7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Emma
I wake up with a hard rod pressed into my back. Do you think I can wipe the smile off my face?
The sun is shining through the bedroom window already, something I’m so excited to get used to.
Home.
I’m not exactly sure what all of this means just yet. What I do know is that I’ve fallen hard and fast for my father’s best friend. He might be a bit rough around the edges, he’s wounded from the things he’s been through, but hey, I’m not perfect either.
A smile spreads across my lips as Jack moves against me, his sleepy mumbles moving to the crook of my neck. The roughness of his beard feels nice against my skin and I’m taken back to last night.
Everything about it was perfect.
And right now, with the pressure hardened in my back, I think it’s about to happen all over again.
I wiggle back and push my ass against Jack. He grunts, showing me he’s almost awake, if not completely. Pulling the soft pillows under my head, I sink into the softness, rolling my hips over his crotch.
He kisses me again, his hands starting to roam over my bare body. He slides down my side, gripping my love handles, squeezing my ass before moving around and up to my breasts. He explores my body and I love the way it feels.
I let him slide his warm hands over my body, twisting my pebbled nipples as he pecks rough kisses on my back. I ache for him, a needy heat swelling in my core. We don’t talk, just let our movements speak for us as we lay in a beautiful morning silence, exploring each other.
I reach behind and grip the hardness begging to be stroked. We both slept naked, so my fingers instantly curl around his girth, barely touching he’s that big. He grunts and I let out a small moan as he moves down and rubs tiny circles over my clit.
I stroke, pushing my ass back and cocking one leg so Jack’s thick finger can slide inside my pussy. I gasp at the feeling, my heat suddenly needing more. He feels it and pushes a second finger in my tight hole, the movements of my strokes along his shaft quickening with the way he slides in and out of me.
He groans into my back, and I feel my orgasm coming. Jack’s heavy palm rolls over my clit as his fingers find that perfect spot. He rubs my g-spot, bringing an explosive orgasm so desperate to escape I cry out when it hits.
The silence is broken, and I roll over, climbing up to straddle Jack.
“Good morning,” he grins, cupping my heavy tits.
I laugh, swishing my hair over my shoulder as I grip his cock, slowing lowering myself down on top of him. He grips my hips, guiding me until he’s lodged deep inside of me.
“Oh…” I moan, my hand pressing down on his hard chest.
I start grinding, my clit hitting his pelvis. Jack growls, his big strong hands grabbing at my body, making me feel so good. He guides me up and down his length, his hard cock pummeling into me. I grab my tits, their heavy weight making them bounce on my chest as I ride my man.
I take all of it, everything he’s giving me. I watch his eyes start to shake, a surge of pride firing inside of me. I can make him feel as good as he makes me feel.
That’s what this is all about. Not just the sex, but everything.
This is our life. We’re two people with scars running so deep we’ve struggled by ourselves for too long. But together, now our souls have been found in the mountains, we’re on our own journey. A journey of healing, a journey of love.
“Jack,” I moan, losing control of the burning desire in my core.
Jack curses in the air, his hips thrusting into me violently as we seek our release. My chest tightens, every muscle shuddering as I give in to the feeling trying to escape.
“Yes, baby,” Jack growls. “Cum all over this cock.”
He clings to my ass and I take him all the way in. My pussy constricts his cock, choking it as I scream out, riding the waves of my orgasm, pulling Jack with me as he shoots his load deep inside me. I rock on top of his body, letting the orgasm fade.
Just as I think we’re done, Jack flips me over and sinks onto the bed. He slides down the sheets and I jerk at the feeling of his warm tongue sliding up my sensitive folds. He laps at my pussy, drinking in our combined juices.
It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck,” I moan, gripping his hair, riding his face with my wet pussy. “Jack, oh my god.”
He drinks it all up and eventually comes back to kiss me on my mouth. He’s breathing heavily, the darkness in his eyes starting to fade.
I kiss his chest, his neck and his cheeks.
“That’s one hell of a start to the day,” I breathe, my lungs still bursting.
“You better get used to it,” Jack tells me, wrapping his big, possessive arms around me. “That’s how I plan on waking up every morning.”
I kiss his dirty mouth. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
His deep chuckle is tormenting. I’ve just had him inside me, but my body is already begging for more.
