Chapter Five
Jinnie
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“C OME IN,” I WHISPER .
“Jinnie, are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Come in, Jack.”
I fumble with the lock, my fingers clumsy with want, but Jack doesn’t seem to care—his hands are already sliding up my thighs, hiking my dress higher as his mouth finds the sensitive spot beneath my ear.
I manage to open the door, but just barely. Jack’s body is pressed against mine. He turns me, facing the wall as he kicks the door shut. His hands grab my wrists and raise them above me. His mouth is at my neck, sucking and biting like the sexiest vampire.
Jack’s kisses travel down my neck. My legs wobble and I push my ass against him, needing his touch as much as he seems to need mine. When he nips at my earlobe, I gasp with pain and pleasure. He holds my hand with one of his, and drops his other to my breast. He massages through the fabric of my dress as his tongue slides across the back of my neck.
His touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine as I arch into him. I can feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of my dress. It’s driving me wild. His hand trails lower, reaching all the way down to grab my dress and pull it up. His calloused fingers run up the inside of my thigh. I gasp, my breath hitching as his fingers tease their way higher.
“Jack,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need.
He growls softly in response. I turn to catch his lips with mine. He kisses me even as his fingers continue their exploration, brushing against the lace edge of my panties. I moan into his mouth, unable to contain the urgency building inside me.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to pull my dress over my head, leaving me standing there in nothing but my bra and panties. I feel a flush of heat spread through me under his gaze. He steps back for a moment, yanking off his shirt and tossing it aside before closing the distance between us again.
His hands are everywhere at once—cupping my breasts through the lace of my bra, sliding down my sides, gripping my hips to pull me closer. I can feel the hard length of him pressing against me through his jeans. It only makes me want him more. My fingers fumble with the button on his pants, desperate to get them off and feel him against me completely.
But he catches my wrist again, his eyes locking with mine as he shakes his head. “Not yet,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
Max chooses that moment to meow.
Jack pulls back just enough to grin at me. “Hold that thought.”
He crosses the room in two strides, scooping my cat into his arms before he can protest. He glares at him, his ears flattening as Jack scratches under his chin with exaggerated care.
“There,” he murmurs, setting him gently on the couch. “No interruptions this time. I know you don’t understand, but this is something that requires utmost concentration. I can’t have your big, furry ass on my back.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I just want to make sure me and him have an understanding because tonight...you’re mine. I don’t want you distracted.”
His words send heat racing through my veins.
Jack steps toward me, his eyes burning with desire. I feel the anticipation building inside me, my heart racing as he undresses me slowly, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He hooks my bra straps and pulls them down before reaching behind me and unhooking the bra. I stand there, breathing hard as he casts the bra aside carelessly. His mouth finds my left nipple. He circles it with his tongue before taking it into his mouth, sucking eagerly. I moan, arching in to his touch as he teases and tugs at my sensitive flesh. I grip his hair tightly, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through me. My whole body feels alive as he continues his sensual assault. I whimper when he moves to my other breast, yearning for more of his torturous touch. His hands skim down my stomach, tracing every inch of my skin until they reach my panties. He slides them down my legs, taking his time as he savors the view of my body bared for him.
He wraps his hands around my waist and effortlessly lifts me, carrying me the few steps to my bed and dropping me. I look up at him and see the passion burning in his eyes. But there’s something else. I don’t have time to think about it because he’s kissing my stomach.
Jack kisses and nibbles his way down my belly with his hand sliding under my leg, lifting and pushing my legs open. He kisses the most intimate part of me. My body reacts instantly. His tongue flicks against my clit, circling it slowly at first and then more rapidly. I throw my head back, unable to contain the loud moans that escape me. My hips jerk in response to his ministrations, wanting him deeper. He slips two fingers inside of me, finding my G-spot and massaging it expertly as he continues to tease my clit with his tongue.
I feel a wave of pleasure washing over me, crashing through my body like a tsunami. My fingernails dig into the sheets as I writhe under his touch. I cry out his name, my voice breaking as the orgasm crashes down on me, stealing what’s left of my breath.
When the tremors subside, I reach for him, pulling him up into a searing kiss. His lips are warm against mine, tasting of me. I grip his hair tightly, not wanting this moment to end.
“Jack,” I whisper against his lips, “take me.”
“Just a second,” he says.
