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JACK

I SEE YOU

“ Y ou wanna get out of here?”

Standing between my legs, so fucking close, so warm and fragrant, I fight the urge to lean forward and kiss her.

I don’t really know why I fight it; she’s single, I’m single. We’re two consenting adults.

I guess my hesitance is simply because I don’t want her to ever think that when I kiss her, it has anything to do with Steph.

Bambie isn’t Stephanie, I know that.

I’m not trying to meld the two.

They couldn’t be any more different if they tried. But either way, us standing close in my office, talking about Steph, surrounded by photos of Steph, is not the right time to kiss her.

“Out of here?” Her big blue eyes hold mine.

Nodding, I smile at her missing nose ring. She’s in school teacher mode. Still in her suit skirt and silky top. “Yeah, we could go for a drive. Or go back up to the lookout.”

Our lookout.

Our spot.

“I can’t.”

Frowning, disappointment crushes me. “Why not?”

“I have to go home. It’s my brother’s birthday today.”

Well, that’s not so bad. I smile at the thought of those assholes; at the beating they’ll want to deliver when they find out I’m crushing on their baby sister. “Alex or Scotch?”

“Scotch.”

“What’s his real name?”

She smiles playfully. “If he hasn’t told you yet, then it’s not my secret to tell.”

“You know though, right?”

“Of course I know!” She laughs. “He’s my brother.”

“So why’s it a secret?”

She shrugs. “I think he just likes to mess with everyone. It’s just a regular name, nothing special. But I’m not going to burst his bubble, sorry.”

I take her hand in mine and smile as her breathing comes to a screeching halt. I look at her fingers, her neat nails painted black. My large hand dwarves her narrow wrist as I play with the silver bracelet with dangling charms. “Come over tonight, Bambie. After his party or whatever you’re doing.”

“Come to your house?”

“Yeah. Just to hang out, I promise.”

She thinks about it. She watches me for a long minute, and I try to squash the ego boost I get each time her eyes flick down to my bare chest. “Just to hang out?”

Nodding victoriously, I grin. “I swear.”

Ten minutes later, Annie and I walk her to her car out front. I stand in the sun and watch her drive away, then turn back inside as Annie follows me back into the artificial light.

Our gym is usually a hive of noise; guys and girls beating the shit out of bags, or each other, or themselves, but today, everyone stands in silence. They watch me with eager eyes, and I hate that they actually make me blush.

I’m a fucking man. I’m a fighter. I don’t remember the last time I blushed, but dammit, they force the warmth to my face.

Jimmy’s beaming smile is the biggest, the brightest, though everyone in this gym with the last name Kincaid mocks me. “So…” Jim whistles obnoxiously. “I guess she just wouldn’t get, huh?”

“Shut up.”

Kit moves forward with a stupid grin on her face. Stopping in my way, she threads her arms around my hips and lays her face on my chest. “I love you, Jack. I like seeing you smile.”

Stop smiling! Stop smiling, asshole !

Pasting on my best scowl, I unwrap her arms and push her toward her husband. “Shut the hell up.”

“I think she’s cute,” Aiden ponders quietly. He’s not even teasing. Aiden rarely teases. He legitimately thinks she’s cute, so now I want to punch him in the throat.

I blow past him and a snickering Evie. “Nobody asked you, jerk.”

“No need to be so salty,” Bobby argues playfully. “Let’s get back in the ring. I’ll beat the salt out of you. Remind you why my giving up the belt to your pansy ass was a waste.”

I look at all the kids in the room and swallow down what I really want to say. I want to bitch his ass out, then I wanna call him a motherfucker.

Instead, I glare. “You gave it up to the right guy, jerkoff.”

“Fight me for it.”

“Not today.”

“Scaredy cat.”

I stop and turn. Glaring at his smug face and imagining rushing forward to beat the snot out of him, I flip the bird and keep walking back to my office.

I’m not actually mad about anything.

Mostly, I just want to stop blushing before they notice and never let me live it down.

I just want to crush on a girl and be happy about it in peace.

Is that so much to ask?

Hours later, lying in bed in fresh sweatpants and a Rollin tank, I watch the clock and curse it for every minute that passes.

It’s almost ten, so maybe that means she’s not coming.

She knows where I live, but I never got her number, so I can’t even check in to make sure she’s okay.

In all this time, I never asked for her number – because I’m a dumbass – but despite my disappointment, I still find myself smiling and thinking of her.

