Lit (Wrecked Hearts Series Book 1)

by Gabrielle Gibson

  When he wasn’t feeling sexually frustrated by her, he was actually enjoying his developing friendship with Jessie.

  She made him laugh.

  No girl had ever made him laugh before.

  He admired her. It was rare for Jack to admire a woman for anything other than the way she looked or how good she was in bed. There was a lot he admired about Jessie.

  She was a good investigator. Really good. Someday she could be great. Probably even better than he was.

  He had been worried that he might have to carry her. That she might turn out to be a hindrance rather than a help, but she had proven him wrong.

  She had blown him away in New York. The fact that she hadn’t been intimidated by a hardcore criminal like Tony Martinelli and had landed a job singing in his bar was more than impressive.

  He could drink beer and watch a baseball game with her almost just like he would with one of the guys. She was apparently a football fan as well, so he assumed she would up for that when football season started soon.

  He also enjoyed the fun back and forth thing they had going on, teasing and joking with each other. He liked talking to her. He never talked to women, or anyone, really. Never wanted to.

  She was warm and caring. Usually those qualities didn’t matter to him, because he never spent enough time with any woman for it to matter. But all of the time he had been spending with Jessie lately had sparked an appreciation for those things.

  She was so thoughtful, always thinking of others and doing whatever she could for the people in her life, including him.

  He came out of the bathroom wearing shorts and no shirt. He lifted his arm behind his head and pulled his elbow down, wincing a little.

  “What’s wrong?” Jessie sat on the bed, rubbing lotion on her legs while watching the famous beach volleyball scene in Top Gun.

  Jack’s eyes automatically rested on that smooth skin as she rubbed her fingers over it again and again.

  “Nothing. Just a knot or something in my back.”

  Jessie patted the edge of the bed. “Come here. I’ll rub it out for you.”

  Jack smirked. “Yeah?”

  Jessie’s face turned bright red as she realized that she used the phrase “rub it out” and she laughed. “Your back! I meant that I’ll rub the knot out of your back!”

  Jack laughed. “Thanks, Jessie, but I doubt you’re strong enough to do any good.”

  “Hey!” Jessie protested. “I’m really good at giving massages. Sit down, I’ll show you.”

  Jack shrugged and sat down. He felt her get behind him, on her knees, her warm breath against his back.

  She gently stroked her hands against his skin before she started to massage him, finding the spot that was bothering him and focusing her attention on it.

  Jack bent his head down and made a noise in his throat indicating that it felt good.

  “Damn, Jessie. You are good at this.”

  Jessie was enjoying the opportunity to put her hands on his unbelievable body. He was so fucking ripped. He took her breath away, really. She could feel her heart beating a bit faster, just being so close to him.

  “If you lay down I could get a better angle and do it harder, if you want,” Jessie offered.

  “Yeah? Okay, thanks. I’ll be happy to return the favor if you want.” Jack laid on his stomach, his arms under a pillow.

  He had never given anyone a massage, but how hard could it be? He’d had a few massages at some places that specialized in happy endings, but the focus of those had been the happy ending part rather than the half-assed back rub.

  He smiled to himself. He was totally sure that wasn’t the kind of massage Jessie had in mind tonight.

  Jessie hesitated. “Now you have to promise to behave. I’m going to sit on you but it’s just to get the right angle and pressure, so don’t get any of your perverted ideas.”

  Jack laughed. “I’ll try to control myself, princess.”

  He was teasing her.

  Jessie was glad he couldn’t see her blushing. Of course Jack wouldn’t be tempted by her. After all, he preferred women like Violet Davis, or that sexy girl he had been with that night in New York, or that Latina swimsuit model he hooked up with fairly regularly.

  She straddled herself over his ass, which felt rock hard against her softness. She began massaging him again, hovering over his back, using her body weight to work out the knot he had complained about. When she finished, she worked on a few other knots she found as she let her hands explore all of the muscles and every inch of skin on his back.

