Our mouths separate as we turn and laugh at Reece and Donovan being idiots on the steps.
“Don’t you have a house to do that in?” Reece shouts.
“Too many people inside right now,” Jack replies as he backs me up to the truck. “I know just the place.” He holds my gaze. “You game?”
“Oh, I’m game.” I sure as hell don’t need asking twice. My husband is just as horny as I am, and the outline of his thick shaft is felt against my stomach before he hoists me into his truck.
“Just behave until we get there.” He lets his eyes trail over me, which sends shivers down my spine. He’s so damn delicious.
He growls and slams the door, his hands against the window while he glares at me.
I smile, knowing he’s too swollen to be able to walk without a great deal of discomfort. He blows me a kiss before doing a funny kind of walk, and pulls himself into the truck.
Not wasting a minute in getting the truck warmed up, Jack pulls out of Kix and heads down the country lane to our house. I know that isn’t our destination but I’m confused as to where he’s actually taking us.
I glance at him, which becomes a glare when he continues to ignore me. My eyes travel down his unzipped jacket and settle on the bulge behind his zipper. He looks damn uncomfortable, and I know how to ease the ache.
Reaching out, I make quick work of his zipper and button while he gasps and sucks in a sharp breath of relief mixed with pleasure as his cock escapes the restriction.
“Thalia,” he hisses when my thumb tugs on his piercing, “I want you badly.” He inhales and slowly exhales. “You keep doing that…”
I bend and flick the piercing with my tongue before I suck the flared head into my wet mouth.
“Fuck,” he growls and arches his hips.
The slamming of the breaks is the only warning I get that he’s reached breaking point. The minute the engine cuts out, our belts are unclipped and Jack is pushing his tongue back into my mouth while his hands make quick work of my jeans.
I have one leg out of my panties and jeans before he lifts me over him, and slides into me. My hands cup his face while he lets me adjust to his girth.
“Fuck,” Jack curses and lets his head drop to the back of his seat. “You feel so damn good.” He grips my hips and holds me down. “I’m afraid to move.”
“I’m soaked, Jack. You won’t hurt me.”
“I can feel you,” he groans. “I can feel every bit of your warm, wet pussy wrapped around my dick…Fucking heaven…”
“Mmm,” I moan and grind on him.
Jack curses and slides me back and forth on him with trembling hands.
“Show me your tits,” he whispers.
If I didn’t know that Jack was serious I would have laughed at his request. Instead, I lift my top and unclip my bra.
His eyes dilate when he sees my breasts swing free, and then his mouth sucks at one before switching to the other. The first tingles of climax suddenly hit me in the stomach as my muscles clench. One more thrust from Jack, and I’m coming. Jack wraps his arms around my waist and ravages my mouth as I convulse and ripple around his hardening length. Seconds later, I feel his hot release as he empties himself inside of me.
I loosen my hold on him slightly because I love watching him orgasm, which he knows. Nothing is as hot as watching Jack come. His whole body experiences the release, and the tension from his handsome face seeps away to leave a very relaxed Jack with a satisfied smirk on his lips.
“I think you killed me,” he says, his voice dark and husky.
“Always so dramatic,” I drawl into his ear as I snuggle into him. “I love you, Jack.”
He caresses along my spine. “I always feel that me saying, I love you too, isn’t as powerful as hearing it from your lips.”
I move back and meet his gaze. Jack reaches up and caresses my face. “You are my heart. You are my everything. You and our girls. I love you, Thalia.”
Tears hover on my lashes at the emotion behind his words. I lean forward and place a soft kiss to his lips. “For always, baby.”
“Damn straight.”