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MONKEY SEX

Emma

B y the time we got home, it was after midnight.

Saylor was asleep, but Keelie was waiting up in the kitchen even though she has to work tomorrow.

I’m not sure if Dad filled her in on the current situation, but she proved to be as cool as always. She hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and greeted Jack like she’s still his high school counselor.

But the main hint that Dad filled her in on everything was the sofa. It was covered in sheets, fluffy blankets, and topped with two pillows.

Keelie’s hostess skills rival Addy’s. I remember the day we moved into her house when she and dad were barely dating. Ironically, that happened because of a drive-by shooting too.

Who knew lightning could strike twice?

But that was an hour ago. I kissed Jack goodnight, came to my room, and have tossed and turned ever since.

I exhale and stare at my shadowed ceiling. My brain is wired and my heart aches for the man on the sofa.

Fuck it.

I throw back the covers and grab my robe tossed over the chair in the corner. On bare feet, I tiptoe down the stairs as lightly as I can and avoid every creek in the old staircase. Keelie’s farmhouse is from the last century. Every inch of the place has been renovated or updated, but there’s no quieting these stairs.

My old, trusty friend, the moon, might not be full like he was in Vegas, but he’s still winking at me through the windows, giving me a full view of Jack’s bare muscled back.

I must make enough noise as I pad through the family room because Jack twists to his back in a flash.

He looks me up and down in my short robe that barely hits the tops of my thighs. “You’re trying to get me killed one way or another today, aren’t you?”

I don’t hide my smile.

But I do pull the tie loose on my robe.

It falls open and I drop it to the floor at my feet.

I’m left standing in a tank that scoops so low, it barely covers my breasts, and a pair of panties so small they barely cover anything else—nothing like the ones he bought me at Target.

“Fuck,” Jack hisses. “I don’t know what gave you the idea that I have a death wish, but I do not.”

I ignore him and pull back the covers to join him. “I’m a grown-ass woman. My dad isn’t going to do anything to me. They made you sleep on the sofa because Saylor is here and she’s only sixteen. They have to set the right example.”

Jack is down to his boxers. We’re skin to skin in all the places except the ones I want when I cover his body with mine. My legs fall to the sides to straddle his hips, and it’s evident he misses me as much as I miss him. His cock is already thick and growing by the moment.

For me.

I press my lips to his and gaze down at him through my messy hair that tents us in a beautiful quiet spot. “Together again.”

His hands come to my ass. I’m instantly wet when he squeezes each globe in a firm grip that feels so good, I rock my sex against his erection.

He lifts his hips to meet me even though his actions do not match his words. “This might be the lamest and least masculine thing I’ve ever said, but I’m not worried about you when it comes to Daddy Asa. I’m worried about me meeting my maker in an early demise. Don’t make my eating vegetables as an adult mean nothing because your dad takes me out with the snap of his fingers.”

I shake my head and keep moving. “He would never.”

Jack’s brows rise. “Baby, he would. He told me all about his team. I was right to be scared of him in high school. Apparently my keen sixth sense is on point. I’ve always known he was a scary fucker.”

I run the tip of my tongue across his bottom lip. “He’s a teddy bear. You just have to get to know him. Nothing but a family man. And if you stick around long enough, he’ll love you too.”

Jack’s grip on me tightens where I’m pressed to his cock. “Do you plan on me going somewhere? Or walking away from me? Because I can tell you right now, Emma, that kind of talk does not make me happy.”

“Relax,” I whisper.

“You’re the chick and I’m the guy in this affiliation. I’m supposed to be the one to tell you to relax.”

I try not to laugh. “This is an affiliation?”

“Hookup. Kinship. Liaison. Despite the fact I’m comfortable enough with your body to perform medical examinations, whether I’m qualified to or not, you haven’t given me the go ahead to call it a relationship.”

I rub up and down his cock right where I want it. I wish I’d taken my panties off. After tonight, this is exactly what I need.

Him.

“We can try that word out next week,” I say.

Jack slides a hand down the back of my panties after he reaches up for a lingering kiss. “If your dad hasn’t killed me by then.”

