Chapter Eighteen

Jessie: I’m home. We got back early this morning.

Jessie texted Zoey. It was ten o’clock and she had just gotten out of the shower. She was meeting her family for brunch at a restaurant on the waterfront at eleven o’clock.

Zoey: Oh good. You can go to the O’s game with us.

Jessie: YES!

Zoey: Great we’ll pick you up at the restaurant.

Jessie: What about my car?

Zoey: We can grab it on the way back. Can you just leave it there?

Jessie: I guess so.

Zoey: Okay be there at 12:30.

Jessie: Okay.

Jessie finished getting ready. She wore a pretty sundress, purple with little white flowers and cute white sandals with glittery straps. She threw a pair of shorts, an Orioles tank top and a baseball cap in her bag so she could change for the game.

BRUNCH WITH HER FAMILY WAS awesome. She loved them so much.

Her brother and his family were there, and her parents, of course. They had such a good time together, laughing and teasing each other goodnaturedly. Jessie felt so lucky to have the family that she did.

At almost twelve-thirty, Jessie felt her phone buzz. A text from Zoey.

Zoey: Waiting for you out front.

Jessie said goodbye to her family. She walked out of the restaurant and climbed into the back of Chris’s truck. Zoey was in the backseat, while Jack rode up front with Chris. She hadn’t known that Jack was also going, but she wasn’t too surprised.

“Hey,” Jessie put her seatbelt on after she and Zoey hugged briefly.

Jessie and Zoey chatted on the way to Camden Yards, while Jack and Chris had their own conversation up front.

Jessie hadn’t had a chance to tell Zoey about the kiss between her and Jack. She would need to wait until they were alone.

Jessie changed her clothes in the backseat after they parked, while Jack and Chris took several steps away so she could have some privacy. The back windows of Chris’s truck were tinted so no one could really see inside anyway.

The baseball game was a blast. The O’s led the whole game. They were having a great season.

Zoey noticed that Jack and Jessie were very chatty with each other. They leaned in close to talk to each other, and sometimes Jack would whisper something in Jessie’s ear, or tickle her side, and she would giggle.

Also, Jack couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off her. She did look super cute in her tight Orioles tank top, her blonde hair in a ponytail through the back of her baseball cap.

He was being very obvious, his eyes all over her boobs and ass. Although it wasn’t unusual for Jack to check her out, he was usually a little more discreet. More like quick glances than overt staring.

When Jack and Chris left together to make another beer run, Zoey turned to Jessie.

“Okay, so what’s up?”

“What do you mean?” Jessie looked clueless.

“With Jack? So touchy-feely with you today and now running off to get you food and beer? Why is he acting like he’s your man all of the sudden?” Zoey looked at her suspiciously.

“He’s not. He’s just being nice. We got a lot… closer… over the past few days. I guess spending practically every minute alone together for five days took us to a new comfort level. But I do have something to tell you.”

Jessie quickly told her the story of the kiss, glancing around often to make sure Jack and Chris weren’t coming back.

“Oh my God!” Zoey’s eyes were wide. “Are you serious?”

Jessie nodded sadly. “I’m sure he was just drunk when he kissed me. Neither of us have acknowledged it. I guess we’re just pretending like it didn’t happen. Which is fine. Jack isn’t interested in me. And even if he was, I wouldn’t just have sex with him. You know that.”

“I know. But do you… have feelings for him?” Zoey asked, looking right through her like she always could.

Jessie didn’t answer for a moment. She glanced around again and shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. I know I shouldn’t. He’s definitely not right for me.”

Jack and Chris returned from the concession stands, so they had to stop talking about it, but Jessie knew the discussion was far from over. No way would Zoey let this one go.

“SO WHAT’S GOING ON WITH Jessie?” Chris popped some bar nuts in his mouth.

Jack glanced at him and took a sip of his gin and tonic. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Zoey was talking… said Jessie told her that something happened between you guys in New York.” Chris took a swig of his beer.

Jack shook his head. “Not really.”

He turned his attention to the baseball game on one of the big screens in the bar.

“You kissed her?” Chris probed.

Jack glanced at Chris, his face steady. “Yeah for like, a second. It was nothing.”

