In Jack's Arms

And I do mean the full package. Already rock hard, his long, thick cock jutted out against the gray fabric of his boxer-briefs. The outline of his massive shaft told me I was going to be one very satisfied woman. Just as Jack handled everything else in life, I had no doubt that he would soon prove to be an incredible lover.

  Not showing the least bit of discomfort, he confidently peeled out of his underwear and dropped them with his small pile of clothing. He motioned for me to sit forward in the tub and climbed in behind me. Water and bubbles sloshed over the edge and spilled onto the towels he had smartly arranged beforehand. Leave it to Jack to be prepared for every eventuality.

  Those big, strong hands settled on my shoulders. I melted back against him, loving the way his hot, hard body pressed to mine. Soon I hoped to have all that heat and strength on top of me and inside me. I let out a low sigh as Jack's thumb worked a knot in my shoulder. He was so much bigger than me that his hands easily manipulated my shoulders and arms, easing out the tense, painful aches and leaving me limp and relaxed.

  He grabbed one of the sea sponges I kept in a basket in the corner, dipped it into the steamy, bubbly water and dragged it along my arm. Sipping wine and being bathed and massaged by the man I had been crushing on for years was like something out of my wildest fantasies. The luxurious experience left me feeling so feminine and pampered.

  "You're awfully quiet tonight, Abs."

  "Just enjoying all of this," I said, dropping my head back to his chest. "It's been a long time since I've had a break."

  Jack wrapped his arms around me. "We'll have to do this more often." He kissed my temple. "Maybe we should make it a standing date. You know—the last Tuesday of every month or something like that."

  I noticed the way he was dropping these subtle reminders of his intent toward me, toward us. It would be so easy to believe that he really meant that he wanted a long-term thing with me, but I had been burned so many times in the past. My lack of a real, solid relationship wasn't for lack of trying. I had had plenty of great boyfriends over the years, but none of them had been able to handle the added responsibilities that came with my family dynamic.

  But Jack was different. Although I really, really wanted to guard my heart, I found myself falling deeper and deeper for the sexy Marine gliding that soft sponge up and down my arms and along my belly. If ever there was a man who could be all the things I needed, it was Jack Connolly.

  He was the sort of take-charge, in control man I had always craved. He ran a successful business. He was good with money. He loved his family and would do anything for them. I had seen firsthand the way he had fought to drag Finn out of his alcohol-fueled downward spiral. Even now, Jack had opened his home to the father who had abused and hurt them so he could recuperate. That said a lot about his character and his loyalty.

  What I wouldn’t give to have a loyal, hardworking, loving man like Jack as my partner in life. It was too easy to imagine coming home to find him making dinner with Mattie's help or working in the yard or taking care of one of the household repairs that crept up every now and then. I wouldn’t have to ask. He would know it needed to be done, and he would take care of it. It would be the silent, simple way he communicated his devotion and love. I'm here. I've got this. I'll take care of you.

  Tempted by the possibilities, I traced the tattoo on his forearm. I decided to be brave. "I've had a crush on you since you walked into the shop that morning to pawn your motorcycle." Jack started to laugh. Miffed, I asked, "What?"

  He noisily kissed my neck. "I nearly tripped over my own damn feet when I spotted you behind the counter. You were the prettiest thing I had ever seen. Hell, you were so distracting I screwed up the negotiation and walked out two grand lighter than I had expected."

  Jack's admission sent a deliciously exciting flutter through my core. "Why didn't you say anything?"

  "You were really young, Abby."

  "Twenty is really young?"

  "At that time in my life, it was. I had a lot of shit I was trying to sort out from leaving the Corps and trying to fix the gym and save Finn from the bottle. I wanted you. I wanted you so bad it fucking hurt to walk away from you, but I knew that I couldn't give you what you deserved."

  "And now?" I held my breath and waited for his reply.

  "Now I'm right where I need to be." He pulled me in a little tighter and pressed his lips to my cheek. "Now you're right where you need to be."

  He palmed my breast and brushed his thumb across my nipple. The sensitive nub responded to his teasing touch and started to harden. I tried to push away the nagging voice that reminded me of my inadequacy in the bust department, but it was hard to ignore when I'd beaten over the head with lingerie advertisements featuring lush, voluptuous figures since my pre-teen years.

