The kiss quickly grew from sweet to burning hot as their bodies came together and both of them let their hands wander. Grace ran her hands over his broad shoulders and around to his defined pecs. More than Jack's shoulders had grown over the years. Christ. The man was solid under his clothing.
Jack wrapped one arm around her body and held her head still with the other hand in her hair while he ravaged her mouth. His tongue slid against hers and retreated in a thrusting motion that made her wish he was doing that to her pussy. His hand on her ass pressed her hips against his and she felt the impressive length of cock she'd been dreaming of for so long. Jack had ignited her passions against his car on Monday morning and Grace's engine had been humming since then.
Jack moved them into the shadows of a doorway along the alley they stood in. Her short dress gave him easy access to the skin of her thighs and ass. He pressed her against the door. Both of Jack's hands went to her ass and he lifted her slightly to press that hard length into the cleft of her heat. She gasped. With only her panties to shield her, Grace felt every little motion of his rotating hips against her clit.
"Fuck, Grace, how do you do this to me?" Jack reached between them to undo the fastening of his belt.
The haze of lust lifted a little. "Are you just going to fuck me here in the alley, Jack?"
Jack's eyes flew to hers and his hands moved back to her face. He looked deeply into her eyes. There was a desperation there she'd never seen before. "No, baby, I'm going to make love to you . . . here in the alley. Will you give me that?" he asked with his heart in his eyes.
Grace's heart squeezed, then it swelled to admit anything and everything Jack would give her. She remembered one night in the back of a bar when she'd asked him to let her make love to him. She'd asked him to give that to her. Grace nodded. Her throat was too full of emotion to get any words out.
"I loved you, too, Grace. I still love you," he told her earnestly. "And I can't wait another minute to have you again. It's been too long and knowing you were within reach all week made me fucking crazy." His mouth crashed into hers.
His words were banging around in her head. He loved her? He loved her. He did. Jack would never say that if he didn't mean it. He just wouldn't. So yes, he loved her. Grace tried to absorb that sentiment but it was just too huge. It would take her time to digest it. She didn't want to waste another minute with Jack. Her hands went to work on his belt and fastenings of his pants. Jack pulled his shirt out of his pants and Grace freed his erection from his boxers. Jack was so hard and hot in her palm. She stroked his rod up and down slowly a few times.
"Ah, fuck. Baby, I hope you're ready for me." Jack's hand cupped her ass and moved lower to test her readiness from behind. She knew she was already hot and wet from Jack's desperate kisses. "Thank God!" he said and lifted her against him.
Jack's hand disappeared between them and she felt him adjusting her panties. Then the heated skin of his cock was pressing into her body. He slid in slowly and held very still for a moment. He was panting hard against her neck and swearing. Grace used the leverage of her back against the door and her legs around him to slide up and down his length. They both groaned. It was so good just to be with him. It didn't matter if it was against a door in an alley, on the hood of his car, in a chair in a bar, or in a bed. Being with Jack just felt right. He shuddered. She moved again. He cursed.
"I'm sorry, baby. This one is going to be hard and fast. I'll make it up to you later," he said but he still hadn't moved.
So she ground herself down on him again. Fuck. She was already so close to coming just from him entering her. Her internal muscles rippled and she knew one good thrust would end her.
"Oh, damn, I have to," he hissed and began to pound into her wet sheath. Grace started to come instantly. He fucked her hard and deep. Thrusting wildly and digging his fingers into her ass. One orgasm flowed into two and Grace held on mindlessly while Jack had his way with her.
"Grace, I'm coming. I'm so sorry. Oh, God, I'm coming!" He was apologizing and thanking God in turns. Jack stiffened and shouted. His body shook.
Grace held him tight and kissed his neck, his jaw, his lips, until he finally relaxed enough to set her feet on the ground. He stuffed his still semi-erect penis back into his pants and left his shirt hanging out. Grace watched him in a daze. He smiled down at Grace and bent to adjust her panties and straighten her new dress.
