Chapter 12 #3
“You’ll enjoy the diaries. Amelia goes into a lot of detail about her sister and brother. It seems like she was particularly close to her brother, Gordon.”
He chuckled. “To be honest, my mother is chomping at the bit to see those diaries. I’ve been holding her off ever since Gus told her what you found.”
Charli’s eyes widened. “You should give them to her. They belong to your family.”
He shook his head slowly. “Not yet. Something tells me that you and I should read them first. Maybe they’ll help us figure out what’s going on.”
He dragged his thumb across her palm again and smiled when she shivered. “Mom did mention the other day that she wants to stop by the compound, see if she can help out anywhere.”
When Charli grinned, he added. “Actually, I think she just really wants to meet you. And I figure she’d probably cause more problems than she’d solve.
But Gus and the guys would be happy to see her.
” He stopped and smiled. “She always brings them treats whenever she visits one of our construction sites.”
Charli snickered and gave him a playful smile. “She’d cause more problems than she’d solve? You mean like I do?”
Jack laughed. “Exactly like that.” He raised her hand to his mouth and gave her palm a sucking kiss. “But seriously, I would like you to meet my parents soon. They’ve been asking me about you since you met Janie at the office.”
Charli was staring at her hand as his tongue streaked across her skin again. Her mouth dropped open and her breathing became rapid, her breasts pushing against the fabric of her tight black dress.
Jack’s body tightened as desire coursed through him. He glanced around and signaled the waiter. “Check!”
They couldn’t get out of there fast enough, and he practically dragged her out of the restaurant and along the pathway through the island.
As they neared the cottage, Charli huffed. “What’s the hurry, Jack?”
He stopped and pressed her into the rough bark of a nearby palm tree, his mouth capturing hers.
His fingers wove through her hair, holding her still as he devoured her.
His hands drifted down her body until they reached the hem of her dress, and his fingers slipped beneath to grasp the full globes of her ass.
She moaned as he ground himself into her, wiggling her hips in encouragement.
Feeling himself approaching the point of no return, he yanked back, panting.
“Come on. We’re almost there.” He resumed their fast walk, and all but ran as they neared the porch.
He pushed inside the cottage and pulled her into his arms as he closed the door behind them, backing her up against the cool surface.
Charli seemed to come alive in his arms, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. He kicked off his shoes as her quick hands removed the rest of his clothes.
In an impressively quick motion, she turned him back into the door.
His breath caught in his throat and he swallowed hard when she knelt in front of him, massaging his cock as she stared up into his eyes.
He blinked rapidly, wondering if his imagination had gone into overdrive or if this was really happening.
Holding his gaze, she grinned as she leaned in and lightly licked him from root to tip.
His chest began to heave when she swirled her tongue around his tip and opened her mouth, taking him in fully.
He groaned, his head dropping back and his hands reaching for her head as she worshiped the length of him with her mouth and hands.
“Charli,” he gasped. He could feel himself reaching the point of no return and threaded his fingers through her hair, enjoying a few more seconds of her torture before pulling her back. “Wait, baby. I don’t want to finish this way.”
She moaned a soft protest and stood, leaning up for a soft kiss.
Before he could do anything else, she led him toward the oversized blue leather couch, pushing him down in the middle.
He sat in shock and stared at her, letting her take control as she pulled her dress off and wriggled out of her panties.
His mouth went dry at her luscious curves.
Charli licked her lips as she climbed on top of him and rubbed her breasts across his chest. “Ahhh...I love this feeling,” she breathed into his mouth.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, his arms locked around her as his lips captured hers.
He rocked his hips up dragging his hard cock against her moist and swollen cleft.
Her head dropped back on a moan and he took advantage, running his mouth along her neck.
He bit down lightly when he reached the juncture of her neck and shoulder, then sucked the spot.
Charli squirmed in his arms and eased back, her hand braced on his chest. Holding his gaze, she lifted up and positioned his cock at her wet entrance. They moaned together as she slowly sank down onto him, carefully taking him in inch by inch.
Once he was fully seated inside her, he grabbed her ass with both hands and held her firmly in place. His fingers squeezed her flesh when she squirmed in his arms. “Hold still, baby. Give me a second,” he begged.
