Chapter 68

By the time it was full dark, it was starting to get a little colder, and everyone retreated inside. The conversations continued, however, and I stuck with Jack. I noticed Eve almost drag Liam away a little later, but no one seemed to mind or object.

It was the perfect way to end the day, sitting and talking about life and past experiences. I did more listening than talking by a long way, but Jack was warm, and being close to him while feeling safe was nice.

About another hour had passed after Liam and Eve had made their way to bed when Jack shifted slightly, looking at me for a moment. The conversation had reached a natural lull, and in the dim light of the living room he looked me up and down.

Without another word to anyone else, he took my hand and got up. I followed, catching another smirk from Alma on my way past, although when I caught her eye, she looked more serious as if she was checking for the possibility I might use our safe word. I gave her a smile to let her know I was okay.

It wasn't a perfect solution. Of course, something could go wrong once I was alone with Jack, but so far, that had never happened.

Jack took me into the bedroom. Immediately, his hands went to my face, cupping my cheeks. I looked up at him, seeing the intense desire in his eyes for just a fraction before he plunged his mouth down on mine.

We kissed for what felt like ages and no time at all, my eyes closing of their own accord. I leaned into him and put my arms around his strong shoulders. The kiss quickly turned into more, his tongue pushing my lips apart and exploring deeper. Passion poured from him to me and back again, heat rushing between my legs.

As he lifted me and carried me over to the bed, I felt him grow hard. I moaned as he lowered me down and pinned me beneath him. For a moment, he paused, his hands entwined in mine, holding them above my head, the rest of his body over mine and between my legs.

I wanted him inside me, wanted him taking me as hard as he could. I grew wet as he gently slipped my clothes off, taking his time and kissing each new bit of exposed skin as he revealed it.

Lying underneath him, I felt as if I wanted to give myself over to him again and again, his desire for me exactly what I wanted.

By the time he was sliding my panties down my legs and revealing my hot, wet pussy I could barely contain my need to have him inside me.

Thankfully, he didn't take long to oblige, his warm hands cupping my breasts and rubbing gently over my hard nipples as he brought his manhood to my entrance.

For a moment, he paused, his gaze meeting mine, his powerful body over me.

"Are you mine?" he asked, his gaze searching me for the answer.

"Completely," I replied, holding the searching look and hoping I was offering him what he wanted.

He moaned into me as he both came in for another kiss and pushed his hard cock into me. I gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness, claimed by him entirely.

Wasting no time, he set a steady pace, my body his. The pleasure soon built, along with the speed and depth of his thrusts, my body tipping over the edge into oblivion only a few seconds before he did the same.

We cried out together, our arms wrapping around each other as his hard cock jerked cum out into me. I shivered in waves of ecstasy, my body momentarily out of my control.

As we came down together, Jack held me close and stroked my skin, smiling down at me.

"I don't want this to end," he said a moment later.

"It doesn't have to. I'm still right here, where you can do anything you want to me," I replied, smirking as I thought of some of the things he'd gotten me to do in the past."

He chuckled and kissed me again.

"Anything I want?" he asked.

"Anything."

Not missing a beat, he got up and went over to the nearby wardrobe, and then he pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

Immediately, I tensed, realizing the error of my words. Anything but being restrained. Shifting onto my side, I exhaled and tried to stay calm. Could I do this?

His eyes took in my sudden reaction, and his face darkened. For a moment, I thought he was angry with me, but instead, he seemed to exhale and deflate along with it.

Neither of us spoke as he stared at the handcuffs in his hands. A ripple of fear ran through me, and I knew I had to do something to both reassure him and stop myself feeling so cold.

I walked up to him and put my hands on the cuffs and his fingers.

"Can we work up to them?" I asked. "It's still a big thing that I'm here on your island with you and planning to stay when the others leave."

For a moment, I thought Jack would either lose his temper or walk out on me, but eventually, he looked up and met my eyes. He searched my face for a few seconds, and I waited, tense, afraid, but determined not to show him I was afraid of him.

"All right. What do you have in mind?" he asked, sounding defeated.

I bit my lip, confused and conflicted by the emotions pouring through me. What did I want to do? I felt like I ought to offer him something, but I didn't want to do it for the wrong reasons, either.

"Why don't we lock the door?" I asked a moment later. "Lock me in with you."

I glanced at the door to see if it was possible and sighed with relief, although it was a simple bolt on the door, nothing fancy, and something I would be able to undo.

He glanced at it as well, looking thoughtful, but eventually, he nodded. Striding over to it, he flicked the bolt across, and then he turned back to me.

Not sure what else to do but eager to remove the tension between us, I went to him and put my arms around him. As he wrapped his strong arms around me, I felt some of the stiffness leave my body.

"I'm sorry it's not more yet," I said, the words tumbling out. "My mind and heart want to trust you, but my emotions keep getting in the way."

"It's a start. It's something. If you'd just refused, I think I'd feel like you didn't care, but this…" He pressed another kiss to my lips, gentle and tender. "This gives me a chance to show you that you're safe. That you can give yourself to me more and more and know it's going to feel good."

I leaned into him and the kiss, my heart swelling with gratitude and something more, something deeper. As he pulled back and our eyes met once more, I knew.

I loved him. Completely and wholeheartedly. I had fallen in love with this rich, wealthy, yet troubled rock star. And I was in so deep, I was in danger of getting torn apart.