He slides off the bed and quickly strips off his jeans. My body is trembling with the aftermath of the orgasm he gave me. I watch as he fumbles with his wallet and pulls out a condom. He’s not looking at me, which I find a little odd after all the eye contact we’ve shared before.
He rips open the package and quickly rolls on the condom. He drops onto the bed and pushes my legs open. I watch as he positions himself between my legs. His eyes lock onto mine as he slowly pushes inside me. He thrusts deep, filling me completely. I gasp at the sensation.
Jack’s hips move steadily in a rhythmic motion, his skin sliding against mine with each pass. I tilt my head back, letting out small moans as our bodies move in sync. His hands grip my hips tightly, guiding me up to meet his thrusts. It feels so good, yet it feels like we’ve only just begun.
I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, urging him to go deeper. He responds by pushing in even further until I can feel him at my deepest core. I cry out as the sensation overwhelms me, my body arching off the bed under the force of this newfound pleasure.
He pulls out, shocking me with the absence of him. “Roll over,” he mutters.
I do as he says, my heart racing as I feel vulnerable with my back turned toward him. His hands grip my hips, pulling me to my knees. Steadying himself behind me, he nudges my legs apart further before pressing his hardness against my entrance once more.
He thrusts deeply into me, his hot breath brushing over my back. It sends shivers down my spine as his movements grow more assertive. One hand moves up to grip my breast roughly, rolling the nipple between his fingers as if claiming it as his own.
I cry out, lost in the sensation of being taken from behind like this. It’s primal and possessive. Jack pumps into me relentlessly, his hips snapping against mine in a rhythm that is punishing in the best way. He bends down his nibbles on my shoulder. Pleasure dominates every thought. It is beyond intense. Jack’s thrusts become even deeper and harder as he senses it too. His fingers dig painfully into my flesh as he holds on tight for the ride.
And then it hits me, like a wave crashing against the shore—a powerful orgasm that ripples through my body from head to toe. I let out a long moan as every muscle in my body tenses up around him. Jack lets out a groan of satisfaction before following me over the edge into blissful oblivion.
He pulls out and walks into the bathroom without a word. I climb under the blanket, swirling with mixed emotions. It was amazing sex. I can’t deny it, but it felt different.
The way his hands gripped my hips just a little too tight, the way his kisses landed with more hunger than heat. Like he’s chasing something instead of savoring it. Like he’s trying to prove something.
He comes out of the bathroom and looks at me. “Want me to go?” he asks.
“No. Come to bed.”
He climbs in beside me and pulls me against him. His gaze is on the ceiling. I can tell there is something on his mind.
“You okay?” I ask, rolling onto my side to face him.
“Yeah.” He blinks, like he’s coming back from somewhere far away. “Just thinking.”
“About?”
His fingers still. “Sam.”
The name lands between us like a stone.
“That’s...odd.”
He smirks. “Not like that.”
“What about him?”
Jack exhales through his nose. “Just wondering what he’s like. What he could possibly want from you. Is he going to make a move?”
I reach for his hand, lacing our fingers together. “Jack, listen to me. There is nothing between me and Sam. He left. He’s gone. The only reason he’s back now is because he wants something, and it’s not me. He can beg and plead and it won’t matter. There’s nothing I want from him. We’re over.”
Jack studies our joined hands, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Does it bother you to be with me knowing I’m legally married?” I ask.
Jack’s eyes meet mine. “Does it bother me? Yeah, a little. But not because of you. Because of him. Because he’s out there somewhere, still connected to you in a way that makes me feel like I’m trespassing. But, Jinnie, I know you. I know your heart isn’t his anymore.”
There’s still a flicker of doubt in the back of my mind—not about Jack, but about how this whole mess might play out.
“What if he tries to complicate things?” I ask quietly, my fingers tightening around his. “What if he shows up and makes demands or tries to mess with you?”
Jack’s jaw tightens for a moment, but then he smiles—a crooked, confident smile that makes my stomach flip. “Let him try.” He chuckles softly. “I’ve dealt with worse than some guy who couldn’t see what he had when he had it.”
I lean in, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “That’s what was bothering you tonight, huh?”
A half-shrug. “Part of it.”
I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me in a hold that feels more possessive than protective.
We settle into silence, the only sound Max’s soft purring from the foot of the bed. Jack’s breathing evens out eventually, his grip loosening as sleep takes him.
But I lie awake, staring at the shadows dancing across the ceiling.
Something’s still off.