“Fuck, Jessie your pussy feels so good. I can’t get enough of you,” Jack said between shaky breaths. “I want to feel you come again.”
He reached his hand around to rub her clit as he pounded into her, not stopping until she came, screaming into the pillow. Her pussy clenched even tighter around him and he was right behind her, pulling his cock out of her and pumping it in his hand, grunting as he came hard, all over her.
“Yeah… fuck Jessie… goddammit… so fucking good,” Jack whispered.
He watched his cum dripping down her perfect skin as he jerked the last drop out of himself. Now that was the money shot. That image would be burned into his mind forever. When he was finally done he pressed her down onto the bed and collapsed next to her.
“Christ, that good-girl pussy of yours is unfuckingbelievable, Jessie. So fucking tight… it felt like you’d never really been fucked before.”
He sighed and laid his head back on the pillow.
Jessie giggled. “Good-girl pussy? God, Jack… that dirty mouth!”
He smirked. “You know you like it. The dirtier I talk the wetter that little pussy gets.”
Jessie smiled shyly. “I guess I do like it… it makes me feel… naughty,” she admitted, running her fingers softly across his chest.
After a minute he got up.
“I’ll get a towel,” he said, his voice low.
He came back from the bathroom with a towel and gently wiped his cum off of her. Then he resumed their spooning position.
“You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?” Jack asked.
“A little, but it felt so good at the same time. You’re just so big. Will I ever get used to it?” Jessie asked, sleepy again.
Jack laughed softly and reached over her to turn off the light.
“I hope not, princess.”
WHEN JACK WOKE UP IN the morning, light was peeking into the room from the sides of the window that was covered with heavy, dark curtains. He lay on his back, with Jessie curled around him, her head on his chest and her arm draped over his stomach. She looked happy, even in her sleep.
He thought about the night before.
Wow.
The sex had been out of this world. Literally the most intense sexual experience of his life. How was that possible? He’d been with so many women who had perfected techniques, tricks, ways of pleasuring a man that Jessie hadn’t even imagined yet.
But still… her body had been so responsive to him, so eager and ready. It was as if her body had been made specifically for him to play with… they connected so perfectly with each other. Her responses had been totally authentic. She wasn’t putting on a rehearsed show for him. She had let herself go completely and it had been so fucking hot.
He had never had sex with anyone he cared so much about. He had never felt so emotionally connected to anyone before. Was that what had made the sex so fucking unbelievable? Watching Jessie get off had been the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
There was no doubt he cared about this sweet girl. More than he had ever thought he was capable of. She was special, for sure. Not like the meaningless one-night stands that he so often indulged in.
But would she expect a Chris and Zoey kind of relationship now? He was pretty sure she would.
It had seemed so right and easy and perfect last night when he was touching her and inside of her, but what the hell did he know about being in a relationship with a girl like Jessie? He would probably fuck the whole thing up. Jessie was going to want a lot more than sex. He wasn’t at all sure he could make her happy. In fact, he was pretty sure he didn’t have a chance in hell of even coming close.
Hadn’t Tara had always complained about his shortcomings?
He hadn’t given her the attention she needed. He was insensitive, he hadn’t shown her enough affection. He was always eyeing other women. He never gave her any compliments. He wasn’t sure if there was anything Tara had actually liked about him, except for the way he fucked her.
If he was honest with himself he didn’t really want to be in a relationship. He would only be doing it to try and make Jessie happy, and it probably wouldn’t work out anyway.
She would be better off with someone else. Jessie was the kind of girl who would want to get married eventually, and have kids. He had no interest in any of that, and caring about this girl wasn’t going to change that.
Fuck. This had been a mistake. He should have left her alone.
He sighed, a heavy weight of guilt building on his shoulders. He knew what he was about to do to her was unforgivable, but in the long run it would be better. For her.
He slid away from her, got up and used the bathroom. He moved quietly in the room, pulling his clothes on.
He needed to get the fuck out of there. All of his instincts were telling him to get out.
He was just about to open the door when Jessie woke up.
She stretched and yawned and sat up. She looked adorable and sexy, her blonde hair messy, her skin tanned and golden against the white sheets.
He froze.
“Hey,” she smiled shyly, “Where are you sneaking off to?”
He hesitated.
“I have to go.”
He didn’t look at her.
The smile slowly left her face.
“Why?”
He didn’t answer her. She knew something was wrong. He wasn’t the same person that had whispered all of those un-Jack-like things in her ear and made love to her last night.
“Jack? Is everything okay?”
He still didn’t answer her or look at her.
“Jack, I don’t understand,” she said softly. “Did I do something wrong?”
He glanced at her and looked away quickly, shaking his head as the guilt tore through him. That uncertain and hurt look in her eyes was almost too much for him.
“No,” he said, his voice low. “This isn’t going to work, Jessie. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here last night. This was a mistake.”
“But last night you said…” Jessie’s voice shook as she fought back the tears that were threatening to spill over. Her heart sank.
