As I soaked in the massive tub, my mind was racing with thoughts about everything that had transpired in the last twenty-four hours. I could feel my body slowly beginning to recover from everything it had endured. I think I was still in shock. I knew there was something about Jack that I couldn’t put my finger on. I knew he was more than just a farm hand. Or at least I knew that he was meant to be more than that.

Part of me was angry. Why didn’t he just tell me who he was? I couldn’t help but feel deceived. It wasn’t anywhere near as bad as what Jonathan had done to me, but it was too close for comfort. If he couldn’t be honest about who he was, what else would he lie to me about?  The other part of me told myself that I was over-reacting. I wasn’t a complete stranger to hiding my wealth. I had tried to do it through most of college. I never wanted to be treated differently because of it. But it really didn’t make sense for Jack to do it with me. I had been honest with him about who I was.

I had to make a choice. I was already in deep with him. My heart was his. It had only been a few days, but I knew that this wasn’t some fleeting crush. It was more than that. Either I needed to cut my losses and move on or I needed to trust him and move forward. The truth was he never outright lied to me and I had probably made a lot of unfair assumptions about him when we met. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. He had made me feel things I had never felt before. This place had made me feel things I had never felt before. It all had felt right—everything. I had only known him for a few days, I shouldn’t expect to know everything about him at this point. I wasn’t going to give up yet. I couldn’t.

I laid my head back against the tub and tried to relax. I couldn’t help but think about him undressing me earlier. It was so intimate. The way he looked at me—his emerald eyes filled with lust, heat, desire, and if I didn’t know better, affection. If he had asked to join me in the bath, there is no way I could have said no. I began to feel a familiar throbbing between my legs, thinking about what he might be doing to me if he were there with me.

I thought about touching myself. It had been a long time since I had tried. I was never able to bring myself to climax, but I wondered if I could now if I thought about how Jack had touched me. I looked at my hand. My fingertips were starting to shrivel up and the water was beginning to cool. I let out a breath and flipped the lever to drain the tub. I grabbed the towel Jack had laid out and wrapped it around my body.

I walked over to the mirror in front of the sink and dried off. I wrapped my wet hair in the towel and brushed my teeth. I stared at myself in the mirror naked. I reached down and touched my breast, running my palm over my nipple and then watching it harden. God, I wish he were here. I slipped on my panties and took a minute to smell Jack’s t-shirt before I slipped it over my head. I dried my hair the best I could with the towel and then brushed it out, allowing the waves to fall down over my shoulders.

I walked out of the bathroom thinking I would look around the house to see if I could find him. I felt my breath hitch when I saw him lying on the bed waiting for me. He had on a pair of dark grey sweats that hung low on his hips—no shirt. His muscular chest and hard abs were on display like he belonged on the cover of GQ. His hair was still damp, and he was smiling at me with those impossible dimples and straight white teeth. “Hey Freckles. How was your bath?” He patted the empty space beside him inviting me to lie down next to him.

“I feel like a new person.” I said as I crawled up next to him to lie down. He reached down and grabbed my hand as we laid next to each other flat on our backs. His fingers intertwined with mine. He turned his head to look at me. I turned my head to look at him. We stared at each other in silence for—I don’t know how long. I saw so much in his eyes. There was a whole mixture of emotions. I couldn’t sort it out. But it was comforting lying next to him, holding his hand.

He finally cleared his throat. “I thought we should make plans.”

I smiled at him. “What plans?”

He smiled back but didn’t answer my question. “Are we okay Claire?”

“I think so. I was just shocked. I still have questions.”

“Do you want to ask now?”

“No. What plans Jack?”

He laughed. “I don’t know—for tonight and tomorrow. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. I know I need to do laundry. I have pretty much worn everything I packed except for a dress that is not at all practical. And I need to look for a job if I’m going to stay.”

“Do you still want to stay?”

“I think so.”

“Okay. I have an idea about a job, I’ll tell you about it later tonight. And we can do laundry, but we need to go into town tomorrow to get you some clothes.”

