God, this was the best he'd ever had. The best he'd ever fucking seen.
"Jack? Oh, God! Oh, Jack…I'm gonna…oh, please don't stop," she begged, her hips working a hard counter-rhythm to what his hand was doing.
Was she going to hit it?
Really?
From just his fingers?
His heart was beating faster, heavier and he was panting almost as much as she was.
Oh, Christ, this was fucking unbelievable.
He lifted his head and watched as his girl came undone under just his hand, squeezing against him, stroking his fingers from inside involuntarily, moaning low and deep, her head thrown back.
Fuck.
He'd never seen anything more beautiful, more mesmerizing than Lacey coming from what he'd done to her, what he'd caused her to feel.
His heart became so full he didn't think he'd ever be able to take a deep breath again as he dropped his head against her belly, loving her so much his heart hurt.
*.*.*.*.*
Ohmigod, to quote the Rickster.
Scorching.
So righteously, wickedly hot.
I'd never, ever, come with a guy, much less with just his fingers for God's sake.
Okay, yeah. It was a religious experience. And because it was a religious experience, you would use God's name, right?
So, sue me.
When my breathing got to some kind of normal, I felt like I should, you know, reciprocate. I mean, we were like naked (or, at least I was) and everything yet he hadn't…uhm, you know.
I raised up on my elbows and panted the words that were in my heart.
"That was, above and beyond, the most awesome thing I've ever felt in my life."
Jack's eyes blazed and I felt his hardness throb against my leg before I pushed him up and back until he was resting on the other arm of Grandma's old couch.
I made short work of the jeans, briefs, socks and shoes until he, too, was completely and totally naked.
Spread out before me.
All that wonderful male flesh, hard and dripping, jutting up, just waiting for me to touch him.
To touch it.
I did. God help me, I did.
With both hands wrapping around that huge velvet covered steel, I touched. I stroked, before realizing there were a lot more places to be touched, not just the most obvious one.
While one hand drifted southward, I squiggled upwards until my mouth was against his.
"Lacey," he moaned, except the moan had a hint of warning to it.
"Yeah, honey," I whispered, moving my mouth southward, dragging my lips along his neck, like he'd done to mine. Using that wet, mouthing touch that had driven me crazy.
"Maybe we shouldn't…"and I heard his gasp and felt his hip thrust in my hands as he lifted.
Oh, yeah. I was on the right track.
"But, Jack? Don't you want this?" I asked on a whisper, as my mouth moved down.
Figuring that his breasts weren't all that different from mine, I used my tongue to bring his nipples to small, stiff points as I continued to stroke and cup elsewhere.
He groaned deeply.
I felt him shift his thigh that had been resting on the edge of the old sofa, budging inward to move between my legs. I couldn't help myself from rubbing my core against it as I dropped a leg over the side, foot to the floor, giving me better leverage.
My weight was on my knees, rubbing myself against his thigh as I stroked him in a firm grip, gently rubbing his balls and breathing like I'd run a four minute mile.
A new thought occurred to me and I rubbed my nipples against his chest, dragging them over his smooth skin. I liked the feel of his chest and knew he liked the feel of mine.
"Fuck me, Lace," he moaned.
"Give me a condom and I would, Jack," I assured him. "I'd do you so hard, honey."
His hips lifted in reply and his eyes began to glow. I felt him seriously begin to move himself in and out of my hands.
"God, Baby," he breathed.
His hand moved to where I'd planted myself against his leg, thrusting as I stroked him. I felt his fingers sink inside me again, as his thumb took up another rhythm, in another place.
Oh, dear God.
He could feel I was turned on just by touching him.
So as he thrusted up into my hand, I ground wetly down against his invading fingers.
I lifted myself from his chest, just enough to see, to watch that glorious body move as I stroked him.
God, it was a blazingly hot sexual vision that met my eyes.
"Lacey, Baby," he pleaded, his hips intently stroking himself within my palm. His leakage, his wetness was helping to lubricate both our movements.
However, I only noticed this with half a brain because his fingers moving within me were destroying me from the inside out.
"God, Jack," I moaned, thrusting against his amazing fingers as I continued to stroke.
I saw him open his eyes and watch what he was doing to me with his hand before shooting his eyes to mine.
"So fucking sexy, Lace," he growled before his head dropped back again and his cock began to pulse, to convulse.
I felt and saw his hips rise as he stopped all movement and groaned long and low.
There were streams that jetted.
There were louder moans that accompanied certain jets.
Then there was an "I love you, Lacey" ground out at the end, when he was shuddering through his climax.
I'll accept the streams and I'll even accept the moans.
But, the other?
It was a moment.
Certain things can get said in the moment.
That doesn't mean a girl has to accept them as truth.
Even if the words skid across her heart to hide, trying to find a safe place to stay.
Chapter 13
There was a vibration in the room, in that soft filtered sunlight of Lacey's apartment as they both eased their breathing, hearts still thrumming. An emotional vibration that couldn't be seen, only felt and definitely not denied.
He had his arms around her as her head pressed against his chest; a chest so filled with feelings he couldn't name them all.