“I know. And I meant everything, Jessie. I… I do care about you. But I can’t be what you want. I don’t want to make you promises that I won’t keep. I won’t be able to play the faithful boyfriend. Eventually I’ll be screwing around and I’ll hurt you, Jessie. You deserve better than that. Better than anything I could ever give you.”
He opened the door without looking at her and walked out, closing it behind him.
Jessie sucked in her breath, the pain ripping through her heart as she wondered what had just happened. Tears stung her eyes as she sat in the bed alone, stunned by his behavior and totally confused.
JACK TOOK A HOT SHOWER and tried to get his head on straight. It was better this way. She would get over this and be okay.
Please be okay.
His heart felt heavy with remorse. Guilt. Regret.
What had he been thinking last night? That a no-good piece of shit like him could ever deserve an amazing girl like Jessie? That he could ever make her happy?
He hadn’t lied to her. He had told her she was more to him than the other girls he hooked up with and she was. She was one of his closest friends. He had feelings for her. But having feelings for her wasn’t enough to make him capable of being in a relationship with her.
The events of the night before played though his head and he sighed, a sick feeling knotting his stomach. He was such a bastard. He didn’t deserve what she had given him last night. He should never have touched her.
He couldn’t be with her. He would only end up hurting her worse down the line.
And that wasn’t all. He wasn’t comfortable with the way she made him feel. He didn’t want to feel so much for anyone. She was making him soft. It made him feel weak and vulnerable. He wasn’t either and had no intention of becoming that way. Not for any woman.
Not even for Jessie.
JESSIE TOOK A SHOWER, HER stoma
ch in knots as she tried to figure out what she had done wrong.
Last night had been so beautiful and perfect. At least, she had thought so. The best, happiest and most erotic night of her life. She had never seen Jack like that. So caring and gentle, sweet to her. The things he had said to her and the closeness they had shared had made her fall even more in love with him.
And the sex. It had been amazing. Jessie had never experienced anything like that before. He had done things to her body that she had never even dreamed of. Made her come harder than she thought was possible. It had made her feel so much closer to him, getting to experience the one thing that they hadn’t shared yet.
Letting Jack see her that way had been difficult. She was so shy about that kind of thing and knowing that he had been with so many women that probably knew how to turn him inside out had made her feel even more insecure. But Jack had managed to get her past that. He had helped her to let go and she had trusted him.
He had acted so coldly toward her when he left this morning. He wouldn’t even look at her. She was totally baffled. She had gone to sleep so happy, wrapped in his arms after the incredible things he had done to her body and the sweet things he had said to her. This morning he had changed into a different person.
Or had he just changed back to himself?
Chapter Sixteen
JESSIE HADN’T HEARD FROM JACK.
She wasn’t scheduled to work at the club that night, so she had gone to lunch with Amber, hoping to get some more information.
Amber had told her last night that she had done a private show for one of Sasha’s regular customers not long before her disappearance, but she hadn’t given her many details about it.
Now, Jessie asked again about the night she and Sasha did a private party for Isaac Moss. His house in Mt. Charleston, Amber said, was in the woods and was secluded and creepy. Although they were accustomed to strange requests from clients, his had gone in a darker direction than most.
He had asked them to role play a girl-on-girl fight that would turn into Amber violently ripping off Sasha’s clothes and “forcing” herself on her as Sasha pretended to cry and fight her off.
They had gone along with his weird request because he had offered them a large amount of money to do it. He sat on the couch and masturbated to the scene in front of him, climaxing loudly as Sasha finally “gave in” to Amber’s forced intimacy and succumbed with pleasure.
Amber said that as they played out the scene, Isaac had called things out to them as he pumped his cock in his hand. Things like “yeah Sasha, that’s what you get you dirty slut” and “don’t pretend you don’t like it… you know you’re getting off on this like the little whore you are.”
She told Jessie that after they had left they had both felt rather disturbed by the whole scene, but had just laughed it off and made jokes about how sick Isaac Moss was.
When Amber went to the ladies’ room, Jessie quickly searched the GPS app history on the girl’s cell phone, which she had left sitting on the table. Jessie memorized the one and only address she found for Mt. Charleston.
Jessie decided to drive out there and take a look. According to the GPS directions, it was located about an hour or so off the Las Vegas strip.
It was a long shot, but the only lead she had.
She sent Jack a text.
Jessie: Got some information about Isaac Moss. Going to go check it out.
He didn’t text her back, which she thought was strange. Jack always texted back when it was about work.
He didn’t even ask her where she was going, and he was usually obsessive about her safety. She tried not to feel hurt as she drove toward Mt. Charleston.
Jessie parked a quarter of a mile away and then stealthily made her way toward the house set so far into the woods it couldn’t be seen.
A narrow, gravel road cut through the thick trees, but Jessie stayed hidden off to the side. It was chillier at this elevation than on the strip in Vegas. In fact, there were some patches of still-melting snow that Jessie avoided crunching into as she made her way closer to her destination.
