Lit (Wrecked Hearts Series Book 1)

by Gabrielle Gibson

  Jack smiled. “I don’t mind.”

  They had spent such a great day together. They had played on the beach and then eaten steamed crabs with plenty of Old Bay and corn on the cob outside on the deck for dinner. Nick and Savannah had shown up, too, joining the party.

  Jack had been drinking all day, and although he never appeared to reach any real state of inebriation, he was feeling pretty lit up. He wasn’t sure whose idea it had been to get in the hot tub, but it probably wasn’t very smart.

  Jessie’s pretty blonde hair was secured loosely on top of her head in a messy bun. Her face was flushed, not from the sun, but from the four drinks she’d already finished. She was definitely feeling the effects of the vodka in her girly mixed drinks.

  Chris and Zoey had left to take a walk on the beach and Nick and Savannah had disappeared into one of the upstairs bedrooms together. For some reason Jessie thought it was a good idea to get into the hot tub practically naked with Jack.

  She felt a little thrill run through her when she remembered Jack’s strong, muscular arms wrapped around her in the ocean earlier that day.

  “You must be sick of me by now. All that time in New York and then St. Thomas, now this weekend. I feel like since Chris and Zoey started dating you kind of get stuck with me a lot.” Jessie’s tone was apologetic.

  Jack’s gaze was steady as he looked into her dazzling blue eyes.

  He answered her honestly. “Not at all. I’m having a great weekend.”

  “Really? I’m glad. I’m having a great time too. Today was so much fun.” Jessie broke eye contact first.

  Jack didn’t speak. He was surprised, actually, by what a great time he was having. Usually he would have spent the weekend trying to hook up with the hottest piece of ass he could find. Of course he would have liked to have spent the weekend getting laid, like Chris and Nick were doing, but he wouldn’t have traded the time he’d had with Jessie for some random pussy. He couldn’t explain that to her, though. For fuck’s sake he didn’t understand it himself. So he stayed silent.

  She stood up and moved toward him through the water, reaching behind him to get her drink. She picked it up and took a long sip as Jack’s eyes raked over her triangle bikini top and flat stomach, which were eye level as she leaned across him. She was so close to him that she could feel his breath against her skin.

  She stumbled a bit, her natural clumsiness intensified by the alcohol she had consumed.

  “Sorry,” she murmured. She giggled as she tried to balance herself, one hand on Jack’s shoulder.

  Without a word, Jack reached for her, sliding his hands gently over her hips. He tugged her down on his lap so she was straddling him under the water, her knees on either side of his thighs. One hand pressed flat against her lower back and the other began softly and slowly stroking her thigh.

  His expression was serious as he watched her smile fade when their eyes locked.

  Butterflies flipped in her belly, as Jessie ran her finger over the small jagged scar on his chest. “Where did you get this?” she asked, her voice trembling.

  He hesitated, poker-faced. “Iraq.”

  She looked surprised. “What happened?”

  He didn’t answer her. He didn’t want to talk about that. Especially not right now.

  “I love this song,” she whispered.

  “Oh yeah?” Jack’s gaze dipped from her eyes to her lips and back again, his fingers still softly rubbing her back and thigh. “I don’t know this one.”

  “It’s old… Come Undone.” Jessie’s voice shook slightly. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but she didn’t want it to end.

  “You and your old ass songs. I think you know them all,” Jack observed, his voice strained.

  “Whatever. You like them, too. Admit it.”

  He nodded. “Some of them, I guess. They remind me of…” He trailed off, his stormy eyes leaving hers and skipping over her breasts.

  “Who?” Jessie whispered.

  He didn’t respond to her. He wasn’t sure what he was doing. His head was a little cloudy, partly from alcohol and partly from the feel of her silky skin under his fingers, her sweet coconut scent invading his space.

  Something had been building between them all fucking weekend and he didn’t feel like fighting it anymore. Couldn’t hurt to kiss her one more time, could it? Just for a minute. Just one more taste of that sweet mouth.

