Jack In The Box novel Chapter 19

I woke up in the morning to find myself nestled between Jack’s arms. I brought my hand to his face and brushed the locks of dark silky hair and sighed. His caramel colored skin glistened in the sunlight that streamed from the open drapes.

When Jack opened his eyes, I was still staring at him. Amusement was clear on his features. In a sleepy, husky voice, he said. “I want to be inside you again.”

My heart thudded against my chest rapidly. “Shower first.”

He chuckled. “You didn’t even pretend to decline this time.”

I gathered the bedsheet around my naked body and started walking towards the bathroom when one end of the cloth got stuck somewhere, I glanced back to see Jack holding it.

“Let go.” I said.

He grinned. “What’s the point of hiding something that I’ve already seen?”

My cheeks caught fire. I was blushing a lot this morning for someone who was encouraging and moaning his name. Last night was different, the room was dark. Now it was daytime and Jack seeing me fully naked this time made me a little nervous.

“Let me have the shower first.”

He grasped my body and pulled me possessively against him, smiling. “Not unless you let me come in with you. I’m a bath specialist. I can scrub your body with precision.”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m sure you can.”

And he did follow me in the bathroom. His mouth came crashing down on mine as his hands moved to my breasts and then to my hips. He picked me up with an easy grace and I was stranding him in the shower with the warm spray of the water sprinkling over us. We didn’t finish in the shower, instead we bathed together and crashed back in bed.

He took a while to watch my body, tracing his fingers over every curve and then his mouth was everywhere. A few minutes later Jack was thrusting into me relentlessly.

“Oh, Riley.” Jack growled my name in such anguish that I thought he was in pain at first.

He pulled a bit out and slid inside again and I groaned. “Jack...”

It felt too good. I had tears at the corner of my eyes, I was pretty sure I’d drove my nails into his back. It was so wrong and it still felt so right. I was in bed with a criminal and I didn’t have any guilt left inside me anymore.

I’d betrayed everyone I knew by sleeping with the devil.

I could hear Jack moaning and grunting and then the warm spill of his seed inside me. Just when he came down from the frenzy he realized what had happened.

“I’m sorry, Riley. I didn’t realize when I....”

I put my finger on his lips. “It’s okay.” He was still inside me when I brought his mouth to mine.

And he kissed me with a delicious slowness, taking his time to lick every corner of my mouth. He kissed my forehead and rolled away.

Something in his expressions changed. His usual goofiness was masked with a dark cloud.

I scooted closer to him. He smelled of soap mixed with sweat and all male. I could get used being like this with him.

“Jack, lets run away together.” I couldn’t even believe I was saying this.

A night with this man and I was already talking gibberish.

“You like my cock that much?”

I was going to give a sarcastic come back for that but I noticed that even though he’d cracked a joke, there was no humor in his expression.

“I’m serious.”

He turned to face me, this time his expressions were vehement. “Do you realize what you’re asking, Riley?”

“Wherever that you’re going, I want to go with you. I don’t want to go home.” I said.

The corner of his mouth twitched upward. “Why do women have to get so fucking emotional every time they take a man to bed?”

“What the hell does that mean?” I asked.

His black eyes almost looked chocolate brown in the sunlight. “You told me your desire to satisfy bodily needs and that’s exactly what I did.”

I was shocked by his words. I shook my head. “You asked me to marry you the other day!”

“Goddamn Riley! That was a joke.”

“No! Don’t do this, Jack! Don’t shut me out.” I said with frustration.

My body was still sore from all the love-making and Jack was acting like he didn’t care. His eyes had been filled with so much compassion before and now they were just vacant, the kind that he usually had when he was confined in the asylum.

“You said it yourself the other day, Riley. If we were to marry, what would you tell our kids? Why am I always on a run from the authorities?”

“You’re acting like this because you’re afraid to accept these feelings.”