Jack's Devotion

Chapter Six

Madison

" Y ou're sleeping in my bed, baby." Jack scowls at me from across said bed, looking like a cranky beast. One I'd really like to jump right now. I've been thinking about it all night. Jumping him, I mean. Which means sleeping in this bed with him is a bad, bad idea.

"We can't sleep together, Jack!" I protest. "We barely even know each other."

Apparently, that's the wrong thing to say. Because as soon as the words are out of my mouth, he's no longer on the opposite side of his massive four-poster bed. He's storming around the side of it toward me. And I'm not nearly as fast as he is.

I make a beeline for the door, but I'm too little, too late.

I end up backed into a corner. The only place to go is over the bed to the other side.

Why does that sound like a bad idea to me?

I try it anyway…

And I end up on my back with his ridiculously hard body pressed to mine.

"Jack," I groan.

"Yeah, keep fighting me like that," he growls, burying his face in my throat as I wiggle and squirm beneath him…not entirely sure if I'm trying to buck him off or get more of him all over me. The latter, I think. He feels so damn good on top of me. "You feel like heaven squirming all over my cock, Madison."

I sob his name, scratching down his back.

"Ah, fuck." He bites my throat, thrusting his thigh between my legs to spread them open.

I sob again when I feel his erection against my sex.

"You're sleeping in this bed," he growls against my skin, bucking against me like he's fucking me. At this point, he might as well be. His erection keeps hitting the exact right spot, and with every pass, I want him more and more.

"You don't know me!"

"So tell me what I don't know."

"I…I…" He makes it sound so easy. But my life hasn't been all rainbows and kittens since I left. It's been the exact opposite of that. And maybe he wants me in his bed right now. But he still thinks I'm the pretty little angel he met seven years ago. I haven't been her in seven years, though. I couldn't be her and survive out there.

"Tell me, baby. Who are you? What are you so afraid I won't like?"

"I lived in my car in Los Angeles," I whisper.

He stills on top of me.

"F-for a while."

"How long?"

"Almost a year before I was able to move into a shelter."

"Jesus," he mutters, his lips still against my skin. "How did you survive, baby?"

I squeeze my eyes closed. "I had a fake ID so I w-worked in a bar." Humiliation climbs up my throat. "But I stole things, too. I l-lied to everyone."

Eventually, I managed to get a little apartment with another girl from the shelter. It wasn't much. Actually, it was awful. Nothing worked right. Everything was old and rusted. But it was shelter. I found a better job. I found a better place. They paid for me to take classes.

It was a long, slow climb out of a dark, dank hole.

He growls softly, pulling back slightly. I feel his eyes on me, his gaze heavy. "And you think that makes you less worthy?"

"I don't know," I whisper, refusing to open my eyes to look at him. "You offered to marry me. But you're a billionaire with all your companies. Maybe you shouldn't be tied to someone who committed a bunch of crimes."

"Look at me, Madison." His hand curves around my jaw, forcing my head up. " Look at me ."

I reluctantly open my eyes to see him staring at me with this look that's… God, it's everything. It's so damn fierce and possessive, so raw and proud .

"You survived ," he says, his voice a dark rasp as he dips his head. He wrecks me with his lips and words, dragging them down the side of my throat as he whispers his perspective to me. "When you had nowhere to go and no one to turn to, you survived. You took care of yourself. You kept yourself safe. You fed yourself. You protected yourself. And you did it in a world that isn't kind, especially to women out there on their own."

"Jack."

"You're a warrior, baby." He nips my shoulder before lifting his lips to my ear. "I'm proud of you."

I whimper wordlessly, my heart in a vise. He's trying to snatch it out of my chest and claim it as his. I freaking know he is. And I'm not doing anything to stop him.

"Knowing how you survived out there on your own doesn't make me want you any less. If anything, it makes me want you in this bed even more," he growls, his fingertips digging into my hips as his teeth scrape down the tendon in the side of my neck. "I want you right here where I can pamper and spoil you. That's what you deserve. It's what you always deserved."

"You aren't playing fair," I whisper, my voice shaking.

"Yeah? Why is that?"

"You're supposed to be horrified."

