Intended for Bristol (Second Chances #9)

“Oh yeah?”

Nodding, I clutched his hand and squeezed before pulling away. “I wanted to bring you these. I hope you don’t mind, but I thought you might like it.” I carefully took off the blanket and situated each framed drawing against the wall. When I stepped out of the way, his eyes widened. He bent down and picked one up, the smile on his face the one I was hoping to see. “What do you think?” I inquired nervously.

He glanced at me and then back to his drawing. “I fucking love it. Where did you get the frames?”

“I had them made for you. I thought they’d go perfectly with your drawings. Maybe you could hang them in one of your rooms,” I suggested.

He shook his head and my heart sank, but then he looked at me and smiled. “They’re going out here. That way when everyone walks through the door they’ll see them.”

“You don’t have to do that on my account, Jack.”

Setting the picture down, he grabbed my face in his hands. “I’m not. I love that you did this for me.”

“You have a talent and people should see it. The next step is to get those designs out and make history.”

He lowered his lips to mine, just a gentle touch. “Why do you believe in me?”

“Because,” I murmured, kissing him back, “I can see the passion in your eyes. Not many people have that look.”

His gaze never wavered and I couldn’t help but shiver, especially when he pressed his body to mine. “It’s all because of you, Bristol. What you see is because of you.”

My chest felt like it was going to explode and I sucked in a breath. He started to speak again, but I pressed a finger to his lips. “I was hoping you’d say something like that.” I didn’t want to think of my actions or what was going to happen afterward. What I wanted was the moment, and the belief that what was happening between us was real. Our connection was strong; I could feel it in my blood. I wanted to embrace it, to stop running away for fear that he was going to hurt me.

I pressed my lips firmly to his and deepened the kiss. Jack groaned and went along with it, but then he pulled away, his eyes raw and heated. “What are you doing?”

“I want this, Jack. I want you. Please,” I moaned, kissing him again. “Make love to me.”

His fingers dug into my hips, pressing me against the hardness between his legs. “You don’t want me, Bristol. I’m not the kind of guy you need.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt. He stared at my fingers as each button I undid exposed a new area of bare skin beneath. Jack closed his eyes and released a shaky breath. When he opened them, a wildness had taken over and I trembled.

“Fuck,” he growled, ripping my shirt the rest of the way off. Whirling me around, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. His hands reached around my back and my bra instantly fell to the floor. When his lips wrapped around a nipple, I thought I was going to explode right there. Everything inside me tightened and I cried out.

His mouth trailed up my breasts to my neck, leaving chill bumps in their wake. “Where do you want to do this?” he murmured low. His teeth nipped the tender flesh behind my ear and I moaned.

“Your room,” I pleaded.

Lifting me in his arms, he carried me up the stairs and into a room that smelled exactly like him. The light was dim, but I could see that his domain was completely different from the downstairs. Parts of his walls were a dark blue, while the others were brown. It had a completely different feel than the downstairs with all the black. I was starting to believe I had him pegged all wrong.

He laid me down on the bed and smiled. “Not what you were expecting?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

I shook my head. “No, but I love it. It suits you.”

Standing up, he took off his shirt, pants, and underwear and then climbed back on the bed beside me, naked and so irresistibly hard I couldn’t wait to touch him. I wrapped my hand around his length, and he sucked in a breath when I gripped it tight. He fumbled with the button on my pants and slid a finger inside me, and then another. I was about to come when he stopped and placed his fingers in his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste good. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes,” I murmured. “I’m ready.” I slid my pants down, taking my panties with them, and he pulled them the rest of the way off. He kissed his way up my thigh and spread me wide, his cock pressing into my opening.

Leaning down, he kissed my breasts and pressed his weight against me. “Are you protected, or do I…”

Before he could finish, I bit his lip and smiled. “We’re good—I’m on the pill.”

He growled deep in his chest and pushed his way inside, inch by glorious inch. It hurt at first, but it was a delicious ache. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I thrust my hips against his, hoping to alleviate the ache inside my core. Jack’s mouth was everywhere, little nips here and there that absolutely drove me insane.

“I’m so close,” I cried.

His grip tightened. “So am I.”

He grunted a few more times, his thrusts deep and hard. It took only a couple of seconds of that to drive me over the edge. Digging my nails in his back, I screamed out my release as he came inside me, his cock pulsating and sending tremors through every fiber of my being.

Jack gazed down at me and brushed the dampened hair off my forehead. “How was that, love?”

If my smile wasn’t answer enough, I didn’t know what was. “Incredible,” I gushed.

He kissed me softly and gently entwined his tongue with mine. His cock was still inside me, but I could feel it hardening again. After he broke the kiss, he said, “Stay with me. I’m not ready to let you go.”

I was hoping he never would.



“Rise and shine,” Jack whispered in my ear.

His arms were so warm, I didn’t want to leave their confines. “What time is it?”