Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Jack

I wanted so badly to lose myself in Dahlia’s scent, her body, and fuck her last night. The only thing that stopped me is that I want to take my time with her.

“I’m driving you to work today, Bee,” I grunt, yawning as I mainline coffee like it’s my job. Dolly and I got in late, and then it took me a while to wind down after I took a shower. Fuck me, I can’t believe that asshole came all over her bedsheets and then urinated on her clothes after he cut them up.

Although, it could have been a group effort. Those men are disgusting. Belmont is filled with people who are legitimately struggling, but her roommates enjoyed hurting my girl. I hope Frankie can’t get an erection ever again and he pisses funny for the rest of his life.

“Are you feeling protective today, Jack?” Bee asks knowingly. She knows me better than she thinks, which makes sense since we’ve been living together for the past four years.

“Something like that,” I mutter. “Dolly’s apartment situation was a lot worse than she said. They jerked off onto her bed and pissed on whatever clothes she had. I may have shoved my stun gun in her roommate’s dick.”

“I hope he can’t piss right ever again,” Bee says immediately, making me smirk as I finish off my coffee. “I need to take her shopping for clothes, and a part of me is glad I have an excuse. On the other hand, that’s fucking disgusting. Can you imagine if she went home alone?”

“It was one of my first thoughts when I saw it,” I admit. “The area is rough. We walked there after she talked to her previous boss, and I can’t believe she walked it alone after work each night. Dolly is a tough cookie. So yes, I’m feeling pretty protective right now.”

Bee finishes her toast with a nod, and picks up the thermos filled with coffee that I made her. “I’ll allow it,” she teases me easily, winking.

God, I really have been an idiot when it comes to her. “I haven’t said it, but I love you,” I tell her, tugging her into the kitchen with me. “I’ve been an asshole over the last four years.”

“And I’ve been really fucking broken,” she says. “The hardest thing has been not wanting to get invested, to fall in love with you. The push and pull has been really confusing.”

“I haven’t had a relationship since college.” I sigh, pulling her into my arms. “As self aware as I try to be, I’ve felt as if I’ve been trapped underwater. Everything feels both muted and sharp, and Dahlia felt farther and farther away. It hurt so much, so I tried to convince myself that if she wanted to find us, she would.”

“You’re hiding us a lot better than you’ve been pretending to yourself,” Bee says, amused. “We were both hurting enough to believe she could find us.”

Nodding, I nudge her out the door and down to the garage to the truck. There is something else I want to talk about with her too. As I drive out of the parking lot and through the streets, she gives me a sidelong glance.

It’s about six-thirty in the morning, and I plan to swing by the office and then go home to nap.

I need to be sure all of Dahlia’s paperwork is in order for her new identity.

“Jack,” Bee says in a sing-song voice that makes me chuckle. “What else is going on?”

“I may be making this out to be a bigger deal in my head, but I can’t help it,” I say. “I am not an animal, I can fucking control myself…”

“Okay, that’s not at all worrying,” she says. “I know you want Dahlia, and so do I. She’s aware of how to slow things down or stop them, she has a safeword. What are you torturing yourself with?”

“I almost fucked her in the apartment, with people getting high in the next room. I didn’t, but God damn. I’m not a teenage boy. I should have some control over myself,” I complain.

I don’t want to scare Dahlia. That’s truthfully what it comes down to. I’m intense, all consuming, and I’ve been so careful with her.

“She’s not made of glass, Jack,” Bee says. “You need to be careful not to make her think you don’t want her. That is inexcusable in my eyes.”

“You’re right,” I nod. “The last thing I want to do is hurt her. I think I’m nervous.”

As I pull up to her work place, Bee smirks at me. “I guess you better get home and work out those nerves, baby,” she says. “I expect to hear all about how well you rocked our girl’s world. Preferably from her. I need to see if I can tempt her to go out with me later today.”

My lips spread wide with a smile because that’s what I needed to hear. “It should be safer for her to do that,” I agree. “I’m swinging by the office to check on the progress, and then I’m going home to do exactly what you said.”

“Have fun,” she says, giggling when someone honks at me. “Bye!”

“Have a good day,” I tell her as she gets out of the truck. Bee does an adorable hop down, waving as she closes the door behind her.

I drive on autopilot to work, and have the fastest check in possible. My team gazes wide-eyed at me as I grab her new bank card and identification, then watch as I begin to rush out after they all reported that their work was done.

