Chapter 29
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Watching Ellie get into position, I take a few moments to collect myself. That girl is a vixen with her tongue. It took all my willpower to stop myself from filling her mouth with my cum. I wouldn’t say I had a specific reaction I expected when she saw my new tattoo, but dropping to her knees wasn’t in my top three guesses.
I’ve never gotten a tattoo for anyone else before unless you count the brand from my grandparents' ranch. I’ve always thought it was cliché, but then I had the idea for wildflowers and saw what Michael had sketched out, I couldn’t resist. I thought Ellie would have seen it while it was getting done, but since she opted to get her own tattoo, I was able to surprise her with the finished product. And I’m glad I did, since it got us here.
Moving behind her, I brush my palms against her pale skin from her neck down to her ass. Usually when we have sex, we are both worked up, frantic, and trying to be quiet. Not today. Today I am going to take my time and show her how good I can make her feel. Prove to her that I can be in tune with all her needs and not get overwhelmed by desire.
Reaching between her legs, I find her wet for me. She’s always so wet and ready to go when we are together.
“You’re soaked already. Is all this for me?”
“Yes,” she moans as I tap my fingers on her clit, causing a shiver to run down her spine. “I need you.”
“You’ll have me.”
Leaning forward, I kiss between her shoulder blades before slowly pushing inside her. Once I am fully seated, I pull out and slide in again. Maintaining a slow pace, I revel in the sensation of gliding in and out of her hot core.
Wiggling below me, Ellie tries to speed me up by meeting my thrusts. Instead of allowing her to dictate the pace, I give her ass a soft smack. The pinkening of her skin almost has me changing my mind and bucking into her, but I hold on to my resolve. “Stay still.”
It doesn’t take long until Ellie is pleading for me to go faster, but I don’t.
“You don’t need it fast, baby. You need it deep, just like this. Enjoy the buildup. Feel the pressure coursing through your body, begging to be released.”
“I am begging,” she whines. If I wasn’t straining so hard, I would laugh. My chest is moistened with sweat from restraining myself. I’m sure the grip on her hips will leave bruises, but she doesn’t appear to mind.
“Do you feel it? Do you feel how close your orgasm is?”
“Yes. Yes. Please make me come, Jack. Please.” Her sweet pleas are music to my ears. I will never get tired of making this strong girl come undone for me or the way her body fits me perfectly.
“That’s it, good girl. You’re gripping my cock so tight. It won’t be long until I fill up this sweet little pussy.” And it won’t be. She’s already gripping me like a vise. The second she comes around me, I will be done for. My dirty words driver her closer as I continue to pump into her.
Reaching below us, I maintain my pace, but bring my hand to her soaked center. Rubbing languid circles, I pinch her clit at the same moment my cock drags against her front wall. With that movement, she shatters around me. Two thrusts later, I do the same.
After we both shower again and Ellie falls asleep soundly on my chest. As I run my hands through her soft hair, I think about how lucky I am that the girl next door is giving me a chance to prove I can be the man she needs.
When I wake up the next morning, Ellie is still fast asleep. It’s rare for her to sleep longer than me. I let her slumber while I wrangle up breakfast. When I get to the kitchen, I see Declan and Grayson in front of a tablet, talking to a familiar face.
“Jack!” Lainey yells from the screen. Peering behind me to ensure she couldn’t see that I came from the bedroom and not a bunk, I, too, crowd the screen.
“Is that the elusive Lainey Ryder?” I ask. “I heard she moved to LA and forgot about all the little people.”
“Come off it. It hasn’t been that long and we both know you are plenty busy.” For a moment, I panic, thinking she knows about me and Ellie, but when she asks Grayson if we're taking care of her friend, I relax. I’m also slightly offended since I told her yesterday that I was.
I don’t know why I’m worried she’ll find out. No one on tour outside of my brothers and Eliza knows. The few times we’ve been in public, we kept things PG. No pictures have gotten out of us being overly friendly. Paris mentioned me and a mystery woman in Florida, but from what I can gather, there are no photos circulating.
As Lainey catches us up on all things LA, the knot of guilt I shove deep down grows in my stomach. I’m no longer worried about her reaction to me dating Ellie. I keep telling myself she will be happy to make Ellie an official part of the family. Lainey can only hold a grudge against her favorite brother for so long, especially once she sees how good Ellie and I are together.
My inner turmoil comes from the fear that she will feel betrayed that we didn’t tell her sooner. As her brother, I am supposed to protector her from situations like this, not cause them.
After Declan plays her a song from her latest EP and Grayson talks about them living together when he comes to LA after the tour, Ellie wanders into the room.
“There’s my bestie,” Lainey shouts through the phone.
“You don’t have to yell, Laines. She can hear you fine,” Declan chastises. Even over video call he’s a bossy bitch.
“Good morning!” Ellie greets. “Are you up early or still awake?”
“It’s 7 a.m. in LA. No way is she still awake,” Gray answers for her.
The knowing expression on Ellie’s face and grimace on Lainey’s tells me he’s wrong. Grabbing my mug of coffee, I snicker to myself. Not wanting to admit the truth out loud, Lainey changes the subject.
“Did you read that book I lent you, El?”
“What book?” Grayson asks. “It must be dirty since Ellie is red as a tomato.”
Glancing up, I see he is right, My girl is blushing hard.
“Don’t worry about it,” she rushes out. Lainey doesn’t heed her request though .
“It was this cowboy romance I saw recommended on Cami Graham’s show. Who would have thought you could recommend smut on Daytime TV. That whiskey scene had me . . .” Lainey finishes the sentence by fanning herself and I choke on my coffee when I realize what book she is referring to.
Bryce pats me on the back as I try to regain my composure. Stricken Ellie has been replaced by barely contained laughter Ellie. That brat. I have to go through life knowing the sexiest experience of my life came from a book my sister recommended.
The girls chat for a few minutes about plans they have when Lainey gets back to Nashville. Lainey’s fellowship is only for a few months and she doesn’t know if it will be extended into a job offer. Eager for privacy, Ellie asks if she can take the tablet into her bedroom. Since calls with Lainey are rare these days, they want to add in Alexis and Macy while they have the chance.
After my brothers and I say goodbye to Ellie, the dread over my future sets back in again. Not only do I not know my own plan. I haven’t checked in with Ellie to see what her next move is. I know she is applying for jobs, but I haven’t seen her interview or heard her mention any leads. I want her to be able to talk to me about those kinds of things.
I’m one to talk since I’m not sharing my ideas, either. I’ve got my meeting with Kennedy Distillers in a few days and hopefully that will lead to something to focus on during our hiatus. I can’t come to the girl with a goal tracking journal with a half-baked plan. I need something more substantial if I’m going to show her I’m the type of man who can take care of her not only physically, but also that understands her values.
While the girls chat, my brothers suck me into another Mario Kart battle. By the time Ellie comes out, she’s showered and gotten ready for the day. I can’t read how she is feeling and I hate it. She should be happy after girl talk, but something in her expression reflects an undercurrent of anxiety that I don’t know how to ease .
Pulling Ellie into my lap, I continue to own Bryce at the game. I relish in her fresh, floral scent as my lips find her temple. I can’t help the elation that washes over me as she melts into my chest. There is time to talk later. For now, I’ll enjoy the feeling of her relaxed in my arms.