When she smiles, she makes me feel good. When she smirks, she makes me feel naughty. When she’s dressed up as nightclub Bambie, she makes me feel horny. And when she’s dressed down as a schoolteacher, well, I’m still horny, but then I’m thinking up role play scenarios with slapping rulers and bending her over desks.

Looking down at my vibrating phone, I frown at the unknown number trying to get my attention. The babies are asleep, the house is wound down.

I’m not answering.

Swiping a finger across the red button, I throw the cell down and go back to watching the clock.

Even without being on the pro fighting circuit for the last year, I still get calls and texts from randoms that somehow got my number.

The calls come a hell of a lot less than they used to, but still, a few times a week.

My phone lights up a second time. It flashes and vibrates and demands my attention the way Bambie does, but it’s not her, it can’t be her, and she’s the only person I want to speak to, so I don’t answer.

Lifting her head with a scowl, Annie glares and huffs like it was a kick to the head and not a vibrating phone that woke her.

“It’s not my fault! Some women are thirsty, but you’re the only girl for me.”

Snorting, she lays her head back down and twitches her ears in a way that I just know she’s calling me a fucking ass. Ignoring her, I glance down when my phone vibrates with a message.

Unknown: Answer your phone, dumbass!

Scrambling – and smiling like a thirsty fucking idiot – I swipe my thumb across the screen, redial, and hope she’s not redialing, too. I don’t want to hit a busy signal.

“Yeah?”

“Bambie?”

Laughing softly, the sound of her in my ear sends arrows of pleasure ping-ponging through my body. It just can’t decide whether it should settle in my heart or my dick.

“Yeah, it’s me. Didn’t think you were gonna take my call.”

“I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t know you had my number.”

“You gave it to me!”

“Well, yeah, but you gave it back.”

Laughing again, her breath comes short, like maybe she’s climbing stairs. “You gave me your number and told me to call you if I needed a bailout.”

Shooting up from my bed, I rush to the far wall and grab my shoes. “You need bailing, Bambie? I can be there in five.”

Rustling trees and heavy breath move through the phone. “Actually, I kinda do. But I need it right this second. I think I’m about to break my neck. ”

Fuck. Fuck! “I’ll leave now. Give me a few minutes.”

“Ah, no, actually. Just look out your window. Imma need your help before I fall.”

“What?” Sprinting to my window, I rip it up and grit my teeth at the squeak it emits. The kids are asleep, and Emma wakes when a leaf falls on the ground… A hundred miles away.

Bambie laughs. “Well, I really hope yours is the room at the front of Kit’s house. The lights are on, but I guess that could mean anything. But then again, Bobby’s hot, so… Wait. Which window is Aiden’s?”

Poking my head out of my window, I come face to face with a smiling Bambie and almost wet my pants with fright.

“Surprise.”

“Jesus!” Tossing my phone to the bed, I lean over the windowsill and take her under the arms. Pulling her through, I hold her against my chest and close the window again – silently. My girly squeak probably woke all of the kids. “You scared the piss out of me, Bambie.”

Laughing, she pulls away and begins toeing off her high-tops. “You said I could come over, right?”

Nodding, I look her up and down and enjoy her almost nightclub look. Sexy makeup, smudged eyes, pouty lips that beg to be nibbled on. Tiny little cutoffs that remind me of the leather shorts from the club, and a black sequined tank top that covers more skin than the top she wore that time.

Standing just a few feet away, she looks utterly at home, but totally out of place at the same time.

I can’t help myself.

I couldn’t stop my movements if I wanted to.

Stepping forward, I pull her face against my chest and draw my first easy breath since I saw her in the gym – I just want a damn hug – and when her arms wrap around my waist and she lets out a content sigh that I know ends in a smile, I press a kiss to her hair and close my eyes.

I feel all better.

“Yeah.” I breathe in the strawberry scent from the warm spot behind her ear. “I said you should come over. But I sure as hell didn’t expect you to come through the window.”

“The main lights were out.” Her hot breath bathes my chest. “I didn’t want to wake anyone up.”

“How’d you get past the gates? I didn’t get an alert that they were opened.”

“I climbed them. ”

Chuckling, I inhale and pull her scent in so deep, I feel it in my toes. “You could’ve just called and asked me to let you in.”

“I dunno, I thought this way was better. More poetic. I never got to climb a garden trellis for a boy before. It was like an adventure.”

