20. Ava
20
AVA
The trip to the local supermarket this afternoon put our endurance to the test. Quinton, overwhelmed by the unusually hot day and perhaps tired from not sleeping well, had a full-blown meltdown that caught everyone’s attention. It was every parent’s worst nightmare, but for me, it marked the completion of our family outing.
Back at home, after a few hours of swapping Quinton between us, Jack finally succeeds in calming him down. Laughter fills the room as the two boys play a game of ‘who’s behind the shades,’ with Quinton donning the Paw Patrol sunglasses and Jack his Ray-Bans. The cheerful soundtrack of the show blares in the background, providing a welcome change from the constant demands of our baby.
I observe the interaction between the imposing Marine and the little one. Jack’s hair has grown thick, a delightful change that allows me to have fun with more of him. Just like what Quinton is doing. Meanwhile, Jack’s arms swathe the boy from shoulders to toes like a blanket—an experience I can only dream of unless I magically shrink myself.
On top of his luscious hair, Jack has allowed his beard to grow, though he always has time to keep it tidy. It seems like he’s enjoying the more relaxed grooming requirements while he’s still off duty.
The mere sight of him stirs my core. I imagine the tingle of his beard against my body and the satisfying grip of his hair as I approach orgasm.
Carefully, Jack rises from his seat.
Oh my goodness! He has managed to lull Quinton to sleep. Jack discreetly signals for me to switch off the television as he passes by the bedroom door. I stay as quiet as possible. The last thing I want to do is undermine Jack’s hard work after his marathon effort.
A few moments later, Jack finds me in the kitchen. He walks up behind me, slipping his hand around my waist, leaning on me as if he can’t stand up anymore.
“I never thought a twenty-pound person could defeat me,” he quips.
“You’ve come out victorious.” I slide my fingers through the strands of his hair, feeling its smoothness against my skin. It hasn’t grown too long, but damn! How can a man’s hair be so sexually stimulating?
I rub the outside of my shorts pocket, feeling the object that’s been there since we got home. But I ignore it. “Tea?” I offer, and he nods, placing his hand on my belly.
It’s almost dark outside. With the kitchen lamps acting as a backlight, I gaze at our reflection in the window. Despite our fatigue-laden faces, I admire the two of us. No need for cues. We gravitate toward each other, lean into each other. It all happens naturally. It’s inherently in us as if we’d been born with the instinct.
Jack seems to notice, flashing a funny face while tickling the side of my neck. I swear, we don’t just look good—we look freaking adorable !
Turning to face him, I suggest, “Why don’t you wait on the porch? I’ll bring the tea.”
He releases his hold on me and heads outside.
The spicy aroma wafts under my nose as I steep a few bags in the pot. The scent reminds me of how far I’ve come from the day I made the life-changing decision to leave Willem’s Beverly Hills mansion behind. The frantic drive, Quinton’s abduction and rescue—they feel like a distant past.
I join Jack, serving his cup, then settling into an oversized armchair on the back porch. The light is fading, the clouds obscuring the sunset. Nevertheless, this autumn day in Montana is surprisingly warm despite the occasional southerly breeze.
“You’re too far away. Come here,” Jack beckons me to sit on his lap.
“Isn’t your lap getting cramped? Quinton was sitting on you for a few hours.” Despite my will to be considerate of him, I can’t resist lowering myself onto him.
His finger lands on the tip of my nose. “Quinton might’ve defeated me, but you’ll never do. I mean, I’ll always have time and energy for you.”
I turn to look him in the eye. “You’re amazing with Quinton. Have I ever told you?”
With a face full of pity, he answers, “No,” as if I truly hadn’t told him.
I sigh as my body melts into the curve of his abs.
“Before Quinton, I had never been around babies,” he explains. “Not even Sam’s son. But with our Quinnie-Bear… it was like an instant connection.”
Our Quinnie-Bear . There’s nothing hotter than a man who adores babies. Especially with Jack’s physique and what he does, it’s scorching.
I shift my position, wrapping my arm around his neck to get closer. Jack ducks, his gaze fixed on my pocket brushing against his belly. “What’s in there?” Sensing the texture of an item behind the fabric, he smirks when he realizes I’ve been keeping a condom there. “When were you planning to seduce me?”
