Chapter 9

NINE

Shannon

"Oh God," I moaned. "Don't stop." Jack was eating me like I was his favorite meal. I was so damn close, I just needed . . .

"Yes, that!" Jack bit my clit and I was done for.

Stars danced before my eyes. My entire body shook as a life-altering orgasm consumed me. But of course, Jack wasn't done. I’d learned that quickly the first night we were together.

"You ride out your orgasm on my cock." That was the only warning I got before Jack's enormous dick slammed into me, prolonging my orgasm even longer. I hadn't even known it was possible to feel so damn good for so damn long.

Jack set a brutal pace. He fucked me like he had something to prove and maybe, after our discussion, he did. All I could do was cling to him and enjoy the ride.

And damn did I enjoy it.

Every stretch of my pussy, every slam into that magical rough spot, and every moan that slipped from my lips made me feel more powerful. That's what sex with Jack did to me. It gave me the best high but, at the same time, made me feel more in control than I ever have before. Despite Jack controlling my moves.

"Give me one more, baby."

I wanted to say I couldn't, but I knew better. Jack had proven before he got what he wanted, when he wanted it. And this time would be no different.

"Come … now ."

My body obeyed just as I knew it would. There was never any question that Jack would get what he asked for. Twenty-four hours and already my body was putty to him.

"I'm going to need to taste you every day." Jack was still breathing hard. His body was draped over mine serving as my own personal weighted blanket. I liked the feel of it more than I should but the only response I could manage for him was a chuckle.

I was still on cloud nine. My entire body was reeling from back-to-back orgasms that shattered any hope of ever having normal sex again. I thought Friday night was a fluke. A mixture of alcohol and bad decisions but it turned out this was just Jack. He understood the assignment when it came to my body and damn did he earn an A plus plus.

"I really hate to move but I need to dispose of this condom, baby."

With that, Jack brushed his lips across my forehead before rolling off me. I watched his backside as he sauntered to the bathroom and what an ass it was. Firm and bitable.

If my legs didn't feel like jelly and weren’t quite literally flopped on the bed like spaghetti, I would suggest round two; I could certainly muster up the energy. But between last night and tonight, it was probably best I gave my vagina a break.

"If you're thinking that hard, then I obviously did something wrong." Jack slid back into bed and pulled me to him so I was laying my head on his chest, one leg hiked up over his, and my arm was firmly tucked around him. After-sex cuddling never appealed to me before, but somehow, with Jack it felt right.

"I was actually trying to figure out if round two was an option. I think you broke me, but on the same token, I want to bite your ass."

No one ever accused me of having a good filter. In fact, most people complained of my lack of one.

Okay, not actually complained. My father thought it was great. The guys at the shop got a kick out of it, especially when they watched me put someone in their place. The only one who ever actually had a problem with it was Davis.

Which, I know, shocker. I don't think there was a single thing about me that Davis actually liked. Which begged the question, why was he so damn insistent to have me back?

"You can bite my ass anytime you want, but I think it's more important that I feed you."

My stomach chose that moment to make itself known. It must've heard what Jack said and decided to agree for me. I couldn't remember the last time I ate. I know I skipped breakfast. The whole sneaking out of a room didn't leave time for that and I had lost my appetite when I saw the state of my own hotel room.

There had been a granola bar shoved in my face at some point between the first hotel and this one, but I doubt that could be considered enough. Especially not when I was expelling it a whole lot faster than I was taking it in.

"I could eat."

Jack chuckled. "Let me call room service and get some stuff sent up. I'm sure a place like this has a decent menu.”

I groaned at the reminder of the fancy hotel we were staying in. The chances of getting a greasy cheeseburger greatly diminished at the thought of what the menu had on it. My choices were probably steak or caviar. There was nothing wrong with steak but sometimes a girl just wanted a little grease in her life. Oh, and fries. Maybe even a chocolate milkshake.

Damn, I was even hungrier than I realized.