“Jack—I realize now that money is not an issue for you. But I meant it when I said I wanted to do this on my own. I want to work. I’m not going to sit around and take bubble baths in your gigantic bathroom while you support me. How will that be any different than what my father has been doing?” 

“Whoa, Claire…I didn’t say anything about supporting you. I just said you need some clothes. You need clothes that you can wear on the farm. I’m not offering a shopping spree on Fifth Avenue. I was just going to take you to Smithfield’s in town. They sell tractor parts, Freckles—right next to the clothes—it’s not exactly a designer boutique. You can get a few pairs of jeans and some tops. They have good boots and you need some good boots. I’ll buy them, and you can pay me back when you start working. Fair?”

I felt a little embarrassed about how I’d overreacted. “That’s fair. I’m sorry Jack. I didn’t mean to seem ungrateful. I just need you know how serious I am about figuring out what I want to do. I need to make my own way. It’s important to me. I have to work if I’m going to stay.”

“I know you do. I want to help you figure it all out.” He said smiling at me. He turned onto his side and reached down to the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up so that my panties were showing. His fingers slid across the lace below the waistband. I immediately felt goosebumps rise across my body. “You need some more of these.” He said with a smirk on his face. “I think we’ll have to order them online. I’m pretty sure they don’t sell anything like these at the general store.”

I smiled at him and turned on my side. I needed more. I needed him touching me everywhere. He reached up and gripped my cheek in his palm and gently kissed my lips. He pulled away searching my eyes. “Put on that dress.”

“What?”

“Put on the dress. I’m taking you to dinner.”

“Jack—it’s a bit much for the diner.”

“Not the diner. Just get dressed and meet me downstairs.” He pulled away from me and jumped off the bed and I immediately regretted the loss of his touch. “Do you want to rest a little while first?  How long do you need? A couple of hours?”

He walked into his massive closet and came back carrying a pair of jeans, some boots, and a dress shirt. “How long?” he asked looking at me like he wanted to eat me up. I wanted to tell him fifteen minutes, but I didn’t want to seem desperate.

“An hour is plenty of time.”

He gave me a wide smile as he headed out the door. “See you in an hour.”

I laid on the bed for a second. My head was spinning. Butterflies were fluttering around in my stomach. I thought about trying to take a quick nap, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen, so I decided to concentrate on looking my best for my dinner with Jack. I put on lotion and inspected my toes, my pedicure still looked pretty good. My nails looked surprisingly good after my day of work, so I decided to leave the paint on. I got my hair dryer and curling iron out of my suitcase and went into the bathroom to get to work on my hair. I blew it out straight and then began the painstaking process of curling it piece by piece.

After I was done, I went to work on my makeup. I put some concealer under my eyes, but I decided to skip the foundation and powder—Jack seemed to have a thing for my freckles. I had always thought I should cover them up.  I spent some time applying eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. I swiped a little blush on my cheekbones and applied some muted rose-colored lipstick. I went to my suitcase and got out the dress.

I couldn’t believe that I bought it. I had never worn it before. It was much more risqué than my usual wardrobe. It was black and obscenely short. It was fairly modest in the front. It hugged all my curves, it had a high neckline and long flowy sleeves, but it was completely backless down to the waist. I couldn’t wear a bra with it. I packed it knowing that I would probably not have the nerve to wear it with Jonathan, but for some reason, the thought of wearing for Jack made me excited.

I slipped it on and pulled it up over my hips and put my arms through the loose sleeves. I reached behind me and zipped up the back over my ass. It was snug. I pulled the shoes out that I brought to wear with it. They were black suede booties. They came up a few inches past my ankle, but the heel and toe were cut out. The heels were much higher than I usually wore. I zipped them up the back and walked into the bathroom to check out myself in the full-length mirror behind the door. I felt sexy. I hoped that Jack would like it.