I blush. I had hoped, but I didn’t want to bother him after his efforts to put Quinton to sleep. “I wasn’t going to.” I tidy his hair and wipe his face. “You deserve to rest.”
He runs his hands along the curves of my body, a gesture he enjoys. “I’m tired, but that doesn’t mean I’m not up for pleasing you.”
I coo, my hand caressing his abs while my eyes remain locked on his. The blue of his eyes has deepened, and the twinkle around his irises seems brighter, like they have their own source of light.
My hand glides upward, grazing the exposed skin where his shirt remains unbuttoned. It’s more than just his thick ash-blonde hair and light-brown beard. His chest and abs boast a velvety softness that adds to his irresistible allure. How is it possible for a man to be this sexy? It’s a crime!
Jack holds me, motioning me to face him directly. His gaze unravels my soul, drawing out my longing as if unspooling a ball of yarn.
“You know,” Jack begins. “I want to have children with you. And you know I’ll raise Quinton like he’s my own.”
My heart swells. “I know, Jack. I never doubt it.”
A tender smile curves his lips. “If you really want another baby now, we’ll make it happen. I know having children means a lot to you. It’s my duty as your man to fulfill your wish. I trust you more than I trust myself, so I will change my life to suit yours. I’ve lived alone for far too long. I won’t let my doubts ruin it for the both of us.”
His words resonate deeply, and I admire his unwavering commitment to my happiness. But I won’t let our relationship be a one-sided affair. So I reach out to him, conveying my disagreement. “Jack, happiness is a two-way street.”
He traces the outline of the condom. “Are you really willing to wait for me, even without knowing how long it will be?”
“Bringing a person into this world is a monumental decision. We both need to be ready. And honestly, I’m not ready right now either,” I reply, my hand finding its place on his shoulder. “And you’ve got to know this, Jack. Having you in my life brings me more joy than the prospect of having more children.”
It’s the truth, but I have faith that he won’t shatter my dream of having a big family. His past could create some obstacles, but I won’t let that affect us. I’m bigger than his past. He’ll choose me over it. Sooner rather than later, he will realize that granting my wish is not just about putting me first but also enriching both of us.
Jack’s hand shrouds mine, radiating warmth. It could be from the teacup he just puts down, but I believe it’s just his nature. Always warm, always comforting.
“You’ve changed my life, Ava,” he confides. “Unexpectedly, at a speed I could never have imagined. You and Quinton have made me a better man, nothing that the military or anyone else can ever do. I want you to know that.” His touch is gentle as he caresses my face. “I know you could live without me, but I hope you never do.”
I know how to rely on myself when a situation demands it. So, it wouldn’t be true to say that I can’t live without Jack. I could, but I never want to. I have a man whom I trust completely, and I want to depend on him for everything. And it feels incredible to have such a person in your life.
“Living without you would be like living with a jagged shard buried in my heart. I’d survive, but I’d slowly drown in my own blood,” I respond deliberately as if trying to comprehend how it would feel. “I know pain. But that kind of pain is one that I’d struggle to bear.”
He crashes his mouth onto mine. As I get lost in the contact, a strong force pulls me off the chair, and I feel as if I’m floating. I hold onto him tightly, my heart racing as something halts me from sliding, in addition to his hands. His bulge rests underneath my crotch like a rock on a climbing wall.
Jack settles me on the balcony balustrade, getting me to lean on a pillar. He breaks the kiss with reluctance, then murmurs, “I still haven’t reconciled with my past. You may need to wait, but I’ll make it worth your while.”
Still scorching from his previous kiss, I can only sigh my acceptance.
He rewards me with yet another kiss, his lips exploring mine with a hunger that matches my own. I tilt my head, seeking a better angle, and our tongues dance in sync, a delicious tango of desire.
I feel a hand supporting the small of my back while another hand tackles the buttons of my shorts. His touch sends electric currents through my body, igniting a fire deep within me. His finger slips under my panties, teasingly sliding inside my wetness.
“Damn, you’ve started without me,” he comments.
And he’s already hard!
