Lit (Wrecked Hearts Series Book 1)

by Gabrielle Gibson

Jessie turned the light off and snuggled back down. Jack’s sweatshirt smelled so good. Clean.

  Another minute of silence passed.

  “Jack?”

  She heard him sigh. “Yeah?”

  “Did you have a good time today?”

  “Yeah, I guess.”

  His voice was always so rough sounding. Jessie wondered why that voice of his made her feel so tingly. Even between her legs. Especially between her legs. She hated this crush she had on him. She needed to stop. It couldn’t possibly happen.

  “Well, goodnight,” Jessie whispered, hugging the pillow to herself.

  “Goodnight, Jessie.” Jack sighed and closed his eyes.

  The sweatshirt was huge on her but she immediately started to warm up and it wasn’t long before she was able to fall asleep.

  JESSIE WOKE EARLY THE NEXT morning to almost complete silence. The only sound she heard was the gentle flow of the river. She reached for her cell phone to check the time. Five-forty.

  Jack wasn’t there. She unzipped the tent and saw that it was almost dawn and the sun would be coming up in a few minutes. It was a little chilly but with Jack’s sweatshirt on she was warm enough. She walked a little ways down the riverbank until she found a good spot and sat down on a large rock to watch the sunrise.

  She sat with her legs stretched out in front of her, arms at her sides, palms flat on the rock looking toward the east as the first light of day touched the earth. She heard someone approaching and turned sharply, but it was only Jack, who seemed surprised to see her.

  “You’re up early,” Jessie spoke quietly. Jack wore the shorts and t-shirt he’d had on last night, and an Atlanta Braves baseball cap, which made him seem younger in the early morning light.

  Jack nodded, sitting down beside her. “I like to watch the sun come up.”

  He had just come from taking a piss and was surprised to find Jessie already up.

  Jessie smiled. “Really? Me too!”

  He glanced at her sideways without saying anything. They sat quietly and enjoyed the sunrise, bursting from the horizon with a breathtaking display of pink, purple and orange.

  Jessie turned her head to find Jack watching her. “Thanks for letting me borrow your sweatshirt,” she said shyly. “It kept me warm last night.”

  His eyes lowered to the Panthers emblem, then slowly down her body and back up again to her face.

  “Looks good on you,” he said, his voice unusually soft, looking into her eyes.

  “How did you sleep?” Jessie asked, her cheeks heating up at his compliment.

  “Fine,” Jack lied.

  Actually he had slept better than he thought he would. Only woke up a few times, but it had taken awhile to fall back asleep. Every time his dick would stop throbbing he’d hear Jessie make a little moaning sound in her sleep and he’d be hard as a fucking rock again.

  “So, you and Brittani… you hooked up last night?” Jessie asked shyly.

  Jack stared at her for a moment and then slowly nodded. “Yeah.”

  “Did you… you know… did you…?” Jessie asked, glancing away.

  Jack laughed. “Fuck?”

  Jessie nodded and blushed.

  “Yeah. We did.” Jack figured it was best for Jessie to remember what he was all about.

  Maybe if she knew what a fucking animal he was she would stop looking at him like she wanted him to pull her clothes off and put his tongue on every inch of her sweet little body. If she stopped looking at him like that, maybe he wouldn’t feel so tempted to do it.

  “Do you really like her?” Jessie asked, lowering her eyes.

  Jack shrugged. “She let me fuck her and she sucked me off. What’s not to like?”

  Jessie felt her cheeks heat up. She had never given anyone a blow job before. She certainly couldn’t imagine doing that with someone she had just met.

  She had suggested it to her ex-boyfriend, Scott, but he hadn’t been interested. “You’re a good girl, Jessie. Don’t act like that.” She had been too embarrassed to ever bring it up again.

  Brittani appeared at that moment, looking suspicious as she observed Jessie sitting on the rock next to Jack.

  “What are you two doing up so early?” she asked Jack, while looking at Jessie. “Where did you sleep, Jessie? Your tent isn’t set up.”

  “Oh, uh, Jack let me share with him.” Jessie looked uncomfortable.