I messed with my hair some more, sprayed on some perfume, and put on the diamond necklace and matching stud earrings my father had given me for graduation. I went back and checked the time on my phone. I was ready a few minutes early, but I decided I couldn’t wait so I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs. I held onto the railing and looked down at my feet as I walked down the steps, hoping that I wouldn’t trip and make a fool of myself. I was about halfway down the steps when I looked up.

Jack was standing at the bottom of the steps staring up at me. He looked hot as hell. He was wearing a black dress shirt that pulled tight against his chest and biceps. It was untucked falling against a slightly faded pair of jeans that hugged his muscular thighs and rested perfectly atop a pair of brown faded leather boots. The hems of his jeans were worn. I immediately felt butterflies churning in my stomach and when I looked at his sparkling eyes staring intently into mine, I felt a pulse between my legs.

He whispered my name. His voice was hoarse and then he cleared his throat. “You look incredible.” He said reaching out his arm, offering me a hand to help me down the last few steps. I smiled at him. He took my purse from me and set in on the bottom step. He leaned in and gently kissed my lips.

I looked up at him, “I thought we were going to dinner.” I was nervous. I don’t know why, but the way he was looking at me was intense.

He smiled at me. “We are Freckles. We just don’t have to go very far.” I saw two glasses of red wine sitting on the kitchen island and walked towards the kitchen. “Are these for us?” I asked, suddenly I needed some liquid courage. I heard him whisper, “Holy shit.”  I realized he probably just saw the back of my dress. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I turned towards him to see if I could see what he was thinking, but I suddenly realized he was right behind me. I felt his hands move my hair aside, pushing it over one shoulder. He gently ran his fingers down my back.

I suddenly felt his lips on my neck and then his breath in my ear. It was all I could do not to turn around and attack him. “You are fucking stunning Claire.” He whispered against my ear. I picked up a glass of wine and took a sip and turned around to face him. I could feel that my face was bright red. He looked at me and brushed a stray hair out of my face. “You don’t realize how beautiful you are, do you?” I didn’t know what to say.

“Jack.”

He chuckled, “God, you’re so sweet. Let’s go. I need to feed you before I carry you back up to the bedroom.” He managed to grab the bottle of wine and his glass in one hand and he grabbed my hand with the other and led me towards the back of the house. He let go of my hand to open a door leading to the back porch. We walked out onto the massive covered stone patio. I looked around. There was a huge grey sectional couch surrounding a fire pit with a fire burning to the left. To the right, there was a patio table set for two with a pillar candle burning in the middle. I noticed two salads sitting at each place and a small loaf of bread sitting between them. I looked over towards a massive outdoor kitchen and there were two raw steaks sitting on a plate covered in plastic next to the grill.

A few steps down from the patio was a beautiful natural shaped pool that had a small waterfall pouring into it. It was lighted. I realized after a few seconds I should be freezing. It was too cold to eat outdoors but then I noticed two massive outdoor heaters glowing and blowing warm air on either side of the table. Green Day was playing from a speaker over by the couches. The whole space was incredible. “Jack, it’s beautiful out here,” I said as he pulled out my chair for me to sit down. He sat down across from me and took a sip of his wine.

“You like it?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. “I’ve hardly used it at all. But I wanted to do something special for us tonight. Tell me if you get too cold and we can move inside.”

“No, it feels great.” I said smiling at him. I looked down at the perfectly set table. The salad looked delicious. “You know for a farm boy, you sure know how to set a table.” I teased as I took the folded white linen napkin and placed it in my lap.

He laughed. “You know, that was actually one of my first jobs on the farm. When I was about four or five, my mom started making me set the table. It was a big deal. We used to have ten or fifteen farm hands eating dinner with us every night during the growing season. After I’d set it, she would come and inspect. Forks on the left with the napkin—crease facing left, knife on the right with the blade facing the plate, with the spoon beside it. If there was one thing wrong, she would make me fix it. I used to complain that a bunch of farm guys could care less about how the table was set and she would just say, ‘If something’s worth doing Jack, it’s worth doing right.’ I guess it just stuck with me.”

“It sounds like your mom was a very smart lady,” I said smiling at him in between bites of salad.