Jack took her hand and pulled her out of the shadows. "My car is around the corner. That wasn't exactly the lovemaking I had in mind. I'm taking you home where I can devote the time and attention needed to do the job properly."
Grace mutely followed with her fingers threaded through Jack's. She was nearly running to keep up with him. He loved her. She had always loved him. And now they were together. Finally.
SEVEN
Jack parked the Mustang and came around to open her door. The ride to Jack's home in an affluent suburban neighborhood had been for the most part silent. Grace was still absorbing the enormity of Jack giving her the words she'd dreamed of for so long. Jack seemed as nervous as the night they'd met, just before he'd confessed his bi-sexuality. Grace couldn't help wondering if he had another big confession to make.
Jack surprised Grace again. She didn't know why she expected him to live in a high-rise. His home was a boxy stone structure with large bay windows and a big front porch. Jack's house was built in the 1900's and was lovingly renovated to suit him. The lower level of the house was a red brick color, the upper level a contrasting slate grey. Inside the high ceilings, wood plank floors, and elegant, but masculine, furnishings made for a very cozy and inviting atmosphere. Jack stopped to place his keys and wallet in a tray on the entryway table. Grace remained near the door feeling unsure.
Jack remained there at the table with his back to her and his head down. Grace wondered if he was as elated, as uncertain, as terrified, as she was. She wanted to walk over and wrap her arms around him. She wanted to kiss him until she could make herself believe this was real and was really hers.
"I need to know if I'm too late," he finally broke the silence. "I need you tell me the truth now, Grace." He turned around but he wouldn't meet her eyes. Instead he seemed to be inspecting her shoes.
Grace couldn't stand the separation any longer. After having him in her arms she found not touching him was nearly painful. She wrapped her arms around his waist and inhaled deeply. He wore a different after shave than she remembered. It was a spicy, clean scent. Jack's arms came around her and squeezed, holding her to his chest.
"Am I too late, Grace?"
"Too late for what?" She had no clue what he was talking about. She didn't want to talk. She wanted to hold him, love him now. They could talk later. Jack used two fingers to lift her chin so she was looking up at him.
"Am I too late to win your heart? I need to know before this goes any further. All I want to do right now is take you upstairs, strip you down and love you until I can't move. But if I'm too late . . . I just can't." Jack caressed her cheek and kissed her. His mouth was nearly reverent against hers. His lips moved slowly over hers. When he pulled away Grace was overwhelmed by the tenderness and sincerity shining in Jack's eyes. She'd loved him for so long that this felt like a dream and any moment she would wake and return to her life without Jack.
"Jack, I've always loved you," she confessed. Jack took a deep breath as if he'd been holding his breath for a long time. "Knowing that I could never be enough for you was and still is devastating to me. That never stopped my fool heart from hoping one day you'd change your mind and be mine, only mine." She smiled at his shocked but relieved expression.
Jack took her hand in his and tugged her further into his home. Grace followed in a daze. They passed through his living room and she noticed a picture of Jack and Matthew on the mantel. She tried not to let that hurt her. What had she expected, that Jack would erase the man from his home? That wasn't fair of her.
They reached the stairs and Jack continued up. Grace was enjoying the view of his fine ass in his slacks as he climbed the stairs ahead of her. At the top, he turned left and pulled her into a large bedroom. It was dark in the room but Grace could see the huge four poster bed on the far wall between two heavily curtained windows. Jack led her to an open door and flipped on the light to his master bath. The room was tiled entirely from floor to ceiling with large rectangular sandstone. The cream vanity boasted double sinks and Grace wondered how many times Jack and Matthew stood there side by side while they prepared for the day. Jack released her hand and moved to a bench on the right side of the door. He stripped off his jacket and tossed it along with his shirt over the cushioned bench. His shoes were kicked off and he sat to peel off his socks. The man was beautiful. The defined lines of his abs and the V of his muscles that pointed toward the prize she knew was hiding in his britches made her mouth water.