listened to the quiet of the farm, which finally, fully, felt peaceful.
Then I felt it. A flutter so faint, I almost missed it.
But I didn’t miss it.
I tightened my hold on her stomach, pulling her closer, and closed my eyes.