Loving Jack(24)

"I'm all wet," she told him as if maybe he hadn't noticed. Jack climbed  over and settled himself between her legs. The look of pure hunger on  his lovely face scorched her.

"I can't wait to be inside of you again." He positioned himself at her  opening, but he paused and took a deep breath. "Are you sure about the  condoms? I can find one." He looked in pain but he was still thinking of  her feelings and needs. It warmed her all over again. Grace was on the  pill and she was clean. If Jack said he'd never had unprotected sex she  would believe him. After their time against the wall in the alley it was  too late to worry about it tonight.

She lifted her hips and he slid into her an inch. "Come into me, Jack. Please, I need you now."

"Oh, fuck, Grace," he cursed and slid home in one steady motion.

Jack was well endowed but she was slick from her orgasm and her body  accepted his invasion with little resistance. Jack moved slowly in and  out of her soaking sheath. He took her face into his hands and held her  gaze. It was so intimate, so overwhelming that she wanted to hide but he  wouldn't let her.         

     



 

"I love you, Grace. I've always loved you," he vowed.

"I love you. I think I've loved you since the first time you kissed me," she admitted and her eyes filled with tears.

"Don't cry, baby." He kissed her eyes, her chin, and her mouth. "We're  together now. I want us to stay together if you'll still have me."

He set up a steady rhythm then and continued to look into her eyes.  Grace wrapped her legs around Jack's hips. The change in position had  him hitting her just right. The crown of his thick cock rubbed over that  perfect spot with every withdrawal. Grace's pussy rippled and Jack's  mouth opened with a hiss of air. One more thrust and she was coming in  violent spasms around his cock.

"Jack. Jack. Jack." She called his name over and over. Jack powered through her orgasm gritting his teeth and panting.

"Grace! I love you!" He thrust deep one more time and held himself there  as his seed poured into her body. His eyes finally drifted shut as the  orgasm carried him away. He shuddered against her. Grace held him to her  chest. She never wanted to let go. Never.





Jack woke her several times during the night to make love to her again.  The first time he woke her they'd moved slowly, intently absorbing every  sweet caress. The next time they woke had been a claiming. There was no  other way to describe the way Jack had taken her body. In the wee hours  of the morning she climbed out of bed to take a shower while he slept.  She was sticky and her muscles ached from their exertions. It was a good  ache that she hoped would never go away.

After her shower she quietly slipped back into bed and watched Jack  sleep. It was a little stalker-ish, but Grace had been longing for the  sight of Jack for so many years, the chance to look her fill was too  good to let pass. She eventually drifted off. When she woke again Jack  was watching her. She grinned. He grinned back and kissed her sweetly.  Jack gave her a t-shirt to put on. He slid on a pair of running shorts  and together they went to the kitchen for coffee and toast. It was so  comfortable just being there with Jack. Grace thought that was odd since  they'd been separated for so long. Jack pulled out the coffee and  filter. Grace got it brewing while Jack made toast. He set out an  unopened jar of apple butter. Jack didn't like apple butter, but he  remembered that she loved it on her toast. She had to wonder if Matthew  liked it too. She was hoping he'd bought it for her in hopes that he'd  be feeding her breakfast at some point.

They climbed the stairs hand in hand and went back to bed. This time  they both seemed content to just lounge in each other's company with the  news quietly playing in the background. They needed to talk but neither  seemed eager to ruin the morning with memories or past hurt feelings.  Grace was propped against the headboard and Jack's head rested on a  pillow at the foot of the bed. They were quiet for a long time and Grace  feared he was regretting his words of love. She needed to understand  his true feelings. So she dove in head first.

"Rachel thought you were gay," she informed him.

He nodded. "I know. She told me she was surprised by my attraction to  you. It's not something we ever spoke about. It was a non-subject. It  didn't matter to her who I dated. She's my dearest friend. She just  wanted me to be happy, as I wanted her to be happy. I never said ‘look  at that, Rachel, you're heterosexual.' And she never felt the need to  clarify my attraction to men. We've always just been there for each  other, no matter who else was in our lives."

