Chapter 30 Janie
JANIE
Essie
I’m still waiting.
Janie
For what?
Essie
An explanation. Where did you and Jack disappear to and why did you show up late for fireworks with hay in your hair?
Janie
We decided to go for a run and ended up in a hay field, that’s all.
Essie
Why do I feel like there’s more to the story?
Janie
Trust me, babe. There are some things sisters don’t need to know about their brothers.
Essie
Ew.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jack hesitated in my doorway, chest and feet bare, gray sweatpants hung low on his hips.
Gray. Sweatpants. I set my hairbrush on the dresser and turned away from his reflection in the mirror to look at the real thing. Hell, yes, I ogled him. I ogled the shit out of him. I owed teenaged Janie that much.
“It depends on what you mean by this. If this is sleeping next to you all night and waking up with you still beside me, then yes. If this is an all-night sex marathon, then also yes.”
He ducked his head, trying not to laugh. But when he looked at me again, all amusement was gone. “Janie,” he said, eyes serious. “If I try to strangle you in your sleep, don’t flick me in the forehead. Palm strike to the nose, honey. You understand? Here, I’ll show you how.”
“Jack!” I swatted him away, laughing. “Don’t teach me how to hurt you.”
He wasn’t laughing at all. “I’m teaching you how to defend yourself if I hurt you.
I’m not fucking around here, Ace. You’re too important to me.
I need to know you’re safe. There is nothing I want more than to spend all night with you in my arms, but that’s not going to happen if I’m worried about you. ”
I tried to stay patient, but I hated that he thought he might actually hurt me. “Flicking you in the forehead proved to be pretty effective,” I reminded him. “When was the last time you had a nightmare, anyway?”
“Three months ago, but that’s not the point.
It only takes once. Curl your fingers but keep them relaxed and loose.
Palm open.” He guided my hand as he talked, putting me in the right position.
“And then push at an angle. You want to hit with the heel of your palm. Right here.” He tapped a centimeter above my wrist. “Imagine you’re sending my nose into my brain.
That’s how hard you need to hit, okay? Don’t hold back.
If you can’t get to my nose go for my throat or solar plexus. ”
“All right, all right. Ruin your pretty face and possibly your frontal lobe. Got it.”
“Good.” He crossed his arms over his chest and quirked an eyebrow. “Now get your ass on the bed and show me your perfect tits.”
A thrill shot through me. I loved it when Jack got all bossy with me. “Yes, sir.”
With a little smirk of my own tossed over my shoulder, I sauntered to the bed, hips swaying.
When I hit the foot of the bed, I crawled forward, my ass pointed directly at him, the angle making my tiny sleep shorts ride up like a bikini.
It occurred to me too late that maybe I didn’t want to do that.
Maybe I should have turned off the lights before I gave him an unfettered view of the dimples and jiggles back there.
But his sharp inhalation behind me reminded me that he had already seen every inch of me extremely up close and personal and that hadn’t stopped him from coming back for more.
I spun around to face him at the center of the mattress and sat on my heels.
He cocked his head, his gaze dipping pointedly to my T-shirt.
I knew he could see the outlines of my peaked nipples and metal studs through the thin cotton, but he leaned back against the dresser, arms crossed like he was totally unaffected.
But gray sweatpants told no lies, and right now his were telling me that he was very much affected.
“I’m waiting, Janie,” he growled impatiently.
I held his gaze as I grasped the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it up and over, then tossed it aside. And then I couldn’t look him in the eyes because his were glued to my chest.
“Good girl. Now play with your nipples. Show me how you like them touched. Talk me through it.”
It was one thing to put my body on display for him. Using actual words was something else entirely. The extent of my dirty talk was yes, like that or harder. I’d never done anything like this.
But then, I’d never been chased through a parade and fucked against a haystack, either.
I’d never given a blowjob in my parents’ foyer where anyone could have walked in.
Most of all, I’d never had anyone look at me the way Jack did, his gaze burning my skin like hot coals. Like he could look at me for an eternity and never want anything else. Like I was the moon, the stars, and the whole fucking sky.
That look gave me courage.
“I’m sensitive here, so I like it to start gently.” I circled my nipples with a feather-light touch and his eyes tracked the movement. Round and round I went, watching him watch me. Fuck, that was hot. “I like that. When I start to feel warm and restless, I squeeze. Just a little.”
He swallowed hard when I pinched my nipples lightly. “Like that,” I breathed.
“Does it feel good?” he husked out.
“Mmm,” I hummed, my eyes half-mast. “So good.”
My fingers twisted my nipples, making my breath quicken. Jack uncrossed his arms and wrapped his hands around the beveled edge of the dresser, like he needed something to hold onto so he wouldn’t fling himself at me. I loved watching his control deteriorate little by little. I felt so wanted.
My hands smoothed over the fullness of my breasts, plumping them up. I thumbed the little metal studs and my head tipped back on a moan.
The dresser creaked under Jack’s white-knuckled grip. His jaw popped under the strain of holding himself tethered. “Tell me about the piercings. When did you get them done?”
“These?” I flicked them again.