  Jack was definitely enjoying the massage. Jessie was good at it, like she claimed. He couldn’t help but also enjoy feeling her straddling him, the light weight of her body, her smooth skin brushing against the roughness of his, the heat from between her legs.

  As his cock swelled harder against the bed, he had to shift to adjust himself. The temptation was definitely there. He wanted to turn over, flip her on her back and grind against her.

  On the other hand, she had him so fucking relaxed he could fall asleep.

  “Okay,” Jessie whispered. “All done.”

  She rolled off of him and lay beside him on her side.

  That might not have been the smartest idea she had ever had. Pressing against Jack that way had turned her on so much that she felt an aching emptiness inside. She could feel a throbbing heat between her legs that seemed so strong she was half-afraid that Jack might have felt it against his skin through her thin cotton shorts.

  “Want me to do you now?” Jack asked, not moving.

  “No, that’s okay. Just relax and go to sleep. I’ll sleep in the chair tonight. You can owe me.” Jessie forced a shaky laugh.

  The last thing she needed right now was Jack’s hands on her. Her thighs were already trembling with excitement. There was no way she would be able to hide her reaction to him if he was touching her that way.

  Jack’s voice was sleepy when he replied. “Deal.”

  JESSIE WOKE THE NEXT MORNING to Jack hovering over her, his lips next to her ear.

  “Jessie,” he whispered. “Wake up.”

  “What’s wrong?” Jessie tried to sit up.

  “Nothing. Come watch the sun with me.”

  She nodded.

  He pulled her out of the chair and led her by the hand out to the patio and across the beach. He let go of her and sat down on the sand. She sank down next to him.

  Jessie leaned back on her hands and they sat quietly, watching the sunrise over the horizon, flaming orange in an almost cloudless sky.

  “Did you sleep good?” Jessie asked quietly after the sun had finished its mesmerizing show.

  She turned to look at Jack, liking the stubble on his face. She resisted the urge to reach out and touch it.

  He nodded as he turned to face her. “Yeah, like a fucking rock. I think it was your magic hands.” He stared into her hypnotic blue eyes for a moment. “Are your eyelashes real?”

  Jessie laughed. “What? Of course they are. Why would you ask that?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know. Just never saw eyelashes so long before, in real life.”

  “Real life? As opposed to what? A mascara commercial?”

  He nodded.

  “Yeah, those eyelashes are fake,” Jessie confirmed to him.

  “I figured.”

  “Really? Most guys are too dumb to realize that,” Jessie joked.

  “I’m not like most guys.”

  “Yeah, I know that. Thank God. I’d be in real trouble if you were.”

  They sat quietly for a few more minutes before Jack stood up.

  “I’m going to change and go for a run. Want to go with me?”

  “No, thanks. I hate running. I’ll probably be the weak link of our group in the event of the zombie apocalypse.” Jessie giggled.

  Jack laughed with her. “Don’t worry. You don’t weigh much… I’ll carry you on my back.”

  JESSIE TOOK A DAINTY BITE of her salad. Violet was showing her
web sites of her two favorite caterers on the island, describing the pros and cons of each choice. Jessie was asking appropriate questions and making comments as they discussed her vision for the perfect wedding.

  “For the ceremony I was thinking of an arbor decorated with pink orchids, overlooking the water. And for the reception I was thinking a clear-top tent right by the beach, chandeliers and twinkle lights. I also love the idea of fireworks and a live band. What do you think?” Jessie engaged her enthusiastically.

  “Oh pink and gold is very trendy right now.” Violet stopped talking abruptly as Jack approached their table. Jessie could practically hear her suck in her breath.

  God, he was sexy. No wonder women dropped their panties for him the way they did. He looked so good in white shorts and a short-sleeved, blue button-up shirt, with a deep summer tan. His dark hair was a bit messy and he had a day’s worth of stubble on his face.

  Jessie felt her heart skip a beat as he placed his hand on her back and leaned down for a chaste kiss on the lips.

  “Hi babe,” Jessie greeted him warmly. “Violet was just giving me some great tips on caterers and other wedding stuff.”