“You could’ve broken your neck.”

She snorts. “You’re telling me! I almost did.”

“It should be me climbing to get to you, not you climbing for me. I’m the man. It’s my job.”

She tsks playfully. “Times have changed, Jack. Girls are allowed to climb trees, too. It’s the feminists. They changed everything.”

I laugh and press another kiss to her hair. We’re not even… anything . But fucked if I can stop.

“You’re glad I’m here, right?”

I nod and squeeze her tight. “So glad. How was the party?”

Stepping away too soon, she backs up and leaves me with a scowl, but then she sits on the edge of my bed and taps the mattress.

Fuck scowling, now I’m smiling like a fifteen-year-old virgin.

Sitting down beside her, I shuffle closer – closer, closer – until I’m almost sitting on her. When that doesn’t feel quite right, I lie down on my side and pull her in to be my little spoon.

So much fucking better.

Laughing, she pulls my arm over her body and tucks my hand between hers and her chest. Sighing with contentment, she folds her legs around mine until we touch from foot to head.

“It wasn’t actually a party,” she murmurs. “It was just us and the guys. And cake.”

“Which guys?”

Her legs tangled with mine have me cursing my stupid fucking sweats. What felt like a good idea an hour ago, now means I miss out on the feel of her bare legs against mine.

“The guys. The band. Luc, Marc, and Ang. And X’s friend, too. Oz.”

“Oz?”

“Oscar.”

Nodding, I bury my face in the back of her neck. “That’s cool. Did you have a nice time?”

“Uh-huh. I even brought you cake.”

“Yeah?” Smiling, I close my eyes and breathe her in. “Where is it?”

“I ate it,” she snickers. “I needed the extra energy for climbing gates and houses. ”

“That’s alright,” I laugh. “I probably shouldn’t eat cake, anyway. I’m on a diet.”

Turning in my arms, she stops with her nose barely half an inch from mine, and a deep frown puckering her face.

I can literally taste the chocolate on her breath.

“Why shouldn’t you eat cake? You work out way too much not to enjoy a little sugar. I guarantee you work out more than me, and I ate yours and mine.”

Running my eyes along her narrow body – slim hips, tight belly, muscular thighs – her claim that she never works out doesn’t ring true. “I have a fight coming up. Kit makes me eat proper protein and shit.”

“Are you ever scared when fighting?”

“Nah.” I bring my thumb up to stroke the bridge of her nose. “I’ve never been scared. It’s a rush. It’s a hell of a lot of fun.”

“ Never? Not even when the other guy has teardrop tattoos and looks like he’s going to kill you?”

I laugh. “I’ve never actually fought a guy with face tats.” I pause. “Well, there was the one guy, but no teardrops. And he was actually really cool. We had a beer a few days after the fight.”

She shakes her head with disbelief. “You beat on each other, then you’re buddies. I swear, as soon as anyone stood toe to toe with me, I’d run so damn fast. I’d push grannies down if it helped. No shame.”

I laugh. “I bet that’s not true.”

“You think so?” She pushes her nose back up until my thumb restarts the long, gentle stroke that has her eyes fluttering shut. “My makeup is like war paint. It makes me feel badass, but inside, I’m actually a big ol’ wuss.”

“I bet you’d fight anyone who threatened your family.”

“Yeah,” she smiles. “I would. And guys that kick me into the street in the middle of the night and call me a whore.”

Dropping my head in shame, I close my eyes and rest my forehead against hers. “I’m so fucking sorry about that. You have no clue how sorry I am about that.”

“Hey.” Giggling, she pulls my hand away from her face. “I’m kidding. Seriously. I’m just messing with you. You seriously need to relax. We all make mistakes.”

Lying in the silence, I study her electric blue eyes and taste the cake that was supposed to be mine. She said she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, but I find my hand squeezing her hip, anyway. She wasn’t looking for anything more than a hangout, but my lips tingle to taste hers .

I caught the feels for this chick. Like a hurricane that hit land, I caught the feels so damn hard it makes my stomach flutter.

I’m disgusted with myself, but it feels so good, I don’t even care.

Before I get the chance to ask what she’s thinking, she mirrors my moves and brings her hand up to stroke a thumb along the calcified bone on the bridge of my nose. “What happened here?”

My fingers play with the hem of her top. “Broken nose.”

“How?”

“Which time?”