“Unless you have something else hidden away. But I think I would have noticed that.”
“No other piercings. Not yet, anyway.” I flashed a grin.
“I got pierced a couple months before Maya’s third birthday.
” Suddenly shy, I peeked up at him. “Maybe we should talk about this later. Over strip poker or something. I don’t want to ruin the mood and…
I get if the whole mom thing is kind of a turnoff. ”
Jack’s forehead furrowed and his head tilted like it took him a moment to understand the words coming out of my mouth.
“Janie, nothing about you is a turnoff. Certainly not you being a mom. There’s literally nothing you can say right now that could make me want you less.
I’m so hard right now I fucking ache for you.
So keep playing with your nipples, honey, and tell me about the piercings. I want to know everything about you.”
His words set off a shimmer of warmth through me. How could he be so sweet and dirty at the same time? I couldn’t get enough.
“I’ve always had sensitive breasts—in a good way. I loved having them touched and played with. I could get off on nipple play alone. Probably, anyway. I’ve never put that to the test.”
The way his gaze dipped hungrily to my fingers strumming my nipples, I had the feeling he planned to rectify that someday. “Is that a fact?” he said casually, and I shivered at the promise there.
I squeezed my thighs together. “Mmhmm. But when I got pregnant, suddenly I lost all that. My body wasn’t my own anymore.
It was Maya’s. It grew her for nine months and then it fed her for twelve more.
And that did not feel good. It took months before I could even tolerate wearing a bra without coating my nipples in lanolin first. After I weaned her, I thought I would never want anyone to touch me there again. ”
“But you like it now.” His eyes flared as I tugged my nipples.
“It took over a year for it to feel good again. I kind of discovered it by accident. Just playing with myself.” I bit back a smile at his whimper.
“So I decided, I wanted something to make me feel good. Just me. I wanted my breasts to feel like mine again after belonging to someone else for so long. The piercings might be fun for you to look at and play with, but the physical pleasure of them is all mine.”
Did I sound gleeful? Smug and self-satisfied? I didn’t fucking care.
Jack didn’t seem to care either, because he pushed away from the dresser and stalked toward me. I kept playing with piercings, my gaze locked on his, as he met me on the bed.
His hands covered mine, cupping my breasts, shaping them with his hands. “Fuck, your tits are magnificent.”
The words were profane, but they sounded reverent on his lips. I didn’t feel objectified; I felt worshipped.
His thumbs rolled the studs and then his mouth was there, hot and wet, his tongue sliding lewdly between our fingers to find my peaked nipples. I cried out and arched into his mouth. Pleasure coursed through me, heat rushing through every limb.
“Janie.” His lips were shiny and wet when he lifted his head. “Someday I’m going to make you come using only my fingers and mouth on your nipples. And then I’m going to fuck your tits until I come. But I’m not going to do that now because I need you to understand something.”
My brain had short circuited at the image of him fucking my breasts, so all I could do was stare at him blankly and ask, “What’s that?”
“Your tits belong to you, but your pussy is mine.”
Before I could say a word, he flipped me onto my back and yanked my shorts and underwear down my legs. He pushed away from me to peel off his sweatpants and then settled between my thighs.
I canted my hips, desperate to have him inside me, but he only dragged his dick from my opening to my clit. “Jack,” I begged.
His voice was smooth and thick as honey. “You need something, baby?”
“You know what I need.” I growled in frustration as he teased me with his cock, getting my hopes up as he nudged against my entrance only to take it away again, ghosting my clit in a way that was too light for satisfaction and only made me want him more.
“Then tell me what I want to hear. Who does this pussy belong to, Janie?”
Even if I had wanted to lie, my soaked pussy gave me away. “You. It belongs to you.”
Jack thrust into me so hard I curled into him, clinging to his shoulders for dear life.
He held himself there and looked down at me with an intensity that made my eyes water.
“Good.” He dragged his nose along mine, his voice nothing more than a ragged whisper, all his smirking bravado gone.
“Because there’s not a single part of me that doesn’t belong to you, Janie. ”
All the air whooshed out of my lungs. I gaped at him, trying to get my bearings.
And then he slid out slowly, pushed back in inch by delicious thick inch, and I gave up. Who needed bearings anyway. Not a girl getting fucked by Jack Price, that’s for sure.
We moved together in slow, deliberate thrusts, our eyes locked on each other. And then he hit a spot deep inside me that hurt so good I gasped. His eyes widened and then went half-hooded. Nothing was slow now, nothing was deliberate. We slammed against each other, hands groping, bodies grappling.
“God, you’re close,” he panted in my ear, his words thick and drugged. “I can feel my pussy tightening. Let me have it, honey. I need it.”
I couldn’t have stopped it even if I wanted to—which I very much didn’t. Pleasure surged through me and I came crying his name. He pumped into me hard, his hand fisted in my hair, filling me up while my orgasm was still pulsing.
He collapsed over me, rolling to his side to keep from crushing me, and we lay there, completely spent, until our breathing returned to normal. After cleaning up, we got right back in bed.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms and didn’t wake up until nearly nine.
I didn’t even have to palm strike his nose.