"I really like her," Grace told him.

"I do too," he told her, and she could hear the smile in his voice. That  made her smile. She was so glad Jack had had a true friend to support  him, but she couldn't let it drop there. Something Rachel told her was  nagging the back of Grace's mind. Why hadn't Rachel ever seen him with a  woman?

"She said she'd never seen you with a woman. That sounds . . . unbelievable. Were you hiding those relationships?"

Jack propped himself up on his elbows and frowned at her. "Why would I  hide anything from anyone, Grace? Did I ever hide anything from you?"

"Only that one time when you didn't want me to go home with you for your father's funeral," she reminded him.

Jack's scowl melted. "I still regret not telling you Victor had invited  himself to go. I just knew it would hurt you if I told you he was going,  so I wasn't comfortable with you going. I was already dealing with too  much after my father's death."

"I understand that now. At the time I thought I was going to be your  savior, idiot that I was. Hearing the truth wouldn't have hurt nearly as  badly as being confronted by the lie. I fly across the country to  comfort you, only to be informed that I was nothing but a piece of ass."         

     



 

Grace deepened her voice to imitate Victor's deep tone. "He occasionally  gets a taste for pussy . . . So do I, it's no big deal. I just thought  you should know . . . Maybe I should fuck you and see what the fuss is  about. Would you let me bend you over my car, sweet little Grace?"

Jack sat straight up in bed. "Who the fuck said that shit?" he growled.

"That was Victor's way of helping me understand my place, or lack thereof in your life."

"I'll kill him! I will find him, and I will murder him!" Jack leapt from the bed and began to pace the floor.

Grace was distracted by the play of muscles across his broad shoulders  and thick arms. She sat up and wrapped her arms around her bare legs.

"It doesn't matter now, Jack. What's past is past. But I do think he  knew what he was doing in the club that night. I hadn't tattled on him.  Maybe I should have. I gave him the opportunity to prove to me that he  was right. Can you imagine how hard it would be to continue a  relationship with you when I knew he was still in the picture?  Especially after the things he said to me. That night in the club when  you let him lead you away I felt like that was what my whole life was  going to feel like." Grace's eyes burned with the tears of remembered  pain and her voice cracked. Jack stopped pacing to look at her. "I knew  then that I would never be enough for you. I couldn't compete. I didn't  want to have to compete for your love. That was the hardest night of my  life." A tear trailed down her cheek. It was better that they air all of  their feelings now if they were going to move on. She hoped getting it  out would help her let it all go.

Jack climbed back into bed and wrapped his arms around her. He stroked  her hair while she shed tears she'd been holding inside for far too  long. When she lifted her head Jack's eyes were glassy too. Grace got  herself together. The time for mourning the past was long gone. It kind  of annoyed her that she'd let those old emotions have so much power.

"Let me answer your original question." Jack kissed the top of her head  and took a deep breath. "Rachel thought I was gay, because I haven't  been with a woman since you left me."

Grace's mouth fell open. She leaned back to look at him. "What?"

"It's true. I just couldn't do it. Being with men was okay, but being  with a woman was too much like cheating." He cleared his throat  uncomfortably and looked away. "I mean, I know you left me and I was  free to do what I wanted. But my heart wasn't free. I couldn't cheat on  you with another woman. That's ridiculous. It makes no sense. But there  it is. That's why Rachel thought I was gay."

Grace thought her heart would pound out of her chest. It wasn't  ridiculous. It was heartbreaking. They'd wasted so much time. She  wouldn't waste anymore. She was done worrying about the past.

"That's incredible. I don't even know what to say." She hugged him  tight. She had one more question to ask before she could truly let go  and love Jack with everything she had. "I just have one more question."  Jack played with a lock of her hair while he waited for her to get up  the nerve to ask her question.