Tucking her legs between mine, she moves closer and watches me with wide eyes. “How many times?”

I laugh. “I don’t even know anymore. A few.”

“During your professional career?”

“Ha, no! Every single time was from my brothers, and all but two were outside the gym. Jim already told you; I don’t get hurt in the octagon.”

Bringing her bottom lip between her teeth, she draws my gaze… and builds my hunger.

Please, God. Give them to me.

“Do you often fight your brothers for fun?”

I shake my head seriously. “It’s never for fun, Bambie. Usually it’s a pivotal point in our life. Bad blood that’ll only be resolved with fists.” I’m mostly joking. “Jim was the first to break my nose, though that time was an accident. He meant to hit Jon, which he did that, too. He broke two noses that day. The asshole.”

Smiling softly, she drags my gaze back to her lips. “You guys are crazy.”

I shrug, and luxuriate in the feel of her lean limbs under my hands. I slide a hand along her ribs, over her hips, over her thighs. I don’t even care that we’re only friends; my hands slide over the curve of her ass, anyway.

“It was his wedding day. He got a free pass.”

“Jack?”

My eyes flick back to hers. “Mmm?”

“You can kiss me…” She shrugs. “Ya know, if you wanna.”

My eyes drop back to her plump lips. “Yeah?”

She nods. “I mean, I climbed a fence and a house for you. I already showed my cards; I kinda like you.”

Kneading her ass, I lean closer with a smile. “I kinda like you too, Bambie.”

She laughs softly. “I feel like we’re in high school. Like a couple nervous teenagers. This is a different Jack than the guy who fucked me against a door.”

I lean in and begin nibbling on her fragrant neck. “Same guy. Same tricks. But I promise not to be an asshole in the morning.” The soft, appreciative vibrations that move up her throat spur me on.

Shifting over her, I separate her legs to make room for mine, place my arms on either side of her head, and continue nibbling along her throat.

Sighing, she stretches her neck to make room, and wraps her legs around my hips to allow me to get closer.

The warmth between her legs presses against my cock; even through sweat pants, boxers, and her shorts.

Is she wearing panties?

Tracing my shoulders with soft hands, my traps, my pecs, her nails slide along the fabric of my shirt and leave me shivering.

I’m a man. I don’t shiver, and I don’t blush, but Britt somehow has me doing both.

Cupping my face and forcing my lips from her neck, her eyes bore into mine as she pulls me forward. I watch her, study her, stare at her until the very last second, then our lips touch and my eyes slam closed.

Groaning, my gentle hands tighten. Her tongue comes out to slide along my bottom lip, and in an instant, she almost unmans me.

Sliding a hand along her ribs, skimming over the side of her breasts and down over the flat of her stomach, I peel her top up to her chin.

I want to feel her skin on mine.

I didn’t even know how much I missed it till now. I missed it.

I missed her .

Reaching back and pulling my shirt up, I make space between our lips only long enough to rid myself of my shirt and toss it to the floor. With her eyes stopping on my chest, her breath comes fast as she studies me, as mesmerized with me as I am with her.

That ink I saw glimpses of at the club winks at me, a garden that almost looks alive. The flowers and musical notes interweave, creating a dizzying pattern, and script winds its way in and out of the ink to make the whole garden look almost three-dimensional.

My eyes come back to hers. “You’re so beautiful.”

Tracing my chest with shaking fingers, she follows the linework of my ink, then skims ever so gently over a long, jagged scar.

She doesn’t ask, but she must know.

Lifting her fingers to her lips, she presses a gentle kiss to the tips, then places them back over my biggest scar. “So are you. ”

Lowering over her until our stomachs touch, I let out a groan of pleasure, a pleasure I swear I feel in my soul. My broad chest dwarves hers, but the softness of her skin, the plush feel of her lace covered breasts, cushions me better than any billion-dollar mattress ever could.

Leaning down, I wait until her eyes flutter closed, then I slide my tongue along her bottom lip, dip inside, and try not to compare this to the first time we were intimate.

Gentle now, where I was rough six months ago.

Slow, instead of rushed.

Loving, instead of angry.

The differences are like a giant canyon.

Before, we were hungry, wild, uncaring, and in a rush. This time, I want to savor her. Taste her.

Beg her to stay.

Pulling back only half an inch, I study her waiting lips. “I wanna tell you something, but I’m scared of being judged. I never had to do this before, so…”

Her eyes lazily flutter open. Frowning, she watches me. “Okay… I won’t judge you. I promise.”

