“Thatta’ girl, do it,” he commanded. “Fuck yourself, Reina,” he grunted.
I slid one finger into my wetness, arched my hips off the mattress, added another finger and slid them in and out of my heat, all the while keeping my eyes on Jack as he jerked his cock.
Moaning, I pressed my thumb against my clit, the bundle of nerves coming alive under the pressure.
“Look like a fucking dream on my bed, in my cut, fucking yourself—sweetest dream I’ve ever known,” he ground out.
His hand dropped from his cock and he moved between my legs, tugging my wrist, pulling my fingers out from me and up to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around my fingers and sucked them dry.
I lifted my back off the bed and knelt on the mattress, his hands gripped the leather vest to pull me against him, his mouth falling over mine. His tongue slid over mine and I could taste the subtle remnants of myself that lingered in his mouth.
I closed my hand over his cock, the throb against my palm and the need to have him deep in my mouth washed over me. Breathless and wanton, I pulled my mouth from his.
“I want to wrap my mouth around your cock,” I whispered, leaning close to him, stroking him gently.
“Want to feel you in my throat,” I begged, before taking his hands and tugging him onto the bed. He rolled onto his back and I threw my leg over his body, straddling him as he brought his hands to rest under his head.
“Go for it, Sunshine, take my cock,” he dared.
I slid down his body, brought his cock to my lips and opened my mouth. I worked him as deep as he’d go. I sucked him, feeling the throb against my tongue and the beginnings of his orgasm trickling down my throat.
He gripped my hair, pulled out of my mouth and flipped me onto my back, spreading the folds of his vest apart and cupping my tits in his hands.
I licked my lips as he nudged my legs apart. His cock pulsed, veins hardened, and the tip glistened as he moved his hand to his shaft and guided himself to my pussy.
He bent down, covered my nipple with his mouth and drove his cock into me. I gasped, wrapping my arms around his back, my nails clawing his skin as he rocked into me, hard and greedy, pushing in and slipping out.
“Not sure about much, but pretty fucking sure that my cock belongs to that tight fucking pussy,” he grunted against my ear, charging into me again. I lifted my hips, skin slapped skin, sweat spreading across our bodies like a wild fire as his cock pushed so deep inside of me I thought he would tear me apart.
He brought my leg over his shoulder changing positions. His eyes dipped to where our bodies joined, forcing mine to follow. Friction built, his pace quickened and before I could control it, I was screaming his name over and over, succumbing to my orgasm.
“That’s my girl, fucking beautiful when she’s coming around my cock,” he panted, before dropping his head back and groaning. The cords in his neck straining, his eyes closed. He looked at peace as he gave me his release.
I stared up at him through my hooded eyes, feeling him throbbing inside of me, never wanting it to end.
His beautiful features contorting in ecstasy.
I did that to him.
Mine.
If only for tonight.
He straightened up, opened his eyes and glanced down at me.
“You,” he whispered.
“Me,” I confirmed, inhaling a sharp breath. I watched his neck work as he swallowed hard and stared at me in wonderment.
He dropped his weight, his body falling over mine, still joined, he wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over with the last bit of strength he had. He kissed the top of my head and I rested my hand over his heart, over his tattoo. His hand slid to my puckered flesh, squeezing gently.
In the dark night, silence fell over us. Scar to scar, soul to soul, I closed my eyes and listened to Jack’s heartbeat, a rhythm that matched my own. I fell asleep in the arms of the man who healed me.
Chapter Twenty
“Dad?”
I turned around slowly, searching for the face of an unfamiliar voice that called out to me, but found nothing but darkness.
“Dad, it’s me,” the young man’s voice said.
Again, I frantically spun around only to hear the laughter of a young man.
“Jack? Where are you?” I called into the darkness.
“Over here,” he said chuckling like any young kid would who was teasing their old man. I followed the voice, turning slightly to my left. My heart lurched inside my chest as I came face to face with the young man I never got to know. He wore a Yankee cap, propped down low shadowing half of his face. I watched as he lifted his hands, turned the cap backward and displayed his face to me. Gone was the baby face of the boy I lost, the chubby cheeks now slender, his jaw more pronounced, his nose thinner and more prominent. He had his mama’s green eyes and from what I could see peeking out from the ends of his cap, he had my black hair, dark as night. His smile stopped my aching heart, revealing two perfect dimples. His lips quirked, much like mine seldom do as he stared at me.