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As he pumps his fingers in and out of me, he uses his other hand to tease my nipple before grazing his hand across to find the other. The stimulation is world-altering, and I’m seconds away from falling apart.

“Don’t stop,” I breathe, not capable of stringing more than two words together.

“Just for a second, baby,” he says, and it sounds like he’s in pain.

He pulls his fingers from me, and an embarrassing whimper escapes my lips. “No. Why’d you stop?” I’m too turned on to even be embarrassed about how it comes out as a whispered whine, my skin so hot and prickly that it feels like I’m on fire.

I’m about to say more, but any and all protest dies on my lips the second I feel Jack bring his hand from underneath the blanket bringing it to his mouth. My mouth parts as I watch his eyes close as he tastes me on his fingers, and I honestly feel like I could come just from watching him.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growls before he leans down, his lips crashing into mine.

His mouth moves against mine, his tongue swiping against my bottom lip, demanding access.

Our kiss deepens—slow and hungry—and nothing matters except for what it feels like to have Jack’s lips on mine, tasting myself on his tongue.

His hand drops below the blanket again, and he swallows my moans as he pushes two fingers inside me again, his thumb circling my clit as he pumps into me.

“Fuck,” I breathe against his lips, my teeth grazing his lower lip, gently biting down as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.

“You look so good fucking my fingers.” More of his dirty words, and I don’t know how I went this long without hearing them.

The combination of his fingers working me and the way he whispers into my ear is enough to make the world around us—the whole universe—melt away. “I need you to come for me, Rumi baby.”

And I do.

My orgasm crashes into me, and Jack kisses me as he works me through it, capturing each and every moan I make, keeping them all to himself.

“Holy shit,” Jack breathes as I slowly come back to myself, blinking my eyes to find Jack’s on me, his chest rising and falling, causing me to rise and fall with it..

He presses another kiss to my lips, and I wrap an arm around his neck, holding him close to me, already craving more.

“The movie is almost over,” Jack says, breaking our kiss, and my lips curl, smiling against his.

“So I guess I can still say I’ve never seen a Twilight movie,” I joke, and we laugh together, our foreheads pressed together.

“The first one isn’t that great anyway,” Jack says, and he kisses my nose before leaning back on the pillow behind him. “At least you can say you saw how it ended, so you’re not lost when we watch the second one.” He pulls his legs from around me, settling next to me and pulling me into his side.

“Wait,” I whisper. “What about you?”

“What about me?” he whispers back.

“You didn’t—” I’m too embarrassed to say the word, which seems so silly considering what just happened between us.

I watch as Jack rolls his lips together to suppress his smile. “Trust me. I’m fine,” he says, pulling me against him, so my head can rest back on the front of his shoulder, but I can’t help but notice he isn’t as comfortable as he was before.

“You don’t seem fine,” I argue, noticing his spine is up straighter, and he isn’t holding me as close to him as he was before.

I start to feel like I’m going crazy, imagining this distance between us, but there’s something nagging at me.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask him, suddenly wracking my brain for how I messed this up.

I’ve never done anything like this before, and maybe that was obvious to Jack. I’m used to sex being almost transactional—at least that’s how it was with Trevor—so I’m confused why we’re stopping when I haven’t even touched Jack.

“What? No.” Jack presses a kiss to my temple. “That was perfect.”

“What about you?” I try to ask, but Jack stops me.

“I promise. I’m fine, Rumi.”

“But—” I protest.

“I came in my pants.”

I slap a hand against my mouth. “What?” I say, but it comes out muffled behind my palm.

“I came in my pants,” he repeats, and it comes out so matter-of-factly, I still don’t think I’m hearing him right.

“Don’t you want to, I don’t know, change?” The question is stupid, even more so when I hear myself whisper it, but what else am I supposed to say to that ?

Not when the only thing going through my mind is how unbelievably good it feels to have made this man come without even touching him, a new confidence blooming that I’ve never had when it came to sex—just another way this man has healed a part of me without even trying.

Jack sighs. “Well, I wasn’t going to advertise to you and everyone else that I came in my pants watching you come all over my hand, but now that it’s out in the open—” He moves the blanket off of him, scooting to the edge of the truck bed and rounding his truck.

Getting into the backseat, I can see his shadow moving for a minute before he steps out of the car and joins me again just before the end credits of the movie start.

“Glad I decided to keep my gym bag in my backseat today,” he says, sporting a mesh pair of black shorts rather than the cotton ones he had on before. Movement begins around us, reminding me that it was never just the two of us—no matter how much it felt like it.

People around us start hopping out of their trunks and truck beds as the lights surrounding the open field turn on.

“So?” I hear Ava say as she walks over, glancing at the tray with the untouched popcorn and sodas at the edge of the truck bed. I quickly make sure the blanket is still on top of me, not having grabbed my underwear yet.

“It was great,” I say, and it comes out a little too enthusiastically, almost like a squeak.

My best friend eyes me carefully before her eyes roam to Jack.

“Nice shorts,” she tells him before giving me a wink and walking back over to Anderson’s car.