She tilted his head up and smiled, seeming to understand that he needed a moment. She kissed him softly as they clung to each other, her core squeezing around him.
He gave a choked laugh. “You do that again and I’m done.”
Charli leaned back, giving him a mischievous grin. “What? This?” she asked as she constricted around him again.
Jack moaned and grit his teeth at the intense sensation, but it was nothing compared to what came next.
Charli planted her hands on his chest and began to ride him, working her hips in a steady, hypnotic rhythm.
She tossed her head back and picked up the pace, seeming to lose herself in the moment and working them both toward their climaxes.
My god, this woman is incredible...
Within moments, he felt her pulse around his cock as she shrieked, her entire body tensing and shivering. His hold was steely as he followed her over the edge, his body clenching as he reached his peak. He groaned, dropping his head on her chest as he rode the wave.
Panting, they melted into each other, neither moving an inch. After several minutes, she mumbled something into his shoulder, and slowly he lifted his head up.
“Huh?” he asked, his brain numb. He clenched his eyes, trying to shake away his disorientation.
She turned her head, still laying on his shoulder, and smiled. “I said that was beyond extraordinary.” She cupped his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. “I literally saw stars.”
Jack chuckled and took a deep breath. “Same for me, baby. For a moment I thought my eyes would be permanently crossed.”
“Mmmmmm,” she mumbled, closing her eyes. “Can we just stay here all night? Just like this?”
“Mmmmmm,” he echoed, rubbing his hands up and down her back. “I can see the appeal, but the bed would be much more comfortable.” He squeezed her ass and sighed. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up and then we can snuggle.”
She mumbled her agreement and let him lead her into the bathroom. He wiped both of them down and they crawled under the covers together.
Charli curled on her side and draped herself over his body, releasing a deep contented sigh. “I can’t remember when I ever felt this good,” she mumbled into his chest.
“Hmmmmm.” Jack kissed her temple, his hand softly stroking her back. “Me either. I could lay here forever with you and be happy.” He smiled when Charli softly kissed his chest. They both slowly drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
A puff of wind rustled the page and Jack planted his thumb as he continued to read. His hammock swayed slightly from the breeze as he carefully turned the page.
April 20, 1868
Today is Elizabeth’s wedding day. Mother and Father are extremely pleased, but I don’t think Elizabeth is as happy.
She is to be wed to Timothy Sullivan, a very wealthy wrecker.
He is old and paunchy and, even worse, his breath smells like dead fish and tobacco all the time.
Plus, his muttonchops are ridiculous. They are overgrown and nearly reach his shoulders.
But as I watch Elizabeth prepare for the ceremony today, I do have to say she makes a beautiful bride.
Her white-blonde hair is artfully braided and pinned up in a most appealing fashion and her dress is a cloud of lace.
But I swear if Mother and Father force me to marry, I will run away. I truly will.
Jack chuckled at Amelia’s description of his many-times great grandparents, nearly able to picture the scene in his mind. He was so absorbed in the diary that he didn’t see the shadow approach and jumped when drops of cold water fell on his hot skin.
“What’s so funny?” Charli asked, an adorable smirk that he wanted to lick off on her face as she hovered over him.
He took a deep breath and released it slowly, staring at her figure standing over him. That morning, they had stopped by the gift shop where Charli had picked out a bikini.
He nearly sighed audibly as he stared at her—the bright purple color of the fabric perfectly complimented her eyes and made them seem to glow, especially with her wet hair slicked back.
Even better was that the scant purple material hugged her curves perfectly, leaving very little to the imagination.
He was suddenly amazed that she was here with him.
How in the hell did I get so lucky?
Her smirk deepened. “Well?”
Jack blinked at her. “Did you say something?”
Charli chuckled and shook her head, sending cold droplets all over his body again, making him shiver. “You were laughing at something. What was so funny?”
“Oh!” Jack replied, leveraging up to a seated position, the hammock wobbling precariously before he planted his feet.
He held the diary up. “Amelia’s talking about her sister’s wedding.
Apparently, she didn’t think much of my great-great-great-great-great grandfather. Her descriptions are pretty amusing.”