Nodding, I lean into her hand. “I have a crush on you. That’s not a joke. I’m crushing on you so fucking hard it hurts my chest.”

Smiling sweetly, she lifts her head and pulls me closer. “No judgment. I have a crush on you, too. I think about you way more than I’ll ever admit.”

“Good.” I press my lips to hers. “Think about me often.” I kiss her again. Then a third time. “Think about me all the time, then maybe we’ll be even.”

“I liked our last times together.” Purring, she arches her neck as I slide my tongue and teeth along the warm skin. “Best sex I ever had, I promise. But this right now, your sweet words, this vulnerable stuff… this is nice, too. Makes you more human. Makes you not famous. Makes you just a boy I ate hotdogs with at Lookout Hill.”

I smile against her skin. “We’re going slower this time, Bambie. I’m gonna savor you the way I should have the first time.”

Nodding, she lies back and allows my tongue to glide along her flesh. Sliding my hand along her ribs, I take her breast in my hand and squeeze.

“Perfect, Bambie. So fucking perfect.” Gliding over her collarbone, then over her chest, I hover for a breathless moment, and when the air pulses between us, I take her lace covered nipple between my teeth and smile at her tiny little scream .

Her back arches impossibly high, feeding me, begging for more, and her hands slide into my hair and hold me captive.

Grazing over the hard metal of her piercing, I lift my eyes and wait. “Can I? I wanna taste the real you.”

Nodding and lifting her back from the bed, she makes room for my hands to go around to the clasp on her bra.

Peeling her top off and tossing it aside, I send the bra immediately after it, then come back to look at the beauty of her flesh.

Creamy white skin, perfect pink nipples, single shiny barbell – because she was too scared to do the other – and a cluster of freckles in the valley of her breasts.

Leaning forward, I press a kiss to each and every single freckle. Licking, laving, memorizing.

Perfection.

She moans softly, re-threads her fingers in my hair, and holds my body against hers. Tightening her legs around my hips, she crosses her ankles and holds me close.

I’m her slave, and I don’t even mind.

In fact, I love it.

I could be her slave for the rest of my life, and that would be okay with me.

Nibbling up the inside swell of her breast, I drink in the vibrations of her pulse hammering and stuttering. Taking the pebbled nipple into my mouth, I file away every single noise she makes. Every heavy breath. Every stolen breath.

I count the number of times she stops breathing completely, and I vow to give it back. I vow to replace every missed inhale. I vow to give her life.

“Jack.” Groaning, she arches up to feed me. Lifting her hips to grind over my cock, she lets out a whimper of frustration.

“Yeah.” I slide my tongue over the metal piercing, like I could ease the pain today, for something she did months or years ago. “Make love to me, Bambie?”

Nodding immediately, she pulls me closer. I can’t see her nod, but I feel it. My heart flops around in my chest, high on exhilaration. High on her.

Who needs alcohol, when you can have this?

Sick from nerves, I slide my hand along her ribs, over her hips, and shakily across to the button on her shorts. Like a nervous virgin with shaking hands, I push the denim over lacy panties and silky hips.

Hushed breaths and fast hands, we work together to lower her shorts, and as soon as she’s free of them – without shaking hands – she dives into my sweats and fists my painfully full dick.

“Jesus,” I groan. “Bambie.”

Sliding her soft hand along my cock, she nibbles on my earlobe and has me nearing the edge, just from the sounds she makes in my ear. Slipping my hand into her red lace panties, I slide a finger though her wet folds and groan at her hitched breathing.

Synchronized, we both groan as my thumb slides over the smooth piercing. “Bambie.”

Opening her legs wide, she lifts her hips. “Please, Jack.” Chasing my hand, she pulls me closer. “Please. Don’t tease me. I climbed a damn fence for you.”

Laughing, I slowly insert a single finger. Slowly, so fucking slow, I almost come in my pants. “You’re so tight.”

“Uh-huh. I shrunk back to size after you tore me up that time.”

Snorting, I leisurely finger fuck her. “You trying to ruin the mood? I’m going for sweet and slow here.”

Pivoting her hips, she rides me from the bottom and takes charge of finding her own pleasure. Moaning in my ear, she scrapes her nails along my back and scores my skin.

“I’m just telling you how it is.”