  Jack flashed Violet a panty-melting smile. “Thanks. We appreciate your help.” He turned to Jessie and tangled his hand in her silky blonde hair. “Kyle and I are going to go out on his jet skis. Be back later… okay?”

  Jessie nodded. “Of course, baby. Have a great time.”

  He leaned down to kiss her again and she tried to turn her head to give him her cheek, but he turned with her and got her on the lips again, kissing her harder this time. He was really pushing this fake engagement thing as far as he could.

  After lunch, Violet took Jessie to see some possible wedding locations. Jessie slid onto the plush seats of her brand new Range Rover convertible.

  “Nice car,” Jessie commented, running her hand along the leather.

  ”Thanks,” Violet said. “It was a birthday gift from my husband.”

  Jessie tried not to show her surprise. “I didn’t know you were married.”

  Violet nodded. “Yes, I’m a newlywed myself. Hank doesn’t care much for parties, but he lets me run around and have my fun.”

  JESSIE WAITED IN THE ROOM to hear from Jack. She hadn’t heard from him since he had left to go jet skiing with Kyle.

  When he didn’t show up or call by eight-thirty she gave up and ordered herself some dinner from room service.

  After she ate, she filled the soaking tub with hot water and bubble bath. She sunk into the bubbles and turned on the jets, enjoying the relaxing massage against her back.

  She soaked in the bath for a half an hour or so and was just getting ready to get out when she heard the door to the room open.

  “Just me,” Jack said through the bathroom door. “You okay?”

  “I’m fine. Just taking a bath,” Jessie said as she pulled the drain stopper up so the tub could empty.

  Jack sat down in the chair and picked up the remote control so he could channel surf. He had gone for drinks with Kyle at a beach bar after spending the afternoon jet skiing.

  Jack had hooked up with a tall, dark-haired, exotic-looking girl, just his type. She had walked him down to a secluded part of the beach and fucked him. Afterward, they had walked back to the bar and parted ways as if nothing had happened.

  So all in all it had been a pretty good day.

  Jessie came out of the bathroom in pale yellow pajamas that left little to the imagination. Tiny, thin cotton shorts with some kind of lacy trim and a matching tank top.

  Jack sighed as his eyes greedily took in every inch of exposed skin and tried not to stare at the outline of her pussy lips in between her very tempting and tanned thighs. The tank top was so thin he could almost clearly see her nipples through it.

  Being around her after the large amount of alcohol he’d consumed with her dressed this way probably wasn’t very smart. Why the fuck was she always walking around dressed like that? It was almost as if she was purposely trying to push him.

  “Hi.” Jessie smiled shyly. “How was your day?”

  “It was good.” He avoided her eyes. “How was yours?”

  “Seems kind of unfair that you get to go have fun and play all day while I work,” Jessie complained, plucking the remote control from his hands and hopping up on the bed.

  She lay on her stomach, stuffing a pillow under her chest and bending her knees so her legs and bare feet stuck up in the air. She started clicking through the channels looking for something good to watch.

  He stood up. “If you’d rather, you can go jet skiing with Kyle next time and I’ll hang out all day with Violet. I have other methods of getting the information I want.” He gave her a lascivious smile and started for the bathroom.

  Jessie threw her pillow at him, hitting him in the head before he caught it. “You’re such a pig! I’m sure she’d be happy to give you anything you want. I saw the way she was checking you out today. Your friend Kyle is cute… I’d much rather hang out with him.”

  “You shouldn’t have done that, princess.” Jack laughed, coming toward her and swinging the pillow at her.

  She moved fast, grabbing another pillow from the bed. They swatted at each other with the pillows, Jack laughing and Jessie giggling and screaming as he overpowered her and smashed the pillow into her a few times.

  He easily grabbed the one she was holding out of her hands and tossed it aside. He dropped his pillow and flipped her on her stomach on the bed, switching to merciless tickling, hovering over her as she laughed hysterically and squirmed underneath him, trying to get away.

