Chapter 36
Skyler
Itook Jacks’s hand and pulled him to his feet.
“Where are we going?” he asked, though the gleam in his eyes told me he already knew.
“This poor couch has seen enough. It’s time the bed got a taste of you.”
“I’d rather you taste me.”
I grinned. “Oh, I plan on it. Now move that pretty ass before I make you squirm.”
Where my sudden confidence had come from, I may never know; but for some strange reason, I felt like the king of my castle once more, ready to take on the world and fulfill any desire Jacks might have. I wanted to give him everything.
On the way into the bedroom, I nibbled at his neck and rubbed his arms through the thick jersey fabric. I couldn’t stop touching him. No kiss or hint of skin or taste of breath was enough. I needed all of him.
“You’re making this walk to the bedroom hard,” he said.
I chuckled against his skin as one hand snaked around him to grip his crotch. “Wow. So hard.”
He laughed and leaned back into me. “You’re impossible. What am I gonna do with you?”
“Anything you want,” I whispered close to his ear. “Absolutely anything.”
The shiver that flowed from his body into mine told me how excited he was by that. The pulse of his cock in my hand—even through his jeans and underwear—was an even clearer signal.
“I want you inside me tonight, Jacks. I want to be one with you.”
Jacks stopped mid-step.
His whole body went rigid, and I swear I could hear his mind cycling through a thousand different thoughts.
“Sky, we don’t have to—”
I gripped his shoulders and spun him to face me.
“I want you inside me, Jacks. I want to feel you, know you are mine and I’m yours.
I want there to be nothing between us but our hearts and souls as I kiss those beautiful lips.
I want to be part of you and you me, and never even remember a time that wasn’t so.
” I drew a deep breath. “I know it’s crazy to say things like that, but—I love you.
” The words blurted out on their own, without my help or my brain’s involvement—but also without even a hint of doubt.
Jacks’s eyes went wide, as though he was as shocked as I, but his gaze never wavered.
He blinked, then said in a calmer, firmer tone, “I love you, Skyler Shaw. I think I did that first night you walked into the bar. Every day we’ve spent together, every conversation or text or whatever, they’ve all made me love you more.
You make my heart full. Shit, you make me feel things I’ve never felt for anyone else—ever. I’m so in love with you it hurts.”
I stared, unmoving, barely able to think or breathe or—
“Please say something. Anything.”
I blinked again.
“Jacks, I . . .”
His head fell, releasing my gaze.
My hand shot out, fingers beneath his chin, lifting until he locked on me once more.
“Jackson Armstrong, I love you so damn much.”
Our mouths crashed together in an unwieldy tangle of lips and tongues and hands and arms and every other body part we could slam together while standing in a hallway a few feet from my bedroom door.
I couldn’t kiss him enough. I might never kiss him enough.
My fingers dug into his hair, tangling in his curls. His hands pressed into my back, willing us closer.
He was my oxygen, and I’d never breathed so deeply.
Tears pooled in my eyes. This wasn’t some physical act, some sexual fling; this was the shifting of tectonic plates. This was a change in the order of nature. This was my heart lit ablaze for the first time, with a flame I knew would only grow brighter and never wink out.
Jacks’s fingers found the hem of my shirt, and he yanked upward.
I stepped back and let him pull it over my head.
Then my own fingers were yanking at his jersey—at my jersey.
That thought had me smiling into our kiss.
The moment the jersey hit the floor, we slammed together again, chests bare and tongues diving with passion and purpose.
My cock ached against my pants, but the feel of his own erection sliding against mine sent my mind reeling.
This man—this beautiful man—wanted me. He wanted all of me.
I couldn’t stop smiling.
We nudged a step closer to the bedroom, our lips refusing to part, as Jacks walked backward, my arms around him, keeping him from stumbling.
We paused in the doorway, long enough for him to grip the button of my slacks and rip it free.
The zipper groaned next, and my loose-fitting pants slipped to my ankles.
Jacks dropped with them, taking my cock in his mouth before I had a chance to register what he was doing. His hand gripped my shaft, and he sucked me so fast and hard I thought I might explode before we even made it to the bed.
“Shit, Jacks! You can’t do that or—”
“If you come, we’ll do it again. Now shut up and grip the doorframe.”
His sudden, very commanding tone threw me so hard I had no reply. My hands flew out, gripping the wooden frame for dear life, as Jacks’s tongue and lips resumed their work. I felt myself leak into his mouth, but still, he didn’t slow.
“Damn, that feels so good, baby.”
