Chapter 26

Jack

I knew I would have to face everything that happened today sooner or later, but for now, I got to escape. I got to escape into her.

Melissa was my sanctuary, my paradise. She always had everything I needed and more, and she was always willing to give it. Between the sheets, we were different people with different lives, but we were still perfect for each other.

Hearing that she loved me... Fuck, it was the greatest rush I'd ever known. And finally getting to say it back felt so good that I let the rest of the world fall away into the background and rode the swell of happiness to another world.

I took her mouth in a rough, demanding kiss. I was so pent up that just holding her made me instantly hard, and the kiss sent showers of sparks tumbling down my spine to my balls. I ached to drive inside her. I wanted to hear her scream.

Melissa's hand dove between us to wrap around me, squeezing me through the fabric of my pants. I groaned and bit down on her lip, then rolled atop her and dragged her hands away.

She blinked up at me in confusion, but I hid my intention behind a devilish smirk and pulled her wrists over her head. I loved the feeling of her hands on me, but right now I needed something else from her. I needed her release.

In one smooth movement, I pulled my belt free from its loops and wrapped it around the top of the headboard, securing her delicate wrists to the wood. She could easily get out of it, but that wasn't the point.

Melissa's eyes widened, pupils dilating with want. Her nipples pebbled through the front of her t-shirt, and I couldn't resist riding the fabric up to her neck to get a taste of them. My mouth covered one delicate pink nub. Melissa moaned, arching up and panting as I continued to suck and bite along her fleshy mounds, alternating between them. I moved down her stomach, trailing kisses tortuously slow until I reached the waistband of her shorts. Her legs always looked so damn good in these. It was the only thing I'd miss about her working at the Alibi.

I slipped the shorts down her tanned thighs and stroked my finger back up, brushing the soaked front of her panties. She squirmed, groaning in frustration.

"I want you so bad," she moaned. "Please, Jack."

I grinned. "You know, I quite like the sound of you begging." I kissed up her thigh, fanning hot air over her sex. She wiggled again. "Maybe I should leave you tied up here all night, soaking wet, so that I can hear you beg a little more."

I would never do that, and Melissa knew that, but the fantasy was turning me on so much that I thought my cock my rip through my jeans. Seeing her so tied up and helpless was worth it, though, as were the words that fell from her swollen lips.

"Please, Jack. I'm dying here. Please touch me, fuck me, do whatever you want with me." Her eyelashes brushed her cheeks as she sent a pleading gaze down at me. "I feel like I'm going to explode."

I took my time pulling the little scrap of cotton down to expose her pussy in its full glory, pink and swollen with need. My mouth watered and I licked my lips, grinning up at her.

"Fuck, sweetheart, I just can't deny you a goddamn thing."

With no further warning, I dove between her thighs. Melissa arched off the bed and cried out, body shaking. I pulled her legs over my shoulders to get deeper, deeper in her heat. I grabbed handfuls of ass in each hand and pulled her up against my face. She tasted like sex, and I could eat sex for every fucking meal. I swirled my tongue around her clit then sucked on it hard, and the moans above started to sound almost like sobbing. She needed this. I needed this too.

I released one of her cheeks and inserted two digits into her pussy, stroking her g-spot as I suckled on her tender clit. She was tight, squeezing my fingers. I thought about how good she was going to feel on my dick and nearly came in my pants. What was it about this girl I found so irresistible? Every little thing she did was the sexiest thing ever. Every moan. Every wiggle. I was surprised I ever let her leave this bed.

Melissa's moans were growing in volume. She was getting close. I inserted another finger, stretching her and thrusting in and out while I swirled faster with my tongue. She writhed on the bed, tits jiggling enticingly. It was a hell of a fucking view and one I wouldn't soon forget. She was trussed up and powerless against my assault, and I was taking her all the way.

"Oh my god!" she screamed. "Yes! Jack! Oh god!"

Melissa came hard, flooding my fingers with moisture and squeezing them hard. I kissed and sucked until the spasms began to subside, but beyond that, I gave her no time to recover. I couldn't wait a second longer to fuck her.