  He felt her take a shaky breath as he leaned forward to press his lips against hers. He kissed her gently at first, as he had the night before, as if he was afraid he might hurt her. He hesitated for a moment, looking into her eyes as if seeking her permission.

  She was so different from the girls he was used to. Definitely less experienced. Definitely more sensitive. He didn’t want to scare her. Jessie leaned forward and kissed him back, putting her arms around his neck and running her fingers through his hair.

  Jack removed his hand from her thigh for a moment, and reached up to tug gently at her hair until it came loose. He groaned lightly as the soft blonde waves tumbled down around her shoulders and her back. His cock bucked against his swim suit, so ready for this girl it fucking hurt.

  Jessie felt him press his other hand against her lower back, pulling her closer to him. She gasped in surprise as he pressed her firmly against his erection. It was certainly impressive—hard as steel, and long, and thick.

  “Mmmmm,” she murmured, her mouth still against Jack’s as he kissed her slowly, hesitantly.

  She shivered with a combination of fear and excitement as his kiss deepened and he continued to gently press her against his insistent erection, his swim trunks and the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms the only barrier between their most intimate areas. The warm water bubbled all around them as Jessie’s heartbeat accelerated and heat flooded between her legs.

  Jack was breathing harder now, too. The little whimpering sounds she was making as she rocked herself gently against him were making it hard to think straight. He was so fucking turned on, his cock rigid and straining against his swim trunks as it rubbed against her bikini. He couldn’t believe he was reacting this strongly to her. He needed more.

  His lips left hers to trail down her neck as he moved his hand from her thigh up her side until it slowly cupped around her breast, massaging her gently. He stopped kissing her and looked at her breasts, still covered by her bikini top. Her nipples were hard, visible through the fabric and Jack rubbed his thumb lightly over one, sending a jolt straight between her legs.

  They continued to gently rock against each other. The friction from Jack’s hard cock pressing against her clit through her bikini felt so good.

  “Jack,” Jessie whispered as he slid a finger inside her bikini top and ran it across her taut nipple.

  He felt her press more firmly against him in response and he encouraged her by pressing his hand harder against her ass. Hearing her whisper his name had sent his arousal to another level and he gasped and kissed her as she continued to grind herself against him.

  “Does that feel good?” he whispered hoarsely. “Rubbing your clit against my cock?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  She was so nervous. Jack talking dirty was a turn-on, but it also made her self-conscious. She didn’t know how to talk like that. She didn’t know anything, really. Jack was used to women who knew exactly how to take care of a man. He probably wasn’t going to be too impressed with her clumsy, inexperienced attempts.

  He kissed her again, their tongues colliding more urgently than before. He grinded back against her as his hands squeezed the flesh of her ass harder.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, his kiss becoming more intense.

  “Is this okay?” she whispered.

  “Fuck, yeah.” Jack’s voice was low and shaky. “Do you think you could come like this?”

  “I… don’t… know.” No one had ever said anything like that to her before. It was so dirty but so… hot.

  There was something wild and rough about Jack,
something primal in the way he kissed her, the way he touched her. It felt so good, being in Jack’s arms, kissing him, feeling his hard, perfect body pressed against hers, the long, thick hard erection pressed firmly against her, rubbing against that spot that could take her over the edge, even before they had taken their clothes off.

  She had never felt this turned on in her life. Scott had been exceedingly polite with her. She hadn’t realized that until just now.

  He moved his mouth down to her breasts. Those soft moans and whimpers were driving him crazy. He was pretty sure he could play with her all night and never get tired of hearing those little sounds.

  He slid the small triangle of fabric aside and exposed a small, pretty, perfect pink nipple. He swallowed hard and then brushed his tongue against it lightly.

  “Christ… what the fuck am I doing? You should tell me to stop,” he groaned.

  He licked and sucked her nipple gently and she moaned in response.

  “Oh God, Jack! No, please don’t stop,” Jessie said as the door flung open and Nick took a step onto the deck.

  Nick must have realized he was interrupting an intimate moment because the door shut again right away. Jessie was too caught up in the moment to even notice Nick’s intrusion.

