A slap sound burst my eyes open and a sting was left high on the side of my ass. My eyes were on Jack and his intense glare.
“I told you to do something,” he growled. “Say my name again.”
“Jack,” I whispered.
“Again,” he demanded.
“Jack.” The sound of his name tied with the sting of his hand on my skin made my whole body tense with release. I was so close. Wanted to be taken over the edge. I lost myself to him. To his control and need. Because it was my need too. I loved every sting, every ounce of pleasure pain he delivered. He knew exactly what I craved and delivered. Never going too far, never backing down.
He lifted my shirt with one hand while keeping a tight grip around my back, yanking me against him with the other. He sucked my breasts, moving between the two to rain down equal attention. Licking and biting while he plunged deep and hard between my thighs.
He was consuming every inch of me he could get his hands and mouth on and this was the Jack I loved. The Jack that took me over to a different plane of existence. The dark corner I lost myself in, and never wanted to be found.
Heat was rising, my inner walls tightening.
He cupped my face and kissed me, then smiled against my lips. “You’re there aren’t you?” he breathed and nipped my chin before tonguing his way back between my lips for another drink.
“Y-yes,” I moaned as vibrant white pleasure hummed through my veins.
He fucked harder. Faster. His hips slapping against my thighs with each punishing thrust. He never had to ask, he always knew when I was close. But he wanted to hear me say it.
I tensed, my sheath gripping his plunging cock and raining down the beginning of my release.
“Ah, that’s it. Come for me, baby.”
The sound of the front door shutting caught my attention like a whiplash. My eyes shot open and I saw Cal, standing in the living room, staring at me.
I was in shock, seeing those blue eyes fastened to mine. Jack paused for the briefest moment and turned his head slightly. He didn’t look behind him, but he knew Cal was there. His attention was back on me and with the most animalistic expression I’d ever seen on man. He sank deep. I gasped, my eyes shooting wide and my orgasm flooding my body like a live wire.
I shook and trembled and Jack just pounded harder. Fucking me through every intense tremor and wet clench of my pleasure.
Cal didn’t take his eyes off mine. Just remained still, and watched me come while Jack continued to take me over.
Jack’s shaft thickened and twitched—his hot release flooded me in wave after wave of intensity.
I didn’t have time to come down from the high, but Jack kissed me hard. Cupping my face in both his hands as if demonstrating his hold on me in every sense.
I didn’t know what to do. I kissed him back, wiggling at the same time until he let me get down from the counter. I pulled my jeans on quickly and Jack tugged up his, not bothering to buckle them.
Cal and Jack exchanged a long, deadly look. Jack just leaned back against the counter I’d just been on and crossed his arms, as if waiting for Cal to say the first word. Cal turned his attention to me and I didn’t know what to say. Because the instinct that had gotten me into the position I’d just been with Jack, was the same one screaming at me in confusion.
If I apologized, it was like a betrayal to Jack.
If I didn’t, it was like a betrayal to Cal.
My chin trembled as I looked at Cal. Because what I saw in his expression made everything so much worse: empathy.
He wasn’t mad. Wasn’t enraged, he just looked at me as if…he understood. And that broke my heart in a way I couldn’t describe. I’d made a choice today. The choice that I wouldn’t choose. I’d also let go of the pain from the past. But I’d also gotten caught up in the commanding darkness of Jack. Coming out of that kind of consuming corner was difficult. So I did the one thing Cal taught me how to do, let me do, I ran.
Ran down the hall and into my room, trying not to cry or scream or curse. I just ran until I was out of that moment, out of sight of both of them.
Chapter 14
After a long shower and no hope for clearing my head, I wrapped a towel around myself and walked into the bedroom. Cal had been in the bedroom because there was a T-shirt laid out on the bed. His Golden Fire shirt. The one I’d worn before getting into bed with him weeks ago when we were a happy couple.
My heart lurched at the sight and I ran my fingers over the cotton. God, I missed him. Missed us. How he made life so easy and happy. I missed so many things. But it was his shirt. Not mine.
And it was a statement, one I couldn’t make or get lost in at the moment. So I took the shirt and went to put it back in the dresser, when a whiff of Cal’s masculine scent caught me. I brought the T-shirt to my face and took a heavy inhale. It smelled like him. The soft material against my face brought tears to my eyes, so I just buried my face in it and tried to get a grip.