  He stopped tickling her and held her down against the mattress, pressing his hands into her back, his fingers hovering in position, ready to start tickling her again any second.

  He looked down at her ass, so close and easily accessible if only she weren’t off-limits. His cock was rock hard, staring down at her as she continued to try to wiggle away from him. He flipped her around again so she was on her back and pressed on her stomach to hold her down.

  “Why do you smell like a girl?” Jessie caught the unmistakable scent of a woman coming off of him.

  He smirked but ignored her.

  She supposed she didn’t need to ask. What else did she think he’d been up to all evening?

  “So you like Kyle, huh?” Jack’s voice was hard, maybe even a little angry. “I’m sure he’d love to throw an iron in this fire.” He ran a hand down her thigh and pushed it open a little, staring in between her legs. “I can hook you up if you want to break your goddamn rules for once and open these legs for him. He likes blondes… has a thing for the sweet innocent ones like you.”

  Jessie tried to squirm away from him. “What makes you think I’m so innocent? Coming from the man who reeks of cheap perfume and pussy, I’m surprised you even know what the word innocent means.”

  Jack’s eyes flew open wide, shocked to hear her use the naughty “p” word. He laughed out loud.

  “Aren’t you, though?” Jack asked, his eyes all over her scantily clad body. His hand was softly rubbing her thigh, and he felt her tremble slightly under his touch. “Innocent? I already know what a sweetheart you are.”

  “Jack, you’re drunk. What are you doing?”

  She stopped laughing when she saw the knowing smirk on his face. She hoped he couldn’t tell how shaky he was making her with his hands on her body. Her heart was racing and she felt nervous as hell.

  “You should know that he’s like me. Just wants one thing.”

  He was still looking pointedly between her legs. His smile faded, replaced by an intense, heated look that made her feel vulnerable as she peered up at him. She felt too exposed, wearing only her little pajamas and Jack’s eyes all over her body like he wanted to eat her up.

  “Maybe I just want to have some fun for a change… like you said.”

  “If only that were true,” Jack replied.

  If it was, he’d take her himself, right now. He would satisfy
his curiosity about her delectable little body while giving Jessie the fuck of her life. There were so many things he was sure she had never done. Could be fun to show her what she’d been missing out on.

  He let his eyes drift over her as he continued to hold her down on the bed. He leaned over top of her, so close that his lips were only inches from hers. Her body felt tiny and delicate under his rough hands.

  He gazed at her soft pink lips and thought of the night he had kissed her. His dick was so hard it hurt, swelling against his zipper. There was no way she couldn’t feel him against her through those thin pajamas. He was too drunk to care.

  The thought of Kyle and Jessie together had sparked a possessiveness that he’d never experienced before. It was uncomfortable. It pissed him off. Sex would be the perfect outlet for all that anger right about now. All his instincts were telling him to make this girl his. To experience every inch of her, make her feel every inch of him, make her feel everything he was sure she had never felt before.

  “Jack,” Jessie whispered his name and looked up at him expectantly, hopefully, willing him to kiss her.

  His lips hovered close to hers. His hands grasped her wrists, and he pushed her arms above her head and against the mattress, his lips finally touching hers lightly. He felt her legs wrap slowly around his hips, pulling him closer against her.

  His kiss intensified, his tongue swiping against hers, her soft lips clashing against his as she responded to him.

  Her hips rotated and lifted slightly to grind against him. He thrust against her in return. Fuck, she felt good.

  Jessie couldn’t think straight with Jack’s lips on hers and his body pressed against her this way.

  She could feel his erection pressing against her. It felt huge. Intimidating.

  Her body was alive, every nerve ending on high alert and responding to every provocation.

  One of his hands had let go of her wrist and was roaming over her body. Across her full, perky breasts, her sensitive nipples through her pajama tank top.

  He could feel her breath come harder, faster. He felt her tremble under him. The little whimpering sound in her throat made his cock strain so hard against his shorts he was sure it was going to bust through the zipper.