“Awesome, I’ll be out the rest of the day. I shouldn’t have any calls, but if I do, Elira?—”

“I will tell them that you’re indisposed between one of your two girlfriends’ legs,” she says with a chuckle.

“Elira,” I groan as she waves me off.

“You work too damn hard,” she reminds me. “Go play hookey, boss. We’re spending the rest of the day ensuring her identity is iron clad, so I either moved other work, or didn’t schedule it today.”

“You all are the best,” I say. “Seriously, thank you for the hours you’ve put into this. I know Dolly appreciates it too. Guys, she’s been staying in Belmont. I took her to her apartment to pick up some of her things, and it was awful. The people she was staying with are fucking disgusting.”

“Got any names I can use to fuck some people up?” Brady asks. “Or an apartment number. I can find out the rest from there.”

He taps his temple, and I nod, knowing he has a photographic memory. Giving Brady the address and the apartment number makes me feel better. Frankie and his roommates are getting arrested, or having a visit from some gang members.

Either way, they’re about to have a really bad day.

“Thanks. I may have lost my temper and stun gunned one of them,” I say nonchalantly. I’m not typically a violent man, but Dolly and Bee are where I draw my line. At their confused looks, I add, “In his dick.”

Rivek cups himself as he snorts, and Luna smirks.

“He must have been a real shitbag,” she says. “Brady, I need you to get real inventive, please.”

“I’ll fund whatever it is,” I add. Brady raises a brow, but we’ve already established that when it comes to Dolly, I only care enough about the law to keep us all out of prison. “I have some favors I can call in, if you tell me what they did that made you so angry,” he says.

Sighing, I explain the state of Dolly’s bedroom, and the room fills with disgust and anger. They may have just met her, but they’re invested in her safety and happiness.

“This one is definitely on me,” Brady says, cracking his knuckles. “I grew up in that area. They won’t learn unless they are forced to. I’m happy to provide the education.”

“Thanks. We appreciate it,” I say, knowing that he won’t accept anything other than my words. “I’m touched you all are so protective of her. I’ll be back in the office tomorrow, hopefully in a better mood.”

“You didn’t do it right if you’re not,” Lorrie crows, making my ears heat as I leave.

God, they’re all ridiculous.

I struggle not to break any traffic laws on the way home, even though I have a feeling my team is following me via the traffic cameras. I was in a big hurry when I left the office, they’ll worry.

As I pull into the underground parking lot, my phone flashes with a message. I wait until I’m parked before I check it, chuckling under my breath when I see who it is.

Lorrie:

You blew through a red light there, boss. We took care of that for you. Glad you made it home!

Texting back a response quickly of thanks, I turn off the truck and get out to go up to my apartment. My mind whirls with thoughts about what’s possible now. Dolly can go back to school, pick up the pieces of her life, maybe even get married to Bee and I.

It won’t be legal, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.

There are some things we need to work through before we get there though. Going up the elevator, I think about all the fun experiences and milestones we’re going to get to experience now that she’s with us again.

Shit, I need to talk to her about how public my life can sometimes be. I don’t want to get too ahead of myself, but it is a concern. Since Bee was also hiding away from her father because she was underage, I didn’t have her with me at any events until after she turned eighteen.

Bee makes a great date, and keeps away the men and women from hitting on me. It may have been shitty of me, but we pretended she was my cousin. The truth is so much juicier. I need to figure out how public Bee and Dolly want to be when we hit that point.

Shaking out my hands, I realize I’m really fucking nervous. What if I fuck it up? I want Dolly to enjoy her first time, and take back her pleasure in sexual experiences. She just had her first orgasm for fucks sake.

Jesus, I’m spiraling. I need to stop, or she’s going to feel my energy and get worried. Crossing the hall to my apartment, I turn the lock with my key, letting myself in. Dolly is curled up on the couch, looking out at the skyline as she sips her coffee. I’m glad she’s awake.

The Dolly I remember is difficult to get up in the mornings.

Her eyes move over to me, but there’s no panic. Watching her flip out about something like going out to dinner hurt my heart. Now, she can worry less. Dahlia Moore is dead for all intents and purposes.

And, when we finally find a way to bury Gareth, we’ll see how Dolly wants to handle her identity.

