Lit (Wrecked Hearts Series Book 1)

by Gabrielle Gibson

  He felt himself get harder. Great. Another Jessie-inspired boner he’d be jerking off himself later.

  “Whatever, Jack.” Jessie felt her face heat up as his erection grew even more massive and rock solid against her. She tried to squirm away from him. “You’re drunk and being a jerk.”

  Jessie broke away from him and left the room. She grabbed her jacket and keys and slipped out the front door to leave.

  He’d made it clear that he wasn’t interested in her except as friends. Confusing her with dirty talk and that intimidating erection pressed against her was more than she could deal with. She wasn’t sure why he seemed to enjoy teasing her, but she wasn’t going to stick around for it.

  “You’re leaving? Seriously? Oh come on, I was just fucking around,” Jack called after her.

  The door slammed behind her.

  Jack groaned in frustration.

  The mean streak she was bringing out in him was new. He wasn’t sure where the fuck that had come from, but he knew that he was pissed off that she was fucking up his head. Maybe he wanted to punish her for that. Certainly no other girl had ever gotten so much of his time and energy. It was pathetic, really. So fucking gone over a girl he’d never even banged.

  The next morning Jessie looked at her phone and found that Jack had texted her at three o’clock in the morning.

  Jack: I’m a dick.

  She sighed and typed a message back.

  Jessie: Yes, you are. But I know you can’t help it. You’re broken. See you at work.

  OVER THE NEXT FEW WEEKS, Jack and Jessie spent their days working on cases, bouncing ideas off of each other. They worked well together and it showed. It was why Russell kept pairing them up so much, even though Jessie was able to handle most cases on her own now.

  They had somehow fallen into a routine of assuming that they would grab drinks together after work, which usually turned into dinner as well. Sometimes Chris and Zoey joined them, or Nick and Savannah. Rarely, Sean would make an appearance, but he seemed to work a ton of hours.

  Weekends were a little different. Sometimes Jessie went on dates. Then she would only see Jack on Sundays to watch football, at either his or Chris’ house.

  If Jessie didn’t have a date, she would tag along with Zoey and Chris and go out. Jack often joined them. He usually ended up leaving with someone. Either a girl he already knew and had arranged to meet up with, or one he had just met. He didn’t introduce Jessie to any of his girls and she steered clear of him when he was trying to hook up.

  She tried to pretend she didn’t care as she danced her ass off or chatted up some cute guy. But try as she might, she couldn’t stop herself from glancing over now and then. She hated that she felt jealous at all, when Jack clearly couldn’t care less what she did.

  Jessie tried not to think about him, but it seemed hopeless. Every once in a while, when it was late and she was having trouble sleeping, she would slip her hand inside her pajama bottoms and play with herself, imagining Jack touching her, until her pussy was dripping wet. She would lay in bed awake, thinking about what it would be like for Jack to make love to her. Her pussy would literally throb at the thought of it, and when she could make herself come it felt so good.

  Sometimes, though, she wasn’t able to get herself off. Sometimes she just couldn’t get there. It was so frustrating. It was like she needed something else, but she didn’t know what. Well, actually she knew exactly what she needed.

  Jack.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  “HI MOM! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

  Jessie gave her Mom a big hug in the hallway of the hospital. She and her Dad had brought dinner from her mother’s favorite restaurant. A bad car accident had kept her Mom late at work and ruined their birthday dinner plans, so they decided to bring the dinner to her.

  They had set the food up in a small conference room that wasn’t being used by anyone so late in the evening.

  “So what’s going on with your patient?” Jessie asked, taking a bite of her huge salad.

  “Car accident. A young woman, about your age actually. It’s not looking good, I’m afraid. Her little girl was in the car with her, but fortunately she’s going to be fine.”

  JACK FINISHED HIS SECOND WHISKEY.

  “Fuck!”

  The Caps were going down in flames early.

  Chris motioned for the waitress, a cute redhead that had been flirting hard with Jack since they walked in.

  Jack’s phone buzzed. A phone number he didn’t recognize came up on the screen.

  He answered it.

  “Jack Turner.”

  “Hello, Mr. Turner?”

  “Yeah.”

  “My name is Leah, I’m calling from Southern Medical Center in reference to your daughter, Kennedy. I’m afraid there’s been an accident.”

