Page 16 of Ever After Between the Lines (Montgomery Ink Legacy)
Chapter Three
“JACK”
I pulled Jane into my arms a little bit tighter, grinning as she nuzzled into me.
She was all smooth curves and soft skin against me.
After she had fallen asleep, nearly passing out from her orgasm, I’d made sure she was comfortable, stripped out of my clothes, and curled around her naked.
I couldn’t help it. I needed to be skin-to-skin.
And after all, this was Jane. This is what we wanted.
I studied her face, the strong lines of her cheekbones, the little tilted uptick of her nose at the end.
She had long lashes, and her makeup was still pristine.
I knew who had done her makeup for tonight and they would have made sure it would stay on, though I knew it might not once we took our shower.
If we got there. Right now, though, I was completely satisfied laying here with Jane in my arms and pretending the rest of the world didn’t exist.
In the morning, we would go about our responsibilities, and we would leave Jack and Jane behind. It was what was needed. Jack and Jane may never meet again, but they would have this evening.
Jane’s eyes opened, and I smiled down at her. “Hello, sleepyhead,” I whispered.
“L—Jack.”
I shook my head and tapped her on the lips in warning. “Are you ready?” I asked, my voice a growl.
Her eyes widened, and she swallowed hard. “Always.” I kissed her hard, delving my tongue against hers. She groaned, raking her nails down my back. I shifted above her and cradled myself between her legs and reached for the condom.
Her eyes widened, and I smiled. “I need to protect you, Jane,” I whispered.
“Oh,” she said, and I kissed her again, before kneeling between her thighs. I rubbed along her clit, along her swollenness, and smiled. “You seem ready for me already. So greedy after two orgasms.”
“I can’t help it when it comes to you, apparently.”
“You can’t help to come when it comes to me,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes. “That was a ridiculous joke.”
“Well, I am ridiculous. Sue me.” She snorted, and I leaned down to kiss her again, before slowly rolling the condom down my length.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
“You need to stop asking me that or I’m going to have to take care of the problem myself,” she said before reaching out, not to touch herself, but instead gripped the base of my cock over the condom. I nearly passed out but told myself I was stronger than that.
Clearly.
I grinned, then positioned myself at her entrance. “I thought I would be a little more suave.”
She squeezed me again. “Let’s see exactly how you can work it, Jack,” she teased, and I winked before I slid inside, deep with one thrust.
She let out a shocked gasp, and I froze.
“Jane?” I asked.
“I’m fine, I just, wow…I was ready, and yet still wow.”
I chuckled, my cock twitching deep inside her. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said.
“If you begin to move, we can call it a compliment,” she said, squeezing her inner walls.
My eyes crossed, and I swallowed hard, before I lowered my head, kissed her again, and began to move.
She wrapped her legs around my hips, and I slowly worked my way in and out of her, nearly shaking and already sweat-slick at just the beginning of our evening.
She moaned, meeting me thrust for thrust, both of us moving like we had done this a thousand times before. But this is Jack and Jane’s first, something that just helped the moment.
I rolled over to my back, needing to see her, and she hovered over me, a smile on the face.
“Jack,” she whispered.
“Jane,” I reached out, cupped her breasts, flicked my thumbs over her nipples. “Dear God, you’re beautiful.”
She trailed her fingers over the ink on my chest and arms, and then through my beard.
“Jack,” she whispered, and that was all she needed to say. She put both hands on either side of my head and rode me, rocking her hips like a seductress, a siren that called my name.
I thrust up into her again, and her eyes went dark, her mouth parted, and she let out a little oh, and then she came.
Her body flushed. Her nipples going even darker, harder.
I followed her, my balls growing tight, and I came, my body shaking.
Both of us were sweat-slick, holding one another, and she collapsed on top of me.
I held her close, sliding my hands down her back.
“Wow,” she whispered.
“Just the beginning,” I muttered.
“I think we’re getting a little too old to call that just the beginning.”
I laughed and slapped her ass. She looked up at me, shocked. “Jack!”
“I think you liked that,” I muttered. “Shut up,” she said, not denying.
“It may take me a little longer than when I was younger, but I still want to try that shower. And maybe that chair.”
“It’s a hotel, who knows who’s had sex in that chair.”
I was still deep inside her, and both of us shuddered, laughing. This is what I had wanted, sex, fantasy, and comfort. Perfection.
“In the shower. After a minute. Let me hold you.”
She smiled softly, her body going liquid, and she lowered herself on to me. And I held her.
My Jane.
At least for the night.