“Good morning,” I murmur, closing the door behind me and locking it. “Sleep okay?”

Bee and I snuck out of bed so Dolly could sleep in longer. A part of me is hoping she didn’t have a nightmare while we were gone. While I haven’t seen much evidence of them, she’s in a new place, and that change can trigger past trauma in the form of nightmares.

I find myself reading some of Bee’s textbooks sometimes, okay?

“I actually did,” she says with a soft smile. “I missed you two.”

“Well, now you don’t have to miss me,” I murmur, tossing my keys into the tray by the door before walking toward her. “I’m all yours for the day. Bee is claiming you when she gets home.”

“Is that how this is going to be?” she asks, chewing the inside of her bottom lip as she watches me come closer. My hand slides under her legs and the other behind her back smoothly, lifting her into my arms.

Dolly snuggles against my chest with a content smile, taking another sip of coffee. Her question lays heavy on my mind, and I think about it as I walk to our shared room.

“Is that so hard to believe, baby?” I ask. I’m unclear if she’s simply asking just to ask, or if she really feels squirrely and uncomfortable about it. “I’m very excited to share you with your best friend and girlfriend.”

Dolly’s arms erupt in goosebumps at my words, and I brush my lips against her temple.

“It’s not hard to believe when you say it like that,” she murmurs. “There’s been no jealousy, and everything has been going so well.”

“Mmhmm,” I murmur, stopping in the doorway of the room while she finishes her last sip of coffee.

“Polyamorous relationships are more accepted and popular than you’d think, especially when your heart is large enough to love multiple people. You’ve loved Bee since you were fifteen years old, Dolly. You probably aren’t where you can say you love me and that’s fine?—”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” she says stubbornly as I walk into the room. Taking her mug, I put it on the nightstand. “Stop fishing. I don’t want to feel as if I have to say it. When I tell you I love you, I want to surprise you.”

Tossing the minx onto the mattress, I smirk at her squeal. “I just so happen to enjoy surprises,” I murmur, toeing off my shoes. I went casual today with a pair of jeans and a black tank-top.

I love watching Dolly’s eyes roam over my tattoos, and I don’t miss the way her gaze caresses the fresh tattoos I wrapped with an adhesive clear bandage. I’m as careful about my ink aftercare as I am my lovers’.

Unsnapping the button on my jeans, I leave them that way as I crawl to her on the bed. She swallows thickly as she watches me, her eyes hooding as I come closer. I have no pride when it comes to her. I’ll gladly slide over fucking glass for the honor of touching her.

My instincts have nothing to do with dominance, and everything to do with taking care of what’s mine. My fingers tangle in her hair as I kiss her lips, grunting at the small sounds she gives me as she melts into the pillows at her back.

“That’s my girl,” I growl, nipping at her lips. “Can I see you?”

Consent. It’s respect and love welded together, and she deserves to give me her words.

“See me?” she asks, panting as she blinks up at me. Dolly is already getting a little pleasure drunk, and all I’ve done is kiss her. She’s so damn responsive.

“Yes,” I rumble, loving the shiver she gives me as I run my fingers below the waistband of her pjs, teasing her.

“I want you to sit on my face before you sit on my cock. I want to watch your tits bounce while you fuck yourself and come on me. What do you think about that?”

Dolly’s large caramel eyes enlarge as desire and arousal fill them. “I think you should help me undress then, Jack,” she breathes.

I don’t need to be told twice.

Any hesitation evaporates as I push her pajama shirt up her body, following along with my tongue and teeth, until Dolly’s fingers are pulling my hair as she writhes.

“Jack,” she begs, her body bowing back as my lips wrap around her nipple, sucking hard as my teeth scrape across it. Her nerve endings light on fire as I worship her, and then her shirt is thrown to the side.

Grabbing the back of my tank, I pull it off with one hand, enjoying the way Dolly’s fingers explore the planes and divots of my abs. I stay in shape by running, going to the gym, and sometimes my hockey player friends make me skate with them.

I always hate myself on those days because they're in much better physical condition than I am.

Leaning over her, I brace myself on my forearms as I brush her hair out of her face. She looks gorgeous splayed underneath me, her hair tumbled from just waking up. There’s nothing more beautiful, I’ve decided than Bee and Dolly first thing in the morning.

