Jack In The Box novel Chapter 46

Riley

“My name’s Jackson Wolfe, but you can call me Jack. What’s your name, beautiful?”

I had to be imagining this right? I mean, Jack can’t be sitting here beside me, looking as hot as badass as an action hero, and giving me that panty-melting smile and voice as smooth as silk.

Surely, I’d taken my imagination too far, or I’d had far too much to drink. I sipped on my Sangria. Jack’s smoldering brown eyes assessed me from above the rims of his glass.

Two can play a game.

“I don’t talk to strangers.” I told him.

“Oh, come on. Let me buy you a drink at least.” He continued.

I was acting really tough by not acting desperate but all I wanted to do was curl into his lap and have his mouth over mine. Even thinking about it, made my knees weak.

“I already have a boyfriend.” I informed him and waited for his reaction. To see the surprise on his face or even disappointment, but he just smiled like a sly fox that he was.

“You do, huh?” He asked, grinning. “Lucky guy. Well, it’s too bad because I’m still single.”

“Now that you know that I have a boyfriend, how about you go and bother someone else?” I said taking a sip of my drink.

Instead of feeling insulted like a man normally would, he slid closer towards me. I could smell the overpowering scent of musk and lavender, it was too addicting. That hadn’t changed about him; he wasn’t completely shaved and that was new, it gave him a more mature look. I had an urge to run my fingers through his thick hair and feel those whiskers on my skin.

“I just want to keep bothering you until you finally give in.” He whispered close to my ear and that brought goosebumps on my body. He’d taken off his leather jacket, and now I could see the black t-shirt that he’d been wearing underneath outlining an impressive set of abs.

Neither his delicious abs nor his sexy smile was going to distract me tonight. He’d left me stranded for six months, had he been expecting a ‘welcome home’ party?

“Would you please leave me alone?” I asked.

When in truth I didn’t want him to leave, like ever! But I’d rather eat freshly cut grass from the lawn than admit that.

“I’ll give you five seconds to leave, Cotton-Candy. If you don’t, I’ll carry you off into a private lounge like a caveman and then you can’t say no.”

“Listen...”

“Five...”

I took a sip of my drink.

“Four...”

“Three...”

I remained seated right there, not moving a muscle.”

“Two. One.” He laughed. “You’ve made your decision.”

His strong arms went under my knees and the other around my shoulders, he carried me bridal style towards the lounges. Heads turned and some people cheered us as he weaved through the crowd with me in his arms. Finally he brought me to a much more private lounge, a VIP lounge precisely, which was relatively smaller than the one I’d celebrated my party in. This one had a corner curved booth that we could both use to relax and talk.

An unopened bottle of champagne was sitting at the center of the table with two tall flutes. A bouquet of large roses, larger than the ones Paul had given me (I might add), and a gift wrapped box sat there.

I settled down in the middle, marveling everything. “You remembered.” I said.

“Of course I did.” His expressions still held amusement. “Happy Birthday, Cotton-Candy.”

A waitress walked in and placed a muffin sized cake in front of me and left the room. It was decorated to look like Cotton-Candy, vivid colors like violet, blue and pink. I laughed. “Thank you.”

“You’re pretty easy to please.” He commented.

“Oh no, I’m just pleased by your gesture, but that doesn’t mean I’m not mad at you for leaving me.”

“I hadn’t really left, you know.” His eyes weren’t even on my face; he was looking down at the low V cut of the neckline. I would be kidding if I said I wasn’t liking his horny stares.

I picked up the cake and took a bite; it tasted like heaven in my mouth. “So what now? You’re just going to wish me and leave again?”

“Didn’t you hear what I said? I never left.” He moved closer and I felt the heat of his body beside mine.

