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The kiss didn't get the chance to become interesting as Cindy quickly  pulled back, though she remained in his arms, her hands behind Jack's  neck.

"Are you still coming with me?" she asked.

"One hundred percent," Jack replied. "Even if they don't have an art  program, there's got to be something I can do in Lincoln Peak, or  someone I can work for that will help me get ahead. It's a city. I'm  going with you."

He wasn't going to be a hunter. It pissed off his old man, but his  brothers accepted it well enough, and that was all Jack cared about.

He put Cindy back on her feet. She wore her trademark daisy dukes, and  instead of a tight-fitting tank top, she had Jack's old t-shirt with the  Superman logo on it. The bottom was tied up so her slim stomach and  belly button were exposed.

It was his favorite outfit on her. The easier it was for him to get his hands on her skin, the better.

Jack let his hands rest on his hips and felt the tiny shiver she let out through his fingertips.

His mouth was still warm and wet from their kiss, and his dick was half-interested already, but he put a lid on it.

Jack wanted her so damn bad that his body buzzed. Every time he kissed  and touched her, even in the most innocent ways, left him with severe  blue balls after the fact. Never mind how agonizing it was when their  kisses got heavier, when Cindy got brave and put her tongue in his  mouth, or grab onto Jack's hands and place them on her breasts.

Right on, too. No over the top of her shirts or bras. It seemed it was a  favorite of hers, having Jack touch her like that, and he more than  enjoyed the swell of those small breasts against his hands, and feel of  her hard nipples pressing into his palm.

Jack especially enjoyed the noises she made when he pinched her nipples  between his thumb and forefinger, or when he was able to put his lips  around them, gently teasing with his tongue and teeth.

Her body temperature always seemed to rise when that happened. A lot. He  liked to consider himself especially skilled for just that reason.

Still, Cindy was adamant about waiting on the sex part, and he really didn't want to fuck this up by pressuring her.

Besides, it wasn't like she left him completely hanging. Jack had moaned  and thrust into her hand the first time she'd dipped her palm beneath  the waist of his jeans. He came like it was his first time having an  orgasm in his entire life, and he'd felt a lot of her body heat just  then, making him hotter, making him want her even more.

And even without going all the way, there was something nice about  teasing himself, knowing that it wasn't going to go any further. Just  enjoying the touches for what they were.         

     



 

Right now, however, Cindy wasn't looking at him with that usual  come-and-get-it glimmer in her eyes. Despite the way his fingertips  massaged and circled her hips, she didn't warm up and blush like she  usually did. Her hands behind his neck slid away to hold onto his wrists  in a tight grip, and only then did he notice that one of her legs was  jittering in that nervous energy kind of way.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

Cindy glanced away from him for a brief second, and she was biting her  lower lip when she looked back at him. "If you're coming with me,  there's something I've got to tell you, and you have to promise that  you're not going to tell anyone else."

"Whatever it is, it can't be that bad."

The way Cindy looked at him, her red brows raised, lips pursed, sucked  all the happiness right out of him. She was serious, and Jack's brain  scrambled to guess what the problem could be.

"You don't secretly have a boyfriend in prison or something, do you?" Jack asked, trying to make a joke about the whole thing.

"That would be too easy," she said, and her eyes started to shine, like she was on the verge of crying.

Jack finally got serious. "Hey, what's wrong? It can't be that bad."

Cindy brushed her fingers beneath her eyes, banishing the tears. "It's  just that...I was so scared you weren't serious, you know?"

"Not...? Of course I'm serious. I want to go with you. Why? Don't you  want me to?" Paranoia immediately seized hold of him, and Jack struggled  to keep up the smile he'd plastered onto his lips.

They really hadn't been dating all that long. What if she thought he was  some creepy, clingy loser for wanting to follow her into another state  for school?

"No! I mean yes, I..." Cindy stopped herself and took a deep breath. She  looked up at him with big purple eyes. "I want you to come with me,"  she grabbed onto his hands. "I was just worried that you would regret  it. Your family is here."