I moan when he dips a finger into my sex from behind. “Until then, we can liaison.”

“Is that what you came down for, Em? A little Jack Hale liaison?”

I nod, not at all embarrassed about wanting him. Not after tonight.

I drag my fingers across his strong jaw. “I was so scared.”

His touch on me turns gentle as he reaches far enough to take my mouth. His kiss is firm and long and lingering. “I know, baby. It’s how I felt when I saw that guy grab you on TV.”

“That same guy saved you.”

He nods. It doesn’t matter that we’re discussing life-and-death scenarios. He never stops the magic he’s spinning between my legs. “He’s a complicated guy. I hope to meet him one day.”

I feel all the tension and angst melt away. It’s replaced with pure, hot lust.

For him.

“I don’t want to talk about anyone but you and me. The last thing I remember before all hell broke loose was you describing what you’d do to me in a limo. I want to go back to simple times like that.”

The side of his lips tip up. “Limo … sofa. What’s the difference?”

“I’ll take it as long as we’re together.”

“You’re going to have to be quiet,” he murmurs against my lips.

I give him a quick nod. “I will.”

He puts his hands on my hips and rocks me up and down his cock as he presses into me. “You’re going to have to move.”

There’s nothing I want more. Even though he told me what to do, Jack does all the work. With his hands firm on my hips, I have no choice but to move at his command. My swollen clit gets all the friction it needs from his rock-hard cock with only my thin panties and his boxers between us.

“There you go, Em. I could watch you do this every day for the rest of my life.”

Those words. I get lost in them.

I’ve never thought about that with anyone else.

My fingertips press into his wide shoulders, and I hang on as he moves me faster. I press my face into his neck, his whiskers bristle the delicate skin of my cheek. Every sense is heightened. Jack is everywhere, and I love it.

When it comes over me, I gasp. His hand lands heavy on the back of my head and pulls my mouth to his. He drinks my moans and groans all the while holding me tight to prolong my orgasm even longer.

When I become limp, he lets my head go, and my cheek falls to his chest. My breathing is shallow as my heart speeds from my high.

A hit of Jack Hale is a strong drug. One I’m quickly becoming addicted to.

He zapped the energy clean out of me as I allow gravity to do its thing and fuse me to him.

I bring my hand up and lightly flick his nipple with my fingernail. “Now it’s your turn. We might have to get creative on this sofa.”

He presses his lips to the top of my head. “No, baby. Tonight is all about you.”

I lift my head to look at him. “No. I can’t leave you like this.”

He kisses the end of my nose like I’m a cute little puppy or something. “We can and we will. I’m not fucking you on the sofa with your family asleep upstairs. Tomorrow night I’ll get us a room. We can have all the crazy monkey sex you want.”

I rest my cheek on him and press into his neck. “I never dreamed of wild monkey sex, but now I want to see what it’s all about.”

His fingers play with the ends of my hair as his other hand tucks itself to bed for the night inside my panties on my bare ass. “I’ll make sure you love it.”

I close my eyes. “I think I love everything with you.”

He’s still hard below me.

“I feel bad,” I say. “I can’t let you suffer like this.”

He pulls in a breath, and I wonder if it’s to calm himself. “I’m good. Better than I deserve with you here. You’d better go back to bed soon.”

“Later. I can’t leave you right now. I have an internal alarm clock. I promise I’ll wake up.”

Jack takes a deep breath. “If your dad sends his team after me because your internal alarm jams up, I’ll haunt you forever. You’ll never have decent sex again.”

I press my lips to his pec. “That’s the blue balls talking. Don’t be dramatic.”

“Trust me, that’s not what my balls are saying. They’re begging me to forget the scary ass team your dad keeps in a barn and fuck your brains out.”

I smile. “I love your balls. I’ll make it up to them during monkey sex.”

“You’re killing me, Em. Set your damn alarm clock and take a nap. I’m here to serve as your bed … again.”

I shut my eyes. The longest week has turned into the longest day. I got kidnapped and Jack was shot at.

Tomorrow has to be better.