I curl my finger inside her and feel the fractures in my heart when she holds in a startled breath. Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss until she inhales. “Breathe, Bambie. I need you to breathe.”

“That feels so good.”

“ You feel so good.” I nibble along her jaw, then take her tongue in my mouth. “So fucking good.”

“I want to feel you inside me, Jack.”

Nodding, I probe my tongue to the same rhythm as my finger. “In a minute.”

“Jack.” Hands holding me tighter, she brings me to the edge. “Now.”

“No.” I squeeze my eyes shut and keep working my hand. “In a minute, Bambie. Have some patience.”

Squeezing me from the inside, she growls. “Now.”

Inserting a second finger, I speed up until her hips piston dangerously fast. “In a minute.”

“Now!”

Pulling my fingers away with a smile, I preemptively slam my mouth down over hers to catch her protests. Her hips blindly piston, like her body hasn’t gotten the memo yet. Suckling on her tongue, I tug my sweatpants down with my left hand, and reach out blindly for my bedside drawer with my right.

Things fall to the floor from my clumsiness. My clock. A picture frame. A car load of noisy fucking clowns.

Searching in the top drawer for a condom, I pray the kids don’t wake up.

Breathing a sigh of relief at the sound of crinkling foil, I pull it toward us and grit my teeth at the sound of something else falling to the floor.

Lord help me if my niece wakes.

I might never get laid again.

Separating our bodies, I rear back and sit on my haunches and go to work on the packaging. Britt watches as I tear the foil with my teeth and take the rubber out, but then she slaps my hands out of the way and latches her sweet, hot mouth around my cock.

So.

Fucking.

Good.

She sucks so hard I worry I have about three seconds left before I blow my load down the back of her throat. I grunt, and my hips jerk forward. Her hand squeezes the base so tight I might just cry.

“Bambie…” I’m a man. Men don’t cry! “Bam– Oooh, Bambie.”

Bobbing forward, fast then slow. Slow, to the very tip of my cock, then fast, swallowing me up all over again. I take it for as long as I can; I drown in this perfect world, I soak up every second of bliss, then I stop her just as my balls line up to eject.

Pushing her back harder than I should, her big blue eyes lock onto mine. So innocent, yet she just sucked me off like she’s paid ten-thousand bucks a pop.

“You’re trouble, Bambie.” I look away from her face, away from the tongue darting out to lick her lips clean. Rolling the condom over my throbbing cock, I shake my head. “So much fucking trouble.”

She smiles so evilly, I almost wonder if she’s a witch. Like she’s cast a spell on me, a spell so strong I couldn’t fight it even if I wanted to.

Then I realize, I don’t want to.

I don’t care.

I’m happy here.

Sliding my thumb over her clit, she falls back heavily and has my pillows puffing up around her. Pressing a finger inside her pulsing pussy, I collect her natural lubrication, then pull out and smile when she lets out a frustrated growl .

“So impatient,” I laugh softly.

Desperately .

Rolling my finger over her throbbing clit and her sparkly piercing, I line myself up and grin at her neatly trimmed landing strip of hair.

My eyes meet hers. “You ready?”

Nodding weakly, she transforms back into innocent Bambie. Gone is the vixen, and in her place is the reminder of the last times we did this.

I’m so fucking tempted to slam into her, to claim the deepest parts of her body, maybe even her heart…

But I slow my shit.

I abhor the idea of hurting her. I couldn’t purposely hurt her now, no matter what. Not even the good kind of hurt.

Nudging the head of my cock inside, I watch her eyes flutter closed and clamp my teeth together at the vice like grip she has around me.

“You need to relax, Bambie. Let me in.”

“Keep going.” She pulls my face closer. “Please keep going.”

I nudge another inch in. Another painful inch. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Keep going, Jack.” Clamping her teeth onto my shoulder muscle, she screws her eyes shut and tightens her legs around me. “I need you inside me.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Her eyes snap open, then with a muttered “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she grips my ass with surprising strength and pulls me in until my balls slam against her flesh. The pleasure that shoots through me trumps the worry that I’ve hurt her. This is what heaven must feel like. “Now go,” she snaps on a quiet hiss. “Move your ass.”

So much sass, she makes me want to weep.

Rocking against her, she bites her bottom lip and groans. Her fingers tighten on my shoulder blades, her nails dig in. Her thighs squeeze me, and her strong arms pull me in until I find my teeth on her neck and her flesh pulled between my lips.