That was absolutely the hottest thing he'd ever done, ever participated in. Sure, he'd had hand jobs because usually those kinds of things had been done with an audience, zero privacy. Done out in a room full of people that looked on casually as a groupie's hand was down the front of a guy's leathers, usually before a show.
Just a little something to take the edge off before they went out on stage, with whichever girl wanted to do the honors of keeping the band calm before the concert started.
Yeah, he'd enjoyed it when it was happening before. If he were to try and put it into words, he'd say it had been like a good back scratch. Relieving in its own way but nothing special when all was said and done.
This time? His time with Lace, in the late afternoon, with just the two of them?
What he'd done to her and what she'd done back to him was exceptional.
Precious and intimate.
So, goddamn, scorching white hot.
Jax rolled his head and saw the time on the clock on her old DVD player.
Crap.
He needed to be thinking about getting to his meeting.
"Lace? Baby?" He hated to leave. But it was court-ordered, so he had to.
He watched as she lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest.
Her eyebrows were raised in question.
"I'm gonna have to go," he said quietly, rubbing his hands on her back, the feel of just her skin under his fingers causing his cock to stir.
"Oh," he heard her say low and soft, except he saw something move in the back of her eyes.
"I don't want to," he said, tightening his arms and reaching to kiss her forehead. "But, it's important."
She disentangled herself from him and sat up, not looking at him, her hair hiding her face. He watched as she began to reach for their clothes, handing him h
is and tugging hers back on.
Something was wrong, he could feel it. The good vibe was gone with something else taking its place.
He pulled his briefs on as he thought of what could be in her head, what she was thinking that would have her pulling away like that.
"Hey," he said gently, reaching for her, settling her into his lap. "Baby, what's wrong? Did I do something?"
She tucked her head against his neck before replying with a soft, "No."
"Then what is it?" His heart was starting to beat faster.
Did she regret what they had done?
Was he supposed to be doing something else, saying something?
"I, uhm, I guess I'd thought we'd get to spend more time together," she admitted almost on a whisper, her breath warm against the skin of his neck and chest.
She was disappointed he wasn't going to be able to stay with her longer?
Oh, Christ that felt good.
Relief shot through his body.
He thought for a moment.
"Okay, how about this? Let's go to Grams' so I can shower and change. Then we'll do my meeting and afterwards we can 'spend time together' as you so sweetly put it," he said, resting his chin on her head. Please say yes, his mind chanted.
"You don't have your truck?" she asked, pulling away to look at him.
"No, baby," he said. "I walked over this morning."
"Then, yeah, Jack," she said. He watched a smile creep slowly across her face. "Give me a couple of minutes to clean up a bit and we can go."
"Awesome," he breathed, leaning down and capturing her mouth with the intention of only giving her a small kiss. Soon, they were at it again, their mouths fused, tongues tangling.
God, he couldn't get enough of her.
They only broke apart when the rumble of Jax's empty stomach made its presence known with a long, low growl, making them both laugh.
"We forgot lunch, honey," she whispered against his lips.
"Can I hit your fridge while you get ready?" he asked back.
She was up and halfway down the hall before he heard her call, "Absolutely!" over her shoulder.
Jax finished getting dressed, found the remains of a partially eaten sandwich and was just finishing when she made her way back into the kitchen.
"Ready?" she asked and he saw that she looked freshly scrubbed with her hair redone.
He reached for her waist and pulled her into him again, their hips just touching.
"God, you're gorgeous," he said, catching a whiff of a light floral fragrance that blended with the clean smell of her skin.
"Not as gorgeous as you." she replied giggling. "Even the press would agree."
Jax knew that wasn't true because beauty, real beauty, was on the inside. His insides weren't anywhere near the perfection of Lacey; of this stunning girl he was lucky to have in his arms.
He smiled back and glanced at the microwave for the time. "Okay, let's hit it."
*.*.*.*.*
"Grams?" he called, as soon as he and Lace stepped through the backdoor of the old farmhouse.
"In here, Hot Stuff," he heard her say from the depths of the living room. He grabbed Lacey's hand and dragging her behind him, went in search of his grandmother.
"Oh, hey, Lacey," she said putting the e-reader down.
"Hello, Ms. Dennison," Lacey greeted.
"Is it okay if she hangs out with you while I get ready for my meeting?" Jax asked. He saw Grams' smile grow from something simple to an out and out beam.
"Sure," the older woman said with a nod. She patted the sofa. "Come sit next to me and I'll tell you all of Jax's dirty little secrets."
"Not cool, Grams," he said, feeling the heat in his face. That is, until he caught the wink the old woman directed his way.
"Daylight's burning," Gram reminded him. "Don't you have something to do, some place to be?"
He quickly ran upstairs and raced through his shower, praying the old woman wouldn't put her foot in it. He loved her dearly yet sometimes he didn't think she realized the weight of her words, of how things sounded to others when they came out of her mouth. He recognized he might be scared that she'd say something to ruin whatever it was that was building between him and his girl.
His special, special girl.