“You sure about this?” I ask, slowly moving until one hand is circling her throat and the other begins to drag her pants down her legs. Dolly’s breath hitches as she lifts her ass to assist me, nodding.

“Ye-es, Jack. Please,” she moans as I strip her naked. Hitching her thighs up by my ears as I lay between her legs, I drag my tongue over her core. “Oh fuck me…”

“Working on it, baby girl,” I groan, her rich flavor bursting over my tongue. “Fuck, you taste amazing. I’m not going to stop until you’re drowning me in your cum.”

Burying my face in her cunt, my hands squeeze her ass as I eat and lick her out. Twisting my body, I turn until she’s sitting upright on my face, her fingers digging into the headboard as her breasts jiggle from the force of her breaths.

Her thighs are squeezing my face, her slight weight making me look forward to taking care of her until she’s back to her usual self. I’m drowning in her sweet cream, and I need more.

Fuck me, baby girl. You’re incredible.

Dahlia

My eyes roll as I whimper, my hips rolling over Jack’s tongue. It feels so intimate to be mindlessly grinding on his face, but his fingers digging into my ass and hips, goad me on.

I’m helpless to say no, and I don’t fucking want to. One of my hands holds on desperately to the headboard as I start to keen, while the other pulls on Jack’s hair, as I feel myself beginning to come.

He groans as he opens his mouth wider to lap up my release, making me blush even as I shudder and gasp. His tongue cleans me up thoroughly, pushing inside of my pussy to get every last drop.

Panting, I breathe hard as I lean against the headboard, my chest heaving from exertion.

Jack gives a wicked chuckle as he kisses my inner thigh, slowly pushing his thick fingers into my channel.

“Oh,” I rasp, the stretch surprising me.

“Relax, baby. Feel me, it’s my fingers. I need to prep you for my cock if you still want it. Do you?” he asks, though his voice is slightly muffled from my preferred seat.

“Yes. God, I just feel so full. Your cock is even bigger than your fingers though. How are you going to fit?” I whimper, feeling a flash of fear.

Jack flips me over onto my back so fast I scream, his worried gaze on mine.

“Dahlia,” he growls, prowling his way up my body. The bottom of his face glistens with my release, and he sucks on his bottom lip with a small smirk.

“I promise, you were made for my cock.”

Jack’s fingers ghost up my body, making my fingers curl in the bedsheets. Somehow I want more even though I have legitimate concerns. I haven’t seen his cock yet, and I’m naked beneath him.

“I want to see you,” I breathe. Jack can’t keep his hands off me, and he drags his gaze up to mine.

“I’m here,” he teases me, brushing his knuckles down his body. God, his body is a fucking work of art. Cupping his erection, he asks, “Do you want to see my cock?”

“Jack,” I whine, sitting up. If I want something done, I may have to do it myself. “You know damn well what I want.”

“If you can curse like a sailor, maybe you can do the hard work of pulling me out,” he growls, his hand tangling in my curls as I scramble onto my knees.

This should scare me.

My fingers tremble slightly, though with excitement and adrenaline, and not fear. It takes me a second to pull down his zipper, my heart pounding like a drum as I do. Jack pushes his jeans over his hips, and my lips part as I see he went commando today.

His cock bounces out of his pants, almost hitting me in the face.

Jack smirks at my wide eyed expression, because he’s fucking huge. His hand wraps around the root of his cock, pumping lazily. The crown of his cock is red, and there’s liquid beginning to weep from the tip of it.

Licking my lips, I find that I want to wrap my lips around it. I don’t think I’ll be very good at this.

It’s been years since I’ve given anyone a blow job.

“I wish you could see your face, Dolly,” he murmurs, inhaling sharply as I drop my tongue out, leaning forward. “Baby…”

Jack’s voice sounds strained as I lap at the pre-cum on his cock. He tastes salty, but sweet, and I moan before opening my mouth as wide as possible to suck on the crown of his shaft. I want more of his cum on my tongue.

“God fucking damnit,” he roars, continuing to pump the base of his cock. “You can have your fun, baby. It won’t last long, though. I want to be balls deep in your pussy when I come, with your blood staining my cock.”

I don’t know why, but I can feel myself getting more aroused as I suck more of him into my mouth. It’s smooth, the skin is soft, but his shaft is hard. It’s an odd thing to explain. All I know is that he tastes incredible.

My new addiction.