Jacks froze. Cock in mouth, hand on shaft. Then he craned his head in the most awkward way so his eyes could meet mine. His brow quirked almost comically.
“Yeah, I called you baby. Now back to work before I change it to something less flattering.”
I felt his laugh travel up my cock and into my gut.
But he did as asked.
Just when I thought he was going to suck me dry, he pulled back, letting my aching cock flop against my abdomen.
“Bed. Now,” he said.
“You still have clothes on,” I pointed out.
He flew out of his jeans and underwear faster than I thought possible. I grinned at the leaking cock that now stared up at me with its one good eye.
“Oh, he likes me.”
Jacks shook his head, grabbed me by the shoulders, and shoved me into the bedroom. I stumbled on a pair of shoes I’d left on the floor and landed face down on the bed.
“Good boy,” Jacks said. I was pretty sure he chuckled through the words.
The mattress shifted as he added his weight, but when I tried to turn over to face him, his hands held me down.
“Oh, no, you’re mine, hockey star. I want you like that for now. It’s time you learned what everything feels like.”
Something about that both thrilled and frightened me.
What if I didn’t like whatever he had planned?
What if this was all too much?
What if—
“Oh, God!” was all my brain came up with as Jacks’s hands parted my butt cheeks and his tongue lapped a line up my crack. My hole clenched so hard and fast I thought it might’ve clipped the tip of his tongue.
“Just relax,” Jacks crooned. “Let me take care of you.”
Relax? How the hell did you relax an asshole? My mind spun but couldn’t come up with a single answer.
He licked again, and I forgot the question.
By the time his tongue made it past my entrance, I was wholly his. Whatever he wanted to do next, I was game. I wanted everything.
Then he slipped a saliva-slickened finger inside me, to the first knuckle, and I was pretty sure my soul left my body.
“Oh fucking shit, that hurts.”
Jacks chuckled. With his not-in-my-ass hand, he slapped my butt cheek.
“That’s barely a finger. Relax, babe. I’ve got you.”
“Babe” was the only word I heard. My heart soared.
Then his finger slipped all the way in and—
“OW! Oh, shit! Oh . . . shit. Oh, fucking shit. Fucking . . . hell . . . Jacks, fuck me. Please.”
A second finger pressed against me. I couldn’t stop the flinch—or the clench.
“Easy, babe. Relax. Trust me.”
“Says the guy shoving fingers up my ass.”
He leaned down and kissed my back. “Yeah, I’m that guy.” Then he wiggled the finger already buried inside me, and it hit something—
“Jesus! What the hell? Jacks, do that again!”
The second finger slipped in before I could take a good breath. Then both fingers found that same spot. A shiver swept my body so fast and hard. It felt like every part of me had been lit on fire or shocked with electricity.
He pulled back slowly, twisted his fingers, then slid them deeper.
The wave slammed into me again.
“Fuck, Jacks!”
Again and again and again and again.
I couldn’t think or breathe or . . . shit . . . nothing mattered but Jacks and his magic fingers. I gripped the pillow, my arms tensed and flexed, as every muscle I had drew taut.
“Do you have any lube?”
“Nightstand. Drawer. Hurry.”
I heard Jacks chuckle again as he leaned over, careful not to remove his fingers, and fumbled to get the drawer open and lube removed.
“We need to go lube shopping. This is basically Vaseline without the jelly.”
I heard him talk, but his words didn’t register. His fingers felt too good. Too damn good.
Pop.
Squirt.
His fingers slipped out, and I heard him rub his hands together.
A moment later, the fingers returned, much slicker and slightly warm.
He circled my hole, wetting it, teasing it, then slipped one finger in.
This time, there was no protest or clench or anything.
I took him in, welcomed him, begged him to enter me and go as deep as he could.
I didn’t care how he liked my lube; it made everything feel ten times better—a thousand times more electric.
I gasped.
“This okay?”
“God, yes. Don’t stop, Jacks. Don’t ever stop.”
The second finger joined the first, and I opened for him. I did it on purpose. Holy shit, I could do this.
“I need you so bad, Jacks.”
“I’m right here, baby. I’ll always be right here.”
“Get inside me, please.”
A moment’s pause.
“Do you have condoms?”
I froze.
I didn’t.
I wasn’t sexually active, despite telling the guys that I banged a different girl in every city we visited.
Okay, fine, I didn’t tell them that. They assumed it, me being captain and all.
Still, I hadn’t had sex with anyone but my right hand in, well, at least a year.
I definitely didn’t have condoms anywhere in my apartment.