"Oh, I am," he grunts. "I'm fucking horrified that you were forced to live that way. I'm horrified that you think I could ever think less of you for it. And I'm horrified that your bastard of a father is still breathing right now. But horrified by you?" His gorgeous blue eyes lock with mine, the truth reflecting like stars. "Never."

"I'm not supposed to fall in love with you."

"Yeah?" He grins like I just told him the best thing he's ever heard. "What if I tell you that it's not falling? It's accepting the inevitable."

I stare at him with wide eyes, my heart pounding like an out-of-control metronome. Mostly because I think he's probably right. Whatever this is between us does feel inevitable. He feels inevitable. He always has. And that's…terrifying.

My father stripped everything away from me when I was cowering in that closet, listening to him plan how to kill me. But Jack? Jack is something he wasn't ever able to take. He was the one piece of my past I still had, the one part I clung to with both hands. Even though he was never really mine, he always felt like he belonged to me.

What happens if I lose it? Lose him?

"I looked for you," he says softly, nuzzling his face against my throat.

"What? When? Why?"

"Because you've always been my ghost." His breath pelts my skin. "Christ, Madison. I shouldn't have felt the way I did. It was so goddamn wrong. But after you disappeared, you haunted me. So I looked for you. I knew you emptied his safe and drove out of town. I hoped that meant you were where you wanted to be." He sighs. "I should have looked harder."

"You didn't know."

"I should have. The longer you were gone with no trace…" He sighs again. "I should have looked."

"Jack." I lick my lips, suddenly nervous in a way I don't think I've ever been. "Have you…um…you've been single for seven years, haven't you?"

"I've never been in a relationship, Madison."

"Have you d-dated anyone at all since I disappeared?"

He lifts his head, his gaze tangling with mine. Before he even opens his mouth, I see the truth written across his gorgeous face. "You already know the answer to that question, baby," he says quietly. "It's the same reason you haven't dated anyone since we met, isn't it?"

"I…I…" God, why does it feel like I can't breathe?

"Isn't it, baby?"

"Yes," I whisper, my voice a mere scrap of sound.

The truth lands loud between us anyway. Jack shudders on top of me, something wholly possessive flaring bright as the sun in his eyes.

"You've always felt like mine, haven't you?"

I nod, my mouth bone dry.

"That's why you belong in this bed," he growls. "That's why you're marrying me. And that's why this shit between us won't ever end, Madison. You're mine, the same goddamn way I'm yours." His lips crash against mine, his kiss a vow, a claim. A brand.

I cry out against his lips, arching beneath him. He rocks his hips into mine as he devours my mouth, his erection gliding against my clit with startling accuracy again.

"Jack," I gasp, clinging to him.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He breaks from my lips to kiss his way down my throat again. "You like when I'm all over you, don't you?"

"Yes." I pull his hair, trying to push him lower. I want that wicked mouth around my nipples. They ache so damn bad right now. And I'm done denying that this is what I want. He knows the truth now, and he's still right here, still touching me like I'm priceless. Still whispering to me like I'm the best thing in his life. I'm not crazy enough to tell him that I'm not. If he wants me, warts and all, then I'm his.

He chuckles, lifting me slightly to drag my shirt and bra up my body. I shiver beneath him as he lays me back, his wild eyes raking over me. Maybe I should feel shy or embarrassed—no one has ever seen me this naked before now. But it's impossible to feel anything but desire with the way he's looking at me like I'm something he wants to devour.

"Fuck," he growls, reaching out with a shaking hand to run it down my belly. "I can't wait to see this growing with my kid, Madison."

"Jack," I groan, trying to press my legs together. Except…I can't do that with him between them. "Do you really want to get me pregnant or are you just saying that?"

His eyes flash to mine. He holds my gaze as he reaches between us. I hold my breath as he pops the button on his pants and then releases the zipper.

"Eyes on the prize, Madison," he orders, reaching inside his pants.

My gaze drifts down, my heart pounding against my ribcage.

"Oh my god," I whisper, heat coursing through me in waves when he pulls his dick out. "Jack, I…you…" He's a monster. And I'm a virgin. Sure, I have toys and I've used my fingers, but he is neither of those things. He's going to split me apart at the seams. "Virgin."

His lips kick up into a smirk that's far too sexy. "You asking or telling, baby?"

