Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Katherine
I am giggling far too much. I know it, and yet I can’t stop myself. I feel like I’m floating in the sky as Jack picks me up and carries me into his bedroom. I can’t believe that I’m here with him, about to do the thing I’ve been dreaming about all week.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” I say, laughing as he plops me down on the bed. I gaze up at him, and his blue eyes stare down at me and I know I want to be nowhere but here with him.
“I think it’s a little too late for that,” he says. “Seeing as we’ve already done it and you’re already here and I think we’re both looking forward to the night ahead.”
“I just don’t know what Brielle and Marina are going to think. And Levi. Oh my gosh. What is Levi going to think?” She groans. “We didn’t even say goodbye.”
“I think Levi is going to think that he wishes that he were me,” Jack says as he takes off his shirt and gets onto the bed next to me.
He strokes the side of my face and then kisses my neck.
“He’s going to wish that he was going home with someone tonight.
” He pauses. “By the way, do you know if there’s anything going on with him and Brielle? ”
“Him and Brielle?” I stare at him. “No, I don’t think so. From what I know, Brielle can’t stand him.” I pause. “Wait… you know what? I don’t know what’s going on. I’ve noticed she’s been weird.”
“I don’t know why she can’t stand him,” he says, slipping his fingers down inside my panties and rubbing me. I immediately start shaking.
“Do you think they have a thing? Do you think—”
“I don’t know, but he was asking me earlier if I knew what her situation was, and obviously I don’t.” He shrugs. “Maybe there’s something there.”
“Should I call Brielle? Should I call her now and—”
He gives me a look. “I would hope that you’re more focused on what’s about to happen between the two of us.”
“Well, what’s about to happen between the two of us, Mr. Heathcliff?”
“Why do you call me Mr. Heathcliff?”
“Because that’s your name and I’m polite.”
“Since when have you been polite?”
“Since forever,” I laugh.
“I’m glad that you’re here,” he says, pulling off the rest of my clothes. “I’ve been wanting you to be here for a really long time.”
“You mean here in your apartment, or—”
“I mean, here in my bed.” He growls, and plays with my naked breasts.
He kisses me on the lips again, then moves his face down.
I feel his right hand on my breast, playing with my nipple, and his lips go to the other breast and suck.
I close my eyes and allow myself to enjoy the feeling of him against me.
I know I’m crazy. I know I shouldn’t be here.
This is possibly the second worst mistake I’ve ever made, but I don’t care.
Life is short, and I’m young, and if I’m honest with myself, I’ve never gotten over wanting to be with Jack.
Yes, I want him to take me seriously in the office.
He still hasn’t scheduled a meeting to discuss my thoughts on the hotels, but right now I don’t want to think about that.
Right now I want to make love. When his lips meet my belly button, I moan out loud.
I open my eyes slowly and see him staring at me.
His teeth grab the top of my panties and pull them down.
I moan slightly as I open my legs. He growls as he rips the panties off and licks up my inner thigh.
I feel his fingers touching me softly, caressing and teasing.
“Do you want to make me come right now?” I ask, laughing slightly.
He responds by licking the top of my clit. I moan and reach down, grabbing his shoulders.
“I want you to come multiple times. Don’t you understand that?”
Before I know what’s happening, he sticks his tongue inside of me, and it feels marvelous.
A million different pleasure points ignite, and I can’t think or feel about anything other than the pleasure coursing through me.
I come within minutes and I can see that Jack seems delighted.
He licks me dry as if I’m free-flowing champagne, then kisses back up my body to my lips.
He pulls off his pants and throws them to the ground, hovering over me.
“You are the most beautiful woman in the world, Katherine,” he says, then he plunges into me, hard and fast. I wrap my legs around his waist as he thrusts faster and faster.
My breasts bounce against his chest, and he’s grunting and groaning along with my whimpering.
I’ve never felt so connected to anyone in my life.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” he says, going faster until I think I can’t take it anymore. I hear myself screaming, but it sounds like the voice isn’t even coming from me. I erupt, and then I feel him still and thrust inside me one last time, his body shaking before he collapses on top of me.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he says, kissing the side of my face and then my lips.
I run my fingers down his neck, play with his silky hair, and stare at him.
“I mean… it was okay,” I tease.
He growls. “I can go again.”
“You can’t go again right now. Not even you can be ready that quickly.”
He tilts his head, chuckling. “Give me five or ten minutes.”
“Jack, you don’t have anything to prove to me.”
“I know,” he says softly. “But I never know if this is going to be the last time I get to experience you.” He touches the side of my face lightly. “Your body is a gift.”
“Next thing you know, you’re going to say my body is a wonderland,” I tease.