  Despite my hang-ups on my small breasts, Jack seemed to find them rather interesting. His gentle caresses grew more arousing. He pinched my nipples, not hard enough to hurt, but with enough pressure to my clitoris pulse. My pussy throbbed now, the core of me heating up in anticipation of the lovemaking that would soon happen.

  Like me, Jack was getting more worked up too. He nibbled my neck and teethed my earlobe while massaging my breasts. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my bottom. I wiggled my hips and lifted my backside, widening my thighs and welcoming the long length of him between them. When I reached down and wrapped my fingers around that big, thick shaft, he growled, the low, rumbling waves of it rolling through my chest. "Abby."

  Smiling at the way I had so much power over him, I stroked him from the wide base of his erection to the ruddy tip and then back down again. His hot flesh filled my palm. When I slipped my other hand down to cup his sac, Jack swore softly and then grazed this teeth over the sensitive spot where my pulse beat so erratically in my throat.

  Jack shifted slightly and his cock rubbed against the slick feminine center of me. It would be so easy to lift up just a little and let the broad head of his cock breach my pussy. I could sink down on him, letting him stretch and fill me, and rock myself to a mind-blowing orgasm on the cock I had craved for so long.

  But I didn't.

  Yet.

  Stroking Jack's shaft, I tightened my fingers and added a little more pressure. He responded as I expected he would, thrusting up into my hand and rocking against me. Letting my thighs fall apart, I dropped back against Jack's chest, molding my body to his, and welcomed his seeking hands. He used both of them to frame my pussy. His long fingers gently pried apart my folds while his thumbs settled on either side of my pulsing clit. He massaged them up and down, stimulating that tiny pearl while licking at my neck and teething my ear.

  Jack cupped my breast in one massive paw but kept the other hand between my thighs. He played with my pussy like a master, his fingertips circling and tapping until I was shaking and panting. Nestling his face against my ear, he whispered, "I can't wait to get you in bed so I can replace my fingers with my tongue." He swirled them around my throbbing clit. "I'm going to suck this little berry into my mouth and lash it with my tongue until you come hard."

  My face was so hot now. Breasts aching and nipples electrified, I closed my eyes and imagined all the things Jack described. I could just imagine the feel of his tongue on my sex, probing and flicking until I screamed his name.

  "Are you going to let me eat this sweet pussy of yours, Abby?" He tweaked my nipple, making me gasp. "Are you going to let me wiggle my tongue here?" His finger slid down to my entrance. "So I can taste your honey?"

  "Oh God." I hovered on the verge of a wickedly strong climax. No man had ever spoken like this in front of me. No man had ever said such erotic things. His words were like an aphrodisiac. I couldn't get enough.

  "Come for me, Abby. Show me how much you want my tongue here." His finger tapped my clitoris, and I exploded with wild spasms of pure delight. Water sloshed around me, spilling over the edge of the tub, as I kicked and rocked to the rhythm he played.

  "Jack! Jack!"

  "That's it, sugar. Yo
u come for me." His fingers rubbed right through my orgasm until finally he stopped. I sagged against his broad chest. He curved his hand over my bare mound in a protective gesture. I enjoyed the ticklish kisses he peppered on my neck and lazily stroked his cock.

  "Abby, we need to move this out of the tub."

  Grinning impishly, I continued to stroke his cock. "Where to?"

  He groaned and pushed against my hand. "Baby, you keep that up much longer, and I'm going to throw you down on the bath mat and take you right here."

  An illicit thrill rushed through me. "Sexy as that sounds, I'm pretty fond of mattresses."

  "Then you had better get that sweet little ass of yours moving," he urged.

  Laughing, I climbed out of the tub and grabbed a towel. Jack joined me on the mat and made hasty work of wicking the moisture from his skin. I started to pick up the soaking wet towels on the floor but Jack popped my bottom. "Leave it."

