7. Holly
Chapter 7
Holly
I’ve never come so hard, for so long. Not even with my favorite toy. I gaze at Jack as the pleasure ebbs, releasing my death grip on his hair. I’m surprised I didn’t rip out every strand as he flung me into the stars with his hands and mouth. I want to do it again. But I want him inside me this time.
I move, pushing Jack onto his back and pulling the blanket over us as I straddle him. I don’t know if I’ll get the chance to do this again or if he’ll even want to, so I’m taking what I can get while I can get it.
“Let me show you how much I want you, Jack,” I whisper against his lips. “Let me make you feel good.”
I run my hand down his chest, over his flat abdomen. Further. Our eyes locked. I’ve never felt so connected to another human being. It’s as if I know what he’s thinking, what he wants.
I smile as I wrap my hand around his cock, loving how long and thick he is. “Oh, Jack. You dowant me, don’t you?” I tease, giving him a firm pump.
His jaw flexes. His stomach muscles clench. “Fuck, Holly. God, yes, I want you.”
I sigh in response, closing the inch between our mouths to kiss him as he thrusts into my hand. He moans into my mouth, his eyes never leaving mine. Heat radiates off him, desire emanating from his body. I know this is what we both want, and I’m more than ready.
I pull away slightly, my hand still wrapped around him. “You want me, Jack. Not only now, but always.”
He gives a low chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, Hollyberry. Only you.”
I give a small sigh of satisfaction, nodding in agreement. “It’s the same for me.”
I kiss him passionately, our tongues intertwining as my hand continues to slide up and down his length. He groans again, a low, guttural sound that sends shivers down my spine. I’m empowered by the sight of him responding to my touch, and I know I can push him even further.
With my free hand, I trace his bearded jaw, urging him to open wider for me. I slide my tongue along his, twisting my hand on his cock with every pulse of our tongues. I’m working on instinct here, having never done this before, but Jack’s groans tell me I’m doing it right. His low rumble makes my insides knot, and I purr into his mouth, unable to help myself.
His hips match the rhythm of my strokes. Heat quickly builds between us, sweat now slicking his skin and mine. The air between us is charged, crackling with something electric. I want him deep inside me, and I know he wants the same thing.
Jack breaks our kiss, his breath coming in rasps as he pulls back to look into my eyes. “Fuck, Holly. I need you. Need to be inside you.”
“You know I’m a virgin, right?” My voice trembles slightly as I hold his heated gaze.
Jack’s gaze turns feral, locking onto mine with an intensity that steals my breath. “I know,” he grits, his voice rough, his fingers flexing against my hips as though he’s trying to rein himself in. “And I shouldn’t love that fact, but I do. I love knowing I’ll be the first man inside you.”
I lean forward. “First. Last. Only,” I whisper, my breath teasing his full mouth. “I was always afraid my dad would kill anyone I slept with, so I didn’t. He’s ruined so many lives already, and I… I wasn’t willing to risk someone else’s. But this—” I motion between us, my voice faltering before I take a deep breath and meet his eyes again. “With you, Jack, it’s different. I’m willing to take that risk if you are. To risk it all. For you.”
For a moment, everything stills, as if the world is holding its breath. Jack gazes at me, his jaw tightening, his breathing shallow, and the emotions swirling in his eyes almost overwhelm me—desire, protectiveness, and something tender and reverent I didn’t expect.
“Holly,” he says, his voice low and hoarse, “you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now. I’d lay down my life for you, no hesitation. I’d fight every demon in this world to keep you safe. But knowing this? Knowing that you’d trust me with something so precious?” He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “You’re not just risking it all, Holly. You’re giving me something I don’t deserve. But I’ll take it. God help me, I’ll take it because I want you so much it hurts.”
My chest tightens at his words, a flood of emotions rushing through me—fear, excitement, longing. “We deserve this, Jack,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I touch his face, my fingers brushing over the soft beard I love so much. Like I love him. “You’ve given me everything—your protection, your loyalty. How could I not give you everything in return?”
Jack closes his eyes briefly as if trying to steady himself. “I’ll always protect you, Holly. With my dying breath. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Nothing can stop that. Nothing.”
His honesty, his raw emotion, cuts straight through me, leaving me breathless. I trail my hand from his jaw to press it against his chest, his rapid heartbeat thrumming beneath my palm. “Then take me, Jack,” I whisper, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
My lips find his again, our tongues dancing together. He grips my hips, and I feel the restraint in his touch. The tremble in his arms. The pounding of his heart beneath my palms where they’re braced against his chest. He craves me with the same intensity I crave him.
Jack shifts, trailing his fingers to my core and the bundle of nerves at the apex, which brings me such pleasure. His touch is firm yet light as he strokes and presses. Then he pinches, and my body jerks reflexively. A moan breaks low in my throat from the exquisite sensations.
He lifts me slightly, and a hard pressure notches at my entrance, shocking and wonderful.
But he doesn’t move, only slowly continues to work that knot of pleasure with his fingers. I understand his silent message as I bathe him in my heat, our bodies finally aligned perfectly. He wants me in control this first time. He wants me to give myself over to him.
Gladly, my mind and heart chant in unison.