  Jack heard the door open but ignored it. Honestly, he didn’t care. The whole goddamn world could be watching and he wouldn’t give a fuck. Jessie had him so worked up he could barely keep control.

  “Fuck, Jessie… what the fuck?” he whispered as he moved on to her other nipple, more aggressively than before. “We should stop… shouldn’t be touching you like this.”

  He was caught off guard. He couldn’t believe how much he fucking wanted her. The fact that she was even letting him touch her like this? Well, it felt like she was giving him a gift or something. He knew that she wouldn’t do this with just any guy.

  She shivered against him and pressed her hands into his back. The sound of Jack’s erratic breathing was such a turn-on. She loved feeling him respond to her, feeling how much he seemed to want her.

  He realized how close he was to letting this get out of control. He wasn’t sober enough to be touching her like this. He had just meant to play around with her for a minute.

  Now he was two seconds from dragging her into his room and showing her exactly how hard she would get fucked for teasing him with this sweet little body for the past three months.

  “Fuck, Jessie… we have to stop. I don’t want to do this with you. I’m sorry if I made you think…” he fumbled a bit, releasing his hands from her body as if he suddenly realized she had a contagious disease.

  “What?” Jessie looked at him, surprised and confused, and quickly turned her eyes away. “I don’t… okay. Sorry.”

  She clumsily pulled her bikini top back into position to cover her exposed nipples and moved away from him.

  She didn’t understand. Hadn’t he been the one to pull her down on his lap? Hadn’t he just been rock hard against her, kissing her and touching her? Hadn’t she just heard his heavy breathing in her ear and against her skin? How could she have read him so wrong?

  She felt her face flush. Had she done something to turn him off? Probably. What else could explain his sudden loss of interest?

  Jack felt irritated. Mostly with himself for letting things go too far. Also with Jessie, a little, for prancing around him all day in a fucking bikini until the temptation was too strong to resist. Why the fuck did she have to be so fucking cute? Why did she have to moan and whimper, like no one had ever touched her before? If she wasn’t so goddamn irresistible this wouldn’t keep happening.

  Hurting Jessie’s feelings hadn’t been his intention, but the look on her face told him that was exactly what he’d done. A fun day spent with her on the beach and too much to drink had obviously weakened his resolve to stay away. He was pretty sure this was going to make things really fucking awkward.

  Suddenly, they heard muffled voices and laughter as Chris and Zoey returned. Jessie moved silently through the bubbling water to the other side of the hot tub, as the door opened and Chris and Zoey stepped onto the deck.

  “Hey,” Chris said, cracking open a beer. “Hot tub time?”

  “That sounds good. I’ll go change,” Zoey said, turning to go back inside. She gave Jessie a funny look.

  “So, what’s up?” Chris’ slightly teasing tone suggested that he suspected something.

  Jack shrugged.

  Jessie couldn’t speak. She had no idea what had just happened, or why he had so suddenly lost interest in her, but now she wanted nothing more than to just disappear.

  Jack and Jessie locked eyes for a moment. His eyes burned into her, still radiating heat from their encounter. Jessie looked away and stood up.

  Chris stood quietly by the door.

  “I’m going in… so tired,” she said, feeling Jack’s eyes all over her as she moved past him to climb out of the hot tub. “Goodnight,” she whispered, escaping inside.

  Jack didn’t respond. He stayed where he was. He couldn’t get out now even if he wanted to. His dick was still at full attention. His body hadn’t quite gotten the message from his brain that it wasn’t going to happen. He reached for his drink and sighed.

  “What happened?” Chris asked.

  Jack shrugged. “Nothing much. We were just fucking around. Didn’t even get her out of that sexy little bikini.”

  “Dude… not cool,” Chris admonished, shaking his head. “You can’t fuck around with her, man. She’s not like that.”

  “Dude, she’s not a fucking kid,” Jack argued. “Stop acting like she’s some kind of virgin angel. She’s not. Way she was just grinding all over my dick, pretty sure she knew what she was doing. For the record, I’m the one who stopped things. She wanted to keep going. Probably would have let me do whatever I wanted.”

