“You’re fucking incredible.”

His voice is strained, in the best way.

“I want you, Jack,” I say again, as his fingers continue their path up and down, setting my body on fire.

“Patience, beautiful.”

He dips one finger inside me and I arch up, gasping at the intense feeling that shoots through my core. Carefully, he thrusts it in and out, before sliding a second one in. I squirm on the sand, fingers in my own hair, arching as pleasure builds in my body. It feels amazing. So damned good.

“Jack,” I pant. “Oh, God.”

“Come for me,” he growls, using his thumb to stroke my clit.

I explode, gasping his name, thrusting my hips up into his hand. With a satisfied growl, he undoes his jeans and pulls them down. I catch a glimpse of his cock, and my mouth drops open. Long, thick, and standing on alert. It’s the biggest I’ve seen. It’s incredibly beautiful. Just like him. He lowers himself over me, kissing me again as his cock positions right there between my legs.

He rubs it up and down, the crown stroking over my clit, setting my body alight once more. I reach up, taking hold of his biceps, “Jack, please,” I mewl, clutching him, my nails biting into his skin.

Reaching down between us, he gently guides himself to my entrance, and slowly pushes inside. Fire erupts, but it’s the best kind. My body stretches around him, and an incredible mix of pleasure and pain join together, sending me over the edge.

“Fuck,” Jack growls. “Holy fuck.”

“Jack,” I moan.

He slides in further until he’s deep inside me. For a moment, neither of us move, it feels so incredible. So. Incredible. Then he starts moving, a slow pull of his hips, sliding in and out, filling me and then disappearing. I arch up, my fingers gliding down his back. He groans, picking up the pace, one hand going down to my leg to bring it up around his hip.

“Jack,” I breathe. “Oh, God. Yes.”

“You’re perfect,” he rasps. “So fucking perfect.”

Pleasure bubbles deep in my chest, rising higher and higher with every thrust, until finally it explodes over. I clench, gasp, and then cry out his name as the most incredible orgasm takes over my body. For a moment, I don’t feel, hear, or see anything else. I’m living in the pleasure. Jack makes a throaty sound, and moments later, the pulse of him inside me lets me know he’s found his release, too.

Slumping down onto me, head nestled into my shoulder, neither of us says anything. I rake my fingers through his hair, loving the slightly damp feel of it now. He turns his face, kissing my neck, before lifting up and looking down at me. “Are you okay?” he asks, stroking a strand of hair from my forehead.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “Yeah, I’m perfect.”

He gently slides out of me, and cleans himself up the best he can, but then his eyes flicker to the ocean, and he grins. “You up for a swim? Easy way to get all this sand off.”

I beam at him. “That sounds perfect.”

He takes my hands and pulls me to my feet, and we make our way down to the water, hand in hand. Climbing in, the water is warm, salty, and amazing. I sink below the surface, holding my breath, loving how it feels washing all over my skin. Jack does the same, and we both surface at the same time. Hooking me around the waist, he pulls me close. “You’re even more beautiful wet.”

I laugh, and it travels out across the water, a soft echo.

“That’s the laugh I’ve been waiting for so long to hear.”

And this time, I really meant it.

I felt it.

It was perfect.

~*~*~*~

“I’m so sorry,” Molly says, catching me in the kitchen after Jack and I return from the beach.

I glance over my shoulder, mixing a drink of vodka and soda, to see her standing, staring at me, her face full of regret and shame. Poor girl. I can only imagine what seeing that would have done, and I know she didn’t mean to freak out, anyone would freak out. It’s me who owes her an apology. I should have never lost it and ran out like that.

“Please don’t be sorry,” I say softly, abandoning the drink for a second to walk over to her, and stand in front of her. “I freaked out. It wasn’t you. You did nothing wrong. I swear.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything, it just ...”

“Shocked you?” I finish for her.

“Yeah,” she says softly. “I’m so sorry, Baylee.”

“Honestly, please don’t be. It was good in a sense, it brought Jack and I closer, and I feel better now. So, maybe you did me a favour.”

Her face lightens a little, and she says softly, “Really?”

“Yeah really. Friends?”

She beams. “Oh, we were friends, whether you liked it or not.”

I grin. She gives me one right back.

“What you mixing up there?” she asks.

“Vodka and soda, you want?”

“Yes, please.”

I get another glass and start mixing her drink.

“Sooo, you and Jack?”

I flush at the memory of our moment together. “Yeah, I think so.”

“He’s a good guy. The best. I don’t know what I’d do without him sometimes. You’re exactly the kind of girl I always wanted for him. I’m so happy for you both.”

I beam inside and finish up her drink, taking both in my hands and turning, handing one to her. “Thank you. I’m really glad to be here. You are all so awesome.”

“Well ...” She giggles, taking the drink. “I know I am. Now come on, let’s get in this spa!”

I nod in agreement and follow her out onto the patio, where everyone else is already in the spa. Mercy is sitting in front of Diesel, Phoenix and Quinn are side by side, with Kaylee next to Quinn, Roman has a spot beside him for Molly, and Matilda and TJ are also snuggled together like Mercy and Diesel. Jack has a space next to him, and I shift around the side of the spa and place my drink down on the side, before sliding in the warm water next to him.

He looks over at me with something in his eyes, something that sparks my chest to life, well, the thing beating crazily in my chest, anyway. I give him a shy smile and reach back for my drink. A hand grazes my leg beneath the water, and my cheeks grow warm. Jack squeezes softly, and my entire body flares to life. I want him again already. I want him so bad.