  "But—"

  "No." He swung me up into his arms, turned sideways to get me through the door and then tossed me onto the bed. Taken aback, I gasped and then succumbed to a fit of giggles when Jack hopped onto the mattress with me. He pinned me to the bed, grasping my small wrists in his big hand, and dragging them high overhead. My breaths quickened at the taboo thrill of being held captive. Jack must have seen the spark of interest in my eyes because he nipped at my full lower lip. "Do you like being tied down?"

  "I haven't ever tried anything like that," I admitted. Feeling a bit nervous but wanting to be honest, I confessed, "I haven’t had sex in over a year, Jack." I calculated the time since my last serious boyfriend. "Actually, it's more like sixteen months."

  "It's been a while for me, too." He traced my lips with his tongue before sucking the tip of mine in the most delightfully naughty way. "We'll take our time and make it good."

  Wanting to get the birth control discussion out of the way before things got too hot and heavy, I explained, "I have an IUD but I've always insisted on condoms. I still get tested at my yearly exam."

  "I haven't ever gone latex-free," Jack said. "Finn and I had our annual checkups earlier in the year so we could get better insurance rates. I'm in the clear."

  I swallowed as I realized what he was suggesting. "Do you want to make love to me without…?"

  "Do you want me to?"

  Something about the prospect of feeling Jack fill me with his seed, even if it couldn't take hold, struck me as incredibly erotic. It would be a first for both of us and an experience we had shared with no other lovers. The idea of sharing something new enticed me.

  "Yes."

  He brushed his lips to mine and tightened his hold on my wrists. My body blossomed with goosebumps as he exerted so much control over me. Closing my eyes, I surrendered to him and welcomed his skills as a lover. There was so much Jack could teach me, and I wanted to start our first lesson.

  Taking his time loving me, Jack kissed and nipped every inch of my body. His mouth traveled from my forehead to my toes before he flipped me onto my belly and traveled right back up again. When he had laid claim to me in that way, he tugged me onto my back again and dragged me to the edge of the bed.

  Sinking down to his knees, Jack placed my feet flat on the mattress and rested his hands on my inner thighs. He gazed at my sex for a long time before separating the petals to examine the dewy center of me. "What do you like, Abby?"

  I blinked with confusion. "What do you mean?"

  "When man goes down on you, do you like fast strokes or slow? Lots of pressure or light?"

  I stared at the ceiling and tried to find the courage to admit how little experience I had in that arena. "I've never… I mean…"

  "None of your old boyfriends ever did this?"

  "None of them," I confirmed.

  "Selfish bastards," he growled.

  Sliding a hand down to block him, I whispered, "You don't have to do it, Jack. I don't want you to feel obligated."

  "Obligated?" He pushed my hand out of the way. "Sugar, if you only knew how many times I've imagined this while stroking myself."

  "Really?" The idea that Jack had fantasized about me while finding pleasure made me dizzy.

  "Really," he murmured and swiped his tongue through my folds. "I've been dying for a taste of this juicy cunt of yours."

  My blood pressure skyrocketed, my blood rushing by my eardrums so fast and loud I couldn't hear anything but the whoosh whoosh whoosh. Jack fluttered his tongue around my clitoris, and I nearly died. I honestly could not draw a breath into my oxygen starved lungs. The soft but firm tip of his tongue circled that swollen pearl and flicked at it. The sensation was unlike any I ever could have imagined. It was so much better than my fingers or his.

  Unable to contain myself, I cried out again and again and swiveled my hips. Jack grasped my waist and used his wide shoulders to hold me open for his oral assault. He did such incredible things to me, flicking and fluttering and suckling at my inflamed clitoris until I was a sobbing mess. Pleasure jolted me, and I came harder than ever before in my life. On and on the climax went, the waves of it slamming into me and dragging me deeper and deeper into the dark waters of utter ecstasy.

  He wiped his mouth on my inner thigh and dragged me into the center of the bed. Pushing my thighs wide again, Jack grasped the base of his cock and nudged the weeping crown between my slick folds. He gathered my nectar on his ruddy skin and used the head of his penis to stimulate my overly sensitive clitoris before finally—finally!—sheathing himself inside me.