“She was.” He replied with a wink.

“Jack—why didn’t you bring me here the first night?”

He cut off a piece of bread and buttered it and handed it to me and made another for himself. “Honestly, I think I made some unfair assumptions about you too. I thought that you might have been a little spoiled—I know it wasn’t very nice of me, but I thought it might be good for you to rough it a little.”

I laughed. “So, you took me to the most beautiful place on the farm as a punishment?”

He laughed with me, “Claire—god, I know, I was an idiot. But you weren’t supposed to like it there. Most women would hate that place. I guess my plan to torture you backfired a little.”

I looked at him as seriously as I could manage. “So, when did you decide I wasn’t a spoiled brat, or do you still think that?”

“God no. I don’t think you’re anything short of amazing now. I think I figured that out very soon after playing that little drinking game you made us play. And then, when you told me about Jonathan—what attracted you to him—that he was ‘real’ and that he had grown up poor, I guess I was a little nervous to tell you the truth.”

I burst out laughing, “So let me get this right, you thought I wouldn’t like you because you are rich and successful?”

He laughed along with me, “Well when you say it like that Claire, it just sounds stupid.”

His eyes sparkled through his laughter. “Well, I’ll let you sort that one out on your own.” I said laughing at him

His face grew serious for a second. “Forgive me Claire. I was a total idiot. I know I led you to believe I was something I wasn’t, but I promise I never had any intention of hurting you. It’ll never happen again.”

I smiled at him. “I know. It’s okay Jack. I get it.” He stood up and took our salad plates away and then walked towards the grill.

I watched him start grilling the steaks and I asked him to tell me about the farm. I wanted to know how he had become so successful. He was nothing short of impressive. In just a couple of years, he had turned a moderately profitable family farming operation into a multimillion-dollar privately owned corporation. He employed hundreds of workers. He sold soybeans all over the world and apparently all the big farm corporations wanted to buy him out. He was giving them a run for their money. I had asked him if he ever thought about going public. He could make a fortune selling stock in his business. But he told me he didn’t want to answer to a board of directors. I completely understood. I knew that was the hardest part for my father when his company went public, giving up partial control.

He brought over what looked like a steak grilled to perfection, and a plate full of steamed vegetables that he had unwrapped from tin foil packets that had been sitting on the grill. “This looks delicious, Jack.” I said as I took my first bite. It was delicious, and I was beginning to believe that anything he touched would probably turn out just right.

I moaned a little as I took another bite of steak. Jack smiled at me and shook his head. “I’m glad you asked about the farm Freckles, because I have a proposal for you.”

“Oh yeah, is it an indecent one?” I asked smiling throwing his old joke back in his face.

“No. this one is totally on the up and up. The indecent one comes later.” He said with a smirk. “I want you to do some consulting for me.” I raised an eyebrow at him, but I didn’t say anything. “I want you to do a profitability analysis on the farm. I will pay you $30,000. I’m thinking it should take around thirty days to complete.” I practically choked on my steak.

“Jack that’s ridiculous. You’re not inventing some sort of fake job on the farm for me—I…”

He interrupted me. “Stop Claire. At least listen before you turn it down. This is something I have wanted to have done for the last year. I told you how fast we grew. Because of that, I have had to outsource just about everything. I pay a company to take care of benefits, payroll, investment in 401Ks, and that is just the start. There is so much I don’t do on my own, because I just don’t have the time. I want somebody to look at everything, figure out what makes sense to bring back in-house and give me a plan to do it. This isn’t a fake job. It needs to be done, I know I’m throwing away a ton of money right now.”

He looked at me with hopeful eyes. “Jack—there are firms out there that do this sort of thing, I don’t think I’m qualified, I mean I have practically zero experience with something like that.”

“Claire. Listen, I’ve looked into those firms, what would you guess one of them would charge me for something like that?”

“I don’t know, maybe a quarter of a million or a little more.”