  “Oh really. So why did you tell me that you couldn’t sleep unless you were alone?” Brittani asked, glaring at Jack.

  Jack ignored her. He didn’t know who this little bitch thought she was, but he certainly didn’t owe her any explanations.

  “It was my fault, really,” Jessie said, immediately defending Jack. “He didn’t really want me in there, but I didn’t have any other place to sleep. My tent is broken and…”

  “Yeah whatever. I could tell you were trying to get his attention all day yesterday with your little damsel in distress routine,” Brittani accused Jessie, taking a step closer to her. “Did you fuck her, too?” she continued glaring at Jack.

  Jessie looked surprised as she got to her feet. Jack stood also. He took Brittani by the arm and led her away.

  “Hey, take it easy. No need for that.” Jack roughly led her back to her tent.

  He glanced back at Jessie as Brittani grabbed his hand possessively.

  Under normal circumstances Jack wouldn’t have gone back to Brittani’s tent, but he was anxious to end the awkward moment. He had seriously underestimated this girl’s level of crazy. But no way was he going to let her fuck with Jessie.

  “Why are you being such a cunt?” Jack asked once he got her back inside her tent.

  “I don’t appreciate you fucking me last night and then spending the night cuddling with that uptight little bitch instead of staying with me,” Brittani hissed at him.

  He pulled her to the ground with him and pushed her on her back, holding her arms down, hard. “Yeah? What did you think this was all about? Did you think we were going to fuck and live happily ever after?”

  “No, but I didn’t expect you to treat me like a piece of garbage so you could kiss her spoiled ass.”

  “I don’t answer to you. Or anyone.” Jack’s voice was a low, rough whisper as he started to pull her clothes off. His cock grew hard against her through his shorts. “You got that?”

  Brittani nodded and pressed herself against his straining erection. “You want some more of what I gave you last night?”

  “What I want is for you to shut the fuck up.” Jack was more than ready to hate fuck this bitch, after a restless night trying to sleep with a massive erection thinking about Jessie beside him. At this point blowing his load with Brittani seemed like the best way to get some relief.

  Breathlessly she said, “You’re even hotter when you’re pissed off.”

  Jack slipped his hand between her legs and swore. She was soaked. Obviously Brittani enjoyed being put in her fucking place.

  “Feels like you’re ready for some more cock.” He rolled a condom over his dick and then resumed finger banging her.

  “Uh-huh… yeah, Jack. The hot little slut is way more fun than the ice princess… don’t you think?”

  “Fuck! You’re such a little bitch,” Jack groaned.

  They got under the blanket together. Jack closed his eyes and let his hands roam all over her body, his face in her neck as she expertly stroked his cock. He flipped her on her stomach and entered her from behind. Aware of the silence of the campsite and that Jessie was awake and could possibly hear them, he fucked her as quietly as possible.

  He had completely lost interest in this girl, so he closed his eyes and fantasized about fucking Jessie as he grinded himself into her. He imagined Jessie’s sexy little body under him, his hands all over her. He imagined the sounds he would fuck out of that pretty mouth of hers. He breathed heavily into Brittani’s hair as he came, while she moaned her pleasure into the pillow.

  JACK STEERED CLEAR OF JESSIE throughout the mo
rning, both at breakfast and during the three-hour long group hike. Jessie was confused by his behavior. She hadn’t said or done anything wrong, but he avoided looking at her or talking to her. Jessie wondered why he was so moody. She still felt awkward about the encounter with Brittani that morning. Maybe he did, too.

  Brittani clung to Jack possessively, which irritated him. He tolerated it only because he wanted to keep her away from Jessie and he knew she would be out of there in a few hours. Brittani had already told him she had to leave and wouldn’t be staying for their second night.

  She had been fun to fool around with last night, but after her little performance this morning with Jessie he knew she was fucking psycho. His alarms were going off to get clear of this one and his instincts were usually pretty good about this kind of thing.

  He tried to avoid talking to Jessie to prevent any further negative interaction between them. He had run into her as she was coming back from the showers. He had given her a slight smile but not spoken, not wanting to encourage a conversation. He knew that Brittani would be coming to the showers soon herself and the last thing he needed was her giving Jessie anymore shit.