I left Jack to take care of the food while I explored the room. Other than the bathroom, I hadn't bothered to look around. I found a fluffy white robe in the closet and shrugged it on. Now that I put the idea of round two in Jack's head, I had a feeling putting my clothes back on would be pointless. Jack already knew how horny I was; no point in attempting to act coy.

"The food will be here in twenty minutes." He gave me one of his sexy smirks. "How should we spend the time waiting?"

I wanted to say with him between my legs. I could be his appetizer. But then I remembered it was perhaps better to put myself in time-out. It had been a long time since I had sex this much. A sad thought really.

"Tell me something no one else knows."

And that was how we spent our time waiting for food, and even while we ate. We volleyed questions back and forth as we both sat cross-legged on the bed with food between us.

It turned out they did have cheeseburgers and fries but, sadly, no milkshakes. When Jack saw my disappointment, he promised me one would be in my future. My very near future. I didn't know what that meant considering we were supposed to be hiding out, but the man had a way of making things happen, so I put my faith in him.

"So, is your plan to move back home after Davis is dealt with?"

The question came out of left field and had me choking on the French fry I just put in my mouth. It was a few moments, and several gulps of soda, before I was able to dislodge the fry and talk without a croak.

"I never got that far in my plan. I know I told my dad's employees to give me a few weeks, but I think I always knew things would never go back to the way they were. My father had taken one of the mechanics under his wing and I think if I offered him the chance to buy it from me, he would. I know it would be in good hands."

The thought of selling my father's business had my stomach in knots. Even if a small part of me always knew I didn't want to run it forever. I may have grown up in the place, but my heart wasn't set on being a mechanic or a business owner.

"Would you be selling it out of fear or because it's not what you want to do?"

It was crazy how well Jack knew me after such a short period of time. I pushed the food away and settled back against the headboard. I was full anyway. Food no longer held the same appeal, and to be honest, I was munching on the fries simply because they were in front of me.

"A little of the first one but a whole lot of the second. I never wanted to be a mechanic. My father knew that, despite growing up in the shop. He taught me everything he knew, and if it ever came to it, I could choose that career but it's not my first choice. Or even in my top five. Neither is being a business owner. Again my father taught me everything he knew, and I think I make a decent boss, but I hate the bookwork side of it. If I never have to balance another checkbook again, I wouldn't be upset."

Jack laughed. "I know exactly what you mean." Then he looked at me. Really looked at me. I learned pretty quickly that when Jack gave me his attention, he gave all of it. He made sure I felt heard. "So what’s your first career choice?"

No one had ever asked me that before, not even my father. He was amazing, he loved me and showed me every day. But his shop had been his life, and secretly, I think he hoped I would change my mind. He wanted me to love his career path and follow in his footsteps.

"I never thought about it. I started working in the shop when I was fifteen years old. That never changed after high school. I took odd jobs on the side to keep busy and to make enough money to afford living on my own, but as far as a career went . . ." I folded in on myself. "It was never a thought. My father loved to call me a free spirit and maybe that was true. I’m fine fluttering from job to job. I’ve always had at least two at any given time and money wasn't an issue. Not because my father gave it to me. I’m not afraid of hard work and I give every job I have my all. I just haven’t found one yet that I love enough to want to stay at it forever.”

My voice trailed off as I sunk into the thought, and I let my head drop onto my knees.

"Hey." Jack used his fist to lightly bump me under the chin so that I was forced to pick my head up and look him in the eyes. "Not everyone needs to have their life mapped out for them. If bouncing around makes you happy, then keep doing that."

"Davis told me it was irresponsible."

"Davis can fuck a duck," Jack spat. "Actually, that's offensive to ducks and I wouldn't put those nice animals through that torture. Don't let his words make you do something you don't want to."

Jack was right. I had already given Davis too much control and I needed to stop. The words only bothered me so much because he wasn't the first one to say them. A few of the guys at the shop liked to tease me about my lack of direction. I normally blew it off, but it had me thinking maybe I needed to settle down a bit. It was nice to see Jack didn't think along the same lines. He seemed to care about me for who I was, and that was a nice change for once.