Jack lets me explore, both hands holding onto my hair, but not pulling me down or forcing me. It’s almost as if he’s using it to ground himself.

“That’s it, Dolly. Fuck, you suck like a damn Hoover, baby. If you feel like you have to gag, relax and swallow around… Jesus,” he pants, eyes rolling. “So damn good. I’ve dreamed about what your throat would feel like. Yes, God. It’s so damn tight.”

I feel tears prick at my eyes as I gag, but I do what he says and it helps. There’s no panic the way I felt with Frankie, whose cock was half hard while I sucked it, smelled awful, and made me need to brush my teeth several times after I puked in the bathroom.

“Stay with me, Dolly,” Jack growls, pulling on my hair.

The sting of pain helps keep me in the moment, encouraging me to see how far down I can go. It’s harder to disassociate when I’m struggling to breathe, dragging my tongue knowingly down the underside of his cock.

I wish I knew more about the anatomy of a dick, so I knew what would feel best. I was a much better student for Bronwyn. I also don’t have a penis.

“You’re doing so good. Don’t overthink it,” he grunts, pulling me slowly off his cock.

A string of saliva trails from Jack’s crown to my lips, and his gaze is intent as he stares.

“You have no idea how perfect you look on your knees for me,” he sighs. “Your saliva is dripping down my cock, your eyes say you enjoyed having me in your mouth. Is your cream starting to run down your thighs for me?”

This man’s mouth is going to be the death of me.

My skin feels as if it’s vibrating, my core heavy as I nod. I am embarrassingly wet between his eating my pussy like it was his mission in life to drown in my cum, and sucking his dick.

I can feel it dripping down my thighs as he murmurs, “Lay back and spread your lips wide. I want to see how wet your cunt is for me.”

“Really?” I gasp, though it doesn’t keep me from scrambling back to do as he says. Tentatively, I spread my legs wide, and then take my fingers to expose myself completely to him.

Getting rid of his jeans, he drags his fingers up my thighs to my core before sucking on them.

“Such a good little slut for me. Take your fingers and push them into your wet pussy. I want to hear how soaked you are.”

Eyes wide, I whimper in need as I do what he says. It’s the first time I’ve ever really done this, and I can’t believe I have an audience for it. Pushing my fingers deep inside of me, I moan as I start to pump them the way he did.

My eyes roll as he moves to suck on my clit, since I have myself so helpfully opened up.

His finger joins my three and I cry out as he continues to suck on my clit. The stretch isn’t as big as when I had his fingers inside of me, and my pussy is sucking at our combined digits as he pushes me closer to another orgasm.

Jack’s finger strokes a spot deep inside of me that I recognize as my G-spot. I haven’t felt it on myself before, but I loved to make Bronwyn squirt all over my face.

My feet are flat on the bedspread as I rock my hips in the search of more friction, more of Jack’s lips sucking on my clit, more of everything. I’m so damn close.

Jack’s sucking starts to have the sharpness of teeth to it, making me begin to mewl.

“Oh, oh please. More, more of that,” I beg, tears filling my eyes. They’re good tears, they remind me that I’m alive, this is happening, and it’s really fucking intense. Jack grunts as if to tell me that he’s got me.

I don’t doubt for a moment that he does.

Jack always has had me covered my entire life, and there’s no one I’d rather be having my first time with. Bronwyn is no doubt going to want all the details. Will that be weird?

The sting of a sharp slap on my clit makes my body short circuit, and the next makes me scream as I come. It happens so fast, all I can do is feel.

I have a feeling that’s exactly what Jack wanted, as he finger fucks me through it.

“Stay with me, or I’ll force you to,” Jack says, leaning over me.

Pulling his and my fingers from my pussy, he smears my cum on my lips. Obediently I lick them, finding it doesn’t taste bad. His lips find mine next, and then he’s pulling me into his arms, so his cock rocks along my core.

Jack is on his knees underneath me now and I’m straddling him, beginning to rock over his cock, searching for more friction.

“Grab my dick and lead me in, beautiful,” he rasps, kissing down my neck. I want him so much. My pussy is making me shiver as it clamps down on nothing. Fucking greedy hussy, urging me on to do what he says.

“Yes,” I whine, reaching between us to rub him over me, bumping my clit before guiding him in. Jack drops his head back as he makes a pained noise, his hands squeezing on my hips. I’m going to have little bruises along my body later, but I’ll be proud of these.