“You sure it was nothing to Jessie?” Chris asked.

Jack looked away, distracted by something across the bar and shrugged. “Damn… did you see that?”

Chris followed Jack’s gaze to the ass of an extremely attractive brunette who had just sauntered past them.

“Zoey thinks Jessie might… you know, have a thing for you.” Chris signaled to the waitress for another beer.

“No shit. You think?” Jack replied. “She’s practically carved our initials into a fucking tree.”

Chris laughed. “So you already know?” He wasn’t very surprised. If there was one thing Jack was good at it, was reading women.

Jack nodded. “Yeah. She’s not too hard to figure out.”

“You’re not interested in her, are you?” Chris prompted.

Jack shrugged and hesitated. “She’s kind of… awkward. Can tell she doesn’t have a lot of experience.”

Chris nodded.

Jack continued. “Not going to lie, dude. I’ve thought about it. Fuck, I just spent five days in a hotel room with her and she walked around half-naked the whole time. It’s kind of hard to miss that she’s hot. And she’s… kind of, I don’t know, cool to hang out with. But you know I’m not into that good girl thing.”

“So you do want to hook up with her?”

Jack smirked. “Let’s just say I’m curious. But I wouldn’t want to, you know, hurt or feelings or whatever. So I’m not going to go there.”

Chris laughed. “Well do us both a favor and keep resisting the urge. Zoey will cut your balls off if you hurt that girl and I’ll have to listen to her bitch about what an asshole you are.”

“Right,” Jack laughed.

He turned his attention to the tall brunette he had noticed before. She walked by them for a third time and finally got up the nerve to say hello. Jack started talking to her and two hours later she was sucking him off in his Jeep.

“More,” Jack whispered. “Take me deeper.”

Maybe that would get him there faster. She wasn’t really that good at sucking dick. Just okay. Either that or he wasn’t into it for some reason.

His fingers were busy under her short skirt, inside her panties, finger fucking her as she worked his dick in her mouth. She’d been at this for a while.

He pressed against her clit and rubbed it as he fingered her. She started going crazy, moaning and sucking harder on his cock.

He just wanted to get her off and get off himself so he could go the fuck home. She was hot but he didn’t want to go home with her. She had turned out to be annoying as hell.

She came, grinding her wet pussy all over his hand. She called out a string of obscenities that were so dirty as she jerked his dick off with her hand it helped get him over the edge as well.

“Gonna come,” he warned her.

She took his dick back in her mouth as he came. She swallowed most of it, letting only a small amount drip down his cock.

He pulled his zipper up and buttoned his jeans as she straightened her panties and skirt.

“Will you call me?” she asked.

He glanced at her. “Honestly… I won’t.”

His expression was blank.

He had totally lost interest. All sexual encounters were not created equally and this was one he had no interest in repeating.

THE NEXT DAY JACK CAME in to work late after waking with a pounding hangover headache, and waited for Jessie to get back from a lunch date with her brother, Matt.

She walked breezily back into the office in light pink skinny jeans, a sleeveless silky black top, pink necklace and black wedge sandals. His eyes scanned her body automatically before his gaze rested back on her pretty face.

“Hi,” she greeted him, her soft blonde hair loose the way he liked it best, falling in soft waves down her shoulders and back.

“Hey.” He told her about his friend Kyle and how he thought he might be able to help them out. “He knows everyone who’s anyone. If this bitch has the money, she’ll definitely be connected to his circles.”

“So are we going to St. Thomas soon?” Jessie asked.

“We should leave tomorrow or Thursday.”

Jack explained to her that they would go to St. Thomas together, posing as a couple looking to plan a wedding there. He had asked Amanda to make their travel arrangements.

“I’ll give my buddy a call and see if he can find out anything for us.” Jack’s old friend from the Marines, Kyle, had retired to St. Thomas three years ago, after selling an app that he developed to a large company for a fucking fortune. Now he lived the sweet life in a huge house overlooking the ocean, banging hot tourists.

He and Nick had gone to visit him once last year and had a blast. The guy was up to his eyeballs in pussy. Premium, too. Jack admired that set up. An ever-changing selection of beautiful women, none of whom stuck around very long. Didn’t get any better than that.