19. Adair
19
ADAIR
I have a bunch of errands to run after I get out of work, so Jack beats me home. When I come into the living room, I laugh a little to see him sprawled out on the sofa, a beer in his hand again.
“Oh boy. How’d it go with the field trip? Were the kids as bad as you thought?” Jack doesn’t really respond. He blinks a couple of times and takes another pull off his beer before focusing his eyes on me.
My smile fades and I start to feel uneasy as I walk around and sit on the other side of the sofa. “Hey, Jack, is —are you OK?”
He takes a breath and blows out a deep sigh. My anxiety is climbing in my throat by the time he answers me.
“I think I met my niece.”
I don’t say anything for maybe ten seconds. “You have a niece?”
Jack’s eyes are vacant as he stares past me into nothing. “I think it has to be. I never knew Sarah had a kid, but it’s possible. These little shits were about nine, and she stopped talking to me ten years ago, so…” He lifts his shoulders in a shrug.
This is very weird. I frown, although now at least I have a name for this sister who evicted Jack from her life: Sarah . “So,what makes you think one of these kids was hers? ”
“Sarah and I don’t look much alike. She takes after my dad; I have more of my mom’s coloring and features. This kid is the honest-to-God spitting image of photos I’ve seen of my mom when she was a little girl.”
I’m not sure how to navigate this. “That’s still kind of specula —”
Jack interrupts me. “I didn’t even noticethe resemblance at first, though. I was paying as little attention to those hellions as possible. She wanted to know —” he huffs out a laugh that doesn’t have any humor in it, “ demanded to know why I had the same last name as her mom. I tried telling her lots of people can have the same last name, but then she kept running her mouth. Told me her last name is Porter because that’s her dad’s last name, but since her parents are divorced, her mom’s got what the kid called her ‘old last name.’”
“Let me guess,” I say. “Porter was Sarah’s married name.”
“Uh-huh. I had no idea she’d gotten divorced. Good fucking riddance.” Jack nods and tips his beer up to drain it. “The guy was a skirt-chasing dog. Don’t know what she ever saw in his stupid ass.”
“So, um…” I’m really not sure how to navigate this part. “Did you feel kind of like a connection or bond with this kid?”
Jack snorts. “ No . She was a fucking brat just like the rest of them.”
I snicker and scoot closer so I can elbow him in the ribs. “You have a thing for brats, though.” He scowls. I try a different angle. “What was her name?”
“Rosa.” After a pause, he adds, “ Oh , and my mom’s name is Rose, so…” He kind of makes a face and shakes his head hard as if trying to free himself from whatever thoughts are haunting him.
“What are you gonna do?”
He shrugs, his face now a mask of unapproachable, glowering indifference. “What is there to do? Doesn’t make a damn bit of difference to my life.”
“I mean, you could look her up on social media or —” I cut myself off and start laughing as the obvious hits me. “You could just call her.”
His brows lower. “You think I still have her in my contacts? I deleted everybody years ago.” When he says it, it strikes me that I don’t have the foggiest idea who actually would be in his contacts. Not like the man has friends. But his words — deleted everybody — give me a pang.
“It’s been ten years , though,” I argue. “ Obviously , a lot of shit has gone on between then and now —I mean, you have a niece you never knew about. It’s entirely possibleshe doesn’t feel the same way anymore.”
“I’m not —I’m done talking about it.”
A thought occurs to me. “If she’s using her maiden name, she probably never remarried,” I say slowly.
Jack frowns. “Not any of my fucking concern,” he snaps, his brow furrowing more deeply.
“Jack, she’s a single mom.” His eyes flash a warning. I pretend not to see it and plow ahead as another thought hits me. “You said Sarah stopped talking to you partly because you’d just had a fight with your brother-in-law. Since they’re divorced, I’d bet actual money she doesn’t give a flying fuck about his opinion anymore.”
“I said I’m done talking about it,” he growls as he glares at me.
“Geez, sorry,” I mutter.
Jack’s expression softens ever so slightly as he looks at me. He reaches out and threads his fingers through my hair, gripping tight to pull my face towards him. “ You’re the only brat I want on my mind right now,” he murmurs.
He gives me a light tap on the cheek with just enough force behind it that I think of him slapping my face hard. A shiver runs through me. That finally brings a smile to his lips —that wicked, predatory smile that just does things to me.
He stands up without letting go of my hair. I stifle a whimper. “Come,” he says as he pulls me towards the stairs.
A fter fucking my face until I’m a drooling, tear-streaked mess, Jack gives me a break. I catch my breath as he wraps his big hand around my cock.
“I, um —can I ask you something?” He looks at me with eyebrows raised. “Would you ever, instead of your hand… you know… I mean, do you even do that?”
His expression turns bemused. “Are you asking me to blow you?”
“Um, I guess? Would you… ever?”
Jack openly laughs. I look down with an embarrassed frown.
“If you don’t do that, it’s fine. I guess. I mean, it’s not really fair but whatever…” My words trail off into silence when I see that the smirk is off his face. Holy shit. He looks like he’s actually thinking about it.
“Have you ever gotten a blowjob before?” he asks abruptly.
I drop my head. I knew at some point that my luck would run out, that I’d have to fess up to Jack exactly how little experience I had before he came along.
“No,” I mumble. “Just hand stuff.”
“So how are you going to know if I’m any good or not? Maybe my talents will be wasted on you.” He’s back to taunting me, and I sigh.
“Alright, geez, you can just tell me no . You don’t have to make it a thing —” Whatever else I’m about to say flies out of my head when Jack hoists me up and tosses me onto the bed on my back.
“I’m not getting on my fucking knees,” he growls, arranging himself between my legs as I scoot back until my head is on the pillows. I want to point out he technically is on his knees here, but I’m not going to be petty and risk ruining this. He let go of my dick when he picked me up to throw me onto the bed, but now he puts his hand back on it.
My brain can barely process what my eyes are taking in. My breathing is shallow. I’m in awe that this is actually happening.
Jack lowers his face between my legs, stopping close enough to my cock that I can’t hold back a whine of anticipation. He gives the base of it a squeeze before his hand drifts down to fondle my balls. He glances up. “You’re not going to finish in my mouth. Got it?”
“Uh-huh, yeah.” I nod, but he doesn’t break his stare just yet. The mocking gleam is gone from his eyes. There’s a kind of hunger in them, but it’s different than when he’s just… taking me.
I can barely breathe as I watch his tongue dart out and swipe over the head of my cock. He laps up the precum there before aggressively probing my slit, as if hungry for more. For more of me. I have to shut my eyes so the sight of Jack like this combined with these new sensations doesn’t push me over the edge before I have a chance to really enjoy it.
“Oh God, holy shit,” I murmur as he encloses the head of my cock with his mouth and slides his lips down my shaft.