“Jack,” I gasp when he presses hard, and liquid heat rushes from me to coat his fingers and cock.
“I need you wet,” he growls. “So fucking wet you’ll soak me.”
He’s big, and I know this will hurt, but I don’t care. I’ll embrace the pain as I embrace every part of him because I’ll be his, and he’ll be mine. Completely.
I take a deep breath, knowing that this is it, that every heated look, every electric touch, has led to this moment. I look into his eyes as I lower myself onto him, sliding him inside me.
Then I hit a tight spot, a spot that causes me pain.
“Take what you want,” Jack encourages, gripping my hips, “and give me what I need.”
I stare at him, trusting him as I lower myself fully onto his hard length. My muscles strain and quiver around him, fighting to accept his broad length, my breath puffing in harsh bursts. The pleasure-pain is a fiery cascade of sensations twisting through me, and I can’t prevent a whimper of distress.
Jack’s eyes lock onto mine, never breaking the connection. “Shhh,” he soothes. “The sting will pass.”
I want to point out that the throbbing pain is more than a sting, but then his hands burrow beneath the shirt and slide up and down my back in a heated, sensual stroke before moving to my front. He cups my breasts, his fingers tweaking and plumping my nipples, and I almost jackknife as pleasure slams into my core, erasing any residual pain.
“Better?” he asks, his voice gravelly with arousal.
“Y-yes,” I pant.
His eyes blaze with a fierce tenderness. “Good. Grip my shoulders.”
I respond to his instruction with a soft moan. He rocks me on him, working me up and down slowly, stretching me to take his cock comfortably. His expression is tight with desire as he thrusts upward, impaling me.
Wrapping a hand around my nape, he pulls my head down for his kiss, his tongue curling around mine and absorbing my sighs and moans. The friction of him inside me is perfect, his thickness stretching me without discomfort now, hitting spots I never knew existed. Every look, every gesture, every sound he makes activates a new level of pleasure.
But I need more.
I lean over him, licking his neck until I find a spot that makes his hands tighten on my hips. Jack grunts as I bite down, increasing the pleasure surging between my thighs. I move on him feverishly, guiding us to a place beyond this cabin, beyond the danger.
His hand moves between us, and I wait, hungry for that burst of intense pleasure, hungry to come around him. I bite his neck harder, earning a sound that tells me it hurts but that he doesn’t mind one bit. I suck at the spot, soothing it with my tongue as his fingers find my clit.
The world explodes instantly. I bury my mouth against his neck to muffle the scream that bursts from my throat as my body clamps around his in waves of ecstasy. I lose everything but him. The world turns white and becomes an infinite second of pure bliss that steals my breath.
Jack urges me on, telling me how good I feel as I come on his cock. Blood rushes in my ears as intense pleasure shakes me, turning me inside out.
Jack flips me onto my back, pounding into me at a pace that would punish me if he hadn’t prepared me first. “You’re mine, Holly. I don’t give a fuck who your father is. I don’t give a fuck who wants to kill you because I swear to God, I’ll kill them first. You’re mine. You’ll always will be mine.”
“Yes. Yes, Jack. I’m yours,” I pant, urging him on.
Bad man or not. Killer or not. Jack is mine, and I’m his. Our future isn’t promised, but we live for each other now.
He slams his mouth to mine. His lips are hot, his hand on my jaw to open my mouth to his. I let him in, moaning as our tongues meet.
He pushes into me, deep, hard, fast, pumping his hips, panting as he breaks the kiss. My body bounces beneath his, breasts jiggling as I wrap my legs around his hips and find his rhythm.
“Fuck, Holly.” It’s a growl of helpless need.
I love it. Want more. I run my hands over his chest, finding his nipples and twisting at them until he cries out.
“Fuck.” He curses with a groan as he plants himself deep, his hips motionless as his head rears back and he pulses inside me.
He’s my man now. His seed could be taking root this very second. I pray he’s made me pregnant. I want his baby growing inside me. A piece of him. Because we will survive.
I hold him close as he sinks onto me, his body shaking, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against mine.
“Holly.” He whispers my name like a prayer.
I trail my fingers over his face and beard until I find his hot lips. “I’m here, Jack,” I murmur back. “I’m right here.”
We stay like that for several moments. Eventually, his hands tighten on me before he rolls over and stands. He disappears for a few minutes, returning with a warm washcloth. I blush as he spreads my legs and cleans me up, though I love this aftercare.
“We didn’t use anything,” I say, pointing out the obvious.
He nods, his jaw twitching. “A little late to discuss this, but I’m clean. Haven’t been with a woman for years.” His gray eyes lift to mine, “If we get out of this alive, and there are… consequences from what we just did, I’ll be there for you. Always.”
I believe him. I’m in love with him, and I know whatever he feels for me is powerful. He’s shown me in so many ways, not only today, but with every watchful glance and protective touch over the last two years. I just didn’t realize it at the time.
Jack disappears again, but this time, he returns with the duvet from the bedroom. Lying beside me, he pulls me into his arms. I smile, wrapping myself up in him as he tugs the duvet over us. I fall asleep in his arms. Protected. Safe. The rest can wait.