Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
A NNIE
I’m not going to try to lie to myself. This week at work went to hell in a handbasket. Most weeks the hard stuff gets balanced by the good and the “saves.” This was not one of those weeks, though. This week was shit and I just want to forget all the grief and sadness. So, we are having an impromptu girls’ night.
Our plan is simple: we will dance, and we will drink, and we will let it out so we can go back next week and take care of our patients without the memories from this week haunting us so much.
I wasn’t planning on seeing Jack here, though I’m pleasantly surprised. When he said he was going to dinner with Teddy tonight, I assumed he meant at a restaurant, not a bar. Men . I shake my head.
After I get back to the table with our drinks, we each do a shot of Fireball and head out to the dance floor.
Teddy tries to join us twice, but we shut him down, reminding him that this is a ladies only dance circle. He only counts as one of the gals when we’re in the ER .
Only Janie and Fitz know about Jack and my “friendship,” so I have to be sly in the way I steal glances at him. I love when I catch him watching me. I can see in his eyes that he wants me, and I intentionally move my body in ways that I think he will like. He might be hellbent on limiting how physical we can be but I’m sure not going to make it easy for him.
When the cover band takes a brief break, I decide I need a minute to cool down, both from dancing and from the heat I feel in my core after imagining what that searing look Jack is giving me means he’s thinking about. I tell Janie I’m going to step outside for a minute and make my way out.
JACK
I can’t take my eyes off of Annie tonight so, when she walks out the front door of the bar, I give it about thirty seconds and I follow her. At first, I don’t see her, but it’s like my body knows where to go and I find her just around the corner of the building in the narrow alleyway between O’Riley’s and the barbershop next-door. She’s leaned up against the brick building holding her hair up with her hands, trying to tame those wild curls into a messy bun on top of her head.
“Leave it down,” I command.
She smiles when she sees me and releases her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders in loose curls.
“I was hoping you’d come out here after me,” she whispers.
I place my hands on either side of her head and put my forehead against hers. “You’re killing me, Annie. I’m trying really hard to keep how much I want you in check but you’re making it almost impossible.”
“Don’t,” she whispers .
I pull away, thinking she doesn’t want me crowding her.
She immediately grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls me back toward her. She looks up at me with those piercing eyes and says softly, “I mean don’t keep it in check.”
ANNIE
It’s like I’ve opened a dam with my words and, before I know it, Jack is holding a fistful of my hair and pulling my mouth toward his. He kisses me so deep and so hard, yet I want more. I need to be closer to him.
I also need to see if what I’m feeling against me is what I think it is, and if it’s as impressive as it seems to be. I moan and lift my leg against the outside of his thigh. In response, he grips me just below my ass and wedges himself, and his now confirmed very impressive cock, as close to me as it can get—with clothes on, anyway. Just the feel of him pressed up against me has me moaning into his mouth.
I’m basically grinding myself all over him in a very undignified manner, but I can’t bring myself to care. Suddenly, I’m being spun around to face the wall.
“Hands up on the wall, suga r. I want full access to you. Rest your head on my arm,” he directs.
I’m totally turned on by his taking control but also his tender care that I don’t get scraped by the wall. I haven’t yet seen this side of Jack Donley, but it’s hot and I like it… a lot.
I do as he says, and I shiver as he moves my hair to the side and kisses my neck, his warm mouth so close to my ear. I can feel his hardness against my back as his body holds me in place and he slides his hand inside my jeans and cups my waiting pussy. With only the cloth of my underwear between us, I feel like I’m going to die if he doesn’t pull my panties aside .
He’s making me crazy, gently rolling his thumb over my clit. “God, Annie, I can feel how soaked you are through your panties.”
I whimper, and as I do, his cock twitches on my back.
He moans as if my sounds have power over him—which I love.
I look over my shoulder and make eye contact with him, begging, “More, please, more. Under my panties, Jack.”
Jack groans and puts his lips to my temple. He hesitates and takes a few deep breaths in through his nose and out his mouth.
Afraid he’s changing his mind, I push my ass back into him, rubbing against him.
He growls. “Not here, Annie. As much as I want you right now, I won’t risk someone else seeing you.”
Since Teddy left before Jack came outside, he doesn’t need to go back into the bar before we leave. Janie drove me here, so I go inside to tell her discreetly that Jack is giving me a ride home. I grab my denim jacket then head out to his truck.
He’s waiting, leaning up against his truck and piercing me with his eyes as he watches me approach. He walks me to the passenger side, opening the door for me. Before shutting the door, he leans in and places a tender kiss on my lips.
“Annie, I know your week has been bad. I need to make sure this, here”—he gestures between us—“isn’t about that. I don’t want to take advantage of how you’re feeling from your week.”