The house came into view and she squatted behind a cluster of brush and peered curiously at the large, dark brown, shuttered house.
Old, crumbling brick and rusty wrought iron gates around it gave it an ominous appearance. The home was large but not particularly well cared for. Parts of the roof sagged and the gutter that ran along the edges of the roof was broken in places, hanging perilously off the ledge.
Jessie tensed as she heard a vehicle approaching. She ducked down behind a low brick bench and watched an old, dusty brown truck pull into the long driveway. It parked next to a small, dark-colored sedan.
A man who she assumed was Isaac Moss got out of the truck, wearing dirty jeans and a plaid flannel work shirt. His dark, greasy hair was parted on the side and fell slightly over one eye. He wore thick glasses and walked with a slight limp.
He walked to the front door and Jessie heard it slam shut behind him. Keeping a sharp eye out for any additional movement, she moved closer, slipping around to the side of the house.
A small basement window covered with shrubbery caught Jessie’s eye. She moved quickly and silently and sunk to her knees to investigate. The window was cloudy with an indeterminate number of years’ worth of grime. Even after rubbing a circle with her hand she could see nothing but darkness when she pressed her face against it.
She heard something coming from inside. Movement.
Was that a whimper? She could barely make out the sound. A light thumping, maybe?
Maybe it was just her imagination.
Jessie felt her heart start racing as adrenaline pumped through her body.
Had Isaac Moss taken Sasha so he could live out his sick kidnapping fantasy?
She turned to make her way back to the main road and her car, but the sound of footsteps crunching in gravel made her stop. She held her breath and pressed her back against the cold brick. Every part of her body was on high alert, ready to react.
She heard a car door open and then slam. An engine turned over and then the sound of tires crunching gravel. She stood completely still until she heard the car getting further and further away.
Had that been Isaac Moss leaving? She had no way of knowing for sure. She slipped back around to the front of the house and peered through the brush. The dusty brown truck was still parked in the driveway.
Her instincts were telling her that Sasha was here. In the basement. But she had no proof of that. And it was too dangerous to move on this alone. She needed Jack.
She hated to leave. If Sasha was inside who knew what condition she was in. But she couldn’t risk it. Too many unknowns. Jack would lose his shit if she tried to fly solo on this. Not to mention the consequences if she turned out to be wrong.
She made her way back to the car as quickly and quietly as she could and started the drive back to the strip.
She tried Jack on his cell, but no answer. Damn.
Even if he was freaking out about last night, that was no excuse for him to drop the ball on work stuff. This was serious shit. He shouldn’t be letting their personal situation get in the way of the case. She fumed a little as she navigated the winding roads.
She broke her no texting and driving rule and tapped out a quick one to Jack, letting him know she had found something and was on her way to him.
JACK SIGHED AS HE PULLED on a pair of jeans.
The girl he’d picked up that afternoon was still in the shower in his hotel bathroom.
He had wanted to be with somebody else right away. He needed to forget. Needed to distance himself from the sweetness he didn’t deserve.
He’d had no business going to Jessie’s room last night. No right to take from her what she would never have given if she had known this was how it would end.
He had thought being with someone else would help make the night before with Jessie mean less. He wanted the memory of his night with Jessie gone… her softness, her sw
eetness, her scent, her taste, those big blue eyes looking up at him like she trusted him with her life.
Problem was, it wasn’t working. At all.
All he felt right now was guilt. A sick regret twisting through his insides like a sharp blade.
He didn’t deserve Jessie and this proved it. He was no good. Just a fucking animal that she should stay far, far away from.
He went into the sitting room area. He picked up his phone. He read a text message from Jessie.
Jessie: Found something. Be there soon.
She had texted well over an hour ago.
Jack ran his hand through his hair and started to text her back, to tell her he would come to her room.
There was a knock on the door.
Fuck.
He was too late.
He opened the door halfway, looking out into the hall.
Jessie looked cute and sweet and very girl-next-door in a short blue skirt and white top, her hair braided. Immediately a flashback from the night before went through his head… images of Jessie, naked, his hands all over her delicate body, her breath against his skin, his cock pressed deep inside of her, his face buried in between her legs. He swallowed hard.
“Hey,” she said softly, looking up at him a little uncertainly. “I… I think we need to… talk about last night… later… but right now we need to go. I found something. It’s Isaac Moss… I think I know where he…”
Jessie froze, her eyes looking past Jack as a tall, dark-haired girl came out of the bathroom in her bra and panties, her hair wet from the shower.
“Is she here to play with us?” the girl asked, smiling.
Jessie felt like she’d been punched in the stomach. She looked at Jack and then looked down quickly to the floor, but not before he saw the shattered look on her face.
He had never felt as torn up about anything he’d done in his life as he did in that moment, seeing how badly he hurt her. He kept his face steady, giving nothing away, but he was wrecked inside.
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