"Wouldn't you like to know?" She pushed hard against his chest and he released her. Grace made it only a few steps when he grabbed her hand and jerked her back to his chest. He cupped her head with one hand and clutched her hair with the other, like he couldn't decide if he wanted to be tender or rough with her.
"Yes, I actually would like to know. I thought you weren't dating anyone. Did you lie to me, Grace? Did you fuckin' lie to me? Because you looked awfully familiar with that prick." His hand in her hair tightened.
"Luke is not a prick. He's a great guy and I enjoy his company. Why the hell do you care? I saw your girlfriend." She struggled in his arms but he held tight.
"I told you the fucking truth, Grace. I told you I was dating people. What have you been doing all week, huh? What other lies did you tell me?" His eyes blazed with possessive anger when he brought his mouth down on hers again. She pushed against him but he kissed the fight right out of her. Her arms relaxed and her palms rested on his chest.
Grace had an unfair advantage here and she was okay with that. If she hadn't overheard Jack's friends in the restroom she would be confused by his reaction. But she did hear them, so she knew he'd been just as messed up as she'd been since they parted. He wasn't willing to admit that the girl wasn't a girlfriend. He also hadn't seen fit to mention the guy he'd brought with him while he lambasted her about Luke. Maybe a little reminder of how good they'd been together would help her cause. She would tell him the truth. Then she would take what she'd been dreaming about all week. They were in a secluded alcove. There was a chance they'd be caught, but that just added to the excitement of being in Jack's arms again. She turned her face away from his kiss.
"Luke's just a friend, okay. He's a good buddy of Jessie's actually. I'm not with him. We were only dancing. Nothing more," she admitted and he looked half relieved and half disbelieving.
"I saw the way he held you, Grace."
"Yeah, and I saw the way you held your blond." Grace spread her fingers and ran her hand down Jack's chest and continued lower to grip the stiff cock in his pants. He inhaled deeply. Grace took his mouth with the intention of branding her flavor into his memory forever. She cupped his girth and stroked him up and down.
"Does she kiss you like this, Jack? Do you get hard at the sight of her?" She threw his questions back at him and Jack groaned.
"Fuck, Grace, I want you so damn bad." He kissed her again. "I've been dreaming of this hot little body all week."
"Yeah? Well let's see what we can do about that." Grace began to work on loosening his belt and freeing his cock as she pushed him farther back into the shadows until his back hit a door in near complete darkness. She could feel the suppressed energy vibrating through Jack's body. They were in a fucking bar just around the corner from hundreds of people who were drinking and dancing the night away. And she was going to fuck him, again. He ate at her mouth and groped widely for any part of her he could reach. She stroked his cock from root to tip until a small amount of his hot pre-come ran over her hand.
Grace lowered her body to a crouch before him and Jack started in surprise. "Grace, you don't have to . . ."
His words cut off abruptly when she ran her tongue around the plump head of his cock. She cupped his sack and breathed him in, enjoying the clean male soap scent of his skin. Grace suckled and licked his length, wishing she could see his face in the darkness. His groans of pleasure and the taste of him had her wet and aching to be filled. Jack grabbed her head and guided her movements, teaching her just how he liked to be pleasured.
One of his hands left her head and she heard him curse and then a, "Yes!"
Jack had tried the handle of the door she'd pressed him against and found a small office. He lifted Grace against his chest and back into the room. There was a beat up old desk, a couple of chairs, and a file cabinet in the corner that held a lamp. The lamp was on a dim setting, its light not reaching far past the file cabinet.
"Grace, what the fuck are you doing to me?" Jack asked, but didn't give her a chance to speak. He was on her, kissing her deeply and lifting her dress over her head. He froze then and just looked at her. His frenzy stalled for a moment while he took her in. Heat spread over her skin as Jack devoured her with his eyes. Grace stood before him in her tiny red thong and red stilettos. Her backless dress had prevented her from wearing a bra.
When he finally opened his mouth it quickly doused the flames of her desire.
"Was this for him?" Jack asked. "Was this pretty package meant for that 'great guy', Luke to open?" He stepped forward and ran a finger from her collarbone down her breast to her nipple. She slapped him.
"Fuck off, Jack!" She grabbed her dress from the desk and glared at him. He was still stunned by the slap, standing there with a hand on his cheek and his still hard cock was standing out of his open pants.
"Were you going to fuck Victor? Or was he going to fuck you tonight, Jack?" Grace snarled. He was such a hypocritical asshole!
"Maybe I was," he replied in a whisper.
Jack seemed more shocked by her knowledge of his date then the fact that she'd hit him. God damn it! She'd never hit anyone! Ever! Why was she letting him torment her into such barbaric behavior? Grace slid her dress back over her head and went to the door. She was exhausted now. Her body ached, her hand throbbed, and heart felt heavy and empty all at once.
"Stay the hell away from me, Jack. I don't need this shit. You don't want me and that's fine. I'll get over it. But you don't get to judge me for moving on." She told him in a much calmer voice and opened the door, but Jack stepped forward in the small room and pushed it shut again. He pressed his chest into her back and pinned her there against the door.
"You think I don't want you, Grace." He tilted his hips so she felt his still solid length against the cleft of her ass. "Does that feel like I don't want you?" he asked.
"You want to fuck me, Jack. That's not the same thing as wanting me."
Jack nuzzled her neck and kissed the spot behind her ear sending gooseflesh over her skin. "If you recall, I already fucked you. It was you who turned me away, Grace."
She shook her head. He knew damn well that she hadn't wanted him go. Was he implying that he wanted her now? What if he did? He was certainly jealous over her dancing with Luke. Did she dare believe the week they'd spent apart could have changed his mind? Grace turned in his arms and looked up into a face that was just as confused and tired as her own. She touched his cheek where she'd struck him.
"I'm sorry." Jack took her hand and placed a kiss on her stinging palm.
"I'm sorry, too. I don't know what I'm doing here. I really don't." He placed a chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth, then the other corner. Sincerity shone in his eyes. He really was just as fucked up as she was. He wanted her but refused to lie about his needs and where he was in his life right now. He was a good guy. Grace wanted him to be her guy.
"I'm going to make love to you now, Jack, okay?" His mouth dropped open and his eyes rounded.
"I . . . that's not . . ." He was back peddling.
"You don't like that word, huh?" she asked.
"I've never, you know." He gestured wildly with one arm.
"You've never made love? Or you've never been in love?" she smiled. "Neither have I, but this is more than just a fuck, Jack."
Jack nodded, agreeing that what was happening between them was deeper than just another meaningless experience. Grace advanced on him and slid his pants further down his hips. She put one finger on his chest and pushed until he dropped back into the chair in front of the desk. She lifted her dress back over her head and dropped it on the desk. Jack slowly stroked his rigid cock up and down while he watched her disrobe. She stepped between his legs and began unbuttoning his shirt. Jack ran his hands up her thighs and hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties.
"I want these off this time," he said, and slid them down her legs. "Keep the shoes on." She grinned and complied, stepping out of her panties. Jack watched her every move as if entranced.
The atmosphere in the room had shifted from frantic lust, to tense frustration, and now it had settled into a calm acceptance of their mutual need for each other. She'd taken a risk using the L word. Did she love him? She thought she could love him very easily. For now, what Grace wanted, what she needed was to show him the difference between a wild fuck on the hood of his car with a stranger, and a real connection . . . in a bar . . . on a chair. Grace could admit she was off to a very poor start in the romance department, but she was working with what she had. All she had right now was a short time in the back of a bar. She would take it.