  “She likes you, Jack, but she can’t handle it. You know that. You can’t just nail this one and then tell her to piss off. She’s a good girl. It’s not right. What’s going on with you? You don’t usually fuck with the good girls.”

  Jack sighed. “I don’t know. She’s just so…” he trailed off, shaking his head.

  Chris looked at him, surprised, waiting for him to finish. “She’s just so what? Don’t tell me you want anything more than to just fuck her because I won’t believe you.”

  “Of course not. No fucking way.” Jack downed the last of his drink. “I get what you’re saying. She’s looking for more than just a hot fuck and I’m not, so I should leave her the hell alone. I’m a bastard for wanting to bend that sweet little princess over my fucking knee. Spank the fuck out of that perfect little ass, then pound her pussy until she stops driving me fucking crazy. Even though she’s been tempting the fuck out of me all goddamn summer.”

  “Jesus, dude, you’ve given this a lot of thought, haven’t you?” Chris laughed and shook his head. “Leave her alone, man. It’ll just fuck with her head. It’s obvious that she’s got it bad for you. She’s so fucking sweet. Zoey told me that Jessie’s pretty inexperienced. She won’t be able to handle it. You don’t want to hurt her feelings, I know you don’t. This thing I have with Zoey is good. I mean, she might be the one.”

  “Yeah? Getting that serious, huh?” Jack glanced at him.

  “Yeah. Come on, you know you only want to fuck Jessie because you shouldn’t. You’re not used to not being able to go after the pussy you want. Let this one go. Go stick your dick in someone else. God knows you have plenty of other options.”

  Jack nodded. Chris was right, of course.

  Didn’t make it any easier.

  THE NEXT MORNING JESSIE WALKED out on the balcony and looked out over the ocean. She could see Jack down by the water, surf fishing. It was still early, only seven o’clock, and the beach was empty except for a few people jogging or fishing, like Jack.

  She went down the steps and her feet sank into the sand. It felt cool against her skin. She made her way over to where Jack was facing the ocean, reeling i
n his line. He turned to get more bait for his line from the small cooler sitting on the sand behind him.

  “Hey,” he said, barely glancing at her, despite how incredibly cute she looked. Her hair was in two braids and she wore an orange Baltimore Orioles sweatshirt and a tiny pair of white shorts.

  “Hi,” she said shyly, looking down at her bare feet. She leaned down to pet Cody, who nuzzled close to her and licked her hand lovingly.

  Jack baited his line and then turned back toward the water. He brought the rod behind his right shoulder and then, in a swift, graceful motion he cast it out. Jessie watched the line fly through the air. It went a long way before settling into the waves.

  “So, about last night…” she floundered, “I wanted to apologize, you know, if I did something wrong. Maybe I misunderstood…”

  Her stomach was in knots. She didn’t want things to be awkward between them.

  She could see his side profile and his expression was blank.

  “Jack?” Jessie prompted him when he didn’t respond.

  He glanced back at her and shrugged. “No need to apologize, Jessie. It wasn’t your fault. It was mine. I had a lot to drink yesterday. Don’t know what the hell I was thinking.”

  She took a few steps so she was standing beside him. Their eyes locked.

  “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.” He started to reel in his line again but stopped. “I got carried away. Didn’t mean to cross a line.”

  “No, it’s okay. I think I’m the one who got carried away.” She shoved her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt. “It’s just, I like being friends with you Jack. I don’t want things to be awkward.”

  He stared at her briefly before nodding in agreement. “I… like being friends with you, too. I’ve never really had a girl for a friend.”

  His blue eyes looked directly into hers, his face serious.

  She smiled. “Will you show me how to do that?” She motioned to his fishing line.

  “Don’t you fish? You said you practically grew up on your Dad’s boat,” Jack continued reeling in the line.

  “I did, but I didn’t do any fishing. It was too icky. I’m a Daddy’s girl… a princess, remember?”