"Telling," I gasp, my voice strangled.

"You should be asking too."

"Why?" I frown at him, trying to think through the desire coursing through me. "I don't care if you're a virgin, Jack. You aren't less worthy of me if you aren't. Your life didn't start the day you met me. I'd never think it should have." No one is more or less worthy of love because they have or haven't had sex. That's ridiculous. He's a decade older than I am. It's wild to assume that he should have the same experience I do when he's lived years longer than I have. We're not the same in a lot of ways. Of course we have different experiences.

"Maybe it didn't," he says, his smirk growing. "But I was too goddamn busy to bother, Madison. And then I met this pretty little angel I couldn't have and no one else would suffice. My hand has been busy, baby."

"I can see why," I mumble, staring at his cock. My tongue skates across my bottom lip. "Jesus, Jack. That thing is impressive."

"Glad you approve," he murmurs, working his fist up and down the shaft. "He's this fucking hard because of you. Because the thought of slipping inside that tight little hole and leaving you nice and bred?" He groans, squeezing tighter. "Christ, Madison. You have no idea how many times I've thought about it today."

"What's stopping you?" I ask, my voice shaking.

"Right now? Those pants." He flicks his gaze up at me, his eyes dark. "And the fact that I haven't eaten you yet. I'm definitely getting my mouth on you before I get inside you. Been thinking about that all day, too."

"Do I get to put mine on you too?" I think I'd like that…him in my mouth, at my mercy. Him, growling and cursing and losing his mind because of me. Yeah, I'd definitely like that.

"Hell no."

I scowl at him, which just makes him chuckle.

"If you get your mouth on me, I'll be coming down that pretty throat, baby. And that isn't fucking happening." He releases his cock, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my pants. "Not until you're carrying my kid. After that? You can taste me as often as you'd like."

"I don't like this plan."

"Which part?"

"The waiting to taste you part."

"Too bad." He yanks my pants down, still smirking at me like the devil. I think he might be. And I feel a little bit like a goddess when I'm bare beneath him and he's growling and staring at me like I'm the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

"Jesus, baby," he groans. "I feel like such an asshole right now."

"Why?"

"Because my fantasies did not do you justice." He reaches out, running his thumb down my slit. "This is so fucking pretty."

I whimper, arching toward his hand.

"And the rest of you?" He shakes his head, staring in awe. " Goddamn ."

"Jack."

"Where should I start?"

"Anywhere," I cry. "Everywhere."

He falls forward, catching himself on his elbows at the last minute. "What about right here?" he breathes, turning his head to pull one nipple into his mouth.

I shout his name, my back bowing from the bed. "Yes, yes, there," I babble as he rakes the hard bud through his teeth, sending lava directly into my veins.

He pinches the other, rolling and teasing.

I pull his hair in response, which he really seems to like. At least judging from the way he bites me.

His hands rake down my sides, exploring my body in a way that's brand new and incendiary. He touches me like he knows exactly how to make me squirm, exactly how to make me whimper. This man is…Lord, he's going to change my whole damn world.

"I love the way you squirm and whimper when you want more, Madison," he murmurs, kissing his way down my belly. He lavishes attention on it, not like a man trying to placate me, but like one who can't get enough of it. I think he might be obsessed with my body. Not in a fetish type of way. But in a because-it's-me type of way.

He grips me tight, nuzzling and kissing. Growling and muttering. It's the sexiest thing, like he's talking to my body, heaping praise on it.

"Look how fucking sexy," he breathes. "Goddamn, this is all mine. Can't believe it." His tongue swirls around my belly button before he leaves a red mark right beside it. "All mine."

"Jack." I'm a puddle of need beneath him, wetter than I've ever been. More turned on than should be humanly possible.

He kisses lower, spreading my legs wide.

"Ah, baby, baby," he practically whimpers. "Look at it. Just fucking look."

He's killing me.

"You're so wet for me. So pink and swollen." He runs his nose up the juncture of my thigh, spreading my lips with two fingers. "That little clit is just begging for me, Madison. So is that tasty little hole. It's fucking dripping." He grinds his hips against the bed. "Goddammit. I want to eat and fuck it at the same time."

He hasn't even touched my pussy, and I think I might come. Is it possible for a voice to do that to you? The evidence points to yes.