Jack’s tongue intertwines with mine once again, exploring the depths of my mouth with a fervor that matches his finger’s rhythm. He adds another finger, stretching me in the most pleasurable way. Every glide of his skilled digits propels me closer to the edge of ecstasy. The tantalizing build-up weakens me, teasing my senses, heightening my craving for the release that only Jack can fulfill .
I release a grunt.
Jack chuckles. “You know, you’re attractive when you’re impatient.”
With a slow and gentle motion, Jack’s fingers sail deeper. I drive my hips forward, hungry for his offering. The sensation of his fingers plunging into me takes me to a place where colors explode like a shower of confetti. It’s blinding, it’s messy, it’s fucking spectacular!
Heat coats my neck, the tremor in my core reverberating like a chain reaction. Lost in the moment, I almost forget that I’m perched on a balustrade, and I’m nowhere near the pillar that once supported me. In a sudden twist, I lose my balance and begin to tumble backward, but Jack is there, catching me effortlessly. “Losing focus, are we?” he teases, his voice filled with playful affection.
Despite the unexpected interruption, my senses remain heightened. “Thanks to you,” I reply, shifting the blame to him.
He steadies me. It’s pitch-black out here, the only source of light emanating from the kitchen window. But desires have a way of transcending darkness. Their presence is always palpable. I anticipate his next words, but his patience puts me to shame.
“What I said remains true,” he asserts. “You’re mine, and I’ll give you anything you wish for. It’s how I find pleasure. So, baby, tell me, what do you want?”
“Why is it always about me?”
“I have a weakness for feeling desired by you. When you moan in my ear, when you try to resist, clenching my cock—that. That’s what turns me on.”
His admission, the way he describes it, unleashes my fantasy. As surety settles, I let arousal take over. A woman deserves to dream, to make those dreams a reality with the right partner by her side.
I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, clinging to the nape of his neck. “Carry me.” The whisper launches out of my mouth with urgency.
As he lowers his pants, I fumble to unbutton his shirt. With each button released, his chiseled muscles are unveiled, a sight that has become familiar but never fails to entice me. His rigid cock springs forth above his powerful thighs. I have come to know his body intimately. As formidable as he is now, he’s just getting started.
I take his throbbing length in my palm, feeling its heat and weight, my fingers instinctively exploring every ridge and contour. The crown glistens with beads of precum.
“Ah, damn!” he exclaims, his sensitivity momentarily overwhelming him.
“You know I love touching you.” It’s a privilege to touch a man as stunning as him, to explore every inch of his body.
He responds with an intoxicating growl, giving me permission to indulge in his manhood however I please. I pull my T-shirt over my head, letting Jack pepper my breasts with quick kisses while simultaneously reaching into my shorts’ pocket, searching for the condom.
Once he sheathes himself, he lifts me effortlessly off the railing, allowing me to remove my shorts completely. As if driven by a silent command, I spread my legs, inviting him in. He hooks his hands under my ass cheeks, pulling me to straddle his waist. I wrap my legs tightly around him, rocking against his length. With one hand holding me, he deftly flicks the door handle down and uses his leg to kick the door open.
We slip inside, barely making a sound, and Jack swiftly turns us around, pressing my back against the door. He maintains control, ensuring it doesn’t slam and potentially startle Quinton. With my back pressed firmly against the wooden surface, I watch as passion erases his tiredness. I lay a challenge to him, “No walls.”
A smile spreads across his face. “You want me real deep?”
I nod amid the rising heat. We’ve barely started, and I know my imagination only scratches the surface of how intense it could be.
Jack takes a step back, guiding me away from the door. With his strong arms, he lifts me, my body weightless in his embrace. The tip of his cock brushes against my crotch, seeking entrance. I’m slick everywhere, so I rock myself against his hard-on, guiding him to find the sweet spot.
I cling to him as the position demands. Making love in an upright position, face-to-face—a threesome with gravity—lays bare the unity Jack and I share. This is more than a tango. With the position our bodies have committed to, it truly takes two to keep this union on course. There’s no part of me that doesn’t touch him. In return, he gives everything he’s got to support me, a kind of reciprocity that brings a sense of safety and treasured intimacy.
A moan escapes my lips as he steadily lowers me onto him. I’m fastened to him, allowing me to loosen my grip on his neck, surrendering. The sensation is overwhelming, as if the impalement itself is what keeps me alive.
