Chapter 62

The car journey passed in a blur of passion as Jack's hands roamed my body and held me close. We kissed and talked about little things, like what we wanted to do on the island, what Jack intended to do to me as soon as he had me in his bed, and how much I was going to have to take.

I grew so hot and wet at one point I'd pushed him back and straddled him. A second later, he flipped us around and held me against the seat, breaking all the contact between us.

"No," he said. "Not yet. Once we're on the island and not before."

I pouted, deliberately sticking out my bottom lip. Almost immediately, he chuckled and leaned in to gently bite it. Within seconds we were kissing again until I whimpered beneath him, hungry to have his hard cock deep inside me.

I let out a little squeal as the car came to a stop, and he pulled away, his eyes roaming over me.

"You look like you've been screwed a dozen times," he said, a glint in his eyes that showed he was more amused than bothered.

I frowned and quickly tried to neaten my hair, but this only made him chuckle more. A moment later, he leaned back toward me, gently smoothed my hair down, and helped arrange my clothes.

"How's that?" I asked when he pulled back once more.

"Better. At least it will have to do. Don't worry, some of the others won't look any better.

I fought back my own look of amusement before we got out of the car. As I glanced at Eve getting out of the car behind us and caught a look at her appearance, more disheveled than before, I realized Jack had spoken truthfully. It made me feel a lot better.

Still grinning, I let Jack lead me down toward the dock nearby. There were several boats moored there, only a few lit up in the dark, but Jack appeared to know where he was going and greeted several sailors along the way.

Considering it had been six months since he was last here, it gave the impression his trips had been a lot more frequent in the past, especially when he tapped on the window of a large yacht at the far end. A moment later, a sailor appeared on the deck above.

"Jack, there you are. A little early."

"We had a good run," Jack replied as the guy rushed to the nearby gate on the side of the boat. He swung it open and then lowered a small gangplank to the deck below, the wood having steps carved into it and a rail on one side.

I marveled at the ease and speed at which he'd done all this before looking up at the boat we were boarding.

When Jack said we were heading to the island on a yacht, I'd thought of something with three, maybe four cabins and a wheelhouse area. This was a luxury yacht bigger than my entire apartment and most of the rest of the block it was on put together.

It took all my self-control not to gawk as we went up the gangplank, and Jack led me toward some seats on the deck. There was more than enough space for everyone to spread out across the main deck.

"You warm enough?" Jack asked me as they started loading the luggage, and a breeze blew across the side of the boat.

I nodded, although I wasn't completely sure I would be long-term. For now, I didn't want to make a fuss.

Once again, we were offered drinks and food as if we were guests in someone else's very expensive home. Despite the luxury and the way I was being taken care of, I declined and tried to rest, not sure I could ever imagine spending this money on just me traveling between places.

It made me feel a little better that at least ten of the band and partners plus security were with us, but I still felt like it was an almost astronomical expense.

Jack was also quiet, almost brooding, and I wasn't sure I had the capacity or energy to bring him out of it again. Instead, I watched the sailors and other staff as our luggage was brought aboard, so many bags and boxes going back and forth that I wondered how everyone kept track of it.

I watched for what felt like forever before yawning. As soon as I did, Jack took my hand and lifted me to my feet.

"You're tired. Come have another nap. I want one, too."

Suspecting he was in no mood to argue, I let him lead me along the deck. I smiled as we passed Eve and Alma, the two of them deep in conversation.

As we headed toward the front of the boat and another blast of fresh sea air caught me, I found myself grateful we were going inside for a while. Although the air temperature was fairly warm in general, especially with a jacket on, the breeze was cooler. I knew it would be stronger out at sea.

Jack led me to a hatch with stairs leading into a plush saloon, the walls and ceiling a highly polished wood, and the seating covered in a similar cream leather to the plane's. We didn't stop there, however. We headed for another small door and made our way back toward the center of the boat.

We passed several large cabins, and then Jack took a left into one, tugging me in after him before shutting the door.

It was a large room for a boat, complete with a double bed, small sofa, dresser, and en suite bathroom. I marveled at how shiny the wooden floors and ceiling were for a minute before Jack moved to the bed and unbuttoned his shirt.

Going to him, I smirked as I took over.

"Don't get any ideas," he said. "I'm not ready for that yet."

"Can't I even tempt you a little?" I asked, wondering if it would be a better way to pass the time than sleeping, but a moment later, I found myself yawning again.

Jack chuckled before pulling my jacket off.

As soon as we both had our shoes off, he pulled back the covers and ushered me beneath them.

Within seconds, we were curled up in each other's arms, my head resting against his bare chest. I closed my eyes and inhaled, grateful for the familiar scent and the way I instantly felt calmer and safer. Maybe this was exactly what I needed.

"We'll be at the island in about two hours. It can get a little rough sometimes, but it shouldn't be too bad tonight," he said. "If you start to feel a little sick, head back up on deck."

"I should be fine," I said, looking at him. "I'm not the type to get seasick."

He pulled me a little tighter, and instantly, I saw the strange look in his eyes.

"Do you get seasick?" I asked him.

Instantly, he shook his head, but the haunted look on his face didn't go away. Had something happened at sea? Or was he worried about something coming in our future?

"What are you worried about?" I asked a moment later, keeping my voice gentle and resting my head against his chest so he wouldn't feel like I was studying him directly.

"It's hard to explain. I'm… The island isn't always somewhere I have a lot of people. And…" He trailed off and let out a sigh.

"Bad memories?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "From a while back now, but bad memories is a good way to put it."

"Then we can make some new, better ones in a few hours." I looked up at him again, and he smiled down at me.

"That sounds like a perfect idea. I'll hold you to that promise."

I grinned. It hadn't quite been a promise, but I had no problem having my words taken that way, especially when they banished the pained look he'd worn.

Satisfied that we were beginning to figure out how to make each other happy, I settled down again and closed my eyes.