Pausing in the middle of brushing his long hair and putting it back in a ponytail, he sent up another fervent prayer.
Please, let me be worthy.
Please don't let me fuck this up.
*.*.*.*.*
They were back on the road and Jax was providing directions to the old church where his NA/AA meeting was held.
"That thing with your mom this morning," he started. "Does that happen often?"
"No," Lacey drawled. "But, since Grandma died and I inherited everything, I suspect she'll be coming around more often."
"Why's that?" he asked. Lacey's mom reminded him of so many of the groupies, the gals that hung around the band especially when Wynter's Vicious hit it big with their first number one album, 'Tasty and Ticklish'. In spite of being a few years older, her clothes, the hair and makeup announced her as one of 'those'.
"Grandma left me everything. Cut my mom completely off. We've never had a good relationship and I think it's about to get even worse," she explained. "When I said my childhood was dicey, I was, ah, soft pedaling it a bit."
"I kind of got that," he murmured as they pulled into the parking lot dotted here and there with cars. "You want to come in with me?"
Lacey shut off the car and looked around. "What kind of meeting is it? Is this like a religious thing?"
Jax leaned over the console and pulled her hand towards him with a soft tug.
"No. I mean, kind of. They talk about God but, no, it's not a church thing. It's my NA/AA meeting," he said mildly, kissing her gently.
"NA/AA?" she asked when they pulled apart a bit.
"Narcotics Anonymous and Alcoholics Anonymous. As part of my probation, the judge said I have to attend a meeting every day," he explained in between the soft kisses she was letting him plant on her lips and neck.
"Oh," she said. He could tell she'd lost interest in the subject as her mouth began to participate in the heat he was generating.
"I need to go inside," he mumbled against her lips. "Can you pick me up in an hour, hour and a half?"
"Yeah, honey," she breathed. "I'll, uhm, pick us up some dinner or something."
"And, condoms, baby. Don't forget the condoms," he said, his hand on the door handle. "Please, whatever you do…"
"Don't forget the condoms," she finished for him, with a giggle. "Got it."
He opened the car door before he turned back for one last touch of her lips.
"Later, Lace," he said as he pulled away.
"See you, Jack," she murmured back, her eyes unfocused and lips swollen from the onslaught of his mouth. He fucking loved that look on her.
He felt her eyes on him as he walked across the parking lot, shoving his hands in his pockets before turning around and walking backwards wearing an ear to ear grin.
Neither one of them saw Boots watching from a far corner of the asphalt before the older man crushed out his cigarette and began to make his own way inside the building. Frowning the whole way.
*.*.*.*.*
I decided to hit the big grocery store and made my way to the newer portion of Auburn which was up and over the hill from our side of town. I was mentally trying to prepare a grocery list and debating if we should just do the fast food thing tonight and I'd make him an awesome breakfast in the morning.
Wait. He was going to spend the night, right? We hadn't discussed it and I didn't want to assume yet if I had my way, he'd still be there tomorrow morning. With me. In my bed tomorrow morning.
"He's a good boy, Lacey," his Grams had said when Jack had been upstairs getting ready. "He just needs TLC and he'll be alright." The older woman had seemed to start a conversation in the middle of whatever she'd been thinking and I, at first, had been a little lost.<
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"The stuff those boys went through, the life they lived…" she'd said shaking her head. "I guess we're lucky Jax is coming out of it better and faster than any of us thought he would."
While the woman hadn't expounded on what she meant, I got the gist of it. I think there was a lot more story behind just her words. To tell the truth, I wasn't sure I wanted to know all the words to that particular tale at this particular time.
I grabbed one of the little handheld baskets and went to the back of the store. Eggs and milk. Sausage or bacon? Both, I decided. Biscuits, which I could probably make myself, except I'd really rather not. I was taking tomorrow off and wanted to have two whole days of no batter if I could help it. I hit the fresh fruit/veg aisle and began to scope out things for a fruit salad.
One last stop before checking out.
Pharmacy aisle.
Condoms.
Oh, crap. They were in a display case. By 'they' I mean six across and four down in a glass-fronted case all on their own. Different brands, types and, oh my pink grapefruit, sizes.
I felt myself begin to sweat.
You know in movies how they show younger guys at the Pharmacy counter trying to stealthily buy condoms? How nervous they are? How embarrassing it is for them?
I'm here to testify, it's not so different for a girl to buy them either.
"You can get a box of three, twelve or a carton," the older gal behind the counter said.
"Er…twelve," I said hesitantly, unsure.
"What size again?" she asked, unlocking the display case. Her eyes shot to mine when I didn't answer right away.
I coughed to try and give myself more time to think. I mean, I'd seen it and I'd touched it but how did I know how Jax's "it" compared against the measureable, masculine portion of the general populace?
"Large?" I thought I said, yet even I could hear the question in my voice.
She put the box on the counter and rang it up. I didn't know that you could pay for them here and avoid the double shame of having them move on the belt of the checkout. With my luck, they probably would've even had to run a price check on them.
Just as I was making my way back to my car, I got a call from Ricki.
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