Melissa's eyes cracked open when she heard me rustling with my clothes, just in time to watch as I spread her legs wide and rammed my cock deep inside of her. She bucked up, moaning, and I bit down on her nipple while I thrust into her furiously.

"Feel good, baby?" I hissed into her ear. "You like when I fuck you rough?'

"God yes!" she panted. "Don't stop!"

I had no intention of stopping, not until I'd had my way and filled her with my seed. I kissed and sucked on her neck between ragged breaths. Sweat coated my brow, my back, but I barely noticed. It felt so good to be inside of her.

I kept up a punishing tempo, alternating between long, deep thrusts and shorter ones, keeping her on her toes. I nearly lost it when I felt her long, slender legs wrap around my hips and urge me closer, trying to gain some semblance of control even when she was at my mercy.

We were perfect together, and nothing showed that more than when we fucked. We became two wild, exotic beasts who could communicate without speaking, without even a look. And as Melissa climbed toward her second orgasm, crying my name out over and over again, I sank my teeth into the soft skin of her throat and growled like an animal. She screamed.

Pleasure churned in my balls, an explosion on the horizon. The second her pussy clamped down on me like a vice grip, I lost it, thrusting wildly as I came hard.

My head spun from the force of my climax, from the sheer deliciousness of it. I peppered soothing kisses along her neck as I recovered. She panted, catching her breath. Neither of us spoke.

My body was sweaty and limp atop her, and my heart beat powerfully in my chest—enough to vibrate through her like we shared a pulse.

I wasn’t used to being the one to call Roddy. It didn’t surprise me that he picked up right away, even though it was well past midnight. Scumbags kept different working hours, I supposed, and I was this particular scumbag’s favorite meal ticket.

“Hey man,” he answered. “I’m glad you called. I was starting to worry.”

I was out in the motel parking lot, an unlit cigarette dangling from my free hand as I stared up into the night. The cloudless sky was speckled with stars, and the moon hung heavy and low. It was a good night to make a change.

“You’re going to be disappointed then,” I said. “I’m only calling to tell you I’m not interested in the fight.”

Roddy chuckled. “You wanna play hardball? That’s fine, man. I’m sure I can find another couple hundred bucks to throw on top. You’re worth it.”

“Not interested.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m fuckin’ not, okay?” I bit out.

I didn't like being questioned, especially by some sniveling suck-up who only pretended to give a shit. Roddy would happily see me beaten to death if it meant he got a fat enough paycheck.

“I’m done with fighting.” I stuffed the smoke back into my pack. Right now the only thing I was craving wasn’t a thing at all, but a gorgeous woman who happened to be sleeping not far away. The sooner this conversation was finished, the better. “Don’t call me again. I don’t care how sweet you think the deal is. I’m done with that shit.”

“You’re making a big mistake!”

I laughed bitterly. “Sure.”

“I mean it!” he snapped, just as I was about to hang up. “I could make things very bad for you.”

I could practically smell his desperation through the phone, and it only made me roll my eyes. I hung up the phone and walked back to the room.

I'd grown accustomed to living as a man with nothing to lose. I lost more at a young age than I ever thought I would, and for a long time, my sister was the only thing keeping me from going off the deep end. Where that kind of dive might've taken me, I don't know, but I'm glad I never got to find out. I needed her innocence during those dark years after my mom's death because the chaos in my head tempted me to toss away the last of mine.

It was different with Melissa. I didn't need her to keep me in line—I kept in line because I needed her. I wanted to be the kind of man she deserved. Her happiness was my happiness, and I wasn't fucking that up for anything. I should've stopped fighting ages ago. Then again, if it brought me to her, maybe I was quitting at just the right time.

I crept back into the room as quietly as possible, but Melissa still stirred a little. She didn’t wake fully, just enough that she cooed as I slid back under the covers and bundled her into my arms. She burrowed into my warmth and let out a deep, contented sigh.

It was such a simple moment, one I knew would probably get lost in the depths of my memory by the time I awoke the next morning, but perfection is often in the simpler things. A cool breeze on a hot day. That first taste of a frosty beer.

And the sigh of the woman I loved as she nuzzled into my arms.