He shakes his head. “I know you deal with emotions in a standoffish, jokey way,” he says seriously. “But I want you to know that—”
I press my fingers to his lips. “You don’t have to say anything to make this more than sex.”
“I’m not trying to do anything,” he scowls. “I’m just being honest with my feelings.”
“We just had sex, Jack. Sex. You don’t have to do the things guys do after sex to make a woman feel like she wasn’t used. I don’t feel used. I wanted this too.” He grabs my fingers and pulls me toward him.
“I’m starting to think you just want me for sex.”
“Oh, really? And why is that?”
“Because you’re a seductress.”
“And what? You were just the shy man who couldn’t resist sexy me?” I lick my lips slowly. “Do I have that much power over you?”
He laughs. “No. I think it was serendipity.”
“You don’t seem like the type to believe in serendipity.”
“Maybe I’ve changed. Maybe there’s a woman who made me believe in things I never believed in before.”
My heart races, but I don’t want to take him seriously. Men say things they don’t mean after sex. This meant something to me, but I wasn’t going to say that. The doorbell rings then and we both sit up.
“Are you expecting someone?” I poke him. “Don’t tell me Raquel or Lisa—”
He frowns. “I don’t know how anyone got past the doorman.” He checks his phone and speaks into an app. “Who is it?”
“Hey, bro, it’s me. It’s Zac.”
“No way.” I gasp as I stare at our naked bodies. “Do not bring him in here.”
I wrap myself in a sheet and dive into the closet as a laughing Jack gets up and pulls on his boxers.
“You’re seriously hiding in the closet?” He heads toward the door.
“Yes. Now get him sent home quickly.” I close the closet door and wait. After a few moments, I hear voices coming closer to me and I groan.
“I need Katherine’s number,” Zac is saying and I still. “I need to talk to her.”
My stomach drops at his words. What?
“Listen to me, Zac,” Jack says. “You and Katherine are never getting together.”
“But I need her. I want her. I want to—”
“You should be happy that I’m not giving you her number. She’s a gold digger.” Jack’s voice is loud and all I can feel is anger at his comments. Oh hell no! I step out of the closet and hold the loosening sheet to me.
“What did you just say?” I scream. Jack winks at me as he comes to me side.
“You’ve been fucking my girl?” Zac yells, his eyes staring at both of us furiously.
“She’s not your girl. She’s my girl.”
“I’m not your girl,” I snap at Jack.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Zac pushes Jack.
“I just fucked Katherine and we’re minutes away from fucking again.”
“You wish.” I glare at him. “I am not a golddigger, jerk.”
“You fucked my brother?” Zac stares at me. “How could you?”
“I can do what I want.” I glare at him. “It’s none of your business.”
“I thought you were the one that got away.”
“Well, I wasn’t.” I sigh. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” He shakes his head. “You know what. Your tits aren’t even all that, anyway.” He storms to the front door. “I’m out.”
“You’re wrong, Zac. Her tits are amazing.” Jack reaches over and squeezes on one of my boobs and licks his lips. “They taste pretty fantastic too.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I pull away from him and I push him as Zac slams out of the apartment. “I’m leaving too. I can’t believe you called me a gold digger.”
“I didn’t mean it,” Jack says, looking apologetic. “I said it to get you out of the closet so that the truth would be out. I’m fed up of having to pretend we aren’t something”
“You’re twisted.”
“I wanted everything out in the open.”
“By squeezing my tit in front of your brother?”
“Okay, maybe that was too much.” He makes a face. “Sorry.”
“You should be.” I drop the sheet and stand there in front of him. “I’m not yours to do with what you want.” He stares at me and swallows.
“You’re right. I don’t own you.”
“You can’t just grab me and touch me.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“You wanted your brother to know about me?”
“I did.”
“And you don’t think I’m a golddigger.”
“Not at all. I know it would piss you off to hear me say that and I knew it would get you out of the closet.”
“That was a really rude thing to say.”
“I know. Punish me.” He cocks his head to the side.
“I should.” I step forward and lightly brush my breasts against his chest. He gasps as I lead him back to the bed and then lay flat on my back. I spread my legs and run my fingers across my body. His eyes are dark as she stares at me.
“Will you stay the night?” His voice is husky.
“Is that you asking me to stay to sleep, or to fuck again?”
“Can it be both?”
“It can be.” I nod and whimper as he lightly kisses the side of my face.
A billion emotions roll through me and I don’t recognize most of them.
But as he pulls me into his arms, I realize I recognize the strongest one and it makes my heart skip a beat.
Fuck, I think to myself as the feeling grows stronger and stronger. In my mind, I know that I love him.
But there is no way I am going to say it out loud.