  He was not used to being stuck with a piece of ass that wasn’t looking too good in the cold light of the morning after. The only reason he was doing it now was out of an effort to shield Jessie from this psycho and another possible confrontation with her. He resented it, but figured it was his own fault for hooking up with her. He should have been able to tell she’d turn out to be a clinger.

  Brittani tried to give him her number before she left, but Jack declined.

  She had smiled confidently. “You’ll change your mind,” she said simply, kissing him on the lips as they stood next to his Jeep.

  AFTER LUNCH, CHRIS APPROACHED JACK as he was grabbing a beer from the cooler.

  “Hey, what’s up?” Chris asked.

  Jack shrugged. “Not much.”

  “Yeah, how’d it go with Tracy’s friend? You hook up with her?”

  Jack nodded. “Yeah. That’s a crazy little bitch, though.” He briefly told Chris what had happened.

  “Wow. I guess it’s for the best she couldn’t stay another night.”

  “Yeah, no shit.”

  “So… speaking of Jessie, you two seem to have gotten pretty friendly. Anything going on there that I should be worried about?”

  Jack glanced at him and then looked away. “Are you kidding me? With that innocent good-girl thing she’s got going on? You know I’m not into that.”

  “That’s what I thought. Just not used to seeing you so friendly with a chick.”

  Jack shrugged. “She’s cute as hell and she’s got a sexy little body, but… too much work. She’s got pain in the ass written all over her.”

  Chris nodded and laughed. “But by your standards, breakfast in the morning is too much work.”

  “True.” Jack laughed.

  “Seriously, man. Things are going good with Zoey. I mean, really good. Don’t go fucking it up for me by messing with her innocent best friend.” Chris smiled.

  Jack nodded. “Understood. No worries, brother.”

  “Thanks. It’s just that Jessie’s a little sweetie, you know? Her personality reminds me of Sarah, actually.”

  Jack laughed. “Damn, dude, talk about a fucking dick deflator. Comparing her to my sister? If I was thinking about that tapping that sweet little ass, I’m sure as hell not now.”

  Chris laughed. “Sorry, man, but if it keeps you away from her, then whatever works.”

  JACK SAT IN FRONT OF the fire talking to Nick. He glanced over at the girls and saw them setting up dinner as Chris manned the grill. A few minutes later, Jessie appeared next to them, handing them each a plate of delicious-looking food.

  “Thanks, Jessie. You’re a sweetheart,” Nick said, taking the plate she offered him.

  “Yeah, thanks,” Jack said. “Looks good.”

  “You’re welcome.” Jessie smiled as she walked away. “Can I get you another beer or anything?”

  Jack nodded and held up his empty bottle to show her what he was drinking.

  “Damn, you gotta like that,” Nick said. “I mean, seriously. She’s cute, sweet, hot body. You should lock that down now before someone else does. I think she likes you.”

  Jack smirked. “Dude. I’m not interested. What part of me not wanting a girlfriend don’t you get?”

  “You sure? There are some benefits to sticking with one chick. No condom, for one.”

  Jack shook his head. “Dude… I don’t have it in me. All that relationship bullshit.”

  Though Nick had a point. Jack couldn’t even remember the last time he fucked a girl without a condom. Maybe a drunk slip up years ago. Tara before that. He could barely remember what it felt like. That was okay, though. A hot, wet mouth felt damn good, too.

  “You don’t think she’d be up to just play?” Nick asked.

  “Fuck no. Probably have to put a fucking ring on her finger just to get a peek inside those panties. She’s got that pussy locked down tight.”

  Nick laughed. “But if she was? She’s not your usual type.”

  Jack glanced at Jessie. Her ass looked incredible in the jeans she had changed into when the evening turned chilly. Her long blonde hair was partially pulled up in a messy knot and her face was clean and free of makeup. She was so naturally pretty she really didn’t even need any makeup, but she looked a lot younger without it.

  “Fuck yeah dude. I’d fuck her into next week if I thought I could just hit it without any complications. Just between you and me, I wouldn’t mind finding out what she’s like.”