“Oh, I’ll keep it alright.” He scooches to the side of the bed and pull his jeans on. “In fact, I’ve got some things to do in Misty Peaks today. I want you to stay here and get yourself settled into your new home.”
I can’t help but smile. “That still sounds so perfect.”
Jack smiles. “Sure does.”
I crawl to the end of the bed, my head in my hands as I admire the hard ridges of Jack’s ripped body. I watch as he pulls a fresh shirt out of the dresser and slides it up his arms, his back muscles tightening with every small move he makes.
“When will you be back?” I ask, biting my finger. “What happens if I need you for… you know…”
Jack steps over and lifts my chin with his hand. “Then you wait.”
My body gives a shiver at his demand. There was no question in that possessive tone.
“I’ll do my best.”
Jack smacks my bare ass on his way out. We share breakfast before he takes off in the truck, leaving me curled up by the fire with a steaming mug of coffee and only his dog for company. Sunshine bakes the cabin and I take a look around.
It’s small. Quaint and clearly built for just one person.
Georgie sneaks up next to me and nudges my hand. She rubs against me and melts into my side, lapping up the attention I give her.
“Well, I may as well make myself useful, eh girl?”
***
I step out on the porch of the cabin, looking up at the violet color of the darkening sky. A crisp coolness dampens the air and I pull my coat tighter around my body. I’m sure I heard a vehicle coming, but staring down the driveway, I don’t see anything.
Where is Jack?
He’s been gone for hours. All day and I’m starting to worry.
His words ring in my head. Get yourself settled into your new home. I repeat it. Over and over. I tell the nerves threatening to spiral out of control that everything will be ok.
I’ve spent all day cleaning, tidying and sorting. Anything to distract me from Jack’s absence.
Staring down the valley, I grab the broom and sweep down the old porch. The timber is weathered and worn, and some of the boards are split. I think I’m only noticing it now because I’ve spent all day cleaning Jack’s cabin.
Or maybe it’s because I’m getting ready to live here.
The cabin looks amazing inside, not that it didn’t before. All I’ve done is rearranged the furniture to maximize the limited floorspace. I sorted the bookshelf to make more room, digging out a few old photo frames and placing some of the best pictures out on display beside the dusty books. The bathroom has had a good clean and I’m about to get dinner started.
I bite my nails as I stare down the mountain. There’s an uneasy feeling threatening to take over, but I turn back inside and busy myself to ignore it.
I start cutting the vegetables and pop them into the pot, switching the gas on. The flame ignites and I bring the soup to the boil. The savory scent of garden vegetables fills the cabin and I get lost in cooking. I’ve never cooked properly before, but I’m excited to start learning now it seems I might have the time.
I get lost in my thoughts, but I glance out of the kitchen window, my stomach sinks.
I swear under my breath.
He’s not coming back.
The words thunder inside my head. I’ve refused to let that voice speak all day, but my will is fading. I squeeze my eyes and fight the urge to get in my vehicle and look for him.
Jack wouldn’t leave. He wouldn’t just up and go, not after the last two days we’ve had together.
Or perhaps that’s exactly what he’s done.
When I look down, I’ve made an awful mess on the stovetop. I’ve been stirring without watching, causing the liquid to slosh all over my clothes. I’m a mess. The carrots are overcooked and the potato is falling apart in the pot, turning the soup to mush.
My pulse races and I feel control slipping away.
I fall to the floor.
Through blurry eyes I see the candle on the table, the golden glow flickering, lighting up the two bowls I’ve set out for dinner. There are wildflowers that I picked near the chicken coop when I went and collected the eggs wilting on the table.
I’ve spent all day making everything perfect. I’ve tidied and prepared the cabin, ready to show Jack that this place can be a home. Our home. It looks beautiful… but for what? For someone else to abandon me, just like my parents have? Just like everyone in my life has before?
I’m destined to be alone.
My cheeks are wet from the tears. I’m caught in a moment of weakness and the old scars resurface. The walls have broken down and I’m a mess. Georgie must hear my whimpers and she finds me in the kitchen, settling down beside me.
I cuddle her, but it’s not the same.
That familiar feeling comes storming back.
Emptiness. Deserted. Left behind with no one.
I’ve lost my parents. I’ve lost everyone that I’ve ever dared to love. My heart was fragile before, but Jack filled it. He had me believing, not only in myself, but in love. The world isn’t cruel, it can be magical.
But now he’s gone.
And so is that magic.