"And they'll be on the road again in no time," Jack said. "I'm used to  moving around anyway. This time I'd rather do it because it means I'm  with you."

It was easy to say because he meant every word of it.

Cindy's smile showed off her white teeth, and while her eyes were still a  little glassy, she got up on her toes, curled her arms around his neck,  and kissed him.

Jack held her close to his body, arms tight around her slim waist,  keeping their stomachs pressed together. He could feel every curve, and  all the warmth that came when they touched like this. He easily pushed  his tongue back into her willing mouth, and she sucked on it so damned  well that it was only inevitable his cock was going to start taking  over. He was already thinking about how warm she was, and how wet she  must be for him, and he had to pull away from her. If he didn't stop now  he wouldn't be able to in a few more minutes.

"Fuck, we should stop before I regret this," he said. It was pathetic  how he was breathless already, his dick hard between them and ready to  blow at the slightest touch.

When he tried to pull back, Cindy tightened her hold on him. "It's  okay," she said, her mouth a dark shade of pink. Her cheeks turned a  similar color, and her entire body grew even warmer. "I want to be with  you."

Jack's nose flared, and the metal teeth of his jeans' zipper were starting to press against his swelling cock.

"Are you sure?" he asked. His hands tightened on her waist.

This was the only warning he was capable of giving her.

She nodded, a shy smile on her lips. "Yeah. I've been...practicing. So it wouldn't hurt."

"Practicing?" Because Jack was an idiot, it took him a few seconds to  realize what she meant. When he finally got it, he moaned. "That is so  fucking hot."

Thinking about her masturbating, stretching her pussy for him with some  toy-or had she used her fingers? Or something else?-wasn't helping him  to get control over his erection. That ship had not only sailed, but  Jack had missed it by several days.

Cindy was grinning at him now, her small fingers brushing through the  hair on the back of his head, and when he lifted her up into his arms,  she easily curled her legs around his waist. "Right here. Right now. I  don't want to wait to go anywhere," she said, and it was insanely  pleasing to Jack's ego how needy she sounded.

"You're eager," he said. "What if someone sees us?"

Not that it mattered. She'd asked for it here, so he was going to have  her here, and it was going to be better than all those love scenes in  the romance novels his older brother Liam pretended he wasn't hiding  under his bed.

Cindy's blush never left her face, neither did the heat of her body.  "You weren't the only one who's wanted to do things all this time," she  said.

Again, Jack was nearly undone by how much of an effect her words had on him.

"The cars will keep people from seeing us. They'll block the view," Cindy said.

Jack looked at them, and she was right. They would provide some privacy.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked, realizing he didn't have condoms with him.

He'd been planning on having sex with her in a nice hotel room with rose  petals and wine and all that romantic stuff he'd seen in the movies. He  hadn't planned on her surprising him.

Cindy was already nibbling at his neck and ear. "Yes," she said.

That settled it.

Jack didn't have a blanket or anything to spread beneath them, but this  was one of the few spots where there was grass instead of sand or rocks,  and it was soft.

Jack immediately dropped to his knees and pressed her down on the bright  green grass. Cindy's fingers threaded through his hair and gripped it  tight. Jack grunted, but she pressed her warm and wet mouth hard against  his, and it made the pain vanish, as if she had magic lips.

Her mouth opened to him, and as their tongues glided together, Cindy's  chest arched up and toward Jack, pressing her breasts against him. It  was the best invitation that could be given to take her t-shit and bra  off.

Cindy' nipples were hard pink buds in the middle of her areolae, and  Jack never got tired of looking at them, or touching them and watching  as the surrounding flesh pebbled with goosebumps.

Then there was Cindy's tiny moans and panting sighs, sounds that could  only be described as pretty-almost too nice of a word considering what  they did to Jack's body. Lust buzzed through him and made every inch of  his skin feel hot and alive. Even Cindy's fingertips on the back of his  neck shot pleasurable bolts down to his cock and balls, causing his toes  to curl.