CHAPTER SEVEN
Un-Dress Rehearsal—Sal
Honestly, I don’t know where this person comes from when I’m around Jack. I turn into some sex kitten stripper with all the confidence in the world. I work hard for my body, but I’ve also had two kids. Jack makes me feel like Salma Hayek in From Dusk Till Dawn.
He’s looking at me right now like he’d do anything for me, and I know he would. That’s why I’m putting on this show for him. Nothing empowers me more than bringing this man to his knees. I pull my fingers from his mouth and then drag them down my bare thigh to my pussy. I gently run my fingers over my clit, teasing myself and him. He has one hand on my hip because he can’t help himself. The other is stroking his erection.
“You are so beautiful, darlin’. Say you’re mine while you touch yourself,” he says low and sexy in his drawl.
I’m so turned on by being in the same room as him. His eyes on me. His one hand insistent at my hip in his possession. Even though I’ve only been playing with myself for mere seconds, I’m about to come. Of course, I’m his. He owns me, heart and soul. It’s hard to admit because it feels too soon. I should still be mourning my marriage. I know this thought is ridiculous as I think it because Evan had ended our marriage years ago when he decided to sleep with Kate. I don’t miss him, sure I’m lonely, but not for him. In the past three months, I’ve had more fun and been more turned on just working with Jack than I’d had in my marriage in years.
The tension has been building between Jack and I and just because we only caved to it this week doesn’t mean it hasn’t been on our minds. He’s told me he thinks about me all the time and I believe him because I do the same. When I’m home alone and the kids are with Evan, he takes over all of my thoughts and fantasies. I am completely his, but am I ready to admit it?
I open my eyes as he moves my hand off of my pussy and replaces it with his. His thumb is thrumming my clit like a guitar and in all seriousness, I tell him the truth as I fall apart.
“I’m yours, please Jack, please,” I say panting from my orgasm.
In a flash he stands, removes his clothes and takes me in his arms, slowing us down again. We sway to Ella singing about dancing cheek to cheek. Slow dancing fully naked with Jack is delightful and I’m sure I’m in love with him now.
“I’m yours too, Sally,” he whispers right before he kisses me. We stand in my trailer, buck naked, swaying to music making out like we have all day.
I pull back and then place my head on his shoulder, not feeling lonely anymore. My hand circles his nipple and I give it a pinch. “If I’m yours, then fuck me, Jack.”
He chuckles, spins me around and moves me back until my knees hit the bench and he lays me gently back on it, his hard cock bobbing into my abdomen. “I want to take it slowly with you darlin’ but this one is going to be quick since we are on a tight schedule today.”
He retrieves a condom from his pants pocket, rolls it on and then maneuvers me so I’m twisted at the waist, my back still flat on the bench, legs to the side. His hands brace my hip and right behind my knee as he slowly enters me. It feels fantastic and tight and so so deep.
“Fuck,” he breathes out. “This may be quicker than I thought.”
I smile at him and caress the side of his torso. He leans in and kisses me sloppily while thrusting deep into me. I feel every part of him, we fit so well. His face is twisted in concentration and a drip of sweat falls from his nose onto my breast. He laughs and lowers his face to lick it off of me.
“Harder, Jack, I want more.”
“So greedy, my Sally. I’ll give you whatever you want.” He places his hands on either side of me on the bench and starts to plow into me faster and harder than before. I can barely breathe. I’m in ecstasy as I can feel my orgasm start.
“Oh fuck, Sal, I’m coming, you ready?” He loses his rhythm and is all about the end goal. I nod and explode as he does.
After a minute, he stands, gets rid of the condom and then scoops me up so I’m in his embrace again, slowly swaying to Ella. “Sally, I want to always dance naked with you.”
I giggle and snuggle into his sweaty chest. We are sweaty, reek of sex and are probably completely disheveled. “You do know my name isn’t Sally, right?”
He leans back, a surprised look on his face. “Salinger Parker Thompson, you don’t think I’ve done my research on you?” My turn to be surprised. My parents are both literature professors and named my brother and me after their favorites. My brother, Austen, has a more traditional name but I’ve always loved being Sal.
“Why Sally then?” I ask.
“You let me call you that, and I’m the only one. It makes me feel special,” he says shyly. This cute side of Jack may finish the job. I have no response but to kiss him sweetly on the mouth.
“You are special, and you know it,” I say, teasing.
His hand caresses my back as we move together and I feel so cherished by him. He leans down to kiss me again.
“I only want to be special to you, you know that, right?”
“It’s becoming clearer that’s what you want from me.” I believe him when he says he’s serious about us. He may be immature at times, but he can be serious when he wants to be and I know that this is one of those moments. “If we do this, Jack, there can’t be anyone else. I won’t be fooled like that again. If you are with me and make no mistake that’s what I want, then it’s you and me, no one else.”
He leans in and puts his forehead to mine. “Sal, there is no one else I want but you, darlin’. I’m in love with you. I love you.”
I’m in shock, my mouth opens to say something meaningful and I’m saved by Manny knocking at the door.
“Five minutes, Ms. Thompson,” he says and I call out okay.
“Jack,” I start and he interrupts me.
“Sally, it’s okay, you aren’t there yet and it’s okay because I know you will get there soon.” He pulls me in for a full body hug and I melt into him.
“I’m yours.” I give him what I can.
“I know. Now let’s get dressed and do this show!” He shouts and smacks my ass. Smiling and laughing, we put our clothes back on and make ourselves presentable. We aren’t in full hair and makeup yet so we are safe from the wrath of our people.
Jack helps me straighten up my trailer and we leave together. I’m sure we’ll be seen but I really don’t care, and I know he doesn’t either since he’s made no moves to hide us.
After we rehearse the hydraulic stage for full dress, I start to feel the buzz of live show night. This one is big and there’s a lot at stake for me and for Nic.