  Head thrown back, I shouted his name and clutched at his arms. His thrusts started slow and easy as he let me acclimate to the length and girth of his impressive shaft. When I relaxed totally beneath him, Jack gathered my wrists again and pinned them to the pillow. The weight of him pressed me down, and I arched up onto my shoulders to meet his thrusts.

  They were harder now, faster, and I urged him on with my whimpers and moans. Jack plundered my mouth, his tongue stabbing and taking while his cock pounded into me. In no time at all, I hovered on the verge of another mind-shattering orgasm. He must have seen the need twisting up my expression because he changed his angle. Four good thrusts, and I fell over the edge, shouting his name and wishing the joyful bursts would never, ever end.

  But, like all good things, they did. Whispering my name, Jack slammed forward, the force of his final thrust causing me to slide along the sheets, and touched his forehead to mine. We shared ragged breaths as he pumped his hot seed into me and shuddered against my body.

  With an exaggerated groan, Jack fell onto his side. He grabbed the top sheet and dragged it over our rapidly cooling bodies. "You're dangerous, Abby."

  Curling into him, I stared up at him in disbelief. "Me? Dangerous?"

  "One taste, and I can tell I'll never be able to get enough of you."

  "Is that a bad thing?"

  "Hardly," he said with a grin and gathered me close. "Though I have a feeling we're both going to be very tired for the next few days."

  Yawning, I snuggled tight and kissed his cheek. "Then we should probably sneak in a nap while we can…"

  Chapter Six

  After a day spent with furious customers shrieking in my face and into my ear, I had never wanted to hit the gym more. While it seemed my lawyer's best efforts to smooth over the issues with the police department were working, the customers who had unknowingly purchased stolen goods were understandably angry and disappointed. I had issued refunds and given gift cards to stores where they could purchase brand new game systems, DVD players and televisions. The added complication of a bad reputation was the last thing the shop needed after that robbery.

  "Hey! I hoped to see you tonight." Bee Langston playfully bumped my hip as she pulled her long hair into a high ponytail. The tech goddess who had recently signed a jaw-dropping multi-billion dollar deal was dating Jack's youngest brother Kelly. They were a perfectly matched couple, and after everything they had survived in the last few weeks, it was clear they had the strength to pull
through anything. "I was so upset when I heard about the break-in at your shop and the brick through your window. Are you okay?"

  "I'm fine. The shop is good too." I didn’t tell her about the stolen property Dan had been fencing through my front doors. While I trusted that she would keep that info to herself, I couldn't trust the dozens of ears standing close. The word would get out soon enough, but I wasn't about to hasten it along. "How's the tech world going?"

  "Busy," she said. Lowering her voice, she stepped closer and whispered, "I'm thinking about running away."

  "What?"

  She giggled. "Actually, I'm thinking about dragging Kelly with me on a long vacation. Just the two of us. Someplace quiet. Unplugged."

  "You? Unplugged? Not possible!"

  She laughed. "See? That's what I mean! I need to get away. I need to recharge. This is the perfect time to do it. I'm in between projects. My team is amazing. I need to go now before I get dragged into some new, huge undertaking."

  "So go," I said and started working my way through the warm-up routine scrawled on the whiteboard at the front of the room. "What does Kelly say about a vacation?"

  "He's surprisingly open to it." Bee stretched next to me and kept her voice conspiratorially quiet as she asked, "What about you and the oldest Connolly brother?"

  A blush blazed across my face as I remembered our incredible night together. The morning had been just as hot. After some of the things Jack had done to me, I would never again think of breakfast in bed quite the same way. "We're good."

  "Uh-huh," she said with a coy smile. "You know I want details, right? We should go out for a drink after class. We can swap yummy stories about our men."

  Drinks? Swapping stories? I realized that it was the first time another woman had invited me out for some girl-time since college. After graduation, I had thrown myself into the business. Not long after that, Granddad had started getting sick and Mattie had run into some minor problems at school. My friends—well, the girls I thought were my friends—had slowly disappeared.

  "I'd like that," I said, excited by the prospect of rebuilding my social life. "I can't tonight. Mattie's out with a friend of ours at a baseball game, and I have some laundry and household stuff I need to catch up on while he's out."