Chapter 65

I woke to the sun streaming into the room. Jack was still asleep beside me, his face calm and gentle. I slipped closer, feeling the warmth of his torso.

Beyond him, I could see the most amazing view. The sun shone on an island of palm trees and sand, and a breeze gently blew the palm fronds back and forth. It looked peaceful, and it soothed the anxiety I'd woken with in no time.

It didn't take long for Jack to stir as well, his gaze fixing on me beside him within seconds.

"Good morning, gorgeous," he said, immediately rolling my way.

His mouth crushed down on mine, and his arms wrapped around my body, pulling me against him and pinning me in place.

I let out a slight squeal, shocked by the suddenness.

A moment later, he growled and flexed his hips. I felt his hard cock brush against my pussy, letting me know we weren't getting out of bed until he'd had his way with me some more.

I felt a ripple of heat run through me, and I involuntarily clenched my thighs together, my mind remembering how good he had felt impaled in me the night before.

Unable to resist even if I'd wanted to, I yielded as Jack shifted until he was entirely on top of me.

My arms were soon above me, against the headboard, while Jack wound the other hand into my hair and pulled my head back. He rained kisses down on my exposed neck and chest, rough as he sucked and nipped with his teeth at the same time.

I quickly grew wet, my body coming alive under his attention.

"Ask me to fuck you, kitten," he said a moment later, relinquishing my arms so he could grab a nipple and tug on it.

I whimpered, unable to speak for a moment, but I thrust my hips upward toward his cock.

He chuckled, but he reached over and tugged on my other nipple, twisting it just enough to hurt. Mewling, I tried to open my mouth, knowing he wanted me to speak.

"Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me, please."

Grinning, Jack ran his thumb over the body part he'd just assaulted. It was all the interlude I had. A second later, he drove his hips down, thrusting hard inside me. I gasped at the sudden sting, but my pussy was wet enough that it was soon gone.

He set a hard, fast rhythm, making it very clear he was fucking me, and there was no other word for it.

I moaned beneath him, trying to keep up, pleasure building from the fast assault on my depths. Despite his clear need for me, he remained in control, his energy seeming endless as I tipped into oblivion, groaning as my pussy tightened around him in waves, but he didn't give me any relief.

Pounding hard, he continued seeking his own ecstasy until I thought he might split me in two. Just before I thought I might burst or I wouldn't be able to take anymore, he yelled and thrust deep one last time. As he orgasmed, waves of his seed filled me, and he moaned again, his hips jerking.

Slowly he came down, his body shaking and his lips pressing against mine.

"God, you're the perfect cunt to fuck first thing in the morning," he said as he pulled out of me finally.

I didn't move, a little sore but otherwise high on the pleasure he'd both given and taken.

"I'd hope I'm the perfect cunt to fuck in the evening, too," I replied as he rolled onto his side and gazed at me.

He chuckled.

"In the evening, you're the perfect pussy to claim."

I couldn't help but laugh at the logic, amused that he thought there was a difference. I was sure there was in some ways, but I didn't care either way. I was his and it felt so good I didn't want anything else.

We lay together for a while before Jack sat up and took my hand to pull me with him.

"Come on," he said. "Time to get up and make ourselves decent, have brunch, and then I'm going to show you around this place."

I had no intention of arguing, letting Jack lead me to the bathroom and pull me into the shower.

Being in the shower with him, both of us washing each other and then drying each other seemed to be the perfect end to every session in bed together, and today was no different.

We took our time, kissing plenty and lingering in each other's arms, but eventually, we were dressed and heading down the stairs toward the kitchen.

Several of the band were already up and lingering in the room. It was clear most of them had already eaten, and Alma gave me a smirk as she noticed me, although she didn't say anything.

It was the first time it occurred to me that someone might have heard us. We hadn't exactly been trying to be quiet.

I moved over to a stool and sat down, soreness flaring between my legs for a moment before I managed to find a comfortable position. Jack had well and truly taken me.

Brunch was a fairly simple affair of bagels and various fillings. I quickly ate mine, a lot hungrier than I thought I'd be. Jack glanced over at me a couple of times, but the talk turned to plans for the rest of the day.

Jack offered to give me a tour of the island, and to my surprise, most of the rest of the people with us wanted it, too. I had assumed they'd relax in their own way, already familiar with whatever the island offered, but instead, they seemed as clueless as I was.

I didn't say anything, but it was starting to make me wonder if they had all been invited so I would come as well. If I had been invited alone and hadn't been offered the safety of having Alma there in case I needed some way of retreating, I would never have agreed to come.

And nothing that had followed the party at Alma and Kai's would have happened. None of the time we'd spent together and the growing warmth between us. I had no doubt that we'd have ended up putting distance between us simply because we both knew I was going to go back to England.

However, because of her selfless offer, I'd spent several more wonderful days in Jack's company and learned a lot more about him.

As soon as we'd all eaten and cleaned up, Jack took my hand again and started the tour. We looked around the large main house, Jack revealing secret after secret, including a large game room.

We stopped to play with the pinball machines for a few minutes and had more drinks and snacks before heading out onto the island. There were a few made-up paths that ran between the house and the beaches on the island, as well as a tree house built at one end. Everywhere I looked, there were either more trees, sand, or the ocean as far as the eye could see.

At the two ends of the long thin island, the islands along the strip could be seen, but they were far enough away we still had complete privacy.

It was a beautiful place, and I knew it was somewhere I could come and relax easily. I also found myself wanting a quiet place to curl up and write. That was always a good sign I liked a place and felt safe and calm there.