"Please, Jack."

"Please, what, baby? Tell me what you want."

Maybe this is the part where I'm supposed to clam up and get shy and refuse to use my voice. But…I stopped being that girl seven years ago. This version of me? She speaks up. She advocates. She knows what she wants. And right now, she really, really wants this man all over her.

"Please, eat me," I beg. "I need it."

"Say the words, Madison," he growls. "I want to hear that sweet little voice begging me to eat your cunt. Tell me that you want to come all over my face."

"M-make me come all over your face, Jack," I groan, rocking beneath him. "Eat my pussy. Please ."

He roars like a wild beast set loose, launching himself at me. He lands face first between my legs, licking me from top to bottom. I shout his name, my hips jolting from the bed as a blast of pleasure rips through me hot and fast.

"Fucking delicious little cunt," he snarls, batting my clit with his tongue as I sob and cling to the sheets, holding on for dear life. Jack is a wild man. I always knew that…but he proves it now. He eats me like he has no manners, loud and messy and so damn good .

His tongue circles my entrance before he thrusts it inside, fucking me with it. He forces it deep, like he's trying to taste every inch of me inside and out. His nose presses against my clit. He takes the opportunity and grinds it against me, adding to the onslaught of pleasure roaring through my veins.

The whole time, he mutters and growls and curses, grinding his hips against the bed like he's searching for relief. It's like a switch flipped and funny, ridiculous Jack has gone feral in the most delicious way possible.

"Fucking come, Madison," he growl, swatting my clit. "Let me have it."

I shout in surprise as that little spank sends a shock of pleasure through me. Why does that feel good? Why do I love it?

He does it again, a little harder this time.

I come on his tongue, splintering into tiny fragments of bliss. Stars pop and fizzle behind my eyelids, blood rushing in my ears in a torrent of sound.

"Goddamn," Jack growls from between my legs, crawling up over my body. "I need to feel that on my cock, baby." He kisses me long and deep, and I taste myself on his lips. I moan into the kiss, aching in a way I never have before. I want him in a way I don't think I've ever wanted anything, not even justice.

"Jack," I whisper. "I need you."

"You already have me." He kisses my cheeks, my eyelids, lacing our fingers together as he draws them up over my head. My legs wrap around his waist, his erection nudging at my entrance. "I'm right here, Madison."

"I need you inside me."

"I will be inside you. When I decide." He nips my shoulder before returning to my mouth. For a long time, he holds himself completely still, kissing me softly, sweetly, like he has all night.

I whimper, writhing beneath him as he slowly pushes forward, sinking into me inch by torturously slow inch. He doesn't stop kissing me, doesn't let go of my hands. He just inches forward, completely surrounding me. The rest of the world ceases to exist in this moment. It's just me and Jack.

"You feel that, Madison?" he rasps against my lips, his forehead resting against mine. "Feel how full you are right now?"

"Yes," I sob.

"You were made to take me, baby. Every inch is yours."

I whimper, rocking my hips in a bid to take more. It doesn't hurt. It feels…God, it feels like finding a little slice of heaven. One more beautiful than I expected. One more profound than anticipated.

How am I ever going to guard my heart against him when I'm pretty sure it's been his for seven years?

There's a tiny pinch, so fleeting it barely registers, before he slides all the way inside. His hips come to rest against mine.

"It's you and me now, baby," he breathes, brushing his lips against my shoulder. "Just you and me."

My inner muscles clench around him in response.

"Fuck," he groans. "Do that again."

I do it again.

He bites my shoulder this time, easing out slightly before thrusting forward.

I tug against his hold, desperate to get my hands on him.

"Nah, Madison. Just like this," he murmurs. "I want you nice and slow until you're ready to come all over me again."

"Jack, please."

"Begging won't save you." He pulses his hips, fucking me exactly like he said—nice and slow. Shallow. It's torture of the best kind. His body is a cage around me. He gives me just enough to make me crazy, but not enough to get me there. It's a merciless dance, one he controls entirely.

"You're t-torturing me," I sob.

"No. I'm fucking you," he corrects, dragging my nipple through his teeth. "My way. My speed. Until you crack. That's what I want, Madison. I want you to crack. I want you crazy. I want you so fucking desperate, you can't imagine not having me inside you."