  Jack hesitated. “Sorry, I didn’t quite get that. Can you say that again?”

  The woman on the line repeated herself.

  “Think you’ve got the wrong Jack Turner.”

  The woman confirmed Jack’s address.

  “Yeah, that’s my address, but I don’t have a daughter.”

  Chris looked away from the television and turned toward him.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Turner. I don’t understand. Yours is the name and phone number listed as the emergency contact at the child’s school.”

  “I don’t know anything about that. That doesn’t make any sense.”

  “Do you know Brandy Richards? She’s the child’s mother. I’m afraid she’s critically injured. Your daughter, however, appears to have sustained only minor injuries.”

  “Can you not call her that? She’s not my…” Jack was starting to get irritated.

  He quickly searched his memory for the name, Brandy. The only Brandy he could remember fucking was one of the strippers from his buddy Donnie’s bachelor party. She used to dance at a club downtown. He’d hooked up with her a few times about five years ago.

  He felt his heart sink at the same time his pulse started racing. He had fucked her once without a condom, bent over his kitchen table. He had pulled out though. As drunk as he’d been, he clearly remembered shooting his load all over her amazing ass.

  He was usually very careful but he’d fucked up that night. He got tested every few months and thought he’d dodged the bullet when he came back clean after that little slip up.

  He hadn’t seen her since then and honestly hadn’t give her another thought.

  “Mr. Turner? Are you still there?” The voice on the line sounded concerned.

  “Yeah, I’m here,” Jack answered.

  “Mr. Turner, maybe you could come down here. We can try to straighten this out.”

  “How old is the kid?” Jack asked.

  Chris gave him a funny look.

  “She turned four this past May, Mr. Turner.”

  He supposed it was possible. Not likely, but possible.

  “Okay. I’ll be there soon.” He hung up the phone. “Fuck.” Jack stood up, putting his phone in his pocket.

  “What’s going on? Who was that?” Chris asked.

  “Hospital. Calling to say my kid was in a car accident.”

  Chris looked confused. “You don’t have a kid.”

  “I know, right?” Jack shrugged.

  Find out what happens next in Burned, the continuation of Jack and Jessie’s story, and

  the second book in the Wrecked Hearts Series.

  Thank you for reading LIT. If you enjoyed the story, please consider sharing your thoughts and opinions by leaving an honest review on Amazon.

  Follow me on Facebook—Gabrielle Gibson @ggibsonauthor—to find out when BURNED, the continuation of Jack & Jessie’s story, will be released.

  Please visit my website, ggibsonauthor.com, for more information on my upcoming stories.

  Gabrielle’s Acknowledgements

  Thank you first and foremost to my husband, Bob Gibson. Thank you for supporting my unusual obsession with writing sexy stories and for i
nspiring so much love and passion in my heart and body that it spills over into the lives (and bedrooms) of my characters. I want them all to end up as happy as we are! You are my heart and soul, my lover, my one and only. I love you always and forever.

  A huge thank you to Lauren Jones for the hours of consultation, editing, and fun feedback sessions. Writing Jack & Jessie’s story has been even sweeter for me because I got to share their journey with you as it unfolded.

  Thanks to everyone who supports and encourages me in my dreams, but especially Katie Sheehan, Josette Avery, Nicki Sheehan, and Tiffany Zook. Much love to you all.

  Lauren’s Acknowledgements

  First, the biggest thank you to Gabrielle for creating such vibrant and wonderful characters and for allowing me to go on this journey with you. Thank you for all the fun and entertainment this process has brought us, I’m so excited for the continuation of their stories!

  A big thank you, also, to my husband Felipe. Thank you for being supportive while always being lighthearted and silly about the “sex book”. Your balance of humor and love reminds me to never take myself too seriously. I love you completely!

  Thank you to my family for just being wonderful, and especially to my mom who isn’t allow to read past this page!

  About the Author

  Gabrielle Gibson spends most of her free time writing sexy stories about difficult relationships and the redemption of damaged and dark hearts. She is committed to leading the broken characters that live in her head out of the darkness and into the light. She’s a self-described entertainment junkie with an affinity for 80s music, especially hair metal. She lives in southern Maryland with her sexy rocker husband, Bob, also known as her lover and best friend. He continually inspires her obsession with the alpha male.