He didn’t give me a chance to answer as he brought his face close to mine and licked the icing off the side of my lips. “Hmmm...tastes better when I’m licking it off you.” He whispered, his hand that was covered in tattoos was moving towards the dress, he found the slit and moved his fingers beneath the dress. The pressure and the feel of his strong hands was enough to turn me on. “Would it be inappropriate to tell you...” he said huskily. “That I always watched you from the sidelines for the last six months, I saw you, Riley, when you wore that tight red dress and flaunted—” He reached for my breast and gave it a squeeze. “These in that club that night...”

Now I couldn’t even begin to understand what he was saying because his tongue was grazing my ear. I couldn’t hold it any longer; I turned around to face him, caught fistful of his shirt and brought his mouth to mine in a hard kiss, a sensual long kiss that had long been overdue. His tongue moved inside mine in urgent strokes; hot and needy. We kissed like there was no tomorrow, that either of both of us would die, like I wouldn’t survive if I stopped kissing him. He caught my thigh and brought it around himself so I was stranding him.

I didn’t even realize when his fingers had pulled the zipper of the dress down. “I love you.” He murmured. “I waited so long for this. Led a life of celibacy for six fucking months, but it’s worth it. You better let me keep touching you now.”

“Someone would see us.” I said, already feeling giddy with his words.

“No one can. It’s a VIP lounge, one that doesn’t have any cameras installed.” He said and proceeded to kiss me again, his fingers now were dipping in the thong that I was wearing.

I gasped when his fingers found my cleft and he drove his finger inside while kissing me fiercely.

I came up for air, trying to control the moans that were erupting from my throat. “Not here, Jack, let’s go somewhere more private.”

“Let’s go to my place.” He suggested with a devilish smile.

We stopped in front of a slick, white sports BMW i8 that I’d only seen on the roads and on an episode of Top Gear, never dreamed of riding it. Jack grinned as the door opened upward. “What do you think?”

“Are you trying to impress me?” I asked sliding into the passenger side.

“Well, is it working?”

I sighed. “Jack, you already know I’m not impressed by your wealth and money. I don’t want any of it. I wouldn’t care if you lived in a tent.”

He laughed. “Seriously?”

“Um, maybe I would. I mean a tent isn’t really very convenient, is it?”

“It would be really convenient for some things that I had in mind for you.” He pecked my lips. “You know what I like about you...”

“What?”

“You never ask for more, you just do the best with what you already have and I love you so fucking much for that.”

My heart was beating so wildly. As he drove towards his house, I had to constantly tell Jack to slow down. He looked so happy and my heart soared when I saw the happiness so clear on his face. A year back, he’d been locked up in a room sometimes in strait-jackets, restrained and although he looked like he didn’t care, I’d seen the despair clear in his eyes. The thought that I was even a little bit responsible to take the darkness away from him pleased me.

The car maneuvered near a four story mansion, the letters ‘W’ were marked on the either sides of the gates. He parked the car near a row of other cars and we started walking into the mansion. The courtyard was beautiful, freshly mowed and some areas covered in flowerbeds.

A man of average height, bushy mustache and friendly gray eyes welcomed us. Jack tossed the keys of his car towards the man who caught it in mid-air. It gave me the impression that the two did this often. “How’s it going, Lynn?”

“Everything is fine, sir. Dinner is ready to be served.” He threw me a look and then to Jack he said, “If you wish to dine in your room, I’ll have Lily bring dinner upstairs.”

There was the playful grin again. “Look at her carefully, Lynn. In a month or less, she’s going to be giving you orders in this house so you better learn what she likes and what she doesn’t.”

Lynn looked as shocked as I did. His bushy moustaches twitched. “Congratulations Miss, sir. I will have all the preparations made all at once.” And then he bellowed somewhere at the back, “Georgie, Lily, Dorothy, we have a new mistress of the household.”

“Lynn, please make sure we’re not to be disturbed. If we need dinner or assistance, I will ring for you.”

The maids had stopped doing whatever work they’d been doing and sneaked glances at me now. Every corner had a curious head peering at me like I was a rare species that the gardener had found in the lawn and meant to be marveled.

“What does it mean?” I asked Jack as we started climbing the marble staircase.