“Exactly. I recognize you have no experience—but you don’t have any overhead either, no employees to pay and you’re available. I could have you full time. Something in my gut tells me that you would be perfect for this. My gut rarely lets me down, so I’m telling you that I’m willing to take the risk and give you a chance.”

“So, you want me to look at your business and find ways for you to make more money? Why? You don’t strike me as greedy. What’s the deal?”  I couldn’t help but feel skeptical about what he was asking me to do.

“It’s not for me. I want to put it back into the business. I want to figure out how to pay more competitive wages—to get some of my seasonal workers to move to Spring Hill full time. Most of them live outside the county, I’d like to get them to move to town—it would be great for the economy here. The small businesses really struggle during the offseason. I want to see if I can give something back to this town.”

Holy shit, he’s serious, I thought to myself. My heart was pounding with excitement. It was a huge opportunity, but I had serious doubts about my qualifications. I hadn’t really done anything since I had graduated from business school and even though I had done small projects similar to this in school, there was nothing on this scale. Before I could respond, he continued his pitch.

“Claire—think about it. This is good for you. You said you wanted to do something real. You said you wanted to figure out what you wanted to do. Maybe you’ll like this and then you’ll have experience, something to put on your resume. I’m sure your father spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on that education, you should put it to use. And frankly, I want to take advantage of it.”

“I don’t know Jack. This is big. It’s above my level of expertise. There’d be a huge learning curve. Besides that, I know nothing about farming. I’m afraid I’d disappoint you.” I smiled at him.

“Claire—I’m telling you this feels right. I trust you. I know that you will listen to what I want and figure out a way for me to get it. I want you. Not some freaking firm from New York. I’m willing to take the risk on this. And if you decide to do it, I happen to know an expert in farming and I’m willing to give you twenty-four-hour access to him.” He smiled at me and then winked.

I swallowed hard still trying to take in the magnitude of his offer. He interrupted my thoughts. “Claire—if you want, I can take you to town tomorrow. I can probably convince the bank to hire you as a teller, or you can sweep floors at Smithfield’s, or you can wait tables and wash dishes at Suzie’s Diner.  But if you take one of those jobs, you will be taking a job from someone else who is not qualified to do anything else.” He smirked at me. He knew this would get to me.

“Now you’re just playing hardball, Jack.”

“What can I say? I’m a tough negotiator. Listen, if what you really want is some menial job, I’ll hire you to work on the farm. You can help Luke with the animals. The job starts at $9.00 per hour. After 90 days, it goes up to $10.00 and you get benefits. Of course, if you take it, I might have to fire Luke because I can’t stand the thought of you spending all that time alone with him.”

I laughed at him and threw my napkin at him. “You’re ridiculous Jack. You’re trying to make it impossible for me to say no, aren’t you?”

He shrugged. His eyes were dancing in the light from the candle.

“Okay. I’ll do it. But you can’t be mad if I disappoint you.”

“You’re not going to disappoint me Freckles.” He said as he picked up the wine bottle to pour me another glass. It was empty. “I’m going to open another.” He said smiling at me. “We have some celebrating to do.” I rolled my eyes at him. I was crazy nervous about the job he had just offered me but at the same time I was crazy excited. My mind was already reeling with possibilities, ideas, and tons of questions I wanted to ask him.

He came back out and refilled my glass. “I have a condition Freckles.”

“What’s your condition?” I asked smiling at him.

“You can’t start for a week. I need a vacation, and this is about the only time of year I can take one and I want to spend it with you.”

I watched him walk around the table and sit down across from me. He reached out and grabbed my hand across the table. As far as I was concerned, there was too much distance between us. “So, you are saying you want to spend a week with me doing nothing?”  He was staring at me intently.

“Oh, not nothing, pretty girl—I can think of plenty of things I want to do with you. Just not farm business. Not yet.”

I blushed. “I guess I can wait a week to start. Does this mean I can’t ask you to start explaining to me the finer points of soybean production?”

He started laughing, “Is that really what you want to talk about tonight?”