Pulling out slowly, and enjoying the slide through her tightness, I pull her fragrant skin, so thin and vulnerable, between my teeth as I push back in.

Slowly out to the tip – imitating the way her mouth worked me – then fast again, slamming into her until she swallows me up.

“Jack…”

Her words are a flutter, so soft and breathy, directly into my ear like a mist that clouds my brain. Out again, my cock drags along the ridges inside her pussy. Every. Single. Ridge. Then in, as deep as I can go as her legs twitch; weak, but exhilarated.

“You feel so fucking good, Bambie.”

Nodding, she pulls me ever closer. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I rock against her, and beg my traitorous body not to come too soon and make me a liar. “I’ll never stop.”

Groaning into my ear, the sound so deep, but almost silent.

She’s as aware of the kids sleeping down the hall as I am. Clamping down on my shoulder with her teeth, she uses me to silence her cries.

Speeding up, I slam inside her, so fucking close to the edge, so desperate to bring her with me.

I want us to jump together. I want us to fly together.

I kiss her neck one last time, I savor her unique flavor, then I pull back and study her face. Her closed eyes. Plump lips that tease me.

So close, so delicious.

“Bambie, look at me.” I move the hair off her face and smile when her beautiful eyes flutter open. “This is different than last time, okay? I see you, Britt. I see you right here with me.”

Watching me curiously, she nods. A simple nod, a bitten bottom lip, then another soft fluttering moan.

“I’m gonna go, Jack.”

My balls draw up at her simple words.

Slamming my mouth down onto hers, I breathe her in and step off the ledge. Hand in hand, heart against pounding heart, we let ourselves go, though we clutch at each other for stability, our only hope to not get lost in the abyss.

We lay silent and still, the only noise our labored breathing and thumping hearts.

The house is still silent. No woken children. No snickers from my sister’s room that says they heard us. I lie with Bambie in our own secret world, our own slice of paradise, and if I could just somehow get my blankets from beneath her and pull them up over us, we could cocoon ourselves in and stay here forever.

“Jack?”

Glancing down at her, I struggle to keep my eyes open when she brings her hand up to stroke my face.

Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “Hmm?”

She smiles wickedly. Re-enter the vixen. “That escalated super quick. I was coming here to watch TV and hang out.”

I snort .

Her legs tighten around me to stop my softening dick from falling out. “Shh.”

I try to stifle my laughter. “You’re right.” I nibble her chin. “What happened to that? I had Harry Potter lined up in the DVD player and everything. Next thing I know, you’ve got my pants down and my cock in your mouth.”

Shrugging, she hums beneath my lips. “What can I say? You offered. You were all naked and shit. I took…” She tenses in an instant. “Jack… what’s that noise?”

I nibble along her skin. “What noise? I hear nothing.”

Turning her head to the side, she dislodges my lips and leaves me with a frown, then she screams and has my head shooting up.

With her tongue hanging out and her ears flopping half over her eyes, Annie lies with her head on Britt’s pillow, and her snout barely an inch from Britt’s ear.

Laughing under my breath, I press my hand over Britt’s mouth. “Shh.”

Baby Emma – who’s not really a baby at all, just a semi high-maintenance pain in my ass – cries down the hall and has me dropping my head back. “Fuck.”

Slapping a hand over her mouth, Britt’s eyes go wide with remorse. “I’m so sorry!”

Shaking my head, I climb off and groan when my softening dick slides out.

Instant loss.

Instantly, I miss her.

“It’s cool.” I lean over her, peel her hand away, and drop a kiss on her plump lips. “I’ll go out, fix this.” I look down at my condom covered dick as I pull on sweats. “I’ll help Em, then I’ll be back.”

Nodding, she attempts to sit up, but I push her shoulder back. “Stay here.” I glare dangerously. “If you escape out my window, I swear, I’ll track you down and carry you back up here. Don’t move a muscle.”

Lifting a brow in challenge, her lips twitch. “What would be involved in this barbaric carrying of the girl?” She wags her brows. “A naughty girl should be spanked, right?”

Turning to the door, I pull a tank over my head. “I can’t spank you here. You’ll wake the kids when I fuck you to take the edge off.”

She purrs. “Maybe we should go back to your place…”

I look back to her and grin. “We’re gonna need to be outta state for that. Now be quiet. Stay put. Don’t move your ass.”