“Ever the gentleman, Jack.” I smile. I look him straight in those smoldering gray eyes so he can see I’m serious about my next words. “The drinks and the dancing were about my week. The rest of this is about us and only us. ”
Staring intently back into my eyes, his voice is gravelly when he says, “That’s all I needed to hear.”
Eight long minutes later, we’re at Jack’s house, Gracie has been let out, and we’re back in Jack’s kitchen.
“Do you want something to dri?—”
Before he can finish, I pull my tank over my head. His eyes widen and my black lace bra appears to have done what I’d hoped it would, refocused him on my body and stunned him silent.
My nipples are tight with excitement and its very obvious that Jack has noticed as his eyes darken and his pupils dilate. He closes the distance between us in two long strides, the predatory look in his eyes making me quiver with excitement. In one swift move, he picks me up, sits me on the quartz waterfall island and has his body wedged between my legs.
“Annie…” he growls, while rubbing both of my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.
It feels so damn good that I can’t help but moan as his mouth finds mine.
He pulls my bra straps down my shoulders and frees my breasts from my bra, cupping one and gently pinching the nipple of the other in the most delicious way. When he pulls his mouth away from mine, I make a frustrated sound and he chuckles, “Patience, sugar, patience.”
He’s apparently got a new nickname for me now and it sounds so sexy when he calls me it. His mouth quickly finds one of my nipples, driving me absolutely wild between the licking, nipping, and sucking. He’s a damn expert. Like seriously, how does someone get so damn good at that?
I’m so enraptured by what he’s doing to me I don’t even notice he’s reached down, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and is holding them by the waistband.
“Lift,” he orders, around my nipple .
I immediately do as he says, and he has my pants and panties off so fast I’m stunned.
He steps back to look at me.
I know I should feel embarrassed, splayed out here on his kitchen island, but the way he looks at me makes me feel powerful and desirable. I can’t find any inkling of embarrassment in all these feelings.
“God, you’re beautiful. Every fucking thing about you is so beautiful, Annie.”
Jack grabs me under my ass on each side and pulls me closer to the edge of the island. “You’re in charge here. Tell me what you need. Tell me what you want, sweet girl.”
The intimacy in the way he says these words to me is both comforting and sets my desire for him on fire.
I look at him for a moment before answering quietly, “Touch me, please.”
Jack doesn’t hesitate in giving me what I want as he slowly runs a finger along my pussy with just enough pressure to make me insane.
“Like this?” he asks. He doesn’t break eye contact, and he teases me as he continues the movement. “Or maybe like this?” he whispers, as he finally touches my clit.
“Both. Please do both,” I practically beg, feeling like I’m coming undone. I can’t take my eyes off what he is doing. Watching him expertly rub along my wet center, up and down my core and then playing with my clit, I feel like I’m about to lose it.
“You like to watch me touch your wet pussy, don’t you, baby?”
I’m so turned on by his touch and the view that I’m basically grinding on his hand. I’ve never had a man talk dirty to me and be so focused on me like Jack is. I love it and grow more wet with everything he says .
“I bet there’s something else you would enjoy watching me do.” He smiles. “Do you want to know what?”
I can’t even speak, but I mumble out mhmmm and nod like my life depends on it.
He maintains eye contact with me as he lowers his head and brings his mouth down to the level of my pussy. He spreads me apart and exposes all of me to him. “There’s that beautiful pussy. I’ve been dying to know what you taste like and now I’m going to find out.” He smiles before lowering his mouth to kiss and lick me.
He’s doing everything he did with his hand, but it feels magnified.
I realize I’ve never felt anything like this. Just when I think I’m not going to be able to stop myself from coming with his tongue on me, he puts his fingers inside me.
He instantly finds what I can only assume is my G-spot, though I thought I didn’t have one because it’s never made an appearance before now.
With his tongue and his fingers both working me, I lose control and tumble over the edge into the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever had. It’s absolute bliss and lasts so much longer than I’ve ever experienced before. Jack doesn’t let up, continuing to lick me through my orgasm.
I can’t stop myself from screaming his name, thankful that we’re at his house and not mine so I don’t have to muffle myself. I’m not sure that I could.
“That’s it, Annie, come for me, baby,” he says as he keeps his fingers inside me, filling me as I ride out the waves of pleasure. Only when I’m totally done, does he remove his fingers. Like he knew I needed him to keep me filled until everything settled.
Before I know it, Jack is standing again and has pulled me against his chest, holding me, running his hand over my hair, and he seems completely sated .
I pull back and look at him. “Jack, let me make you feel good, too.”
“God, Annie, you have no idea what you do to me, do you? I don’t need anything else. Making you come is so fucking satisfying. Let me just hold you now, for a bit. Please. I wanted this night to be about your pleasure. I need nothing else tonight. We have plenty of time to explore the rest.”