I moan his name, the sound echoing in the hallway.
“That’s what I love to hear, baby.” His grunt of approval fuels my desire even more as he rubs me up and down his cock.
With each rocking motion, my walls squeeze with heat. My arms wrap tightly around his neck, and my legs locked around his hips. The pressure prompts him to withdraw, only to thrust back in, a move that drives us both to the edge.
While he manages to hold back his release, I can’t contain myself any longer. A climax washes over me, my body convulsing in a frenzy of pleasure. As the balls of fire burst, a wave of intense heat leaves me unable to move.
Jack repositions me, his muscly arms cradling my body as if rescuing me from a faint. As he withdraws his length, a tickling sensation dances along the curve of my pelvis. His confident grin warns me to be careful what I wish for, but I’ve yearned for this moment for so long. Now, with one of the best Marines at my disposal, the vision of heaven eradicates any lingering need for rest.
I adjust my legs, aligning my body perfectly to his. Arching my back, I fling my arms behind his neck, locking eyes with him to express my gratitude for all he’s done for me. His hands firmly support me, providing a solid foundation. Our bodies reconnect, my dripping core embracing the tip of his throbbing manhood once again.
In a bold move, his hand shifts up to encircle my waist, leaving only one hand supporting my ass. “Let go of your left arm, sweetheart,” he requests.
I comply, and in the same instant, he propels me further up, effortlessly thrusting his manhood deeper inside me. My inner thigh muscles exert themselves to counter the impact. My head jerks back as my chest opens up. With precise timing, he dips his face into the valley between my breasts, using his arm around my waist to hold me tightly in place. My breasts respond eagerly, rising with a newfound sexual excitement that feels as if he has invented it just for me.
“G-god, Jack!” I scream, my free hand flailing against his chest, the heat of our bodies mingling in the air. My fingers finally find his nipple, hard and erect, mirroring my own. I rub it, pinching it with a desperate fervor. A groan escapes his lips, its sheer sexiness making me confident no one else could replicate it.
As I descend, I grip him with both arms again. He takes the opportunity to reach my nape. His lips trail a path of generous kisses, even sucking a patch of skin on the side of my neck, nibbling it.
I respond to his move by saying, “I love you, Jack Kelleher.” The words flow out in a whisper, but their intensity matches a booming shout.
“I love you, too. More than anything. You know that.”
“And I need you.” The declaration burns through me like a possession. “Now!” I’m not a pushy type, but in this moment, with a true partner, I allow myself to.
Something unlocks within him. He’s ready, oh God, yes, he’s ready. His hips shudder with an urgent speed, his length ravaging my canal with an even greater ferocity. Amid the burning pain, he squeezes my buttocks together, creating unbelievable friction. He grunts, surprised by the tightness he has created.
Struggling to hold back his release, he hits my spot, causing me to bury my face against the curve of his shoulder, muffling my scream and nearly biting into his muscular mound. “Jack…” My voice barely a breath, yet filled with a rawness that seems to reverberate through him.
“Let me hear it. Let me hear you call my name,” he huffs impatiently.
“Jack…” I respond with a hint of suffering and satedness.
“I’m gonna cum now, sweetheart.”
I hum, my head nodding against the side of his neck. His vertical thrusts drive me to another powerful climax. My four limbs strain to maintain my upright position, face-to-face with him. It’s not enough for me to simply feel his release; I need to witness it in the depth of his eyes.
Our bodies move together as I observe pleasure consuming him. Even in the dim light, desires can be seen, just as the satisfaction of a man can be felt. His gaze softens, blurred by sheer ecstasy. His mouth opens, exhaling hot breath that brushes against my face like a sea breeze at the height of summer. His smile spreads to my lips.
He guides me through the bedroom doorway, his footsteps whispering on the carpet. A captivating fragrance envelops us, a tantalizing mixture of musk and lust. Even after our wild lovemaking, a display of prowess only few possess, his control remains palpable as he gently lowers me onto the soft sheets.
He lies beside me, cuddling me like he doesn’t want to part. His voice, low and filled with satisfaction, caresses my ear as he whispers, “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.”
Doesn’t he know what he’s done?
“Every time we make love, it’s more than just sex.” I cup his chin. “It’s amazing sex.”