“You’re the boss, just this once,” he whispers. “Sink down on me, take me all. I swear I’ll fit. Breathe for me, okay? It’ll hurt to start with.”

There’s a pinch as I sit further down on his cock, feeling as it disappears inside of me. It feels unending, and it does hurt as my hymen breaks. That one little thing is the difference between my virginity or not, but I am so damn happy I’m losing it with Jack.

I don’t even realize I’m overwhelmed by my emotions until Jack kisses my cheeks, eyes, and lips. The pain dulls, and soon there’s a growing feeling of needing to move. I want to feel him light up my nerve endings. I want to fuck him. I want to see how far I can take this new found power.

“I’m okay,” I whisper, blinking rapidly, my hands moving up his tattooed skin. Slowly, I rise up on my knees, before dropping down suddenly. Jack’s surprised cry makes me feel smug as I ride him hard.

His fingers dig in deeper as he restrains himself from taking over, his neck straining as he groans.

“Dahlia,” he says, the name sounding foreign as he speaks it this way. There’s longing and begging in it, and I continue to ride him.

“You sound like you need something,” I moan. “Fuck, I love your cock. I’m sorry I was afraid of it. Oh, God!”

His cock is so deep, it’s rocking over my cervix. It feels both intense and slightly painful, but I’m addicted. Over and over, I bounce on his cock, and Jack growls as he lowers his head to nip and suck my nipples.

“You feel like heaven and the devil made a deal,” he sighs. “Fuck, you’re drenching my balls. I love the way your pussy clenches on my cock. God, you brat. Yes, don’t stop. I want you to fuck me until you pass out when you come. My cock is going to be inside of you. My claim, my cum will be filling you up. Who do you belong to? Say it!”

“You!” I scream, coming when his hand wraps around my neck. His other hand pulls my arms behind me until he has a good hold, and then he begins to fuck up into me.

I’m nothing but a damn rag doll, but I love it. Jack’s cock is inside of me, this is his dominance, and if I don’t like it, I know I can end it. The knowledge makes me happy to simply feel as I begin to ride the wave higher as I get closer to another orgasm.

“So fucking pretty,” he groans. “One day soon I want to tie you to the bed, have Bronwyn ride your face, while I fuck you. I want her to fuck your sweet pussy, while I fuck you both into the goddamn mattress. Fuck!”

My pussy contracts hard around him, and his hand tightens until I can’t breathe. There’s no time to panic, nor do I ever think to, as I come apart on his dick. Jack roars as he empties his cock deep inside of me, saying things that make me preen with pride.

I did this. He’s losing his mind because of me.

The release of my limbs comes slowly, and I can hardly keep my eyes open as I cuddle in his arms.

“You’re going to be so much fun to play with, explore different things with,” he whispers in the shell of my ear as he carefully lays down with me. I remain sprawled over his body with his cock inside of me, because I don’t want to move.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

“I love you, Jack,” I whisper, my voice feeling thick as he rubs my hair and my back. “Is that crazy? We just?—”

“We just what, sweetness?” he asks softly, wrapping a blanket around us. My body is twitching involuntarily, and I feel cold as I snuggle into the blanket.

“We can’t pretend that I haven’t been present for most of the important moments in your life. The good, the bad, and the ones where I wish I could have burned the world down for you. Somehow, you’ve been my best friend, and I’ve been your confidant for the first sixteen years of your life, Dahlia. The circumstances may have been different, but I’m not a stranger. The history adds up. I think I’ve loved you most of my adult life, it just became a different kind of love in your absence.”

“Bronwyn kept your memory alive, we talked about you so much while we missed you,” he continues. “You have been a constant presence even while you weren’t here. I love you so much, and I can’t believe we get another chance. It’s just that simple.”

I’m a leaky faucet as the tears drip down my face. Sobbing, I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, and he whispers sweet things that I never thought I’d want to hear from a man.

This isn’t just anyone though, it’s fucking Jack Katz, one of the best people I know.

I fall asleep in his arms, drifting off on the waves of emotional highs and the memory of intense orgasms. When I wake up, Jack takes care of me, pampering me, drawing me a bath, and letting me soak while he showers.

Together, we pick up Bronwyn, who squeals and begs for details.

Jack simply barks out a laugh, grinning like a mad man as he shakes his head.