Part of me did. The whole idea of starting this project excited me. But what I really wanted was for him to put his hands on me. He needed to make a move soon or I would have to. I cleared my throat. “I guess not.”

“What other questions to do have? Ask me anything. I told you I wanted to answer all of them tonight. I don’t want you to have any doubts about me.”

I thought about it for a second. “Tell me about this house.”

He had a wide grin on his face and he was staring at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off. I wanted him to and I couldn’t figure out why he was waiting. “What do you want to know about it?”

“Well, obviously it’s new and it’s the size of a small hotel and it’s just you here. It’s hardly even furnished. It’s gorgeous, don’t get me wrong. I know I don’t know everything about you yet, but it just seems extravagant.” I watched his face drop for a second. Oh god, I think I’ve insulted him. “Jack—I’m sorry that was rude. It’s beautiful. I didn’t mean for that to be insulting…”

He rubbed his hands over his face. “Stop apologizing.” He interrupted me. “It wasn’t rude at all. You think you don’t know me, but in a lot of ways, I think you know me better than some people I’ve known my whole life know me. It is extravagant, it’s ridiculous even. I don’t want you to feel weird about this, but I promised I’d be honest with you. The truth is, I built it for Tiffany. I did it before I proposed to her. It was supposed to be a surprise, but she never saw it. Well, I take that back, she showed up here once, after we had broken up, but I didn’t let her inside. It’s crazy, I thought if I built this place, she would want to stay on the farm. But eventually I realized that no matter how much I gave her, it would never be enough. I hate this place. I think it’s why I spend so much time at the fishing cabin. The size of it embarrasses me. I wish I could just move to parents’ old place, but I let Ted and Sarah move there. I can’t exactly move anywhere else or tear the place down, so I’m stuck here.”

I gave him a sympathetic smile. I knew it took a lot for him to admit that to me. Whoever Tiffany was, she must have been a complete idiot to give up on a man like Jack Colton. I won’t lie, there was a small part of me that was jealous. He must have really loved her to build this house for her.  I laughed a little. “Jack, look around you. I’m pretty sure there are worse places to be stuck. You might have built it with her in mind, but it was never hers. It’s yours. You put all the work in. You should make it your own. It’s practically a blank slate. Do you still have any of your parents’ things?”

“Yeah. When Ted and Sarah moved into their place, I put it all in storage in one of the barns. Why?”

“You should move some of their stuff here. If the cabin is any indication, I’ll bet there are all sorts of treasures packed away. Buy yourself some new furniture that you like. Mix the old with the new. Fill it with things you love. Make it home.”

He looked at me smiling. He squeezed my hand and rubbed his thumb across my palm. “I think I’ve already started doing that tonight.”

My stomach dropped at his words. Did he mean to say that? ‘Fill it with things you love.’ That’s what I said to him. He said he had already started tonight. Did he mean me? I could feel a blush cover to my face. I know I was bright red. I didn’t know how to respond. I looked up at him and he looked down. My guess was that he wished he hadn’t said it. I cleared my throat and tried to think of the best way to reply. Then all the sudden, I hear a new song playing in the background. I jumped on the opportunity to change the subject. “Oh my gosh, I love this song.”

He laughed and stood up holding out his hand, “Dance with me Freckles.” I took his hand and he pulled out of the chair and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. He backed us up a few steps making room for us to move. He spun me around and I burst out laughing and he laughed with me as I twirled under his arm a few times. He brought me in close again and then dipped me. I should have known that he’d be a great dancer. He was great at everything. He pulled me close again and then kissed me playfully as I giggled against his lips trying to catch my breath. He pulled his phone out his back pocket and held it up. “Smile pretty girl.”

He snapped a picture of us. I kissed him on the cheek and he took another one. I laughed, “What’s with all the picture taking?”

He shrugged. “I just always want to remember this day.” I knew that I’d never forget it, pictures or not. He leaned down to kiss me again, he wasn’t playing anymore. A new song started to play. It was ‘Fade Into You’ by Mazzy Star. He pulled back from the kiss and took my hand in his and put the other around my waist pulling me tight up against him. We swayed to the music. I laid my head against his chest, resting my free hand against his shoulder. I could hear his heart beating and I could feel my own pounding in my chest. It was hard to figure out where mine started and his began. Butterflies were wreaking havoc in my stomach.