I already can't imagine it. His body was made for mine, or mine was made for him. We were made for this. We fit together like we were always supposed to be here. And it feels so fucking good.

"Please," I beg. "Please, Jack."

"Not yet," he breathes against my skin, continuing his torment. Slow and shallow. Gliding into me and then pulling back. Again and again and again until I'm dizzy and sobbing, frantic with the need to come. It bubbles under my skin, erupting in a cry of surrender as I give myself over to him entirely. Every damn piece of me, body and soul.

"That's it," he croons when I melt beneath him, no longer fighting him for what I want, but surrendering to what he gives me. His lips brush mine in a proud kiss…and then he snaps his hips back.

I shout his name, my body arching as he drives into me hard and deep.

"I decide in this bed, Madison," he breathes. "Not because you can't, but because you don't have to, baby. It's my turn to take care of you. It's my turn to give you what you need." He pounds into me without mercy now, stealing my breath with every hard thrust. "I'll fuck you exactly the way you need to be fucked every damn time."

"Please, please," I sob, so close. So damn close.

"You want to come for me?"

"Yes. No." I turn my head, sinking my teeth into his upper arm.

He groans against my skin. "What do you want, hmm? What is it that has you ready to come all over me?"

"I want you to fill me up the way you promised. Breed me, Jack."

His roar is so damn sexy. So is the way he unravels on top of me, dragged right to the edge of sanity by one little sentence, spoken in truth. He snaps his hips against mine, fucking me like a machine hellbent on toppling me over the edge. His hands are all over me…mouth, too.

I sob beneath him, dragged right to the edge alongside him as he wrecks and ruins me, fucking me like he's on a mission.

"You want me to breed you, baby?" he growls against my skin. "You want me to plant my seed so deep my baby takes root?" His hips buck against mine, his cock so deep I'm going to feel him tomorrow. "Then come all over me and make it easy for, Madison. Get yourself nice and ready for me."

"Please. Oh god, please."

He slips his hand between our bodies, his thumb grinding against my clit. "I feel how close you are. Your body is begging for my cum, Madison." His teeth scrape my shoulder. "Be a good girl for me and come."

I can't hold it off, not when he's relentless and implacable. Not when he's all over me like he is. I sob and writhe and burn , shattering beneath him. He groans when he feels it, pumping inside me without rhythm.

"That's it," he groans. "Come all over my fucking cock, baby. Don't stop now. Milk my seed from me."

My body clamps down on his even tighter, waves of pleasure ripping through me in a tsunami of ecstasy.

He growls, planting himself deep.

I gasp, rocking beneath him as his cock pulses inside me, and he comes, emptying himself inside me in hard spurts that leave me warm and sticky and full…so damn full.

"Jack, Jack," I chant, writhing all over his cock. Unable to stop myself. He's so damn beautiful when he's coming apart for me.

"Madison," he breathes, trembling above me, strong and fierce and…beautiful. He dips his head, claiming my lips in a savage kiss as he rolls us so I'm on top of him, plastered across his chest with his cock still inside me.

I shift to move off him, but he grabs my ass.

"Nu-uh. You're sleeping right there, baby."

I lift my head, eyeing him in shock. "That…we can't do that."

"Oh, we can." He smirks. "We are. Can't have any dripping out of you."

"Jack," I hiss, my cheeks blazing with heat. Why does that sound so dirty when he's still inside me, still semi-hard?

"You heard me, baby. It stays in." He cocks a brow at me, palming my ass. "If any drips out, you'll put it back."

I faceplant against his chest, whimpering. "I can't have a conversation with him. He's lost his mind."

"Uh, he is right here, and he can hear you."

"He was supposed to hear me," I mutter. "He's a madman."

His body shakes with laughter beneath mine. "Mad about you, Madison."

"And now he thinks he's a poet, too."

"No." He brushes hair away from my face. "I'm just speaking facts, baby. I'm mad about you." He cups my cheek. "Have been for seven damn years."

I swallow hard, peeking up at him. "I might know how that feels."

"Yeah? Then I guess you know how far I'm willing to go to keep you right here, don't you?"

"Maybe I do," I whisper, resting my head on his chest again. "Maybe I do."