  Nick nodded. “Got it.”

  “But it’d be a hell of a lot less trouble to just beat my dick off thinking about it.” Jack laughed.

  Nick nodded again. “Yeah, no doubt.”

  Jessie returned with cold beers. “Here you go.”

  “Thanks,” Jack grunted, fighting to keep his eyes on her face and not on the generous amount of cleavage that was in front of him as she leaned over to hand him his beer.

  He shook his head and sighed. The whole thinking of her as a sister thing was definitely not working.

  “OH NICK!” ZOEY EXCLAIMED. “DO you play guitar?”

  Nick had retrieved his acoustic six-string from his car and started tuning it as they all sat around the fire.

  Nick nodded. “Yeah. What do you want to hear?”

  “Do you know any country songs?” Zoey asked.

  Nick nodded. “Yeah, sure, some.”

  Zoey asked for a Carrie Underwood song. Nick nodded, and Jack gave him shit for knowing it.

  “Really, dude? What a fucking pussy,” Jack said. “Need a fucking hug or something?”

  “Hey I’ve scored some high-quality ass with this guitar.” Nick laughed.

  “Shut up Jack. I love the way Jessie sings this song,” Zoey said, her eyes bright from a few too many drinks. “Sing it, please?”

  Jack listened to Jessie’s pretty voice, staring at the fire. He tried to force himself not to look at her, but his eyes kept glancing up, those goddamn blue eyes hypnotizing him. And fuck, that pretty voice was making him want her even more.

  She and Zoey sang a few more songs together, or took turns with verses. Some of the songs Jack recognized, but many he had never heard.

  Then Jessie sang an old song, something about fire and rain that Jack recognized from when he was a kid. His Mom used to sing this song to him and his sister. She had always sang to them. So much so that he actually had clearer memories of her sweet voice than of her pretty face.

  For all the shit he had given Nick for knowing that girly country song earlier, Jack would have never admitted that he sometimes liked listening to those old songs that his mother had loved. Especially when he was working on projects in his workshop. It was kind of soothing.

  He liked making things. He’d made almost all of the furniture in his house. He’d built the bar in his game room. He had even made a crib for his
sister when her little girl was born. It was something he was really good at it.

  It helped him get out of his head, too, when he felt pissed off about things he couldn’t do a damn thing about. Like the fact that he was a selfish asshole who treated women like whores, just like that worthless sonofabitch who called himself his father.

  Worse, that it turned him on to treat women that way. Nothing got his dick harder than having a filthy little slut moaning underneath him. Most of the time he simply accepted it as his fate, but sometimes it bothered him. He liked having control, prided himself on being in control, in fact. But his inability to resist turning into a man like his father had been his greatest failure in that regard.

  Before the song came to an end, Jack stood up and walked over to the cooler to get another beer. He stood staring out at the river for a few minutes, one hand in his pocket. He sipped his beer as he watched the moonlight reflecting on the rippling water.

  He tensed as he felt a light touch on his back.

  “Hey,” Jessie said softly. “Wondered where you got off to. Everything okay?”

  He turned and looked down at her, nodding. “Yeah, fine.”

  “Well, I just wanted to say goodnight. Is it okay if I share your tent again?” She looked up at him, her soft features even more delicate and feminine with the moonlight casting an angelic glow over her pretty face.

  “Yeah.” Jack’s deep voice was raspy and low when he answered.

  “You’re sure you don’t mind a roommate again tonight?” Jessie smiled apologetically at Jack as they slowly walked toward his tent.

  Jack shrugged. “It’s fine.” He took a long drink of his beer. “You should know that Chris and Nick both asked me if I was trying to fuck you.”

  Jessie laughed nervously. “Why would they think that?”

  “Cause you spent last night with me in my tent, and they know me.” Jack met her eyes and they stared at each other for a long moment.

  “So what did you tell them?” Jessie asked, her heart pounding furiously.

  He hesitated. “I told them you were a good girl. Too nice a girl for the dirty things I like.”

  Jessie shivered. “What does that mean? What kind of dirty things?”