His hand caressed my bare back. “Claire, you are so beautiful. You look stunning tonight.” He whispered. I answered him with a kiss. It was slow and soft at first. Our mouths and tongues exploring each other. The more I kissed him, the more my body ached for him. I could feel his erection against me and I pressed my body tighter into his. I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged on his bottom lip gently with my teeth. His leg moved between mine as I shamelessly rubbed myself against his thigh. He pulled back for a second and looked at me. “Fuck.” He whispered. “I want you so bad.”

I moved my hand down his chest and stomach and rubbed his hard dick. I wanted more. I needed more. I felt his hands under my skirt squeezing my ass. Then he pushed me back a little so that he could put his hand between legs. “You’re so wet. That’s so fucking hot Claire.” He said as he put his hand down the front of my panties. His touch wasn’t gentle. It was needy as he pushed a finger inside me. “I don’t think I can wait baby. I need to be inside you.” His breathing was hard as he pulled his finger out of me and wrapped his hands around the sides of my panties and pulled them down. I quickly stepped out of them as I fumbled with the button on his jeans.

I finally managed to unbutton and unzip them. My hand was down his pants, rubbing, needing more. “Jack please.” I begged breathlessly as he continued to move his fingers in and out of me. “Now.” He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me over to a wooden table that was against the wall of the porch. He sat me on it and pushed my skirt up over my hips. I reached into his pants again as he pulled them down. I couldn’t get close enough to him. I wrapped my fingers around his hard length and ran my thumb across the tip, wanting to feel the droplets of come that had oozed out. I had never been so turned on. “Jack. I want you inside me.” I said breathlessly. His mouth descended on mine as he pushed himself inside me. I could feel him throbbing inside me as he remained still for a second, kissing and licking my neck. I pressed myself closer against him by wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. He started thrusting in and out of me. We were so close that my clit rubbed against him each time in he moved into me. The friction was causing pleasure to course through my body in a way I could never have imagined.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking good.” He whispered. “I don’t know how long I can last.” He picked up the pace, his body rubbing against my clit each time he thrust himself inside me. He moved faster and faster as I got closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t stop Jack. It feels so good. I’m going to…I can’t…” I couldn’t even form a sentence. I couldn’t stop myself. I moaned as I came. I could feel my body pulsing around him.

“Fuck. I can feel you coming on me. That feels so good.” I could feel him coming inside me as I continued to come. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. My thighs were trembling, and I was out of breath. He was out of breath too.

He held me there for a few minutes. I loved feeling him inside me. He rested his forehead on mine as we caught our breath. “Damn Claire. I’m sorry. I wanted to take my time tonight. I just couldn’t wait.”

I couldn’t help but laugh and he smiled against my lips. “Obviously, I couldn’t wait either. That was incredible.”

“Yeah? Well give me a minute or two and I’ll be ready again.” He pulled out of me and pulled up his pants. “Jesus, we couldn’t even make it inside the house.” He shook his head and laughed.

I giggled as I hopped down from the table. He picked up my panties and handed them to me. “It’s a good thing you don’t have neighbors.” I said as I put them back on.

He laughed, “Yeah. Because I wouldn’t have cared. I have wanted you all day long.” He kissed me again. “Let’s move this party to the bedroom.”

I began to collect the dirty dishes and carry them in the house while Jack stayed behind on the porch to take care of the fire and turn off the heaters. I was standing at the sink when he walked up behind me with the last of the dishes. He ran his fingers down my back. “Leave these. We’ll do them in the morning.” He whispered. “Meet me upstairs. I’m going to lock up.” He kissed me on the cheek and I turned to walk upstairs. “Claire.” He called out to me. I turned around. “Leave that dress on. I want to take it off.” I blushed and nodded my head.